Moderated by Tony-in-distress.
I took over from Krissie and Haylee :)
WARNING: NOT SPOILER FREE.
“Nobody puts on a fireworks show quite like intensely patriotic Americans. Or, Disney Parks.” Ward leans forward a bit over the lip of the cargo ramp of the Bus, eyes on the sky, following the arc of the fireworks on the opposite hill. “But, pretty sure this is intensely patriotic Americans.”
Fitz laughs, and the firework explodes, drowning him out so that Ward mouths ‘what’, making him lean in to speak into the other’s ear.
“It’s quite the show. I’m impressed. I assume that’s the intention?”
Ward nods, shifting back with a smile. The fireworks in the sky mirror themselves into his eyes, and for a second Fitz forgets to watch the night sky, too taken up in the play of blue and red over warm brown. “Something like that.”
The night air is cool, early July chill seeping into their clothes, but Ward’s arm around his waist, and solid presence at his side, keeps Fitz warm. The others went into the city to watch the fireworks. Fitz had been sleeping in his bunk, and Ward had stayed behind with him. He’d woken up at the first boom, and within five minutes was coaxing Ward into lowering the ramp so they could sit and watch the show together.
Fireworks arc across the navy of the sky, and Fitz feels the boom in his chest. It fits in nicely next to the booming of his heart when Ward kisses his temple and whispers, “I love you”, into his ear.
When he turns his head and catches Ward’s lips in a kiss, he’s sure of the fact that lights behind his eyes have nothing to do with the sulphur and charcoal exploding in the sky. Sitting on the cargo ramp of the Bus, in the July breeze, the night exploding around them, Leo Fitz is sure that the colours he sees behind his eyes have nothing to do with those manmade fireworks, and everything to do with the ones Grant Ward lit.
“You’re only asking that because he can reach the things on the highest shelves without getting a chair,” Simmons points out, kindly not adding in the bit about how watching Ward reach for those high things causes the slightest peek of his lower back and belly, which is undoubtedly the biggest bonus of it all, for Fitz.
There’s something about the promise of what more there could be under those jeans and neutral t-shirts that’s honestly intoxicating.
He doesn’t comment on any of that, though, taking the case for the back-up hand drill out of Ward’s hands, ignoring the way the other man is looking at him expectantly, eyebrows raised. “Well, can you blame me? At least his Gigantor Syndrome is good for one thing.”
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Of course, not making a bigger arse of himself would include such things as not walking headlong into the door frame. You win some, you lose some, and Fitz was about ready to chalk this one up to a loss, even with the warm and sure press of Ward’s hands against his back, stopping his backward stumble.
“I really hope your towel’s firmly back in place,” Fitz muttered, pressing a hand to the spot on his forehead that felt ready to split from the force he’d walked into the frame with. “Sorry, again, I didn’t know you’d just been showering, and Jemma says I have a bad habit of forgetting how to knock…”
“Towel’s on, don’t worry about not knocking, just sit down on the bed and let me take a look at you, okay?”
Fitz briefly wondered if it made him a bad person to have experienced a little thrill at those words; sitting on the edge of Grant Ward’s bunk with the aforementioned specialist bent in front of him, peering critically at his forehead while stray beads of water slid from his hair and along the curve of his jaw, Fitz found he really, really couldn’t be arsed to care.
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Maybe it’s the fact that Fitz and Simmons are barely out of the room, or maybe it’s the fact that Skye says it with such surety, but for a second Ward thinks he broke his pokerface. The next second, though, he’s reassured it’s intact, because Skye’s frowning and leaning in closer, like maybe having less space between them will make his true feelings more obvious; like she doesn’t already know and was just trying to shock him into chasing Fitz down and confessing.
“You should just tell him, you know.” She says, in a matter-of-fact tone, leaning back out and sprawling out on the couch, meaning her crossed ankles end up in his lap. “You don’t live forever.”
No, he wasn’t going to live forever, but, somehow, the prospect of facing down a team of a dozen trained killers was a lot less stressful than the idea of asking Leo Fitz to dinner.
And they said specialists weren’t afraid of anything.
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[AU: Ward isn’t HYDRA] The heating was broke. Again. Except the heating breaking in September and breaking in the middle of December are a two completely different situations. Ward was already wearing his heaviest sweat shirt and thickest coat. Since working out was out of the question, he had decided to clean his weapons, however, this hadn’t been the greatest of ideas either. His fingers were slowly freezing, and after less than half an hour, he has lost almost complete feelings in them and his hold on the gun had become increasingly more clumsy. “What are you doing?”
Ward and Fitz wake up on shore leave. Even multiple rounds the night before weren’t enough to sate Fitz’s appetite. Set post-redemption. An anon asked me a while ago if I write/if I could write Fitzward smut. …Tadaaaa
Fitz woke with the sun, which would have been more surprising if he wasn’t facing the window, with its wide open curtains, but he was. Still, when he shifted back against Ward’s chest, making a sound somewhere between happiness and annoyance, the other took a second to process that he was being woken up by the normally late sleeper. Only a second though, because Fitz was seeking out his hand, and tugging his arm tighter over his waist, settling back into the pillows.
“Morning,” he said, voice thick with sleep, and muffled by the way his face was half-pressed into the crooked pillow below his head.
“Morning,” Ward replied, unable, and unwilling, to keep the small smile from his face. He shifted closer, resting his forehead against Fitz’s mussed curls, eyes still closed, enjoying the stillness and quiet between them. “How did you sleep?”
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“You didn’t seem to think that when you were screaming my name last night,” Leo snarks and Grant drops the knife he was using. It was funny, really, to watch him grapple with it, but also really sad. Skye has been trying to push him into things so he was more comfortable with his sexuality but really, really, if Grant didn’t want to be pushed he wouldn’t be. He sees Skye roll her eyes at him out of the corner of his eyes and chuckles a bit.
He doesn’t think anybody couldn’t have realised he was fucking Grant last night. You could only stay so far away from each other at a lake house and Grant’s screams could have woken the dead. Trip groans as he wanders down the stairs, rubbing his eyes.“Jesus Christ, Grant, man, you really need to tone it down. I’m pretty sure people in the next county could have heard you. Possibly the next state.”
The blush that colours Grant’s face is positively glorious.OH MY GOD YOU ARE LITERALLY MY FAVORITE PERSON ON THIS PLANNET RIGHT NOW JESUS HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL GOOD GOD
Because agentwvrd wanted it (last night but I was wholly out of it so IT’S TONIGHT) and I was happy to oblige… Here you have it. Fitz and Ward at Disneyworld
“Knock yourself out, I’m not coming in.”
Fitz made an exasperated noise and stopped, turning to Ward, face expectant, even behind his sunglasses. Ward knew exactly what he was looking for, too. An explanation as to why he was turning down the chance to experience this apparently vital and incomparable event.
“I don’t know what you’re looking at me for,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “You know what I’m going to say.”
Fitz cleared his throat, straightening up to his full height – and an exaggerated approximation of Ward’s – before speaking in a deep, put-on voice, accent lining up to Ward’s own. “’I’m a grown man, and I’ll look ridiculous’, close enough?”
Paring: SkyeWard + FitzWard+ Fitzsimmons + Skimmons + Philinda
Summary: May’s respons taked a little bit of time
A/N: ok, I know. I said that I wouldn’t added the new characters, but then I changed my mind.Let’s say that Mack came to me and convinced me with one of his smiles.I hope you…
FitzWard AU; They start again, but not over. (a little suprise for kigichi)