#kotlc shayda

[the-way-astray]

does shannon know how schools or teenage girls work

[steal-nightmares-leave-dreams]

what if glimmer was shayda adel

[garbussy]

CHARACTER STATISTICS

disorder(s): [inattentive type] adhd & dyslexia

date of birth & age: may 26, 14

character name: shayda adel

gender & pronouns: demigirl, they/she

place of birth: orin jay’s hospital, atlantis

occupation: student, they want to be an astronomer

sexuality: lesbian oriented aroace and queer

nationality: indian

religion: muslim, she’s a hijabi

CHARACTER BIO

shayda adel was born on may 26, and is fourteen years old. she lives with her two moms and little brother. shayda loves the stars, and goes stargazing almost every night. shayda can become overstimulated really easily.

they love to go swimming, and their grades are honestly not great. other than ‘the universe’ she doesn’t like other classes, especially math & reading. she also has dyslexia and (inattentive) adhd.

CHARACTER RELATIONSHIPS

shayda doesn’t have a s/o, and is a lesbian oriented aroace who considers herself queer, and part of the queer community. she does, however, want a qpr. shayda loves her family, and would do anything for their moms and brother.

CHARACTER APPEARANCE

shayda is about 5’3, and has beautiful brown eyes that are so dark they blend in with her pupil. they’re fat, and beautiful. she’s proud of her body, and doesn‘t see anything to be ashamed of. she has acne, and again, doesn’t have anything to be ashamed of. shayda wears a hijab as well.

[1smolbean]

*sips salad dressing from a water bottle* every day I wonder what happened to that one girl that made fun of Ro and got her leg broken because of it

[squishmallow36]

Good Evening, My People up in the Chandeliers

Word count: 4.8k

Tw: Swearing, alcohol mention

(It's called Fitz is angry and I didn't feel like censoring him)

Kotlc AU where Sophie's either living in elfland or living with humans I have no clue but Fitz is a Foxfire valedictorian and Dex inevitably creates a trap remix of his speech.

Credit for the AU goes to @synonymroll648

On AO3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/36400201 hopefully the link works) or below the cut

Fitz fidgets with his sleeve, waiting off to the side of the crystalline stage as Magnate Leto drones on for an extraordinarily long amount of time about his hopes and dreams for the graduating class’s future before finally saying, “Now that I’ve kept you long enough, I would like to introduce someone who needs no introduction, the top of your class, Fitz Vacker.”

Magnate Leto steps aside as Fitz climbs up the stairs to take his place at the podium without tripping over any of the cords nobody bothered to tape down.

Magnate Leto departs the stage on the opposite side, walking around the back while Fitz pulls out a thick stack of index cards and takes a breath.

“Good evening, my fellow graduates. Over our last six years here at Foxfire, we have learned a lot. Sir Harding taught us how to levitate, or, more accurately, fall from mildly concerning heights. Lady Galvin taught us how to turn a rose into iron. And how to do it very wrong. And Dame Alina taught us how to avoid getting in trouble when we skip class or melt a table.”

Fitz pauses, smiling. He’s trying to strike a balance between formal and entertaining, but a few illegible bullet points makes that a bit more difficult than usual.

He continues, “All of this knowledge will no doubt be valuable as we go forward in life. But I think that the most important thing that we have learned over the last six years is how to fake it until you make it.”

He sat for over an hour trying to come up with something important enough to tell everyone in his graduating class. This was the best he could do.

“Over the next few minutes, I’d like to talk about what we’ve learned, the people we have to thank, and the people we have to remember. I told you that the most important thing that we learned was how to fake it until you make it.”

He takes a short pause for dramatic effect and fixes his eyes on the index cards.

“Let me give you just a couple of examples of what I’m talking about. I remember about a little more than a year and a half ago, Keefe decided to do his homework during lunch. It worked for a solid week until he got detention and it started a chain reaction of more detention that ended up breaking the school record. The one time he actually went to class, he got detention. It was great. But I don’t think there’s anyone in here who hasn’t forgotten some homework and had to do it at lunch. I know I have.” Fitz smiles.

