#this is the least tasty reply i have written but honestly he was raised on the colony and then fucking yeeted into space
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canon compliant as of 5x13. Deke’s pretty sure that intelligence is genetic.
He’s beginning to think that being an asshole is, too.
He thinks about it.
Deke thinks about it, and the more he thinks about it the more he thinks that he himself is an asshole. He should’ve let it go when he noticed how quiet they had both become, how Fitz had to tear his gaze from the screen, and how Jemma reacted.
Deke may not know a lot of things, like his own damn IQ, but he knows that people don’t freak out like Fitz did over vacations. Or hotels.
Or maybe they do? He doesn’t know how people from the past behave. But he thinks that he touched upon something he wasn’t supposed to, and whatever it was, it was something huge.
Something terrible.
But he also thinks that Fitz’s an asshole. There’s that, too.
Deke scoffs. Shakes his head, leans back in his seat. Rubs his eyes with his fists. It’s not like being an asshole is genetically inherited. His mom definitely wasn’t an asshole, and neither seems to be Jemma. Maybe Fitz isn’t either, and it’s just Deke who’s the asshole.
He opens his eyes, looks around, and somehow manages to make eye contact with Fitz who’s standing, as always, besides Jemma. Deke smiles, gives a little wave.
Fitz blinks, turns away.
Deke thinks about it some more.
Deke thinks about it, and the more he thinks about it the more he thinks that being an asshole might, after all, be genetic.
He drums his fingers on the desk, and then pushes himself up. Stretches with an audible groan, ignores the pointed look he knows Fitz is giving him and walks away.
He’s decided he doesn’t have anything to lose, but everything to gain.
“Question.”
“No, you cannot eat a Tide Pod.” Daisy answers quickly, stepping off the ladder while holding a bin, turning around to face him.
“I don’t even know what a Tide Pod is.” Deke pauses. “But why not? Are they tasty but fattening?”
Daisy sighs. “Never mind. Do you have one question or, like, a billion?”
“Wow.” He says, placing his hands on his hips, cocking his head to the side. “Well, if you’re going to be rude about it, then, never mind then.”
Deke hasn’t known any of these people for that long, but he knows Daisy well enough to know that she looks like she wants to strangle him, and he knows her well enough to know that she definitely could.
He thinks about it. He thinks about it, and the more he thinks about it the more he knows he’s an asshole.
“I’m sorry,” Deke begins, bringing his arms to his side. “I’m sure you’re really busy. I do want to ask you a question, though. Only one. I promise.”
Daisy shifts her grip on the box, takes a breath like she’s about to say something but then shakes her head. She walks over to a table, sets down the bin and starts taking things out. “Okay then. Shoot.”
Deke follows, wringing his hands. “So, earlier, when the Fitz's were searching for the ship, I asked what the bottom of the ocean was like. They seemed like they already knew about it—”
He watches as Daisy pauses, frozen, staring at the box in front of her. Her fingers curled around some sort of small, plastic container. Deke smiles. He may be an asshole, but at least he’s a smart asshole. Is intelligence genetic? He’ll have to ask.
“—But when I wanted to know more, Fitz totally freaked out on me. Totally uncalled for. So, either something happened, or Fitz is just a dick.”
Daisy places the plastic container down gently, even though her tone is anything but. “First of all, they aren’t ‘the Fitz's’. Don’t call them that. Don’t even call them Mr. and Mrs. Fitzsimmons, either, because Fitz has a PhD and Jemma has two.”
He has no idea what a PhD is. He doesn’t ask.
“Second of all,” Daisy takes a deep breath and then looks up at him. “Don’t call Fitz a dick. You don’t have a clue what he’s been through. What they’ve been through, what we’ve all been through—”
“—Yes, yes. We’ve all been through something.” Deke interjects. “So, tell me. What happened to them?”
Daisy bites her lip, shakes her head. Turns back to the box and reaches in, pulls out a bigger container. “It’s… its not my story to tell.”
He throws his hands into the air. Grunts out between clenched teeth a thank you, although he doesn’t mean it. He begins to walk away.
“Deke.”
He looks back at her, and she’s looking back at him, too.
“If you want to know, you should ask.”
