So I’ve been totally MIA due to real life things like work (12 hour days, 6 days a week kind of situation) but when ever I’ve gotten a chance I’ve been working on a fic inspired by @mintchocolate’s AU gif set (gorgeous work by the way.) I won’t put it up until I’ve completed the story, but I thought I’d put up a sneak peek, snippets from here and there of what I’ve written so far, to see what you guys think and if I should bother continuing.
*Edit-so I noticed a ton of mistakes after I posted this, and for that I apologize. This is my first draft, and I should’ve known better and perfected as much as possible before sharing. I’m Sorry.
Untitled for now- An Olitz AU
He heard the explosion before he felt it or saw it. Felt the impact of the force as it pushed him to the ground with several other men in his platoon. That awareness that occurs when you feel your bones shattering, or a piece of mental cutting through flesh are things that he’ll carry with him for the rest of his life. But out of that horrific experience came something so divine, and he swore that it was god’s hand at work. He didn’t remember much past the battle fields, but when he awoke his eyes looked around at the white ceilings, from his peripheral he could see the white curtains being held up by metal bars. He had a splitting headache but he was warm, he tried to move his legs and when he felt them move he sighed in relief, but most importantly he wasn’t dead, yet.
“Oh good you’re up.”
The softness of her voice, the feel of her cold hand on his forehead felt calming, he turned his head ever so slowly to look at the nurse he assumed attending to his injuries. Injuries he had no idea the extend of. When he first laid eyes on her it was as if he awoke from a dream, not the literal sleep he assumed he’d been in for who knows how many days but more a metaphorical one. Just looking at her in this exact moment he felt as if this woman would be important in his life somehow. A fog had lifted and for a moment he didn’t care about the circumstances that brought him to this moment, all he knew was he felt grateful. Which puzzled him further.
There was something about Olivia Pope that he was instantly drawn to, from the moment he laid eyes on her to the moment she opened those luscious full lips of her to speak to him. The way her skin seem to always glow, as if her whole being was incased in a heavenly halo. From her dark eyes to the midnight of her hair, everything about her face called to his very soul. Even in the sterile white uniform she wore most days there was something luscious about her. As if within her she held all the secrets of the universe. He found that most mornings when she was simply just telling him the outline of the diagnosis the doctor has prescribed for him, all he could think of was how her voice soothed him like a lullaby.
His favorite times were when she would sit by his bed and read to him, her voice playing the roles of each character perfectly. It was as if she herself was the heroin charging forward into some battle, rather than the damsel in distress. She was the gladiator instead of the princess. She was Gatsby instead of Daisy. He found himself watch her, watch the way her eyes lit when she read something she particularly enjoyed, the way her lips curved, the way she spoke with her hands without notice. She was mild mannered but behind her calm tightly controlled exterior, he saw a hurricane of passion and he wanted to unleash that storm.
He wondered what Big Jerry would say if he told him that he met the most beautiful woman, and that woman’s name was Olivia Pope. He wondered how Big Jerry would smile and clap him on the back, finally calling him a man before pouring him a neat scotch, on the good days that’s what Fitz imagined he’d do and not question him about where Olivia was from, how much money her family had or what their social status was, and he wouldn’t ask if the woman he was falling in love with was black or white, because there would be no discussions about that topic. On the days Fitz thought clearly, the bad days or reality as he knew it to be was something that turned his stomach.
