Heyo! I'm Skye. I'm turning 20 this year, currently studying history. I don't remember what my first fandom was, but it was probably Harry Potter. Thinking back, I was definitely obsessed with HP before anything else. Now I'm big into Marvel, still HP, Hemlock Grove, and stuff like that. Main ship... Oh god. I couldn't tell you. Too many. I started following you because I was following Steph for her art. Then I saw she was reblogging your writing and talking about you. Now here we are.
HP is such a big fandom, I’m fairly sure it is the “first” fandom for a lot of people. Hemlock Grove is a good one, too, for sure. And oh man LOL. Steph tends to introduce me to a lot of people.
Omg. All these prompts are beautiful. Let's go with Fitzward. Obvs. #37: "Wanna dance?"
A while ago, @puppyfacedbrokenboys brought up the idea that Fitzward are soulmates who can’t kill each other. Somehow, this prompt brought that to life. Also tagging @lincolncampbelll because it’s his birthday, and he wanted to see this done
"I hate this."
"I hate you."
"You don't." Ward says, with a chuckle, and Fitz feels his jaw clench with annoyance, second before a smile stretches his lips. "That's why we keep ending up here."
Here, of course, is in a wrecked room, in some non-descript HYDRA base they'd tracked Ward to. They, being himself and Jemma. She's sitting across the room, watching the two of them with what almost looks like pity in her eyes. She's different, since coming back from the planet they found her on. She's weary of her vendetta against Ward, but she's fascinated by this, between the two of them.
Because, no matter how scientific they try to make it, both she and Fitz have to admit there might just be magic at work here.
"The pod." Fitz says, putting a hand down to shift in his spot on the floor, and wincing when his wrist sends a spike of pain up into his shoulder. "Your cell."
"Does Jemma's attempt on my life count?" Ward asks, nodding to her across the room. "Have we figured that out yet?"
Jemma shrugs. "He knew of it, but he didn't know that I was definitely going to try. This isn't an exact science." She makes a noise that sounds a little harried. "This isn't even a science at all."
Ward nods, reaching up to touch his lower lip. From where he's sitting, Fitz can see where the skin is split. He got a good punch in. "Then there was the van. Werner would have been successful if he wasn't so full of himself."
"No, he wouldn't have." Fitz corrects, and Ward makes a noise of agreement. "Don't talk yourself up like that."
"That bomb you designed." Ward says, snapping his fingers. "Ended up in the completely wrong base, because I got stuck in traffic, of all things."
"And now, this." Jemma fills him.
"And now, this." Fitz echos, and looks over at Ward, looking over his profile before the other man turns his head. "I can't kill you, and you can't kill me. Not for lack of trying."
"Not that the pod was actually an attempt." Ward points out. Fitz gives him a level look, and he drops it. Somewhere along the line, between the fights and the momentary partnerships, and the attempted murders, they've come to an agreement, regarding that damn pod. Just not to bring it up. Regardless of whether or not it was an attempt, it changed things, drastically, terribly for a while, for Fitz. It's best just to leave it untouched.
"And it isn't like he's specifically been targetting you, either." Jemma points out. "Actually, if anything, it's been..."
"Coulson. And May." Ward answers, without hesitation, and without a note of guilt. "But you're there, so..."
Fitz shrugs. "My attempts haven't been so general."
"Yeah, well. You're only out to get me. You don't have it in for Kebo or anyone else. I'm the," Ward clears his throat, puts on a dramatic tone. "Head of HYDRA."
Fitz snorts. "Not since Rumlow resurfaced."
"Don't talk to me about that." Ward says, deadpan. "Back to the point at hand."
Jemma straightens up, brushing her pants off. "You two just can't do it. You can't kill each other. I thought it was some sort of long-dead myth, but maybe it is an actual sort of magic. This soulmate thing."
This soulmate thing. The fact that Ward is his soulmate both did and didn't surprise Fitz. Of course he was. And of course he was Ward's. That was why the man couldn't stop trying to get close to him, to fix what he'd ruined, for so long. That was why, now, they were sitting on the floor of this wrecked room, after Ward had twisted his arm, and he'd punched him in the mouth, finally talking about this.
He and Jemma had gotten a message to Ward, weeks before. An 'I hate you but I'm concerned this myth about soulmates who can't kill each other but keep ending up nearly accomplishing it might be attached to us' message that Ward hadn't laughed at, but had instead responded, 'Sure, why not pile on another fucking weird aspect to our goddamn lives.'
"'This soulmate thing'." Ward repeats, shaking his head and getting to his feet. He holds his hand out to help Fitz up, and Fitz takes it, despite Ward's cheeky grin, and the fact that he says, "Since we're supposedly soulmates... Wanna dance?"
Why things keep ending up like this, Fitz doesn't know. He hates it, honestly, deep, deep down in his soul. It's almost ironic, that it's his soul that hurts most, when it's his damn soulmate he can't kill.
Omg! You're from Rochester? Thats awesome. I'm from about an hour south. Going to college up in Pittsford. Just kinda felt like sharing that with you. Yay. I'll go back to my corner now..
Are you going to Naz?I go to MCC, but I'm in Pittsford right now house sitting for my mom xD
So I say I'm going to go to bed but then I'm like, "No... Just a little longer." Next time I look up at the clock, it's like half an hour later. I have a problem.