“More recently, all of our Elvin History teachers decided to gang up on us earlier this year and we all had to write up speeches. Well, at least everyone I knew was complaining about it. The best part was that on the day of Rissa’s presentation, she just showed up and rambled about nothing for a solid class period because she didn’t feel like writing it down. After that, I’ve tried desperately to reduce the number of bullet points I use per presentation. It hasn’t worked. I’m reading this almost verbatim except for the incoherent scribbles from midnight last night when I actually wrote this whole thing down. And then, I heard this after like seven different people, so I’m sorry if it’s inaccurate. Once, Shayda tried to organize a rebellion with Siofra and a few others where they wanted to ban homework by refusing to do it. I wish it had worked.”

He takes his stack of index cards and lines them all up again against the podium.

“Next, I’d like to take a moment on behalf of myself and my fellow graduates to thank the people that have brought us here. Everyone here has different people in their lives, but I’d like to thank some of you that stood out most to me. First, I would like to thank my Mum, Della, who taught me how to stress bake. It’s gotten me through many exams when my eyes just couldn’t read History anymore. Next, I would like to thank my Dad--”

His voice cracks.

“--Alden for being the best role model anyone could ever ask for, showing me what it means to be an Emissary. Now, I would like to thank Keefe, my best friend, for teaching me all of the things I probably shouldn’t have learned, like how to get away with not doing my homework and prank people like my life depends on it. I’d also like to thank my sistaer Biana because ae kept me sane this past year. Although I’m not entirely sure how. I had to ask out, like, four different girls for aer. This term. Finally, I’d like to thank my brother Alvar, who was Keefe’s biggest role model and kept him sort of under control.”

Fitz smiles and takes a breath.

“Finally, I’d like to take a moment to remember our classmates and teachers who can’t be with us today. It wouldn’t be right to start with anyone but my father, Alden, whose mind broke earlier this year, as I’m sure you’ve all heard by now. He is exactly who I aspire to be someday.  I also apologize if I’ve been a little short with anyone recently. I don’t know all of you personally, but I know I’m not the only one who has lost a friend or family member during our time here. Regardless, we all miss Sir Astin. I didn’t have him as one of my Universe mentors, but Biana’s told me about his tendency to forget to assign homework. In addition to that, while they weren’t part of our school, I must mention our beloved Councillor Kenric Fathdon and Fintan Pyren. I’m sure you all remember the fire that burned down half of Eternalia. Finally, unless I’ve talked long enough for anything to change, Keefe is still in the Healing Centre.”

Fitz’s eyes find Elwin in the crowd, and his face falls subtly when there’s no good news. “I haven’t got a clue what’s happened, but he’s been in a coma since the beginning of the school year. If that hasn’t already gotten into the rumour mill, now it’ll be.”

He cringes slightly, knowing that it sounds like he wrote it late last night and just wanted it done, but recovers, saying, “So now we’re Foxfire graduates. And soon we’re going to be signing each others’ yearbooks and saying goodbye. Some of you will be continuing with me to the Elite levels. A few of you already have jobs lined up. At least one of you is planning on starting a restaurant, and I expect an invite when you open. Your Mum’s umber leaf soup is magnificent. A portion of you have no idea what you’ll be doing with your lives. What’s certain is that there will be hugs and tears. We’ll do our best to stay in touch. But we’ll be living our lives and doing our best.”

He flips over the last index card and concludes, “As a final thought going forward, I’d like to leave you with a quote from Keefe, who somehow always knows what to say. Especially when you want him to stop talking. He said, ‘Our family doesn’t decide who we are. Believe me, it drives my parents crazy.  And sometimes that’s the only thought that gets me through the day.’ These are our lives now, to do what we choose. Don’t forget that, and if you feel overwhelmed, just fake it until you make it. If Keefe’s taught me anything, most things take ninety percent less effort than it should. Thank you all.”

Magnate Leto starts climbing up the stairs as Fitz finishes his speech, and leads the school in a round of applause.

Fitz leaves the stage without a cue, and Magnate Leto makes a few final remarks before releasing everyone as graduates. The graduating class used to throw their caps in the air, but during the time of Dame Alina, everyone started throwing them at the principal.

Needless to say, no caps were allowed the next year.

Fitz takes a breath when he realizes he’s searching the shifting crowd for Keefe’s blond curls. It’s not like he’d have come willingly but the fact that he can’t be here still...there are no words.

Fitz’s blood boils, hands curling into useless fists. He knows there’s nothing he can do, and that’s the problem. There’s nothing he can do.

Everything was supposed to follow the script, but it all took a sharp left when Keefe fell into that coma.

He wishes he knew what happened, but it’s not as though Keefe can tell him, and Elwin has as much information as everyone else. Zero.

