#ft;fitz

[aggierobshaw]

Aggie ➡️Fitzy

[Aggie]: Please tell me you're not listening to the radio, right now.

@angstfactory ft;fitz

[pennyhart]

Call: Avalon Malibu → Fitzroy Duncombe

*Ringing, and then the moment he picks up:* Penny: *SCREECHING* YOU GOT ME A STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!!!! @angstfactory ft; Fitz

[erusso]

Valentine's Day 2026 | Fitz & Elio

Hundreds of pressed flowers

A handwritten letter

An unsent Carroll, CA postcard

A pair of hand-painted golden rings

My hair was short and my eyes were wild when we met. Under those bright stars during that summer in France. Even though I bared me teeth, you took my hand. You saved me and now I'm cursed to miss you longer than I've known you. Per sempre, Fitzroy.

[aggierobshaw]

Who: @angstfactory ft; fitz Where: Parking 1 block from carnival grounds.

Fiddling with her hearing aides as he came around his car to her side, Aggie, found herself suddenly awash with nerves that threatened to overwhelm her. The realization of just how real it was that she was going to have to stand before his parents and withstand that sort of scrutiny was cowing. "I just... You're sure I can do this?"

Most times if something meant this level of nerves, she'd just not do it, find a way out of it, but this was too important and she was utterly unable to move from where her feet were glued to the ground as anxiety took hold. "Promise you won't let go of my hand for anything?" That very hand joining it's partner in signing her words, a nervous habit.

[aggierobshaw]

@angstfactory ft; Fitz. Duncombe Manor, Port Carroll. March 1st

Now free from her cast and much better able to move around, though she still needed the brace for anything more than just moving around the house, Aggie had hardly been able to sit still. What she could do, though, was dig out the shoebox from beneath her bed, one decorated in Toole and scraps of fabrics stolen off her performance dresses. Stashed inside were piles of letters, fluid, elegant writing scrawled across the front of time worn envelopes, bundles tied with ribbon from old pointe shoes.

For years they'd sent their letters back and forth, attempting to put prose each other, playfully wording everything like distance separated Victorians. A game she'd cherished for all the thoughts and feelings they still contained despite the playfulness of it. The more she'd read through them, gaze now trained on experience and emotion and not blinded by her own self doubt, it made everything more murky yet. Made everything make even less sense.

He hadn't admitted or denied anything but the fact that he had to marry Ingrid. Had so much as admitted he was never in love with her. That cut off wish he'd refused himself ringing like bells in her ear.

Maybe that was why she found herself there, outside the manor, heart hammering behind the box hugged to her chest. This was now or never and she'd make him tell her everything and then she could move on without loose ends or confusing or regrets. Maybe that was why she'd found herself lead through to sitting room off his quarters, a progress slowed by her brace and cape.

Knowing he was due home any minute and wanting to make sure she at least looked her best, Aggie slipped off her brace and then headed for the bathroom, box left behind as she went to get a drink to wash the dryness of nerves out of her mouth. It was as she was looking in the mirror that she realized what a mess her hair was, follicules still unused to being parted that way. Opening up a drawer and expected to find a brush, or other items for grooming, but what she found herself faced with was a myriad of medicine bottles.

[aggierobshaw]

Aggie -> Fitz

Aggie: I named him Royfitz. Aggie: Thank you @angstfactory

[aggierobshaw]

Who: @angstfactory Where: Carroll Medical Center

The wait had been excruciatingly long, though thankfully someone had rebandaged Fitz's cut while they waited. Both were a little worse for the wear, dirty, any exposed skin covered in scrapes from flying shrapnel, and Agnes pale from her stomach purging whatever was inside itself several times since they arrived. Head resting on his shoulder, she was pretty sure they'd both dozed off before the nurse had called their names to lead them to a room, finally. Thankfully together say Agnes had revealed her pregnant status.

Immediate needs taken care of with wounds cleaned, stitched, and bandaged as needed, she'd finally just started to really breathe before she'd noticed them roll in an ultrasound machine. Hands flying to get stomach and eyes glancing to Fitz wide her panicked, the technician will her head, quick to placate the couple. "It's just to have a look and make sure everything is as okay as it seems right now. Cover all our bases, right?" It didn't even occur to her that it might get back to Ruth that she was pregnant, even as she wished her friend was the one treating them. "Okay..." But her trepidation was obvious.

