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This is basically a million years later, but here’s some Frozen Swan for you! 

Pure, unadulterated AU fluff. 

Elsa cringed when she heard Olaf meow–loudly.

No, him meowing wasn’t the problem. It was that he was obviously doing so from their neighbor’s balcony. 

She sighed from her own balcony. “Olaf! Come back over here right now.”

He just blinked over at her languidly and proceeded to take a massive bite of the basil plant. He had clearly already gotten into the mint and dill.

“What the hell?! Oh god, you again, cat?” echoed a dismayed and exasperated voice.

Elsa’s heart leapt into her throat as her neighbor stepped out onto the balcony. It wasn’t just a problem that Olaf was breaking into their neighbor’s space and eating her plants–though it definitely wasn’t great–but it was also a problem because Elsa had developed the world’s biggest crush on her. 

She had learned that Attractive Neighbor’s name was Emma, thanks to a loud friend who had been over drinking a couple months ago. She was nice when they passed in the halls, if not exactly outgoing. She seemed to have a variable schedule, but didn’t seem up to anything…sketchy. Elsa didn’t get drug dealer vibes from her (and nor did her brother-in-law, Kristoff, and he had a better sense for things like that). 

And now she was here, yelling at Olaf. 

“Sorry,” Elsa squeaked, her palms sweaty and her heart pounding in her throat.

Emma jumped. “Shit! I didn’t realize anyone was out here. Well, except for Casper here.”

“Casper?”

“That’s what I call him whenever he comes to visit and eat my plants. I used to have pansies, but I read they’re toxic to cats, so I moved them,” she said.

Elsa was in a daze. Shaking her head to break out of it, she said, “His name is actually Olaf. And I’m sorry he eats your plants. I don’t even know how he gets over there.”

“Oh, it’s fine. I like him,” Emma replied, smiling over at her. “Oh. I’m Emma.”

“I’m Elsa, and my cat is an asshole.”

Emma laughed, and Elsa was sure she’d never heard anything more beautiful. “Seriously, he’s fine. He’s sweet.”

Gathering her courage, she cleared her throat. “Nonetheless, I’m sorry. Perhaps I could take you to dinner to make up for it?”

For some reason this prompt list has me spending a lot of time thinking about fs having a baby so I hope you're okay with the direction I took this.

And thank you for being patient with me :)

83: Bring your pretty little butt over here.

Baby fic 1   Baby fic 2

Jemma purses her lips slightly before puckering them into the mirror. She leans back to inspect the outcome of all her work. 

“Perfect,” she whispers as her eyes roam over the curls that now frame her face before flitting over her makeup.

It’s their first time really going out since Daniel was born, fancy parties are not common in the spy life unless one is attending them undercover. Somehow she thinks it’s more fun to get dressed up for a party when she’s actually an invited guest.

“Jemma,” she hears Fitz call from outside the bathroom, “come see your handsome men all dressed up.” An hour ago, she had jumped up when she heard signs of Daniel waking up but Fitz had forced her into their bedroom to get ready instead. As much as she had relished that time alone, she is worried about just what she is going to find when she opens that door.

Jemma gets up from her vanity and crosses the small bathroom, pauses a second and then opens the door- and she laughs.

Fitz is standing at the end of their bed- dressed in her favorite suit with the tie that matches his eyes- and in his arms, Daniel looks like a miniature version of his father with a shirt to match Fitz’s tie and a tiny black waistcoat.

“Hey! What’s so funny?” Fitz asks, bouncing slightly as Daniel gets a little fussy.

“Nothing, love,” Jemma says quietly, leaning against the door frame. “I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

“What? Didn’t think I could dress my own son without mucking it up?”

“I never said that,” Jemma says, holding her hand up to cover her growing smirk.

“Mhmm. You didn’t have to,” Fitz grumbles even as his smile gives him away.

“I’m sorry,” Jemma sighs. “Now bring your pretty little butt over here so I can kiss you.”

“Are you talking to me or Daniel?” Fitz asks, making faces at his son.

“Well...” Jemma shrugs.