Fitz’s thoughts are interrupted by Biana trying to tackle him from behind, and he’s spent enough time playing bramble that he knows who it is immediately. And that there’s no fighting against aer.

Ae gets down after a second of hanging on to him, and says, “Nice job up there, Fitzipoo.”

“It wasn’t too depressing?”

“Yes, but you didn’t fall off the stage.”

“That was your criterion?”

“Yep. Come on, Mum’s made ripplefluffs for you and I don’t wanna wait any longer.”

“Like a Vanisher couldn’t have sneaked one.”

“She counted them.”

“I don’t know. It seems like you’ve not tried hard enough. Perhaps you just didn’t want to bother with creating a master plan. Or you didn’t want to be a bloody tosser for once.”

“You’re really trying to make me regret my life decisions, aren’t you?”

“That’s the hope.”

Around a week later, Fitz knocks his head on the wall he shares with Biana’s room. All these bedrooms in this place, and ae had to choose the one next to him.

“Biana!”

“What?” comes Biana’s answer.

“Why did you just send me this?”

By ‘this’, he means a recording of his valedictorian speech, remixed with a trap beat in the background.

“You haven’t seen it yet?”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“Well, you’re welcome.”

He can feel his blood pressure start to rise in frustration.

“Do you know who made this?”

“No.”

Something about the tone makes Fitz think that Biana’s not being exactly forthcoming with what ae knows.

“Can you tell me anything at all? Maybe like who sent it to you, for starters.”

“I could…”

He lets his hopes get up for just a moment.

“...but what will you give me in return?”

And there they plummet once again.

He sighs. “What do you want?” He pauses before hastily adding, “Within reason.”

“So many things. But what will I ask you for this time?” Biana pauses, thinking for just a second as Fitz waits for his punishment. “I know! You’re gonna find out if Marella likes me.”

“Says the Vanisher.”

“Yes but I won’t have to do it.”

“And you want me to break the rules of telepathy because you have yet another crush.”

“I don’t care how you get an answer. That’s your problem.”

“Fine. I’ll just go up and ask her the next time I see her. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve done this for you.”

“Again, that’s your problem.”

“Just give me an answer. Please.” Fitz begs.

“Marella sent it to me. That’s all I know. It’s highly likely she knows more.”

“I wonder why you asked me about her,” Fitz asks sarcastically, already pulling out his Imparter to text Marella.

Hey, do you know who created the remix of my speech?

Yeah, quickly comes her reply.

Are you willing to tell me or will this require bribery? he asks.

Well now that you mention it...

He rolls his eyes. What do you want?

She takes a second to consider before replying, Does your sistaer have a gf?

Ae literally just fucking asked me to find out if you liked aer to know who sent aer the video. Please for the love of stars if you go out with aer let it be longer than two dates.

So you think ae’d be willing?

Fitz knocks his head on the wall once again. “Biana! You’re going out with Marella. Text her to figure out when and where. I’m not going to be your messenger pigeon.”

He can hear squealing through the wall, and not for the first time.

Biana’ll be texting you soon so I’m going to ask now before the gay takes over. Who made the trap remix?

That was Dex.

Who?

You know, Dizznee.

That doesn’t help.

The Bad Match with the triplet siblings?

Oh. Yeah. Okay.

She pauses for a second. Thx for being the unwilling mediator between two lesbians.

Biana technically uses bi lesbian. Ae gets very defensive about that.

Oop sorry.

Be careful. I don’t want to clean up yet another breakup.

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

It’s not you. It’s this term’s track record. The odds aren’t exactly in your favour.

Marella doesn’t respond, and Fitz assumes Biana’s pulled aerself together just enough to send her a text.

Fitz shrugs and starts marching down to the Leapmaster to find that bloody git Dex Dizznee.

Standing outside Slurps and Burps, Fitz clenches his teeth, trying to rein in his anger before he accidentally breaks something.

He tries to take in a shaky breath before swinging open the door, ready to ask whoever is at the register where he can find Dex.

He realizes then that it might have been helpful to ask Marella for a description, but at this point, it’s too late.

Fitz’s gaze falls on the smiling boy behind the counter, maybe a little younger than he is, with strawberry blond hair, periwinkle eyes, a gazillion freckles, and unfairly cute dimples.

He looks up, smile faltering, and Fitz asks, “Pardon me. Do you happen to know where I can find Dex?”

