#framework leo fitz

[leche-flandom]

My writing's never inspired anything before so this is very exciting!

@doesimmons kindly shared with me an old doodle she made that was inspired by A Framework Fractured. I love his sly side-eye that perfectly captures Framework Fitz's arrogance, and Jemma's indignant spittake! Thanks a million, Doe, you're the best!

[sneakybiskit]

Did you think that you could play in the shadows without me?

Doctor Leopold Fitz 

[eclecticmuses]

Agents of SHIELD Cosplay at DragonCon 2017

Here’s some photos of my friends and I before our photo op with the Agents of SHIELD cast at DragonCon this past weekend (and that Brett ended up tweeting). There were eight of us but we could only have four to a photo, so we ended up splitting into two groups. We had me (Zombie Framework Jemma), a borrowed-Daisy’s-clothes Framework Jemma, Framework Fitz, Madame Hydra, Framework Teacher Coulson (complete with his own soap!), May, Quake, and Bobbi. It’s always a blast getting to hang out with them and I’m really glad we decided to do the photo op.

[grapehyasynth]

What’s love got to do with it

Excerpt

Theirs has never been a fiery, instant love, the see-it-gotta-have-it kind of attraction. Even Fitz has admitted that while he’d long harbored a crush for her, it hadn’t started until they’d been friends for some time.

But this?

Jemma is fairly sure that even if she didn’t already know how it feels when Fitz brings her to toe-curling orgasm or what his scratchy morning voice sounds like calling to her from the shower or that secretive little smile of appraisal he reserves just for her, she’d still be drawn to this man.

And more alarmingly, with the way he’s looking at her – and not looking away – it’s clear that he feels the same, without the years of mutual respect and affection and recent accumulation of physical intimacy to justify the actual smolder he directs her way.

Framework-Fitz walks into Framework-Jemma's diner... And the connection is undeniable. But is lusting for your almost-but-not-really boyfriend infidelity? Inspired by the truly luminous and distracting picture of Framework Fitz.

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[sneakybiskit]

DoctorWard for number 15 on the wordless ILY prompts!!

Of course!!! Sorry for the wait, nonny! We’re mostly moved into our new apartment, so I hope this is worth the wait!

15. Calming them down when they have a bad dream.

Leopold knew there was things in Grant’s past that he didn’t talk about. There was a lot of that in Hydra. Agents had dark spots, things that kept them driven, that motivated them, that Leopold and other superior officers could use to prod at the agents. There were things in Leopold’s own past that he didn’t talk about, the bruises that Grant kissed, the names, the degradation. 

Grant thrashed out in his sleep, and Leopold smoothed his hand over Grant’s shoulder. He wanted to wake Grant but he’d done that once and nearly gotten a fist to the jaw. 

“You’re okay, I’m here if you want to wake up,” he said, rubbing his hand down Grant’s back, between his shoulder blades and down his spine. “I’m here, Grant.”

When Grant finally jerked himself awake, his eyes were wild and his breathing hard.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Leopold said gently. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” Grant croaked. Leopold moved his hand up to cup the side of Grant’s face and brushed his thumb over Grant’s jaw.

“Do you want me to read to you?”

“Please,” Grant said. He shifted into Leopold’s side and let out a shaky breath. “Are you reading anything interesting?”

“Cosmos by Carl Sagan,” Leopold answered.

“Oh, so no.”

“Settle in, Grant. Let me help.”

Leopold started the paragraph he’d been reading over again. He’d read Cosmos before, and was rereading it to comfort himself. He started reading out loud, and hoped that the words would comfort Grant as well. Grant’s breathing evened out, and his muscles relaxed. He didn’t fall asleep right away, but Leopold didn’t need him to. He just wanted to be a harbor for him. 

[50 wordless ways to say I love you]

[sneakybiskit]

Something of a Miracle

Leopold Fitz has a secret, named Lance Hunter, and Madam Hydra doesn't like that.

DoctorHunter

Preview

Something magical happened the second the Doctor took his tie off. In the safety of his rooms, he took off his carefully pristine tie, and the Doctor became Leopold right in front of Hunter’s eyes.

Hunter had been waiting for an hour, but despite being a bastard about punctuality, Leopold always came home late. He stepped into the room, and closed the door behind him with a decisive click, and before he even took off his shoes or set down his briefcase, he took off the tie first.

“Long day?” Hunter asked, flipping the page in the magazine he’d been perusing.

“ If I have to hear my father talk about stocks one more time this week, I might lose it,” Leopold said.

Hunter closed the magazine and set it on the table.

“ And what does Madam Mistress say about stocks ?”

“You know you’re not supposed to talk about her like that.”

“ Considering she puts her hands on and kisses my boyfriend in public, I think I earned the right to disrespect her a little in private.”

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[sneakybiskit]

This is not a negotiation. DoctorWard!!!

Thanks for the ask, nonny!!! This came out super soft, but that’s just expected at this point lol

2. This is not a negotiation.

Leopold knew better than to let anyone get close, knew better than to open his heart and bed to someone. There was something different about Grant Ward, though, something broken and rebuilt, stronger and still somehow vulnerable. He kissed Leopold easily, as if he wasn’t afraid of being found out. He let Leopold be himself, or something he thought might be himself, when they were together.

“Come here,” Grant said, catching Leopold around the waist as he started to leave the bedroom to get ready for the day. Grant certainly wasn’t supposed to stay over, but they’d gotten lost in each other the night before, and Leopold didn’t have the heart, or the desire, to kick him out of bed, so he’d woken up cradled against Grant’s chest, safe and secure. “I should go before the compound wakes up, but I want one more kiss.”