“Alright, alright,” Fitz sighs. “Let’s see if our little guy can make it on his own,” he coos, bouncing Daniel in the air before setting him carefully on his own feet and pointing him toward Jemma. “Can you walk to Mama, Daniel? Walk to Mama,” Fitz whispers, keeping his hands steady until Daniel moves to wobble across the small distance between them.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Jemma cheers quietly as she bends down to open her arms to her son. “Look at our little walker go!” she pretends to yell as he topples into her arms before she peppers his small cheeks with light kisses. “He’s growing so fast,” she laments, meeting Fitz’s eyes as they both rise to their feet.

“He looks more like you every day,” Fitz smiles, coming to stand next to Jemma so that he can put his arm around her.

“Well scientifically speaking-” Jemma starts before Fitz cuts her off with a kiss of his own. “Well, excuse me,” she huffs after he pulls away.

“I believe I was asked for a kiss,” he explains. “Besides, you’ve explained that bit of science before, remember?” he chides as he turns to the bed to retrieve their coats.

“Oh, we’d better get going,” Jemma says, ignoring his question. “If we don’t leave now, we’ll be late for the party.”

“Can’t have that can we?” Fitz asks, his attention returning to Daniel. “We wouldn’t want to mess up Mummy’s reputation for promptness, now would we?”

“Oh, Fitz,” Jemma sighs. “Now can we please go?”

“Just one more thing,” Fitz says, pulling Daniel back into his arms.

“And what’s that?”

“You look absolutely, beautiful, Jem. I just had to make sure I told you that before we left.” Jemma blushes at his words and she smiles as Daniel babbles something in her direction. “I believe that was him agreeing with me,” Fitz laughs.

“I think he was actually commending you for how you dressed him,” Jemma replies.

“So does that mean you’ll let me dress him more often?” Fitz jokes, taking her arm in his own and leading her out into the hallway.

“Don’t count on it,” Jemma says before catching Daniel’s eyes and winking.

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Fitzsimmons + 297. I think you might be pregnant.

I hope you don’t mind that I added a bit of Daisy in to the first part here :)

Jemma leans her head against the cold, tile wall behind her and rubs at her eyes thinking that maybe what she had just seen wasn’t real and it would vanish if only she thought hard enough.

“Jemma…” she can hear Daisy whisper from beside her as a hand comes to rest lightly on her shoulder. “What are you thinking…?”

Jemma does not answer her friend, instead, sighing and moving her hands so that they cover her entire face.

“Are you okay, Jems?” Daisy asks and Jemma can hear her friend settling onto the ground beside her.

“I just don’t know what’s happened…” Jemma sighs as she finally uncovers her face and turns to look at Daisy.

“Well… I’m not the one with a biology degree…” Daisy jokes dryly, “but I think you might be pregnant.”

“I know that, Daisy,” Jemma huffs, a laugh escaping with the words despite the distress that still covers her face. “I just don’t know how it’s happened…”

“Jemma Anne Simmons!” Daisy exclaims, her words colored with an affected tone of shock. “Did your mum not talk to you about the birds and the bees?”

“Oh Daisy…” Jemma sighs, her growing frustration with her best friend showing in her voice.

“Hey you’re the one that said it, not me,” Daisy says holding her hands up between them as if defending herself.

“I just meant that I thought we’d been more careful than that. I mean we-”

“Stop right there,” Daisy interrupts. “If you ever want to see me again, you will not finish that sentence.”

Jemma ignores her friend’s outburst as she closes her eyes to think again. “I’m gonna have to tell Fitz…” she finally whispers after a few moments.

“Yeah… that would probably be important. How are you gonna do it?”

“That is a really good question…”

-/-

Later that day, Jemma paces across the kitchen of her and Fitz’s apartment as she waits for him to return from working with Mack. She stops in her tracks when she hears the sound of his key in the lock. She takes a deep breath and then he opens the door.

“Hey Jem,” he says with a smile when he sees her. “I thought you were planning to work late today.”

Jemma leans up against the edge of the kitchen island for support as he crosses the entry way to stand on the opposite side of it.

“I came home early,” Jemma mumbles. “Wasn’t feeling too well.”