“Xe’s right here,” he--xe--answers, rolling xor eyes and sighing. “What do you want?”

“I’d like to know why you fucking remixed my valedictorian speech.”

“Why fucking not?” xe counters.

Fitz’s teeth grind and he can’t form words for a solid two seconds. “Do you enjoy contributing to dragging the Vacker name through the mud?”

“Oh puh-lease. One tiny speck of dust on your shining reputation and you throw a hissy fit.”

“I’ll have you know that reputation goes back a thousand years! Not like you’d understand that, though.”

Blood rushes to xor cheeks. “You really are a haestehen. Clearly you’ve no idea who I am but somehow you know I’m the son of a Bad Match. That was low, even for your highness.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Like you aren’t fully aware that you’ve always thought of yourself as better than everyone else.”

“That’s--what right does that give you?”

Xe snorts. “Not even gonna argue. And I really don’t give a shit what you think about the remix. And, anyway, it’s the most publicity a valedictorian speech has gotten since Dame Alina got into the Fizzleberry Wine right after she tried to stop your parents’ wedding and walked off the edge of the stage. I thought you’d love that attention.”

“Thanks for that reminder,” Fitz snaps sarcastically.

“You’re welcome. I do what I can,” Dex replies, even more sarcastically.

“You really don’t give a shit about anything, do you?”

“I’ve given up trying to please you Vackers a long time ago. At least maybe this time you’ll remember that I exist.”

“And what do you mean by that?”

“I see you all the time around Foxfire. But your majesty has never even bothered to remember that. I splotched Biana during our first year, for stars’ sake!”

Fitz stops for a moment, trying to dredge up some shred of that memory.

“I was right, wasn’t I?” Dex snorts.

Fitz refuses to give xem any satisfaction. “That’s not my problem.”

“That sounds like a yes to me,” xe mutters.

“Is that why you hate me so much?”

“Pretty much. It’s not personal.” Xe shrugs.

“Hating me isn’t personal?” Fitz deadpans.

“I blame mostly your father. He seemed like an ass. I’m pretty sure responsible for at least ninety percent of this mindset.”

“Well, your father is Talentless. So I really don’t give a shit what you think.”

“Then fucking leave! Or did you forget where the door was?” Dex exclaims, marching out from behind the counter, fists balled.

Fitz takes two steps back.

“I’m not leaving until you stop sharing the remix.”

“That won’t help, dipshit. I sent it to Marella and haven’t seen it since.”

“Then tell her to stop sharing it!”

“Give me one good reason.”

“Common courtesy?” Fitz suggests.

Dex just looks at him, saying so many things without words. Most of them seem to be ‘fuck you’.

Fitz rolls his eyes before sighing. “Ever since my Dad...you know…” He pauses, waiting for Dex to argue. “There’ve been whispers about how us Vackers aren’t as….”

Fitz stops, searching for the word he wants, and Dex supplies, “Special?”

It’s close enough. “...as everyone thought we were.”

Dex snorts once again. “Welcome to my world. Although most aren’t nice enough to limit it to just whispers. You’ll stop caring soon enough, though.”

“What if I don’t want to stop caring.”

“Nobody gives a shit what you want, Wonderboy. They just give a shit about what they want, and occasionally those line up.”

“I refuse to be that pessimistic.”

“What it is is realistic. People are assholes.”

“Do you have any faith in Elvenkind?” Fitz asks honestly, brows drawing together.

Dex smirks in a distinctly un-Keefe way. “Why the fuck should I? I’m sure the only reason Marella was willing to share your favourite remix was because I sent it anonymously. Ever since everyone found out I’m gay, even she won’t talk to me. And she talks to Drooly Boys. That isn’t a very high bar and yet somehow I’m below it.”

“I don’t think it’s personal.”

Xe tilts his head and Fitz feels his heart stutter for half a beat. He shifts imperceptibly forward against his better judgement.

“My hatred of you and your entire family is personal, but it isn’t when applied to me?”

“You couldn’t have chosen to be the son of a Bad Match and you couldn’t have chosen to be gay.”

“Nobody can choose their family, you included. And I could’ve stayed in the closet. But someone sounds like he has some experience in that area.”

Fuck. “Biana is a bi lesbian if you’ve forgotten.”

“How can I? Everyone worships aer for that while I just get disgusted looks.”

