#fitzpride

[bobbiamorse]

leo fitz + lance hunter

there's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly

[theclaravoyant]

soft cardigan trans!fitz aesthetic     (x x x x x x x x x)

[unlessimwrongwhichyouknowimnot]

Idk if you are accepting prompts/requests, but since Pride Fitz is coming upon us, would you be inclined to write anything featuring Fitz in a qpr with Hunter and/or Bobbi? Fic, headcanon, bullet fic, whatever you like!

Happy first day of Pride Month!!!!! Here you go:

Untitled Queerplatonic FitzHuntingbird Fic

Fitz has never really understood the concept of friendship and the rules surrounding it, so it’s no wonder that all his friendships turn into something more. It was Simmons who gave him the word for it at the Academy. Queerplatonic. She knows about it because of her aromanticism. He likes the word. He likes having a label.

He doesn’t really know when his friendship with Bobbi and Hunter turns from just friendship to queerplatonic (again, the whole concept of friends vs. other relationships is very confusing), but at some point he recognizes that it has done so.

He goes back and forth, arguing with himself over whether to bring up the label with them. He thinks Bobbi might know what it means, because she’s been discovering that she’s aromantic as well, but he’s not sure if Hunter would.

~*~*~*~

One night, he and Hunter are up late. They’ve had a couple beers and they’re sitting on the couch in the common room watching a documentary on ‘The Mystery Monkeys of Shangri-La’ Hunter had recorded for him. The documentary finishes and Fitz rests his head against Hunter’s shoulder. “I love you,” he tells him, staring at the television screen as the credits scroll past.

“I love you too,” Hunter replies after a short pause.

Fitz tugs on his lip as he ponders the pause. “Not in a sexual way,” he clarifies after thinking it through. “In a queerplatonic way.”

“And I love you in a queerplatonic way,” Hunter says. “I paused ‘cause I was trying to decide if I should make a Star Wars reference or not.”

Fitz lets out a soft laugh as he understands what Hunter is getting at. “Save that for Bobbi,” he advises.

“Oh, we’ve been there, done that,” Hunter tells him.

“TMI,” Fitz says as he gets up.

Hunter stands as well and pulls Fitz into a hug, kissing his cheek. “Goodnight, love.”

“Night.”

~*~*~*~

He never does bring it up with Bobbi. They both just sort of understand without needing to talk about it. It’s obvious in the way they bicker and squabble like siblings, in the way he goes to her for advice, and she comes to him for comfort, in the casual touches they share, and the way their brains just seem to connect.

Fitz enjoys spending time with Bobbi and Hunter separately. He and Hunter argue about football, and Hunter finds that he’s actually interested in the nature documentaries Fitz enjoys, so they have good discussions about those. Fitz likes working out with Bobbi, learning basic self defense skills he’d always been too anxious to learn from May. He likes spending time with her in the lab.

Most of all, he likes it when the three of them spend time together. He likes it when they make meals together and Bobbi and Hunter bicker about the best way to cook mushrooms. He likes it when they cuddle together, and when they play board games together, and he’d even enjoyed that one time when they’d each gotten tipsy and Bobbi convinced them to re-enact Star Wars scenes with her. Bobbi had been Leia, Fitz had been Luke, and Hunter was Han. She’d even somehow managed to charm Mack into playing Chewbacca. He thinks Daisy has video of it somewhere ready to use as blackmail material should the need ever arise.

He never really thinks about how their relationship looks to others. He doesn’t really care about that. He’s happy, and Bobbi and Hunter are happy, and that’s all that matters.

[bobbiamorse]

Fitzhunter , fluff, argument over soccer ⚽️

(read it on ao3)

The worst thing about his boyfriend, Hunter thinks, is histaste in football.

Fitz is great. Fitz is easily the smartest person Hunter’sever met (though that’s not saying much), and he’s kind in the sort of waysthat confound Hunter entirely, because no one should remember that he likesstrawberry syrup on pancakes, but Fitz does. When Fitz laughs, Hunter wondersif maybe, just maybe, someone else’s happiness can heal him.

But his football opinions? Nope. Definitely not. His mumwould be rolling in her grave if she knew that her son was dating a ManU fan. Sowould his dad, probably, but Hunter doesn’t give a flying shit what his dad thinks,so there’s that.

Hunter’s pretty sure if he and Fitz are ever going to breakup, it will be today, because today is the day they’ve both been waiting for:the day their teams play each other. Even though Fitz and Hunter have beenwaiting for this moment since they started going out, Hunter’s pretty sure everyoneelse on the team is dreading it. They don’t seem to realize that talking aboutfootball is basically bizarre foreplay for them. (Or they do realize this andchoose to ignore it. Either way is fine with Hunter.)