“One more,” Leopold answered, and kissed Grant slow. He held his jaw in his hands, and let himself be drawn in between Grant’s legs. “Mmm, I’ve got to get ready.”

“No, no, come back here.”

“Grant, I have to get ready for work.”

“One more.”

Leopold let out a chuckle, and kissed him gently before he drew away. Or tried to. Grant’s hands held him by his hips. 

“This is not a negotiation,” Leopold said. 

“I can be very persuasive.”

“I know that,” he replied, “but I’m already cutting it close as is. I have to get to the lab before my father shows up. You know that.”

Grant left kisses down his neck like presents. 

“We could always run away. Then I can kiss you however many times I want.”

“We can’t.”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I won’t dream.”

“I have some holiday coming up. We’ll go somewhere, then, okay?”

“Okay,” Grant said, “but for that, I get one more kiss.”

“One more, and then you’re cut off, Agent Ward.”

One more turned into two, turned into three, turned into Grant following Leopold into the shower for four, turned into Grant having to slip out as the compound was starting to wake up with damp hair, but those extra kisses were worth it, and Grant was a master negotiator. 

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[sneakybiskit]

DoctorHunter + 19

I promise this won’t hurt (which sounds like a lie, but you know my soul is with the fluff)

19. Does this shirt make me look hot? 

Hunter was shameless, which Leopold had found out quickly after he’d started staying over. Leopold had moved out of the provided rooms at the compound a few weeks before meeting Hunter, but it was only recently that he’d started letting him stay the night, which was the best decision he’d made. One of Hunter’s habits turned out to be that he did not wear a shirt if he didn’t have to, constantly stripping his clothes off at the slightest provocation. Sometimes, Leopold brought home work to complete and Hunter would strip off his shirt because the apartment was too hot, or he’d spilled sauce on his shirt and had to get it soaking if he didn’t want to stain it.  It was completely impossible that Leopold got any work done with Hunter half naked in his kitchen.

Leopold was laid on the bed one afternoon on his day off, the blankets pulled up to his bare waist. Hunter was dressing, although that seemed like a silly thing to do considering Leopold wanted to peel the clothes off him immediately.  

“Does this shirt make me look hot?” Hunter asked, a grey long-sleeve now covering his bare torso. He modeled it obnoxiously.  

“I don’t know, I definitely prefer you without it,” Leopold replied.

“The clerks at the store might disagree.”

“Don’t go to the store, then. We’ll have one of my assistants go. I want you here,” Leopold said, shifting so he could reach Hunter’s belt loop, towing him backwards. “You’re wearing far too many clothes, Mister Hunter.”

“Unless you want to me fuck you using olive oil next time,” Hunter said, picking up the empty bottle of lube, “you’d better let me go.”

Leopold let out a quiet boo and Hunter leaned in to kiss him.  

“I actually used all of the olive oil, too, so it would be lotion or spit.”

Leopold scrunched his face at that which made Hunter chuckle.  

“Okay, but hurry back. It’s not often I get a whole day alone with you.”

Hunter kissed him again, easing him onto his back, covering him with his body like another blanket.  

“I will.”

“And don’t worry about looking hot, I’ll gladly peel anything off of you when you get home.”

“Home, huh?” Hunter asked.  

“Oh,” Leopold said, and he frowned. Hunter smoothed his thumb over the frown lines on his face.

“Is this my home, Leopold?”  

His voice was quiet, and sincere, not joking or teasing.

“Do you want it to be your home?” Leopold asked in return.

“Yes,” Hunter said. “I do, actually. Notice how I haven’t slept at my own apartment in weeks.”

“Is this too fast?”

“Nothing is too fast when I love you,” Hunter said, kissing the center of his chest. “But if you don’t want that, we don’t have to.”

“I want to,” and his voice was quiet in the silence of the room, their room, this home they were maybe building. “I want you here.”

“Good.” Hunter kissed him again and again, forgetting the store for a little while, lost in each other. It was so easy to get lost in Hunter, to dive in and let himself drown, forgetting everything he was and all of his responsibilities. With Hunter, he was the Doctor. His position at Hydra meant nothing. His connection to Ophelia didn’t matter. Hunter only cared about Leopold as a person, as a man.  

“Wait,” Leopold said, resurfacing. “You said you love me.”

Hunter smirked and God, he couldn’t look at him when his eyes were sparkling like that.

“Yeah,” Hunter said. “I’ve said it before.”

“When I’m sucking you off doesn’t count.”

“Since when?”

“Since always!”

“Well, your mouth isn’t on my cock now. In fact, I’m completely dressed and clear headed. Do you believe me?”

“Tell me again.”

“I love you, Leopold.”

Leopold let out a small, quiet sigh. There was a little voice at the back of his head that sounded not unlike his father, berating him for letting Hunter manipulate him with such sentiments, that Hunter was just trying to use him, gain favor at Hydra, or take them down from the inside.  

Even if that was Hunter’s endgame, Leopold would let him. Because there were so many things about Hunter that Leopold adored. Because Leopold had never felt this way about anyone.  

Hunter took every opportunity to tease Leopold, but never meanly. He was loyal, not exactly to Hydra but to Leopold and that’s all he could ask from him. Hunter made fantastic chili, and loved to share desserts, and always had Leopold’s favorite beer in the fridge. The few times they’d stayed at Hunter’s, which was always riskier, he’d obsessively cleaned his apartment before Leopold came over. He was sweet, and had a quick with, and Leopold had seen him more than once in the fighting ring take an impressive amount of punches. There was nothing about Hunter that Leopold didn’t admire and adore.  

So, when he said, in the stillness of their bedroom, Hunter’s heartbeat steady underneath his palm, “I love you, Lance,” he meant it.  

[Alex’s Dialogue Prompts]