#fitztrip

[battlships]

So uhhh... can we talk about Trip meeting Bucky but especially sambucky? Bucky getting to meet the grandson of one of his friends and find out how many embarrassing stories Gabe passed down :3 Sam is taking notes

And maybe Trip brings his tiny bf with him

[daisyromanova]

I need a POI/AOS fanfic with multiple chapters where Root, Shaw, Harold, Finch and Fusco work for SHIELD and:

the Machine is the way they get in-tell on new Inhumans or alien threats

Shaw and May intimidate the fuck out of people despite being so short

Lincoln is not only scared of May but now has Shaw to be scared of, too

Daisy and Jemma are trained by Shaw and May to be as good as they are at kicking ass and taking names

Hunter annoys the fuck out of Shaw, despite the fact that they’re both sarcastic, eye-rolling shit heads

Root and Daisy are two of the best hackers and are hacking buddies, always get into trouble 

Bobbi/Root and Mack/Fusco bond somehow??

Finch and Coulson are best buds and obsess over the history of spy tech

Reese becomes Fitz’ SO and Fitz teaches him about technology because God knows he’s awful at it

Skimmons, FitzTrip and Shoot are dating

[lentils-writes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

When a dragon begins terrorizing the once-peaceful kingdom, Sir Trip and Skye the royal handmaiden find themselves called to heroism.

[ezrisdax-archive]

fitztrip + O2?

play fic bingo?

trope used: time loop (also here on ao3)

~~

Trip was dead.

Skye was…who even knew at this point. Still Skye but something was going that she wasn’t telling them; panicking over both the loss of Trip and feeling trapped in the glass room now, just waiting for a verdict.

And Trip was dead.

He couldn’t say it out loud, it just kept repeating over and over in his head between every other thought and when he crawled into bed that night it was the last thing he thought of before he fell asleep.

~~

He woke up groaning, feeling more like he hadn’t slept at all and he probably hadn’t by all the tossing and turning and the nightmare of the cavern falling to pieces- of Trip falling to pieces- plastered in his mind.

He was probably horribly dirty, hadn’t even showered the dust of the cavern off and just sat in his bed thinking about it until he finally stood up, deciding he’d see Skye at least.

It was then he noticed something strange – he was wearing different clothes than he’d gone to sleep in, clothes he could have sworn he’d worn the day before.

Fitz tugged at them and frowned, looking at the mirror in his room and being taken aback.

There wasn’t a speck of dust on him, or even the bruise he had known he’d gotten last night in the cavern from running around and placing explosives.

Explosives that Trip had gone to stop and- Fitz swallowed hard.

He was just imagining things that was all. He must have changed, even showered, and just forgotten.

Now disoriented Fitz stumbled into the hallway; running a hand through his hair. Had he somehow gone back to hallucinations? Gaps in his memory and words there but lost between his head and his mouth?

He made it to the kitchen and froze.

Jemma stood there, making tea, and right next to her scrambling some eggs stood Trip.

“You really should stop moving so much Trip, you’ll slow the recovery of your arm.” Jemma tsked but Trip just grinned.

“Who would feed you all then? You’d live off poptarts and old Chinese food.” He teased and turned around, seeing Fitz in the door way, “Fitz! Tell the doc here I’ll be okay.”

“You’re okay.” Fitz mumbled, staring wide eyed at Trip who caught on quickly that something was going on and walked over, leaving Jemma to make sure the eggs didn’t burn.

“You all right man?” Trip peered at him curiously, “You’re not feeling guilty over this whole bullet thing right?”

There was a bandage on Trip’s arm, right where he’d been shot on the mission a few days ago. Or yesterday.

Fitz was getting a headache, rubbing at his forehead.

“I think you need to go back to sleep.” Trip put a hand on his shoulder, solid and warm and clearly alive.

He’d dreamed everything else up, that must have been it, probably just worry on upcoming missions and Trip being shot.

“I can take your spot going cavern hunting and-”

“No.” Fitz said sharply, remembering that he was part of the team off to find it that day and shuddered at the idea of Trip going near it. “It’s fine, I’m fine.”

He pulled away from Trip and tried to smile.

“Everything is fine.”

~~

It wasn’t fine.

It was happening all over again, Mack falling prey to the cavern, Skye kidnapped, the explosives, Trip running after them…

“He’s dead.” Jemma was choking on her tears once they reached the doorway after the cavern shook around them. “Skye!”