He thinks about it. He thinks about it, and the more he thinks about it the more he decides to ask Jemma. It was quite an easy decision to make, actually. Honestly, it wasn’t even a decision to make at all. And he walks throughout the Lighthouse, searching for her.
But because the universe is apparently a bigger asshole, he finds himself finding Fitz first.
Okay, he doesn’t find him at all.
Thump.
“Hey, watch where you’re going!”
Deke manages to smile, or at least as close to a smile as he can get. “Sorry. Didn’t see you there, Gramps.”
(Deke is an asshole, after all.)
Fitz glares. Brushes off his sweater, as if colliding with Deke made his clothes dirty. He places his hands on his hips, cocks his head to the side.
“Well? You’re in my way.”
Deke steps aside, grandly gestures with his arms a pathway. Fitz keeps glaring, walks through.
Deke smiles brightly back at him.
He watches Fitz go down the hall, turning left into the kitchen. And then he thinks about it. Really, really thinks about it.
“Dick,” he calls himself under his breath.
And he runs after his asshole grandfather.
The kitchen is empty except for the both of them.
“Fitz?” Deke asks.
He doesn’t answer. Keeps his head in the opened refrigerator, hand on the handle. Deke notices that his knuckles are flushed with red.
“I want to apologize for the other day, to you and Jemma.”
Fitz looks at him, eyebrows raised. Deke clears his throat.
“I was a bit rude, without meaning to be. I pressed when I shouldn’t have, and that was my mistake.”
Fitz shuts the fridge. “Oh. Um, well. Thanks for the apology, I guess.”
They stare at each other.
Deke clears his throat, again. “You don’t have to tell me what happened. You don’t owe me an explanation.”
“I didn’t think I did.” Fitz all but snarls.
Deke raises his hands in front, makes his eyes wide. “Calm down, dude. I’m just saying that you don’t have to tell me anything. That’s all.”
He quickly turns around and leaves.
He’s lying on the couch, trying to figure out this thing Daisy gave him. It’s called a Rubik’s Cube.
Deke’s only had it for about ten minutes, and already he’s deciding whether to chuck it against the wall, set it on fire, or both, when they appear in front of him.
He sits up. Watches as Fitz looks down, wringing his hands. Watches as Jemma smiles.
“Fitz told me about your apology,” she says. “It was very kind of you.”
“Uh,” he replies. “You’re welcome.”
They’re all quiet. He’s staring at them, and they’re staring at him. He thinks about it, and he doesn’t know what to do.
Jemma walks over to a couple of chairs, brings them over. Fitz remains still.
They both sit down, and they tell him their story.
Fitz begins, telling him about their friend Ward, who wasn’t really their friend at all. Jemma tells him about how they sank to the bottom of the ocean, how they were going to die.
Jemma tells him, taking deep breaths, taking Fitz’s trembling hand in her own trembling hand, how there was only enough oxygen for one of them.
Fitz tells him, voice low and laced with memory, how Jemma couldn’t let him go, how she held onto him and held on tight, and swam to the surface.
Then they both tell him about brain injuries and heartache. Blue planets and heartbreak. Love and robots and mad scientists and virtual worlds.
The future.
When they finish, they look at one another, wipe away each other’s tears, and forget that they’re not alone.
Deke’s an asshole, but he’s not heartless. He swallows the lump in his throat, blinks back some of his own tears, and waits for them to remember him.
“Thank you for telling me,” he says softly. “You didn’t need to do that.”
Fitz shrugs. Jemma nods.
And they stand up and walk away without uttering another word.
(what more could they say?)
He thinks about it.
He thinks about it, and the more he thinks about it the more he thinks that he’s really an asshole. But he’s also smart. Helpful. Understanding. And just as they were so quick to judge him, he was quick to judge them, too. There’s more to a person than what’s written in their code, the places and experiences they’ve lived.
He thinks that, maybe, he’s not just an asshole.
He hopes they feel the same.