[aggierobshaw]

Hawkins Reception Day

Drabble ft; Fitz @angstfactory

"Come on...." Carefully manoeuvring the bags out the back, one regular and one garment, Aggie used her hip to close the door to her little two door Sunfire, and turned to head for the door. She'd hardly even gotten foot on the step before it'd opened for her, and she didn't have to see to know who was there. "Oh thank you, Chauncey." Her appreciation was audible as she stepped through so the butler could close the door behind her. "Can you please take this?" She hadn't really gotten the best grip on everything, but the lack of brace and cane was already helpful, even if she felt the tiniest bit wobbly. "Oh my goodness, thank you." Adjusting her hold on the bag with his accessories, Aggie took the garment bag back from him with a little smile. "Got it."

As Chauncey went off to alert Fitz to her presence, she made sure nothing was wrinkled in the bag, sent off a few texts to the Quad group chat, and chatted with a couple of the Maids, giving them a little peak at his suit jacket. She was absolutely buzzing to show it to him, sure he was going to love it.

"Lord Fitzroy requests-" "That I wait in his chambers, I know." She'd only really waited around to give the sweet aging butler a chance to do his job properly, well aware he was just as much a stickler for traditions and formality as his employers were. "Can you bring me a glass of ice water there please, Chauncey, I'm parched. Thank you in advance!" Leaving him with a smile, Aggie hauled her armful of goodies through the familiar hallways of the manor to Fitz's even more familiar suite. There, on his bed laid out was the most beautiful outfit, her gasp so loud even the rustling of her putting her things down was overpower by it. "Oh... Fitz." He'd put in very real effort, that much was obvious, and the look was as perfect a blend of his and her styles, like his own but at the other end of the spectrum.

Running over fingers over the pretty appliques on the skirt, she smiled to herself for a moment, before she started to unpack everything she'd brought, laying it all out on the bed for him just as he'd done for her. Now, when he came into the room, he'd get to have the same moment of awe (hopefully) that she'd had. Standing back once she was all done, Aggie pulled out her phone to take a picture of the two outfits side by side, before gathering up everything he'd laid out for her and heading into his dressing room to change.

It took a few minutes of practice on the heels before she felt comfortable enough to take a few real steps, testing her knee and deciding that maybe she'd have to grab her cane from the car just to have on hand in case, but it wasn't all that bad at all. The heels weren't too tall, and she'd have him to lean on and chairs to sit on. By the time she was tying the bow string her ponytail and putting the finishing touches on her makeup she realized just how long Fitz had kept her waiting. Coming from the bathroom nothing had been moved, the air in the room still and undisturbed. Still?

Giving a tiny adjustment to the sleeve it the laid out coat on the bed, she turned and headed out into the hallway to try and find him, never truly comfortable with calling on the butler still. It was strange walking through the hallways of the manor alone, used to being accompanied by Fitz of one of the staff and really only spending time in his rooms, but the sound of voices drew her.

"She's pregnant?!"

The words stopped her dead in her tracks and slammed her heart so firmly in the pit of her stomach she almost choked on it. The door to one of the rooms off the hallway was cracked open just enough to let her a sliver of a view, and she shifted to try and get as much of one as possible. Fitz.. she'd recognize the back of his head anywhere... and his parents and ...someone else she couldn't see besides a hint of elbow.

None of the anger she'd expected at that news materialized, and instead there was... laughter? Oh the relief that flooded through her, knowing that his parents might not only approve, but be happy about it. Their lowered voices were harder to hear past tone, especially for her implant, and she was too nervous to creep right up to the door. At least they were hugging.

And then they weren't. And it seemed to be Fitz that was upset, but she couldn't hear anything clear enough that it didn't sound vaguely like gibberish.

"... her being after our wealth!" Oh she heard that as Fitz's voice grew in volume, the words knocking the relief away and taking her breath with it for a moment. She'd been worried they'd think that, had known there was no way they couldn't on some level, but the for sure knowledge she was right was devastating. The volume of their voices fell again, but his parents looked cautiously happy, and though she could see his face she could read Fitz's posture, and it was tense, to say the least.

Curiousity had her creeping one step, two steps closer, until-

"I don't want to marry her!"

Those words hit her like a physical blow, knocking her literally onto her back foot as she retreated from the door. It didn't matter what else they were saying, his voice saying those words played over and over, and it took everything she had to hold herself together. She hadn't asked him to marry her, hadn't expected him to, but she'd never question that he wanted to if it came down to it.

Turning on her toe, she scurried back to his suites, a hand on the railing compensating for still weakened joints as she stayed as much off her heels as possible. Straight through to the bathroom she went, standing in front of his mirror, breathing hard in a striking recreation of the night she'd found out he was sick. This time, she had the moments to compose herself. They had too many people to face, too many counting on them, and she refused to let any of this ruin anything. There was no time to talk it out, to address it. They were expected at Ashton's in less than an hour.

Thus, when he returned to the room, looking flushed and a little harried, she pretended not to notice, and just offered him a soft smile as she came over to present to him his outfit like nothing was wrong. "Surprise."