She rushed forward to get Skye who sat against the wall in the round room, staring at where Trip had been in horror.

Fitz stared at where Trip had been and numbly wondered if all this dreams were doomed to come true and turn all of them into dust.

Maybe he’d just stop sleeping after all.

~~

He woke up wondering how he got to bed because the last thing he remembered was sticking around with Skye and Jemma and trying to cheer Skye up; to at least make something different from his dream happen.

“What the-” Fitz glared at the clothes he was wearing, the same as they were the day before. “This can’t be happening.” He muttered and rushed out the door towards the kitchen.

“You really should stop moving so much Trip, you’ll slow the recovery of your arm.” Jemma said, just like she had yesterday.

“Who would feed you all then? You’d live off poptarts and old Chinese food.” Fitz mouthed the words along with Trip and when Trip turned around and grinned at Fitz he did the only thing he could do.

Ran back to his room and wondered if he’d gone crazy.

A moment later there was a knock on his door and Trip walked in.

“Fitz? What’s going on, you okay.” A hand on his shoulder like last time and Fitz glared at it.

“You’re not real. This isn’t happening.”

“Fitz?” Trip leaned in, brown eyes full of concern and Fitz laughed because hadn’t he been thinking he’d never see Trip look concerned or amused or even angry ever again just last night? “You’re scaring me man, don’t tell me you stayed up watching those horror movies without me and they got to you.”

Fitz snorted and rolled his eyes.

“What? You don’t need my protection from mythical leprechauns? I’m hurt.” There was the amusement again and Fitz relaxed; feeling better at seeing that already. Trip seemed to catch on to that, “You good?”

“Yeah I’m good.” Fitz brushed Trip’s hand off his shoulder.

“All right then.” Trip nodded, walking towards the door and stopping, “If you need anything though…I’m here for you.”

He left before Fitz could reply.

Twenty four hours later he was dead again and Fitz felt like screaming.

~~

He didn’t wake up screaming though, woke up determined and looking down and almost sighing in relief that he was wearing the same clothes because something was happening to him yes but Fitz was going to find out what.

He was going to fix this and Trip was going to live.

Everything was going to be okay.

He regretted thinking it would be that easier when the explosive went off right in front of him; he hadn’t made it in time to stop all of them, even though he had only falsely planted his.

But he opened his eyes and started again.

~~

Fitz groaned, nothing was working; trying to convince Coulson not to go to the cavern led him off the team there, stopping the rescue of Raina just let to him being shot, and disabling the planes had him stuck in an interrogation room with Bobbi.

And Trip still dead.

“You better not be groaning about my food,” Trip said from across the table with his own plate in front of him.

This time Fitz had decided just to act like everything was fine and wait for the perfect moment.

“I’m not.” Fitz quickly took a bite of the eggs, they were better than anything he’d have been able to make. “Thankyouforbreakfast.”

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?” Trip shook his head when Fitz just made a face at him.

“Be glad I like you.” Fitz said after he swallowed his food.

“Or what?” Trip raised an eyebrow, “You going to go all mad scientist on us?”

“Yes.” Fitz stood up, “And you can be my assistant.”

“I may not have the quick thinking you and Simmons do but I can keep up, equal partnership or no evil deal.” Trip said, pointing his fork at Fitz. “And I call naming our team Moby Dick.”

Fitz threw a spoon at him which Trip ducked easily as he knew he would.

“You’re Dick.” Fitz told him and marched out of the room to Trip’s laughter behind him.

It was exactly things like that that made him miss Trip in the first place.

Which is why he stunned Trip and trapped him in the room on the Bus while the rest of the team took off without him.

That time Hydra blew up the plane.

~~

“I’m stuck in a time loop.” Fitz announced walking into the kitchen. “And you keep dying.”

Trip and Jemma exchanged worried glances.

“Fitz maybe you should go lie down.” Jemma began, walking towards him.

Fitz nodded, “I’ll sit this one out.”

Trip took his place in the cavern, he found out from Jemma with tearful eyes that Trip had fallen down the hole in the struggle with Mack.

He hadn’t made it.

~~

“I’m stuck in a time loop and you keep dying and I hate this.” Fitz told Trip the next day when Jemma walked out of the room.

“Are you watching those horror movies without me again?”

Fitz sighed, “Maybe.”

Trip shot him a worried a look and Fitz just shrugged.

