Summary: Fitz leaves a game of Truth or Dare looking for something to alleviate his yearning for Daisy and Lincoln and instead finds so much more.
Notes: Written for @loved-the-stars-too-fondly for the “Truth or Dare” square in my @marvelpolyshipbingo card.
Sneak-Peak:
He had been attracted to Daisy since they first met; that attraction slipped to the back of his mind while their friendship grew and progressed, but never really stopped. It didn’t hurt to think she was gorgeous while still being a good friend, right? Right. And then she had met Lincoln and they had kick it off, yada yada yada. And Fitz was genuinely happy for her. She is one of the best people he has ever met: how could he wish for her anything but the absolute best? With their bumps on the road and everything, Lincoln had managed to give her that all the way into marriage.
It had taken him some more time to realize he was also attracted to Lincoln. It had all come to him in barely visible snippets, a good laugh shared during game night, an inside joke that made Daisy roll her eyes, the spark in his eyes luring Fitz in whenever he looked at him for too long. Fuck fuck.
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AN ~ Here I am at last @memorizingthedigitsofpi... I apologise for the tantalising teases about a period fic, but - as the multi purpose and definitely intentional *cough* title of this fic suggests - I unfortunately found myself into a very deep pit of writer’s block with that one as in order to pull it off I really need a lot more chapters than I have the time, energy, or plotting ability to write at this current moment in time. I eventually decided to restart with an entirely different concept and while I must tragically deprive us all of Mack in a suit I do have a missing moment S2 AU full of lots of wholesome fluffy FitzDaisy brotp and of course two adorable boys in love. I hope you like it <3
Read on AO3 (~1200wd). Rated G.
Set early S2. UA. Relationships: brotp - Fitz & Skye, ship - FitzMack.
Restart
“So…”
Skye bit her lip, grinning as she dropped onto the couch before Fitz.
“How are you and the new guy getting along? I heard you played some ‘video games’ yesterday…”
Fitz blinked, baffled more than anything by the fact that Skye was talking to him again. He felt a bit frozen up, struggling to find the words to reply, and the fact that his mind was suddenly preoccupied with playing a meaningless series of clips of Mack’s face was not helping.
“We did play video games,” he insisted, even as the blush crept up his cheeks.
“Okay, sure, okay,” Skye mused. She was not disheartened in the slightest, just a little awkward as she re-grouped. She had to be careful here, and not push him too far, but she was determined not to back out too early this time, either. She looked around at the setup Fitz had here in the lounge, and she had to say she believed him - there was no shortage of snacks and drinks and of course, games lying around. It warmed her heart that she could pick up a controller and offer Fitz one, and that he took it; such a simple act, but it had been so long since Fitz had willing engaged this way with anyone, for any half decent amount of time. Whoever this Mack guy was to Fitz, he was good for him, Skye was sure. All the same, she couldn’t help wondering…
“You, uh, got another video game night planned?”
“Movie night,” Fitz corrected, after a moment. “All the Terminators.”
“Oooh.” Skye flicked the controller through to her favourite racer, and teased, “You gonna cuddle up to him in all the scary parts?”
“Maybe.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Skye caught a mischievous little twinkle in Fitz’s eye. Caught red-handed, he grinned. Skye spluttered, losing concentration on the game and not even caring as she veered her car off the track two seconds in.
“Leopold James Fitz,” she gasped. “You sly dog.”
“He’s really into classic sci fi,” Fitz explained. “I thought it would make a good… a good, um…”
“First date?”
“Yeah.” For a moment, Fitz looked relieved - even a little proud - but then his brow creased deeply again, furrowed in concern. His fingers hesitated over the buttons and on the screen, his car began to drift. Voice a little strangled all of a sudden, he began to fret - “Do you think it’s a good idea? It’s not a very romantic movie.”
“Oh, no, it’s super macho,” Skye agreed, “but that doesn’t make it a bad date movie. In fact, that was a surprisingly smooth choice if you ask me - which, to be clear, you definitely shouldn’t. My track record is not as good as you might think it is, trust me.”
“At least you have one,” Fitz mumbled.
Skye snorted. “What are you saying, you’ve never been on a date before?”