“You were the reason ae figured out ae was a bi lesbian. Ae learned about you, had a gay crisis for a few weeks and...here we are.”

“You look like you want to say something else,” Dex says, and it’s not like Fitz can escape xor periwinkle gaze.

“This cannot be told to anyone else. If it does, I won’t hesitate to erase that memory. I don’t have much practice, so I’ll probably wipe out half of your brain in the process.”

Dex smiles, revealing those dimples. “You’re gay.”

“What the--? How did you--,” Fitz takes a breath before he further embarasses himself by rambling all pver the place. “Technically I’m using bi at the moment but close enough.”

“That’s why you’ve got such a problem with me, isn’t it? You hate that you’re bi because of Elvin heteronormativity and you blame me.”

“Why is it so wrong for me to want a wife and a kid or two just like my Dad? Why do guys insist on being so freaking cute? If you could all just stop, it would be greatly appreciated.”

Dex blushes, and Fitz realises that he included xem in this request. But he doesn’t refute it.

“Sorry if you don’t vibe with the term guys. I’m not very good at that filter yet.”

“It’s fine. I use he/him and xe/xem so you can use whatever traditionally masc terms you want. Honestly, half the school uses it/its despite trying to explain that that's a very bad, so I don’t really care anymore.”

Oh you can bet I’m going to pull so many strings that won’t happen again. That’s one of the nice things about having so much attention directed at you. When you tell Biana to start aggressively correcting people, they listen. Ae got them to listen to aer.

Fitz takes a small step forward. “That’s…horrible.”

“Like I said, I don’t care anymore. I’ve got a pair of headphones blasting music and an ability to avoid conversation like no other.”

“You shouldn’t have to deal with that though.”

“Do you have a better idea?”

“I’ll see what I can do. Biana can be very persuasive.”

“Lemme guess. In exchange for that, you want me to tell Marella to stop sharing the Valedictorian speech?”

“There’s a lot of things that I’d use to trade for what I want. Arseholes not misgendering someone isn’t one of them. That being said…”

Dex pulls out his Imparter, and types something quickly on there before saying, “There you go. I changed the permissions on the file. If your sistaer or someone else saved it and continues sending it around, that’s not my problem.”

With that, Fitz can’t think of anything else to bother Dex about so he mumbles a goodbye before leaving hastily, knowing if he stays there too long on amicable terms, his web of lies, especially the ones to himself, might start to unravel.

Stars, why does xe have to be so fucking cute?

Fitz forgets about that entire interaction by shoving the memory aside as much as he possibly can until Biana insists on making him go to Slurps and Burps to restock aer alchemy supplies for some reason before school starts back up again.

Ae did get Galvin for Alchemy Five, so you can’t exactly blame aer.

When Fitz finally gives in to aer demands, he’s stuck somewhere in the middle of dreading it with every fibre of his being and disproportionately excited. This is directly being caused by the thought of seeing Dex again.

He arrives at the store as Stina is leaving, and she gives Fitz a smile. Normally he wouldn’t have taken note of that, but there’s something there that doesn't seem right.

Well, more than usual. Stina’s always been a little off, but until now, Fitz has mostly written it off as just her being a bitch. A fact that Maruca refuses to see. Biana’s a little less blind to it, but Fitz thinks the gay is still getting in the way a little bit.

Now that he’s thinking about it, Fitz doesn’t think Stina’s ever actually used Biana’s ae/aer pronouns. Just avoided them like the gnomish plague once she got tired of being corrected.

Fitz opens the door, and when he sees the strawberry blond-haired boy behind the counter once again, he smiles involuntarily. “Hey, Dex.”

Dex raises a suspicious eyebrow, and Fitz doesn’t blame xem. The last time he was in here, he was pretty angry. “What can I do for you today?”

“Just some back to school shopping. Biana’s got Galvin this year.”

Dex makes a thoughtful sound and says, “She always gives a massive list. Do you want me to help find the stuff in here? I basically have this place memorized.”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“I don’t exactly have anything better to do.”

Halfway down the list, Fitz has to ask, “Do you happen to know where the oil of vitriol is off the top of your head?”

“Seriously? Galvin’s asking for that?”

Fitz shows xem the paper.

Dex takes a second to process. “That’s not exactly a safe chemical. I’ve got it in the back but we should probably leave it for last. It enjoys burning through glass bottles.”

“And what about aqua tofani?”