#thefitzsimmonsnetwork#aosficnet2#fitzsimmons#aos spoilers#leo fitz#jemma simmons#deke shaw#my fics#aos#daisy johnson
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Bad for Me Ch. 13: Boys’ Night Out
Word count: 1606
Pairings: Nyx x OC (Eve Leonis)
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The day arrived as bright and sunny in Insomnia. Nyx didn’t rush with leaving the comfort of his bedsheets. He and Eve had arrived to the capital the day before, and they were to report to the captain in the morning. Their car ride home had been mostly filled with dictating their reports to each other, depending on which one of them was driving. Eve had been grumpy about Nyx’s lax attitude towards the report making, as he had been trying to just get over with it soon so they could have discussed something more interesting.
Nyx lay calmly on the bed, because he knew that after a several days of out on a mission, Drautos would cut them some slack. Nyx browsed his cellphone while sleepily thinking whether Eve had already reported in. He was already unexplainably anxious to see her, and they had parted less than a day ago.
“Uh, better get up before its noon,” Nyx said aloud, groaning.
After clothes, coffee and small breakfast on the go, Nyx arrived at the Kingsglaive headquarters. He made his way to the captain’s office hoping that he could just leave his report on his desk and scoot.
For once he was lucky. He just missed Drautos, who stormed away, not even looking at his general direction. Nyx dumped the report sheet on the desk and went off to find Libertus first in order to let him know that he was back.
“Hey Nyx! How’d it go?” Libertus greeted him. They bumped fists, both grinning.
“Business as usual,” Nyx replied and searched the area around them with his vision, “Hey listen, have you seen Leonis around today?” He tried to sound as casual as possible despite his restless heart, but the forced tone made Libertus only more suspicious.
“Yeah sure, I think she went to the shooting range,” Libertus said lifting his brows in a questioning manner.
“Thanks, there’s something I need to–“ Nyx turned, about to leave.
“Seriously? This feels like a déjà-vu,” Libertus said slightly annoyed, making him stop.
“Sorry man,” Nyx spread his arms in showing that nothing could be done about it, “I’ll catch you later!”
“You owe me an explanation! And a drink!” Libertus yelled after him. Nyx’s odd behavior made a knowing smile tug at his corners. “He’s in deep,” he muttered by himself and shook his head.
Nyx walked over to the shooting range, frantically thinking about what to say.
‘Did you report in yet? Nah, of course she did. She was here before me. Did you sleep well? Well who wouldn’t in their own bed after a night in a tent.’ The area was undeniably approaching as his heart beat was picking up. ‘How are your injuries? Okay that’s a good one.’ He fitted a casual smile on his face as best as he could while ignoring his loudly thumping heart.
Nyx opened the door and looked around to find a glimpse of the familiar dark blonde hair. There was noise from only one gun being fired and the creaking of the moving practice targets. Seemed like they were alone and it only made Nyx more nervous.
‘Oh, by Shiva’s tasty sideboob, calm down man. It’s the same Eve as for the last few days in the car with you.’
He began walking over to Eve, who had ear protectors on her head and thus couldn’t hear his footsteps. She was concentrated on the targets, holding a mid-sized pistol with both of her hands. Nyx approached slowly, trying to make sure he wouldn’t startle her. It gave him conveniently time to take in her figure.
Eve’s hair was on a long ponytail, almost reaching her waist. A straight, focused expression was coated on her features. She blinked quickly every time she fired the gun. The tight Kingsglaive uniform hugged her curves and Nyx admired the sight with a yearning exhale. He was still amazed to think that that form had been once his to explore and appreciate.
“Hello? Eos to Ulric?” Eve was hooting, “Did you need something?”
Nyx cleared his throat and averted his eyes back up to Eve’s face. She frowned upon seeing the motion. ‘Did he come here just to stare at my butt?’
“Uh,” was all Nyx could say and mentally face-palm. ‘Nice! That’s a real conversation opener.’
“Are you okay?” Eve asked and laid the gun on the counter.
“Are you?” Nyx said and Eve looked at him suspicious, “I mean how your injuries are?”
“Ah, they are fine. I’m almost healed. The captain told me to take it slow for a few days,” she said.
“Okay, that’s good,” Nyx said and managed to pull a smile.
“No, that’s too bad actually,” Eve flashed a grin in response which made Nyx’s heart jump, “I was waiting for that sparring match with you, hero.”
“I’ll make a reservation for you then.”
Eve didn’t say anything, but smiled enigmatically.