“Oh no,” Fitz soothes, walking around the island to place a soft, lingering kiss on her forehead. “I know you said something about feeling off yesterday, as weel. I hope it’s nothing too serious,” he says when he pulls back, replacing their lost contact with a gentle hand on her arm.

“Well no…” Jemma starts, looking away from his eyes to where his thumb is rubbing small circles across her sweater. “But it is something we need to talk about…”

“What are you getting on about?” Fitz asks softly, the pace of his words betraying the worry he always tries to hide from her. “Jemma, are you alright?” He gently reaches his other hand between them to pull her chin back up so he can meet her eyes. “You’re starting to worry me.”

“I’m fi- well we’re fine rather…” Jemma finally whispers.

“We’re…?” Fitz asks, puzzled by her choice of words. “Well, of course, I’m fine, Jem. We are talking about you.”

“Not me and you…” Jemma trails off. She takes a deep breath before continuing, her eyes locked onto his. “Me and… the baby…”

“The…” Fitz stares at Jemma, unable to say more. His eyes break away from hers to flit down to her stomach, lingering there a moment before he meets her eyes one again. “Baby…?”

“Surprise,” Jemma says quietly, tensing as she waits for him to respond.

Fitz pulls her into a tight embrace, lifting her feet off the floor and twirling them both slowly. “Are you serious?” he asks after he returns her to the floor. “Are we really having a baby?”

Jemma cannot help but mirror the smile that has taken over his face. “So you’re happy?”

“Of course I am, Jemma!” Fitz exclaims, reaching his hands up to place them on either side of her face before kissing her deeply. “Aren’t you…?” he asks nervously after he pulls back.

“I am,” Jemma asserts quickly, seeing his body relax at her words. “I was just nervous about how you’d take it. I know we both want to have kids but we’d always talked about waiting a bit longer so I wasn’t-” Jemma rambles until Fitz cuts her off with another quick kiss.

“I love you so much, Jemma Simmons,” Fitz assures her. “And I am ready to have a child with you,” he says as he places a hand gently against her stomach, “even if it’s coming a little earlier than we’d planned.”

Jemma closes the small distance between them and pulls him close so that she can rest her head against his chest. “I love you too, Leopold Fitz,” she says, smiling at the face she can imagine him pulling at the sound of his first name, “and I cannot wait to have a baby with you.”

“Just promise me one thing,” Fitz says, wrapping his arms around her. “If it’s a boy, we won’t name him Leopold?”

“Deal,” Jemma says as she settles against his chest so that she can better hear his heart beating inside.

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I hope you don’t mind that I made this a bit of a follow up to the fs baby fic i wrote for @hermionesimmonss​ last night

“Jemma.”

Jemma can hear Fitz’s whisper clearly and she sighs silently, her hopes that his rustling would quiet and would go back to sleep now dashed.

“Shh… I’m sleeping,” she whispers back, her eyes still closed.

“I know you’re currently suffering from a small bit of baby brain,” Fitz teases quietly, “but did you really think that would actually work?”

Jemma pushes against the mattress below her so she can roll onto her back before moving to sit up against their headboard.

“Not really, but a girl can hope?” she jokes back as she settles into this new position.

“Do you think…” Fitz sighs and Jemma can see his brow furrow as he stares down at their bed.

“Oh Fitz,” Jemma soothes, placing her hand on top of where his own rests on the sheets. “What’s wrong?”

“Do you think… that I… can really be a good father?” He avoids her eyes until he is finished speaking but when he meets her gaze, he finds a small tear running down her cheek. He moves to speak but Jemma holds a finger up between them before he can.

“Of course you are going to be a good father. You’re going to be an amazing father.”

“But I never had a- I don’t know how…” he sighs, looking down to where their hands 

“Of course you know how. Look-” she says forcefully when he tries to interrupt her. “You may not have had a perfect father, but you know what you wanted him to be.”

“So…” Fitz asks flatly.

“So… you have the biggest heart of anyone I know. And the fact that you asked me this question at…” she pauses to look at the clock beside the bed, “3:24 in the morning shows me how much you already care about this baby. So if the smartest, most caring man I know can’t figure out how to love his child, then everything I know is a lie.”