“Please stop dying.”

“I’ll try to.” Trip promised, resting his hand on Fitz’s shoulder and squeezing it, eyes still worried.

“I’m fine.” Fitz lied.

“I’m fine.” He lied again twenty four hours later and dragged himself off to bed.

This time the explosions had gotten Trip.

~~

He ended up in the cavern with Trip, this time having gone down with him and the two of them grabbed hands as Skye and Raina turned to stone before them.

“Fitz!” Trip looked in horror as the stone began to encase them too.

“No no no no.” Fitz repeated, tightening his grasp on Trip’s hand. “Stop this, please.”

He should have tried to push Trip out of the way when they got to the cavern.

Next time.

He’d do it next time.

~~

“I’m stuck in a time loop.” Announcing it made him feel a little better if only because after the usual joke about horror movies Trip didn’t question it.

Sure enough right after that quip, “And you can’t get out of it?”

“No.” Fitz scrubbed his face with his hands, “You keep dying.” His voice cracked just then and he knew it.

Trip tilted his head, “You okay?”

“I haven’t slept. I can’t stop today and you…keep dying.” Fitz laughed, broken and tired.

“Maybe you just need to let me.” Trip said quietly after a few minutes had passed and Fitz hadn’t said anything else.

“No.” Fitz told him, shaking his head. “That’s not the answer.”

“Undying love declaration of some sort?”

Fitz frowned.

“Hey it worked with groundhog day.” Trip shrugged and grinned, “Maybe you just need to kiss me.”

So Fitz did, desperate and hopeful and willing to try anything so long as it meant as Trip was alive.

“Oh.” Fitz blinked as he pulled back. “I might be in love with you.”

“Took you long enough.” Trip was still grinning.

Fitz kissed him again.

They didn’t even make it to the cavern that time.

Skye came in laughing and yelling about some bet with Lance and distracted the mission long enough that it didn’t happen and Fitz began to hope it would turn out okay as the seconds ticked by.

Then Hydra stormed the base and he hated himself for that hope.

~~

“I’m in a time loop. I’m in love with you. Don’t go into the cavern.” Fitz kissed Trip and walked out, leaving Jemma and Trip gaping after him.

Then he stole a plane and blew up the cavern himself.

~~

“Who would feed you all then? You’d live off poptarts and old Chinese food.”

“We aren’t that bad Trip.” Fitz announced his presence, giving up and playing it normal this time.

“You are the worst of them all. How can a scientist burn water?” Trip snorted.

“I didn’t burn it!” Fitz denied, remembering the night that Trip had tried to teach him how to cook.

“It tasted burnt.”

“That was the food.”

“Flavoured by the water.”

Fitz let out an indignant noise and Jemma patted him on the shoulder on her way out.

“Want some breakfast or you gonna try to make it yourself?” Trip asked, holding the pan of eggs.

“Just give me the bloody eggs.”

“You want bloodied eggs, that’s gross Fitz.”

Fitz glared at him while Trip whistled innocently as he got plates.

“You should take today off, your arm still isn’t recovered.” Fitz fiddled with the fork in front of him, hoping to dissuade Trip from going despite that it had ended badly last time.

“You look like you need a day off too.” Trip pointed out.

“Maybe tomorrow.” Fitz laughed to himself.

“I’ll take it off if you will.”

“Deal. Movies?”

“Horror?”

“Something else. Just…something else.” Fitz sighed.

“All right, whatever you want. But no hogging the twizzlers this time.” Trip sat down next to him, “Sharing is caring Fitz.”

He smirked when Fitz rolled his eyes.

~~

He went to the cavern with Trip this time, letting everything play out as it had before until that point and this time when they reached it with all the explosives off he shoved Trip to the ground, stumbling into the cavern from the force as the door started to shut.

“Fitz?!” Trip scrambled up, trying to rush forward.

“See you tomorrow.” Fitz smiled when the door shut.

“Fitz? What’s going on?” Skye grabbed his arm,

“It’s going to be okay.” He told her, hugging Skye just in case and wishing he’d decided to tell Trip that morning anyway. “Just- it’s going to be okay.”

Stone cocooned them and Fitz took one last look at the door that had shut behind Trip.

Then there was blissful nothingness.

Then Fitz woke up.

At first he cursed, shutting his eyes again and nearly crying that it hadn’t work, but then Skye was yelling his name.