“You do that, Nyx.” Eve laid her hand on his chest for a second, before turning back to the shooting range.
‘Would anyone notice if I backed her against the wall and–‘
“Okay, well I’ll leave you to it then,” Nyx said collecting his thoughts, “Bye.”
“Uh, sure. Bye,” Eve said taking a glance after him and biting her lip.
Libertus closed his apartment’s door behind them and went straight to the fridge. Nyx flopped on to the small couch.
”Did you know she used to guard the crown prince?” Nyx said continuing their ongoing conversation.
“What? Really?” Libertus asked surprised from the kitchen.
“Yup, she told me about that when we were driving home. It was a real hush-hush arrangement. Apparently even the prince didn’t know about it at first,” Nyx explained.
“Huh, but when? She must be younger than us.” Libertus opened a couple of beers and passed one to his friend. Then he grabbed the remote and opened the television.
“At school.” They clinked the bottles in cheers and drank.
“You’re joking,” Libertus said lifting the bottle from his lips and slumped on the armchair.
“Nope, she guarded the prince at school while she was still in training,” Nyx said staring at the screen.
“So that’s why she didn’t train at the HQ,” Libertus said looking at him.
“From what I gathered, the prince found out about it at some point.”
“Then what?”
Nyx shrugged. “Nothing, I guess. She kept the job at least.”
“Huh…” Libertus mumbled, deep in thought.
“Do you think they, uh, you know, became friends or something? I mean, shouldn’t she have been kicked out for blowing her cover?” Nyx asked and frowned, thinking: ‘or something else than friends?’ He had seen the crown prince and was pretty sure that he had no shortage of ladies with those looks.
“Like what? The prince told the king not to fire her? Nah,” Libertus shifted into a more comfortable position, “Being the Commander’s kid must have some benefits.”
“I guess you’re right,” Nyx commented and turned his attention back to the television.
“Why didn’t you just ask her if it bothers you?” Libertus spread his arms in confusion.
“It doesn’t bother me.”
“Oh right, of course it doesn’t. My bad,” he grinned. Nyx sighed forcefully.
“Okay it bothers me. Happy now?” he said.
“I’ll be happy when you remove your head from your ass and start doing something for the sake of your happiness,” Libertus scoffed.
Nyx didn’t have time to answer when his cellphone beeped, dragging his attention away from the conversation.
“It’s Crowe,” he said and opened the text, “She is asking us to the club… She is with Eve.”
“Well, why haven’t you gone already then?” Libertus was joking, but Nyx didn’t catch that.
“I don’t think I should,” Nyx said slowly and put his phone away.
“Can’t say I don’t agree. I mean, considering what happened the last time,” Libertus said.
The last time was the one reason why Nyx honestly wanted to go.
“Nyx…” Libertus sighed noticing his thoughtful expression, “I’ll ask one more time: What happened in Duscae?”
“Nothing. Nothing happened in Duscae, Libertus,” he replied.
“Okay, that’s good cause you don’t want to get caught in that shitstorm.”
“What do you mean?” Nyx turned to look at Libertus in bemusement.
“Really, Nyx? You are both glaives. You know what the return rate from the front lines is. And on top of that, her old man is the commander of the Crownsguard,” Libertus said.
‘He is right. For us to be together, one of us would have to quit. And I couldn’t do it, or ask her to do that.’
“Yeah I know that, Libertus,” Nyx said quietly.
There was moment of silence between the two men while bottles were emptied and the television cast its blue hue in the room. Nyx’s phone beeped again.
“It’s Crowe agai–“ Nyx’s jaw dropped seeing the contents of the message. Crowe had sent him a photo of Eve. Her blue, skin tight dress was glimmering in competition with her laughing smile under the colorful lights of the nightclub. She looked stunning. On the image was written:
“It’s not like we are short on male attention!”
It was just like Crowe to pull something like this on Nyx, but it made him wonder in anxiety what Eve had told her about the past events.
“What is it? Show me,” Libertus reached to take the phone from Nyx. He looked at the photo in confusion. Seconds passed. “Does Crowe know?” he asked raising his eyebrows and returned the phone.
“I don’t think so, but I think I need to go find out just in case,” Nyx smirked.
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