#fitzley

Happy Pride Month ✤ Day 29: Crossovers ✤ @perfectlystiles

Taylor Swift Edits ✤ Riley Richards x Fitz Montgomery

Fearless ✤ Fearless: You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless

Crossover Giveaway ✤ @perfectlystiles

Riley Richards x Fitz Montgomery

@queerocs week: Ships

Gives nose/forehead kisses

Fitz

Gets jealous the most

Riley probably

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

OOF bold of you to assume they’re not both always too drunk to drive

Takes care of on sick days

I think Riley!  Fitz tries but he doesn’t really know what he’s doing

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

Riley drags him to the beach, Fitz drags her into the water

Gives unprompted massages

Riley

Drives/rides shotgun

It depends on who’s sober enough to drive, but Fitz usually rides on the back of her motorcycle!

Brings the other lunch at work

Fitz brings her Pop’s regularly!

Has the better parental relationship

RIP

Tries to start role-playing in bed

idk??  maybe Fitz but like in a “I’m not actually serious but also I’m down if you are” way

Embarrassingly drunk dancer

Fitz

Still cries watching Titanic

idk why but I feel like Fitz would?? Riley’s never seen it

Firmly believes in couples costumes

Riley consistently suggests really stupid couples’ costumes okay

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

FITZ

Makes the other eat breakfast

Riley makes him hangover breakfasts!

Remembers anniversaries

Fitz remembers them, Riley has a million calendar reminders 

Brings up having kids

Neither, at least for a while?  They’ve both got messy parent situations so they probably aren’t ready to talk about htat lmao

Send me an OTP and I’ll tell you who…

"Whatever I need to be," Pippa answered without thinking. It was true; for all the bad things, she had learned that it was best to be whatever she need to be in order to get what she wanted. She smiled again, flicking her wrist and the bag of gold danced another foot towards him. She leaned back lazily against the top step of the porch humming. 

"And that might be true, but I plan to be long gone before we ever get to that point." 

She wasn't sure she'd ever said anything quite so honest to a stranger before; she had even told Boss as much. He'd told her the last time she'd stayed over, feeling particularly vulnerable after a fight with her sister three or four months ago that she wanted to slip away when her time was over. Find a quiet life. He'd said that was a waste of her talents and offered her a much easier time out of her contract, but she wasn't interested in anything he had to offer. Instead, she'd slipped away, constantly walking that balance between flirting with trouble and giving it an easy path to her hand. She'd come rather far from the meek little girl she'd been. The redhead had always had talent, but it wasn't until she'd started taking things, selling things that she realized just how strong and valuable she was.

Pippa heard him but simply flipped her hair over the shoulder, sending a twinkle into the air. She felt deep into her and pulled out her Veela strings. She hadn't practiced for awhile outside a job, and what would it hurt. It was obvious to tell that he was sore, feeling bad about something. She wasn't sure what, but her tea was, pardon the pun, magical. She'd been creating her own brew for years, jokingly calling it's Witches Brew, but it was certainly magical. It made her happy. It made other people happy. 

She waved her wand and the kettle began to fill, moving over the fire. Tea saucers and cups flew to the table along with biscuits and jams. Sandwiches began to assemble.

"I wasn't thinking a tea party exactly," she said. "I was just thinking since we have the same boss, it might do us some good to have tea."  She waved her wand again and from the cupboard, out of the safe, flew the bag of galleons. 

"You can take that if you want," she said with a flourish, her shoulder dipped and her cardigan slipped off her shoulder, revealing bare skin. The light lace of her strapless top a top a fluted tulip skirt with small netted back seam stockings and a low heel. She wished she had on higher heels, but she wasn't working. 

Three little words had the power the terrify. Get down now! Or the power empower. You are beautiful. They had the power to inspire a generation to explore new heights. To the moon. Or the power to solidify a relationship. I love you.

None of these were the words that Christopher chose to utter to the redhead. Instead, a mere question had her shaking inside. 

What are we?

Her initial reaction was how the hell would she know. Because really, she was grateful here. Grateful to him. It seemed imprudent, or somehow wrong, to ask for or want more than what he was already giving her. And yet, in each tiny thing he did, like startling her as he had a few moments ago made her slip deeper into whatever she was trying so hard to push away. 

Her lips parted and she longed to say something to him, but she was uncertain. Instead, she mirrored his body language. First leaning back and away and then towards him. She crossed and uncrossed her ankles before shifting back and forth in her seat. In the movements that she made, she wanted to convey some sort of feeling of comfort or relief in being consulted but truly she was waiting for him to say something. She'd spent so long hiding, inside herself, inside the house where she had lived, she didn't know if bold was even still part of her. And besides, she could hardly guess wrong, lean in at the improper moment, and suddenly he might want her gone but be too polite to say anything.

No. It was better to steer them and keep them steadfastly in the friend zone. And yet, she was so tempted as she crossed and uncrossed her feet to reach one out to lean on his. Once the idea was in her head, she couldn't drop it. So instead, she simply crossed her ankles, one after the other and slid her feet along the distance until her toes were barely touching his. In one movement, so slipped one foot between both of his a few inches. A question to be sure.