“Fitz?” She was as confused as he was, stone flying off of her as it did him. “What’s going on?”

He stared at his hands.

“I don’t know.”

The door opened to reveal Trip, still alive and rushing forward.

“Fitz! What the hell?” Trip caught him by the shoulder. “What were you thinking?”

Fitz shrugged, and then passed out.

~~

When he woke up again his first instinct was still to curse.

He heard a whistle and looked over to where Trip was sitting right next to him.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you-”

Trip didn’t get to finish, Fitz sat up and grabbed a hold of his shirt, pulling him close for a kiss.

“I’m not arguing but what’s going on?” Trip asked when he let go.

“Groundhog day.” Fitz said, like it explained everything.

“The movie?”

“Something like that.” Fitz sagged against him, resting his head on Trip’s chest and hearing the heartbeat beneath him.

“Is this the undying love declaration to fix it?”

“Something like that.”

“Fitz man, you suck at this.” He knew by the tone of voice Trip was teasing him.

“How’s Skye?” Fitz changed the subject.

“Managing, Simmon’s with her now. Girl made the whole cavern shake and then just breathed and it was done.”

Fitz frowned, powers. It sounded like Skye had inhuman powers and he’d bet it had to do with that diviner.

Except that would mean…

“Hey,” Trip jostled him and made him look up, “We’ll figure it out. You’re smart.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Fitz admitted, grinning.

“Now see that’s a little bit of a better love declaration.”

Fitz rolled his eyes.

“I can’t believe I love you.”

“Getting there.”

“Shut up Trip.”

“I’ll take it.”

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fandom fic author appreciation (the plinys edition)

since it’s fandom fic author appreciation week (yes I know that’s for ME but I’m taking it for other fandoms too) I’d be remiss if I didn’t talk about plinys and the wonderful things she had written and really I rec anything Jess does with the pairings I love but my personal faves would be:

Identification Code: Unidentified: Skye/Jemma, as everyone may know I’m a sucker for Star Trek AUs and Jess writes the very best ones and I’m still completely in love with this fic.

The Dim Light in Your Eyes: Skye/Jemma, it’s Welcome to Nightvale and Skimmons, what more could you need?

paint by numbers: Fitz/Mack, unbeknownst to most people, all Fitzmack stories should have sharpies and god bless Jess for bringing that to life

shouting into the cliffs without echos: Fitz/Mack, a long time ago Jess and I joked about hipster FitzMack and then Jess brilliantly brought it to life and made it happy, then ripped your heart out, and then fixed it again. I’m still not sure if I’ve forgiven her or not.

Like A Hollywood Picture: Steve/Peggy/Howard, I adore a good OT3 fic and Jess always provides excellent ones, especially with the vintage bi squad and it’s just too cute I love her.

The Way Our Horizons Meet: Skye/Jemma, I’m a firm believer everyone who likes Skimmons should read this fic and also that Jess likes ripping peoples hearts out (don’t worry she fixes them too)

Of Spies and White Whales: Fitz/Trip, it’s just fun, fun and FitzTrip and that’s really how things ought to be with these two teasing each other.

Like a Dying Star: Skye/Jemma, space things and Skimmons are possibly my favourite things and Jess just mashes them together so perfectly have I mentioned I love them and her for it

[plinys]

HEY YOU CHECK THIS AMAZING AUTHOR OUT!

that’s right guys, i am here to talk to you about the most amazing and wonderful, tumblr user enkiindlethis. seriously i love beej in a super platonic way and her writing is like amazing, if you’re not reading her feic you need to go assess you life choices right fucking now, okay-

to just show you how amazing she is, let me tell you my bro here has nearly 200 fics published on ao3, like holy shit! and all of them are amazing, this is fact. 

but here are a few of my favorites, for those of you that need an introduction to the wonders that are her stories (also most of these are aos, because its the fandom we have in common but im sure her other fics are just as awesome!)

there was this amazing star trek au fitztrip drabble-fic she wrote and its perfect - like the queen of coming up with star trek aus. we spend a good deal of messages plotting out star trek aus for all of our ships, its great.

also she wrote me cartinelli star trek au !?!

all just shades of grey  - i can never read another soulmate + color seeing au again, because they wont compare to how amazing this fic was. it like defined this au trope for me. 