“Smartest, huh?” Fitz jokes, a small smile finally breaking through his worried expression.

“Smartest man, I believe I said,” she teases back as they both move to settle a little lower on the bed. “I’ve still got one more Ph.D,” she adds causing them both to laugh.

“Oh I remember,” Fitz chuckles as Jemma lowers her head to rest on his chest. “Have I ever told you how much I love you, Jemma Simmons?” he whispers, looking down to find her eyes already closing.

“Once or twice, I believe,” she sighs, shifting beside him.

“Shall I tell you again?” he asks, aware that she is already nearing sleep.

“Mmhmm,” she sighs, and he can feel her rubbing soft circles on his chest with her thumb for just a moment before he senses the tell-tale change in her breathing.

“My love for you is wider than the universe,” he whispers as he feels her movements slow. “Wider than the distance that separated us for six months, and more complex than the framework that tried to keep me from you,” he finishes knowing she is asleep.

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Jemma gasps as she wakes up, her eyes darting around the room as she tries to determine where she is now that she is no longer in the framework. She searches for Fitz but he is nowhere to be found.

She is still breathing erratically when she finds Daisy. Her friend’s eyes are closed tight and there are tears running down her cheeks.

“Oh Daisy,” Jemma whispers as she jumps up, crosses the small distance between them, and pulls her friend into a tight hug. “I’m sorry we couldn’t save Lincoln and I’m sorry you had to lose him again,” she soothes.

“Jem...” Daisy says, pulling back and wiping the few remaining tears from her face. “Stop,” she says finally looking Jemma in the eyes. “I’m okay. Right now, we have to focus on saving our team.”

“Where are we headed, Captains?” Jemma can hear Agent Piper call from somewhere nearby but she does not move as Daisy leaves her view to show Piper their destination.

“We’re coming Fitz,” Jemma whispers, closing her eyes tightly. “I’m coming.”

-/-

Fitz jumps when he is pulled out of the framework. He tries to use his hands to block out the blinding light that now surrounds him but his attempt is thwarted by the restraints he now feels wrapping around his wrists.

“Fitz! Fitz relax.”

The words sound harsh at first, they're the loudest sound in the room, but the voice is familiar and he listens to it. Jemma.

He waits while she works to free him from the framework’s physical confines, listening as she whispers to him to calm him and trying to readjust to the real world.

He hesitantly opens his eyes once he can feel the last of his restraints come loose. The lights are still too bright but her face is close to his and it blocks some of them out.

“Jemma,” he whispers, his voice barely audible as his throat is still dry. “I knew you’d find me.”

Jemma pulls him into a hug at his words and, even though her arms are too tight for his weakened body, he doesn’t pull away. He can feel her body shaking and, though she is silent, he knows she is crying.

“Shh, shh,” he soothes quietly. “I’m okay. You found me.”

“I was so afraid I’d lost you,” Jemma whispers, finally pulling back just enough to meet his eyes.

“You didn’t though, Jemma,” he says, reaching his hands up to rest on the sides of her face. Their eyes stay locked for a few moments before Fitz closes his and takes a deep breath. He lets go of Jemma and takes a step back from her before kneeling on the ground and taking her hands in his own.

“What are you doing, Fitz?” Jemma asks, frozen in place.

“You didn’t lose me to the framework and I am going to do whatever I can to make sure that I never lose you.”

Jemma can hear the agents around her stop what they’re doing, the room falling silent around them.

“I’m sure this isn’t what you dreamed it would be and this is probably a bad time,” Fitz chuckles softly. “But...” he pauses, “will you marry me?”

Jemma lets out the breath she has been holding and she can feel a tear escape onto her cheek.

“Of course I will,” Jemma exclaims, bending down to kiss him. “I was wondering when the real you might bring that up,” Jemma laughs after they break apart.

“The real me?” Fitz asks.

“I’ll tell you later,” Jemma explains before leaning in for another quick kiss.