“Okay...clearly Galvin has lost it. That’s in the back too. What’s next? Chlorine trifluoride? Azidoazide azide? Alkahest? A whole block of Polonium?”

“Aqua vitae.”

Dex points to a shelf without hesitation. “Right there. Pro tip: don’t set that on fire. Trust me. Very flammable.”

After a dozen or so more dangerous chemicals, Fitz reads off, “Last one. A crap ton of Bismuth.”

Dex brushes against Fitz’s arm, to check the actual amount, and the light touch brings goose pimples to his arms.

Fitz flinches away, more mad at himself than anything else.

Dex, thankfully, doesn’t notice, giving Fitz the bismuth, and saying, “Here you go. I’m going to go get the oil of vitriol and aqua tofani. Don’t break anything while I’m gone.”

Xor voice carries a teasing edge and Fitz doesn’t really know how to react, but he makes sure he doesn’t touch anything.

He doesn’t need Dex to be mad at him. Not when they’re finally on kind-of-okay terms.

But he does want to know where all the stuff is stored. For no real reason.

Dex is back in half a second, and Fitz has absolutely no clue how he knows where everything is so easily.

“How do you have this whole place memorized?”

“Spend a week here and tell me you won’t start remembering where things are. But it is kind of Exileish when your siblings come in here and decide to reorganize everything and then you have to go fix it and it takes for-fucking-ever. No, I’m not bitter.”

“So there is some form of organization in this place?”

“Of course. Acids on the left. Bases on the right. Pure elements in the middle. Neutral compounds will be closer to the door and pH gets more extreme as you head towards the register. So I can keep an eye on them better or something. I think it’s more likely for people waiting in line to knock over a shelf the closer it is to me but, hey, what do I know?”

“A lot apparently. I’m lucky those words even sound familiar.”

“Are you taking Alchemy this year?”

“Exile no. I barely survived the normal levels.”

“Says the top of the class.”

“That’s entirely because I studied my arse off and still got a ninety-three. Nearly lost my spot because of it.”

“Well, let me know if Biana’s willing to accept any help. Ae’s gonna have one Exile if a year with Galvin and I don’t want you destroying half of Everglen. We’ve patched so many holes in the ceiling here, I doubt any original is left.”

Fitz looks up and sees a patchwork of large, slightly different-toned spots covering the whole ceiling. It’s a mottled combination of chemical exposure, different ages of plaster, and a bit of ivory here, a dash of eggshell there, and a messy brush of cream down the centre.

“I’ll let you know.” He nods.

With that, Fitz starts to leave, but a few paces away from the door, he hesitates before turning back.

He looks like he wants to just turn around and forget whatever he wanted to ask.

“Dex?”

“Yeah?” xe replies with considerably less sass than he could have had.

“Would you…maybe…be willing to go out with me? Maybe get some custard bursts? I know this stall in Atlantis that makes the best ones by far.”

Dex flushes nuclear red. With a shaky voice, xe asks, “Do you really want that?”

“Well, I wouldn’t have asked otherwise,” Fitz replies, taking a step closer.

“What...what would your Dad think?”

Fitz flinches but doesn’t hesitate before saying, “You sound like you’re trying to be nice while turning me down.”

“That’s--no. I just don’t think you’ve thought this through. I’m a Dizznee, remember.”

Fitz pauses for a second. “Do you see me running away screaming?”

“Maybe not today. But what about tomorrow? Or the day after that? Or next week?”

Taking another step forward, Fitz says, “Why should I give a fuck about what might happen tomorrow. Exile, my mind might break tomorrow. Or in a few millennia. I can’t let that dictate every single decision I’ll ever make.”

Dex considers for a moment, his face softening as xor walls crumble. “As long as this isn’t a banshee shit prank setup, I’d be willing to go.”

Fitz smiles. “I’ll look at my schedule and text you what times I’m free because I have no clue what I’m doing this week.”

“Honestly, same. I never have a clue what my hours here are more than maybe a day in advance. If I do say that I’m working here when you’re free, it’s not just my attempt to escape from plans. If I can find any sort of schedule to screenshot, I’ll send it to you.”

“Cool. I guess...I’ll see you later then.” Fitz nods.

“Bye! And for the love of the stars, please don’t drink the oil of vitriol.”

“I’ll do my best.” Fitz says, as he leaves.

The door closes behind him, and a tidal wave of emotions, both excited and terrified rush up to fill its place.

Stars, he’s cute.