#tig would be a dirty snily shipper smh

[jamesbuckfastbarnes]

Siggy and Halex vs. The Thunderstorm.

Yo yo yo, my homies! I’m proud to announce that the first installment of Siggy and Halex vs. The World is finally complete, and is called Siggy and Halex vs. The Thunderstorm. Lex’s PoV is written by the ever wonderful, and my partner in crime, @ilikechocolatemilkh​ and Sissy’s PoV is written by yours truly. Stay tuned for more adventures to come and I hope you enjoy it as much as we enjoyed writing it! - red-w00dy xoxo. 

Head over to @ilikechocolatemilkh‘s page to read the first half of the story (click to be led straight to it) which is in Lex’s POV and then come back to this for the second half otherwise it won’t make sense :) - red-w00dy xoxo

SISSY'S POV.

“Sissy, come out from under there,” Lex called when she returned to the room, Tig's arms wrapped firmly around me and the blankets still pulled over my head. “I've brought you some tea, and yes, I made it properly with lots of milk and lots of sugar.”

“Just stick it on the coffee table, Lex, she isn't coming out of those blankets any time soon,” Tig chuckled lightly, attempting to remove the blanket from my head which made me just grip the soft fabric even tighter so they wouldn't come off. “Hey, where's Rat and Miles? They're supposed to be looking after you while we're away.”

That was enough for me to peek my head out, both Lex and I flashing innocent smiles to our other halves. “Turns out Rat and Miles don't like having skillet pans thrown at their head, or me threatening to pour hot water over his dick. They ran out of here faster than the time I was running from the police when I was fifteen. And sixteen. And seventeen, thinking about it.”

“Eighteen, nineteen, twenty…” Tig rallied off, stroking his chin and pretending to think about how many times I had been in trouble with the police before I elbowed him as hard as I could. “No need for violence! I'm just saying that you're not exactly Mother Theresa.”

"More like Aileen Wuornos if you ask me," "Fuck you, Happy Lowman! In what way am I anything like a female seri-" I began before a crack of lightning filled the room, causing me to squeal and dive into Tig's lap. He wrapped his arms around me once again, biting back a laugh and patting my head in an attempt to stop me from screaming loudly into his thigh.

I continued to hide my face into Tig's jeans for another ten minutes, trembling slightly and refusing to lift my head. It wasn't until Lex started arguing with Hap and ran out of the patio doors that I sat up, seeing Lex pulling Happy out of the door and into the rain. Without thinking, I jumped up off the sofa and ran outside to get Lexy back inside, not wanting her to get electrocuted just because she thought storms were romantic. I didn't see it myself, I'd much rather go on a walk in the woods or buy a new puppy rather than risk my life by dancing around in the pouring rain, increasing the possibility of getting hit by a bolt of lightning. Just as my bare feet hit the wet grass I froze, causing Tig to ram straight into me from behind. He stepped around me and looked at me with his bright blue eyes, worry etched on his face after he saw my terrified expression.

“Babe, what's the matter?” he asked urgently, leaving me to blink a couple of times before holding my hand out to point at the small, slimy creature on the ground near his feet. I was more scared of frogs than I was of anything else, and there it was on the grass, staring with its freaky eyes as if it was ready to jump at me.

“Aw look at the little froggy!” Lex squealed when she saw what I was pointing at, tiptoeing towards us and bending down to pick it up in her hands. “Sissy, look how cute this little guy is!” She continued to move towards me with it, only stopping when Tig shook his head fervently at her. He knew just how scared I was of frogs.

“Ugh fine. Happy, come here and kiss the frog to see if it turns into a prince or not,” Lex rolled her eyes before skipping over to where Hap stood, pushing the frog towards his disapproving face. Clearly he was just as unamused as I was by Lexy's crazy behaviour, unlike Tig who was struggling to stop himself from laughing.

“The only thing I'm doing is booking you in for a hysterectomy, Lex. You're fucking batshit crazy when it's your time of the month,” Happy sighed, shaking his head and stepping away from his crazy wife who was continuing to push the frog at him. “Seriously, get that thing out of my face or it's getting launched over the fence.”

“Finally the flesh reflects the madness within, eh, Lexy?” I smirked from where Tig was now cuddling me from behind, ignoring the fact the rain was coming down harder than ever and soaking us to the bone. Lex handed the frog to Hap and whipped round to face us, skipping over with a massive grin stretching across her face.

“Well you would know all about the madness within, wouldn't you, Remus?” she shot back, doing her best impression of Sirius Black from Harry Potter. I reached forward and high fived her, causing both boys to shake their heads and Happy to mutter about us both being fucking nerds under his breath as he placed the frog through the hole in the fence.

“I don't see why you two are so obsessed with the Marauders. They were horrible bastards that treated Snape like shit, not to mention Snape is probably a million times better than all four of them put together,” Tig frowned, blinking a few times in shock after I pushed away from him and glared viciously, the same expression appearing on Lex’s face next to me.

“I would run now while you still can, brother, at least whilst you've still got the use of your legs,” Happy suggested wisely, leaning against the tree with his arms folded across his chest and droplets of water dripping down the side of his head. Clearly he didn't care  about the fact the tree wasn't keeping him sheltered from the rain at all.

“Why? Oh don't tell me you're both Jily shippers! James Potter was a fucking assho-”

Tig didn't finish his sentence due to the fact both Lex and I tackled him to the ground. He started begging for mercy once we began hitting him, holding his hands up in surrender and telling us that he was wrong, that Snape was a terrible character and the Marauders were the best in the series. Satisfied that he had learnt his lesson, Lexy and I climbed off him so he could stand up and brush the dirt off his jeans. Another oppressive boom filled the air, reminding me that we were in fact in the middle of a thunderstorm, which made me give a piercing scream and run for cover inside Happy and Lexy’s house. Tig shook his head behind me, nodding to Lexy and Happy before making his way into the house to find me. It took a while before he eventually discovered my hiding place under the spare bed, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he lay on the floor and rolled underneath the bed so we were both squashed in the tight space together.

“You're going to be the death of me, Sissy, you know that?” he smirked, pushing up next to me and wrapping his arm around my waist. I raised my eyebrows as he placed a gentle kiss against my forehead, managing to somehow keep me calm when another deafening crack echoed from outside.

“Aye, but you love me, Tiggy, don't deny it. I keep you on your toes.” I grinned back, tugging on one of his curls and burying my face into the carpet when the room filled with light, most likely from the lightning striking outside. “I fucking hate storms. Please just never make me come out from under here, I beg you.”

“I don't think Hap and Lex will be too pleased with us moving in under their spare bed, Sissy,” I looked up with raised eyebrows, confusion clearly evident on my face as Tig patted my cheek with his calloused hands. “Where you go, I go, baby. Even if it is under your best friend’s bed.”

“Fancy going to the Chinese and picking me up some prawn toast then? I'll be there in spirit, that way you're going wherever I go. I'll be your best friend if you do?” I smiled sweetly, fluttering my eyelashes at him in the hope that he would go and buy me some Chinese food.

“I would, but I'm sort of stuck under here,” Tig admitted, flashing me a guilty smile which he followed with a loud grunt when I used all my force to push him out from under the bed. “Definitely gonna be the death of me, woman.” He muttered, straightening his clothes out before heading off to go pick up takeout for everyone. Maybe there were perks to thunderstorms after all.