“No. Not really.”
At this, Skye pressed the pause button and set her controller down, inviting Fitz to do the same. Blushing even more furiously now, he tried to shrug her off and stammered through parts of an explanation -
“I was young- younger than people at school, and I was busy, and Jemma - I mean - I haven’t not been on dates but it’s been like, for a coffee or a- a drink - not- not like-“
“Not like a real date where you actually have a connection and want to invest in something with your heart and soul?”
Fitz smiled as if by instinct at the very thought, and for a moment Skye could have squealed high and loud enough to shatter glass. Then she remembered she might actually be able to do that these days, and sobered a little. But only a little.
“You really like this guy, huh?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Fitz replied. “I mean…”
This time, Skye waited for him to find the words and eventually, he pushed on.
“It’s hard… to tell sometimes you know? If I’m just missing Jemma or I just like him cause he’s nice to me or… something. I don’t know.”
“But you asked him on a date. I’m assuming you made it clear that this is a date, right? And he accepted. And you’re sitting here trying to figure out why you like him,” Skye pointed out. “I’m gonna go out on a limb and say you like him. Plus, you blush every time I say his name.”
“I do not.”
“Mack.”
“Shut up!”
“Mack.”
“Skye-“
“Mackmackmackmackmackmackmackmack-“
“Yeah?”
Skye jumped. In the doorway of the lounge, behind the couch, there has appeared Mack’s smiling face. (And absolutely ripped arms that are somehow shining? How? Does he oil them up in the morning? And why is he carrying an entire wheel, tyre and all, around with him through the base this morning? In one hand?)
“I heard my name,” Mack explained, apparently oblivious to the machinations behind her stare. “Want some help? Sorry, I crashed pretty hard last night, wasn’t much use for cleaning up.”
Skye took a moment to raise her eyebrows at Fitz, for crushing on good southern gentleman who wanted to help with the cleaning up of all things. Truly the total package. Fitz was still cringing, and Skye imagined that if he still had the presence of mind to threaten her with a painful and elaborate death right about now he would have done so. Instead, she turned back around and beamed ever so innocently at Mack.
“Don’t even worry about it,” she said, and raised her controller to illustrate her story. “I was just about to kick Fitz off this thing and take it for myself actually. Do you mind keeping him out of my hair for a bit?”
“Oh… I… uh, sure.” Mack scratched the back of his neck with his free hand and Skye’s stomach flipped. She bit her lip to stop from laughing, and felt the controller in her hand shudder with excitement. Oh my god, there’s two of them. Mack looked down at the tyre in his hands and swung it a little, finding nowhere to hide against his own nerves and suddenly not sure what to do with his hands.
“I, uh, I was going to spend a couple hours on the bike, actually,” he suggested. “I don’t s’pose you’d want to join me, Turbo?”
“Yes,” Fitz said, so immediately it almost beat Mack’s last word out of his mouth, because nerves or no nerves, so help him he’d take every awkward-silent hot-sweaty-workroom bonding-over-a-shared-interest second of Mack’s company he could get.
That still didn’t stop him leaning into Skye’s ear as he doubled back behind the couch to get to the door, and hissing in her ear:
“I will kill you.”
“Take your best shot, lover-boy,” she replied, but would have been surprised if Fitz was listening: he was already enraptured by Mack’s story about the bike and his plans for it as they wandered off down the hall. Skye settled her back into the couch, claimed a nearby bag of pretzels as her own, and re-set the game for solo play. She smiled to herself. Things were really looking up after all.
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for Prompts for Adoption, here's an anon prompt that I'm unfortunately passing on, I thought somebody else might like it: Skitz + "cupid's demanding back his arrow, so let's get drunk on our tears" (lost stars, adam levine)
Thanks for the prompt, Anon! I’m sorry I couldn’t fill it in the end but hopefully one of the other lovely people will pick it up.
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AN ~ and with this fic I dub my @mcubingo complete! don’t worry though I will still be filling the prompts I’ve got for squares that I didn’t end up filling. see this post for more details. in the meantime, enjoy some FitzHunter ft. innuendo, eye sex, and Unnecessary Physical Contact
Relationships/Characters: Leo Fitz x Lance Hunter
Prompt: “weapons” for @mcubingo
Rating: T
Warnings: N/A
Other Tags: Sparring, Flirting, Innuendo, Kissing,
Summary:
Hunter decides Fitz is up for a challenge.