Thanks to the time difference between the Playground andEngland, it’s just after lunch when the game comes on. They’ve just eaten, soit’s probably silly to have snacks, but Hunter is pretty sure it’s an internationalcrime not to eat while watching football, so he fishes a pack of pistachios outthe pantry. When he returns to the common area, he’s surprised that there’sactually other people there.

“We have to make sure this doesn’t get ugly.” Mack deadpansfrom his spot in the armchair.

“This would be a horrible way for one of you to die.” Daisyagrees. Beside her, Jemma giggles.

The only open seat is next to Fitz. Honestly, Hunter’s not surethat’s the best idea, but he does love being close to his boyfriend, so he’snot going to complain. He plops down and Fitz curls into his side instinctively.

The coin toss happens, and it goes to ManU. Hunter scowlswhile Fitz cheers.

The game goes by in a blur, and Hunter and Fitz are neverboth happy in the same moment. It’s like a toggle switch; one or the other, butnot both.

The game ends in a tie, and then neither of them is happy.

“I will never understand this sport.” Daisy says as she leversherself off the sofa. “How can it end in a tie!? That doesn’t make sense.” Hunterand Fitz both open their mouths to defend their precious football, but Daisyholds up a hand. “Don’t wanna know.” She says before walking out, draggingalong with her.

“Sucks to be you guys, I guess.” Mack adds unsympathetically.The rest of the team trickles out behind Mack, leaving just Fitz and Hunter onthe couch.

“Well, we both know who really deserved to win.” Hunter saysinto the silence.

“ManU.” Fitz answers.

“Liverpool.” Hunter retorts.

“ManU!” Fitz unhooks himself from around Hunter so he cangive his boyfriend a shove.

“Liverpool!” Hunter shoves him back.

“ManU!” Fitz issurprisingly strong when he wants to be, and Hunter isn’t braced for how strongthe push is. Hunter topples over onto the sofa and doesn’t bother proppinghimself back up. Instead, he wraps his hands around Fitz’s forearms, pullinghis boyfriend down on top of him. No one else is there, so it’s not like anyonecan act scandalized at the position.

“Liverpool.” Hunter growls.

“I hate you.” Fitz says, but he doesn’t move off of Hunter.

“That hurts, Fitzy.” Hunter says, smoothing his handsthrough Fitz’s curls. “And here I thought we had something.” He cracks a grin,and Fitz smiles back.

“I’ll take it back if you admit ManU is better thanLiverpool.” Fitz says, looking right pleased with himself.

“I’d rather die.” Hunter replies.

“See you in the afterlife then.” Fitz smirks, finallyrolling off of Hunter. He stands up and begins to make his way out of the room.

“Wait!” Hunter yelps, chasing after his boyfriend. “Ithought you were kidding!”

(He was. Kind of.)

[unlessimwrongwhichyouknowimnot]

Agender Fitz Headcanons

Fitz had always known they were biologically male and that, according to their father, meant they had to act a certain way

Fitz had never been able to act that way, much to their father’s disapproval

Fitz had never really understood what it meant to be a man, or even what it meant to be a woman

They didn’t feel like either

They just felt like Fitz

They didn’t really get to begin exploring their gender identity until after they’d graduated from the Academy

They’d been assigned to Sci-Ops, to work under a Level Three agent who identified as genderfluid and used ze/zir pronouns

It had taken Fitz almost four months to get up the courage to talk to zir about zirs gender

What they learned changed their life

Fitz began identifying as agender and using they/them pronouns

They decided to stick with the name Fitz, since as a surname, it was already gender-neutral

They started attending meet-ups with other LGBTQIA+ SHIELD Agents zir introduced them too

They came out to Simmons and Mum

Mum had accepted them right away. Of course she did. She always did.

Simmons was accepting too, but also went straight into research mode, which made Fitz feel a bit like one of Simmons’ lab specimens.

Fitz didn’t change much about their appearance. They’d never really felt much dysphoria about their body, so they didn’t feel the need to look any different in that way. They’d always preferred to dress in patterns and soft jumpers and cardigans

They went to their first Pride event the following summer with their friends from the meet-ups

They bought a button with their gender and pronouns and wore it every day for a year and a half until one day they didn’t fully pin it onto their cardigan and it fell and broke

By then, they were comfortable correcting others’ assumptions of their gender and pronouns, so while they were sad at the loss of the button, they also realized that they no longer needed it