#kitscliffe

Happy pride month! We all deserve something a little soft, don’t we? So, here is just a cute little fic about coming out with baked goods!

Summary:  Fitz knows who he is, and he doesn’t exactly hide it, but there are a few people he hasn’t told, and don’t they deserve to know, too?

Warnings: brief depiction of anxiety

Words: 2,534

Leo centric, coming out

Sneak Peek:

It was Agnes who came in from the backyard, sliding the door closed again behind her before stepping over to the island to inspect his set up. The no baking rule didn't really apply to him, but he still stood up straighter, bracing himself for whatever questions and concerns she had.

"Someone's been busy. It smells... good, actually. I assume the Radcliffe lack of baking skills is not something you inherited?"

With a small shake of his head and a smile, Fitz moved to grab two mugs for tea from the cabinet behind him. "No, it's not. I actually know what I'm doing, for the most part, and I promise I won't set anything on fire."

"Just one last step."  AIDAs chirpy but monotone voice said as she typed into a computer, her robotic smile plastered on her face.  "You're doing well."  Agnes sucked in a shaking breath and nodded before looked to Holden.

Holden rubbed her arm, drinking in every part of her that he could see.  "See?  Painless."  His smile was pained, his tears barely restrained.  "Just as I promised."  Wrong.  He promised he would save her; this something different.  "The worst is over."  No, it was still to come.  "No one should have to go through what you have.  Soon, you'll never suffer again."  He finally told her the truth, but it felt empty, disappointing.

Agnes nodded and laughed wetly, gripping his hand in a vice.

As AIDA fastened the head gear, Holden took another moment to study his love.

Radcliffe considers himself to be a very smart person. Genius, in fact. He figures that there’s no place for modesty when it’s only false. He’s smart enough to understand and begin to map the inner workings of the brain; to understand genetics, the human body and how to replicate both.

And yet.

“Agnes.” Saying her name is unnecessary, they’re the only ones in the aisle but he likes the moment when she looks at him, likes the feel of the letters on his tongue. “Don’t you think this is a little overkill? All these different tubes of purple when-”

Agnes is beside him, coming to his side the way he knew she would. The way he hoped she would.

“They aren’t all purple,” Agnes corrects, reaching out to brush her fingers against the tubes of acrylic paint with a fondness that makes Holden smile. “There’s a royal purple and then violet and also lavender-”

Radcliffe picks up one of the paint colors. “Plum?” He raises an eyebrow. “Lavender? Plum? Violet? They’re all purple!”

When Agnes starts explaining the differences, the varying richness in the hues, the soft ways that the colors can suggest different times of day or convey different elements, Radcliffe has to hide a smile. He pretends to study the paints but it’s difficult to look anywhere other than her face, to do anything but listen to her voice, melodious and impassioned as she tells him all these things that she’s deemed so important.

They’re taking a break, a temporary thing, because Agnes is dying and having a man that looks at her with pity rather than love is something that she can’t handle. 

Ever since the hospital, ever since the doctors said a year if she’s lucky, he’s been looking at her like that. Like he’s been counting the minutes.

Each one ticking by and -

So when a friend from college mentioned being in the city and wanting to grab drinks she had took the opportunity. It was supposed to make her feel better, to make her feel young and free again, and to forget about everything.

But somehow, the opposite effect had happened.

Two drinks into the night she’d blurted out that she had a brain tumor to some random guy at the bar and it wasn’t - she couldn’t do this.

She couldn’t be here, pretending everything was okay when her heart hurt. 

She steps out of the bar into the cool night air and means to call a taxi, one to take her back to the hotel her friends were staying at but, instead she finds herself moving on auto pilot punching in the one number she had been avoiding the past few days.

He answers after the first ring, sounding tired and a bit sad but still there - “Agnes?”

“I miss you,” she says, because that’s the first thing she thinks of -  

“I don’t want to die,” she says, because she doesn’t and she scare and - 

“I thought this would be easier,” she says, because he’s not here and - 

otp aesthetics (3/?) | | KITSCLIFFE {Agnes Kitsworth / Holden Radcliffe}

The Radcliffe Family + Magic Users AU

The thing about the world is that there’s so much that people don’t know, especially when those things are being purposefully hidden from them. One of those things, happens to be magic.

Of course, magic can’t be hidden from everyone, and there are two factions who know about it - the Users and the Hunters. The Users are the ones who wield magic, who can control the wild energies inside themselves and make beautiful things. The Hunters want that to stop. They want to end the line of magic completely and make the world safe again. There’s significantly less danger if certain people can’t use magic for dark purposes.

The Radcliffes are a family of Users. The magic within them has been past down through generations, growing stronger with time. So, when magical prodigy Holden met Agnes, another User with magic even more wild than his own, they got on like fire and gasoline. As the years passed, and their love and power grew, Hunters started to take notice.

Outrunning Hunters isn’t hard, not when they’d both been doing it since they were teenagers, and it’s made even easier when they have someone to run with. It’s when they had a baby, and then a growing child into the mix that it really gets difficult. Because then it’s not only their lives on the line, but Leo’s, too.

Years continued to pass, and the Radcliffe family was able to settle down again. For a while, their lives were as normal as they could be with the magic running through their veins, with normal jobs and normal school and people around them didn’t suspect a thing. But their normal life couldn’t last forever, and all at once, that perfect fantasy they’d let themselves fall into shattered - Leo’s magic was growing too fast, bringing Hunters to the area and disturbing the quiet town around them.