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Surprise @jemmahearteyessimmons !! I’m your secret valentine! Thank you for being so understanding about this being a couple of days late and I really hope you like this! This was so much fun to write. And thanks for introducing me to a lovely new musical :)

Summary:

A Fitzsimmons Actors AU

Leo Fitz is returning to showbiz after taking a break because he's been offered the opportunity of a lifetime-reprising a role made famous by Gene Kelly. His costar, Jemma Simmons, however, does not seem as excited about their new movie as he is. Can they work together to recreate the magical Brigadoon or will their increasingly complicated feelings get in the way?

Excerpt:

Leo Fitz looks down at the script in his hand- Brigadoon. It was one of the few musicals his mum had been able to convince him to watch when he was younger but he still can’t believe that his agent was able to convince him to take on the part. He had been rather enjoying his break from acting, after all, and he had never done a musical before. But he knows better than to say no when he is asked to reprise a role that Gene Kelly made famous.

He flips through to the page in the script packet that lists the entire cast. He sees his name displayed first followed by an unfamiliar name listed as his costar- Jemma Simmons. He had never met her or even seen any of her work but the director had been rather enthusiastic when he had told Fitz about his new partner earlier that day. She’s fabulous; you’ll love her, he had said. Even her accent is impeccable, he had added causing Fitz to scoff. Sure it’s possible to affect a Scottish accent but, more often than not, the ones he heard were anything but impeccable.

Fitz’s phone sounds and he looks up to see that it is the alarm he had set to make sure he left for the studio on time. He sighs as he reaches for his water bottle before shoving it and his script into a small backpack by his dressing room door and starting his walk to the studio.

“And there he is,” Fitz hears the director’s voice call as he steps onto the soundstage.

“How did you know it was me?” Fitz asks, looking around for the owner of the voice.

“Everyone else is already here,” the director replies just as Fitz spots him near one of the set pieces. “Leo Fitz,” he says stepping aside and revealing the person he had been talking to before Fitz’ arrival. “Meet your new costar, Jemma Simmons.”

@emmajones1019, it’s been a million years…but have this lil FS ficlet! Muah! 

Rated F for frothy fluff, and on Ao3.

Emma looks at the pile of assorted gifts and gift cards on Elsa’s desk and sighs.

Elsa just grins. “Do I win again?”

“You do,” she says, resigned. “It’s not fair. I’m a math teacher–I’m never going to be as popular as everyone’s favorite English and music teacher.”

“Oh, come now. All the kids in woodshop love you. You get loads of-”

“Bird feeders and picture frames? Yeah. But I’m not out there living that Starbuck’s life.”

Elsa’s laugh is musical, and Emma does everything she can to fight off a grin.

“So where are you keeping yours?”

“Oh, next to the saw blades in the woodshop. No one will lay a hand on them when they have to reach around a band saw for it.”

“Right, and you aren’t prickly.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m a delight.”

“While that’s definitely true, it doesn’t mean you aren’t a little thorny.”

“Hmmph,” she said, ruining the effect by smirking at her.

&&&

This isn’t their first rodeo competing to see who gets the bigger pile of gifts from their students. They’ve been doing this since Elsa joined the teaching staff at Storybrooke High four years ago, and truthfully, Emma can’t quite remember how it got started. (It clearly had nothing to do with her being competitive and also wanting to tease Elsa about her immediate popularity as an instructor. Of course not.)

Each year it’s gotten progressively more intense. At this point, Emma knows at least two of the other teachers have a pool going. (She’s pretty sure the history teacher, Killian, bets on her, while Robin, the science teacher, bets on Elsa.) Their principal tolerates the competition but is secretly amused, if the good-natured eye rolling is any indication.

She was sure this was her year. For whatever reason, more of her students seemed to like her than she remembers ever happening before. They’re a decent crew this year, only a handful of demon children that make her want to pull her hair out.

But here she is at home, with her three new birdfeeders, five jewelry boxes, two plaques (complete with…creative…grammar; thank god Elsa’s the English teacher and not her), eight candles, four lotion sets, and twelve gift cards.

She sighs, looking over at Elsa’s pile. Elsa sees her and grins.

“It’s okay, honey. We’re married, so by law they’re half yours anyway.”

She takes her hand and brushes a kiss across the knuckles. “You’re still treating me to Granny’s.”