Fitz agrees.
Read on AO3 (~800wd)
disarming
“I think it’s time for a challenge,” Hunter announces, and Fitz feels frustration flare through his body. His muscles are starting to ache and he’s getting a headache from concentrating so hard, willing himself to shoot straight. He’s always been good with guns when it has been about the physics, the engineering; when it comes to holding one steady and still, especially since his injury, every passing second is a challenge.
Hunter is unfazed, and swings his arms to stretch his shoulders out as he fetches a drink of water. So they are moving onto the next thing then, and for that Fitz is glad - especially when Hunter abandons the gun range altogether and slips between the elastics on the sparring ring. He leans on the top line with a sly smile on his face and offers -
“Whaddaya say? Do you wanna fight me, mate?”
Fitz is frustrated with him, but not that frustrated.
Then again, it would be fun to get in a few swings. Fitz quite enjoyed the cocky look Hunter got about him when he was winning - and refused to surrender when he was losing, because the key according to him was to always pretend you were winning. He liked the challenge, liked getting caught up in it - it wasn’t so calculated as taking aim. He had to learn to trust his instinct.
(Plus, if he were being honest, he did enjoy getting tossed around a little too, especially when Hunter had that little glint of mischief in his eye. There was a reason they called it hot and heavy, after all.)
So Fitz follows Hunter into the ring, all but ready to pounce, and that’s when Hunter declares:
“Knives!”
“What?”
Fitz blinks as Hunter pulls out two small fake wooden blades from the array at the other side of the ring. All of a sudden Fitz is feeling much less ready to pounce sexually and much more like decking Hunter for real. Only, he’s not sure his hand is capable of making a fist right now. He flexes his fingers, and grimaces. But Hunter still has that infuriatingly smooth smile, and it’s hot, and both of them are breathing just a little heavy, and it doesn’t take much for the desire to come back when Hunter takes a little too long to pass him the knife.
“Here,” Hunter reminds him, letting their fingers linger together on the wooden shaft. “Remember, especially in a combat situation, you’re going to be tempted to hold onto this thing for dear life but nobody wants that. All you’ll get his hand cramps.”
He adjusts Fitz’s hand, rounding it, and there’s no way he doesn’t know what Fitz is thinking but he smiles right on through the heat that creeps up the back of Fitz’s neck.
“You wanna be loose with it,” Hunter instructs. “Trust the knife. Like this.”
Almost effortlessly, or so it seems, Hunter begins to twist and turn his blade between his fingers, over his knuckles, forward and back easily as though it is an extra limb. Fitz can feel his hand cramping up at the very thought, and hums indecisively. Hunter stops showing off - or does he, because as he backs up to invite Fitz into an armed spar, he shrugs and offers some advice.
“Don’t worry, you don’t have to get that fancy with it. I just like doing that to distract people. You can just as easily do it with your mouth.”
“By talking, you mean?” Fitz challenges, with a raised eyebrow and a whisper of a grin of his own.
“I never said that,” Hunter clarifies, with just the slightest hint of teasing in his tone. “Why? Did you have something else in mind?”
He tosses the knife, catches it, and runs his finger softly along the hilt. He’s watching the knife, not Fitz, and he’s left his defences open on purpose. Fitz takes the invitation, charging him with a kiss that pins him up against the far side, straining the elastics under their weight. The knife falls from Hunter’s hand and he wraps his arms around Fitz, pulling him closer. The air grows hot and heavy as promised, and then, after a moment, their lips pull away.
Fitz beams.
Hunter’s smile is softer now, a little more dazed, but still victorious. It was, after all, what he had planned all along.
“I guess you win,” he concedes.
Fitz is distracted by the taste of Hunter on his lips. He remembers that there is a name for that type of smile Hunter was giving him before, and that funnily enough that word is disarming, and that that realisation is going to make an excellent pun one day.
But not today, he promises himself as Hunter pulls him into another kiss. Today, he has other things to do.
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