while you were sleeping (I didn't fall in love with you) - one time i made beej watch while you were sleeping and then write me an au based off it, and it was the most beautiful thing ever wow i love her

not a date (until it is)  - a very wonderful and super adorable fitzmack fic, like beej is a fitzmack master let it be known

paradise is you  you know that feeling when youre making a rec list about how amazing your friend is and realize that you missed reading one of their fics and that that fic is AMAZING. yeah go check this thing out right fucking now

The Agent and the Lab Rat - beej is so good at working fitztrip in aus, like bless bless

AND OH MYGOD THERE IS SO MANY OTHER GREAT FICS THAT SHE’S WRITTEN, SO GO READ EVERYTHING SHE’S GOT RIGHT NOW AND JUST BE AMAZED BECAUSE SHE IS AMAZING

[fabibrizola]

slamncram

answered your

question

:

What’s the most popular ships among...

Skimmons is probably the 3rd largest shipperbase in the fandom tbh. Fitzmack is v loud and boisterous but not all that big, really. Many lowkey ship, but still ship greatly Simmorse/Fitzward/Trimmons/Fitzskye, in my experience.

Yeah, that’s the second person that says that FitzMack is more loud than big. But if they’re not all that big, wouldn’t Skimmons be the second largest fandom? Are you considering that FitzMack is the second, because of all the fuss they make? Or all you considering all ships and then SkyWard would prolly be the second?

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shields up, hailing frequency on

sequel to this for plinys

“Why does this keep happening to me?” Fitz groaned, dropping his face into his hands and it could have been the ship shaking or his head shaking but either way Fitz was in major trouble.

“I think it’s karma for you always reprogramming the replicator.” Trip said blithely somewhere to his right and Fitz counted it as another unfair thing that Trip was on shift again while this happening.

“Coulson’s not allowed to leave the ship anymore.” He said firmly. “I’m duct taping him to this chair.”

“You know I think May would actually help you with that.” Trip pointed out, remaining unhelpful in Fitz’s crisis.

“Go to your station.”

“Aye aye cap.” Trip saluted with two fingers as he walked over to the security terminal and Fitz was writing insubordination in his report this time, he really was.

“Open hailing frequencies, raise shields, contact any ships in the vicinity to let them know the enemy ship might aim at them if they each this area.”

“Don’t you mean frenemy?”

“Shut up Trip.” Fitz pretended like he was beet red at that slip up reminder, rubbing circles on his forehead to stem off the headache he had now.

“I just don’t see why Chief Engineer needs to be in charge. Shouldn’t it go to Security Chief? Or secondary Security Chief.” Fitz looked over at Trip pointedly, as May’s second in command Trip really should have taken over.

Maybe he could order it…

“Sorry man, you outrank me technically.” Trip shrugged.

“I could promote you. Field promotion.”

“You could not. As Acting Captain you don’t have that authority.”

The worst part about arguing with Trip was that he knew every rule in the book better than anyone else.

“In cases of extreme emergency-” Fitz began.

“No.” Trip cut him off and Fitz sulked.

“I just don’t see why this always has to be me.” Fitz crossed his arms, uncrossing them quickly when Trip raised an eyebrow at him.

“It’s only happened twice.”

“Twice too many. I’m engineering. I just want to fix our warp core not lead us into battle. I don’t know anything about battle or strategy or-”

“Fitz.” Trip’s shoulders were shaking in laughter, “You know the hailing frequencies on they can hear you right?”

Fitz froze in abject horror, turning to the onscreen where the Cardassians were staring at him implacably.

“I don’t suppose you could leave now?” He asked as nicely as he could.

Of course his luck didn’t hold steady as they merely scowled at him and raised their hands in a signal he recognized as them about to fire again.

“Fitz get out of my seat.” Coulson charged onto the bridge, May behind him, their shuttle having made it back.

“Oh thank god.” Fitz dove for the turbolift, Trip behind him having been relieved of his station from May.

“Could have been worse.” Trip told him, bumping their shoulders together.

“You were still no help.” Fitz muttered, but leaned against his taller friend in what he’d later deny was just relief.

“I’d have jumped in if you weren’t handling it that well.”

“I wasn’t!”

“Well now you know for next time.”

“If there’s a next time I’m mutinying and taking you with me.”

“Aye aye cap.” Trip teased as they walked out of the turbolift towards the break room.

“Stop that.”

“Whatever you say captain.”

“Trip knock it off.”

“As you wish captain.”

“Trip.”