Shipping Wars AU + Nova vs. the Forces of Adolescence
Okok hear me out. I really really really wanna see a crossover between this two AUs i hope @moringmark and @mrevaunit42 don’t mind tho… :D Both Elizabeth and Nova accidentally opened a portal at the same time sucking them in. Floating in space, both met each other. (Sorry if I’m grammatically wrong? My English is betraying me a little. I still need more sleep) ;-;
I’ve learned a lot. I have to say that I went into it not knowing very much about the LGBTQ community. And through friends and fans and Pete Nowalk–our brilliant leader on the show–and my wonderful co-star Conrad Ricamora, I’ve begun to learn so much about the community and this character Connor Walsh. And that to me has been the most rewarding thing about playing the character.
ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: Gideon is revealed to be the man under the hood. How did you decide on him? ADAM
HOROWITZ: Well, that was the plan from the get-go. It wasn’t a decision
like, “Who are we going to put under the hood?” It was about designing
the season to reach that point. And there’s more to the reveal than
everything you see in the winter finale. It’s a story that is only just
beginning, and becomes an important part of the second half of the
Why would Gideon want to kill the Savior? HOROWITZ:
That’s a great question and that’s exactly the question that we hope
the audience is asking, is “Why would he want to kill the Savior?” And
that becomes a launching off point for a lot of the storytelling in the
Rumple reunites with Belle and mentions that
there’s this dark realm, where the Black Fairy has taken their son.
Time doesn’t work right there. What can you tease of this realm and are
we going there in the back half of the season? HOROWITZ: I
think that what you just described is the tease for the realm. It sounds
like it’s a dark place, it sounds like things work in a screwy way
there, and it has the Black Fairy there. EDWARD KITSIS: Any land
where the Black Fairy, the Dark Fairy, the darkest soul we’ve been
teasing for six years, runs can’t be fun. HOROWITZ: We intend to
explore what that realm is, and see a little bit more of it, and learn
more about Black Fairy as we go forward. Without giving away too much,
it’s a safe bet to say we will be seeing more of the Black Fairy, and
more of where she came from, and why she is doing the things that she is
Will working together bring Rumple and Belle closer, maybe lead to some understanding between them? KITSIS:
Yeah, I think the path for Rumple and Belle has been rocky, it has been
tortuous, but sometimes things bring us together in unexpected ways.
I’ve always rooted for those two and I hope for the best. HOROWITZ:
I’ll say this: In the episode that aired this past week, before the
winter finale, I think you saw Rumple go right up to the line. And when
he had the ability to speed up her pregnancy and do one of the worst
things possible to Belle, he didn’t do it. He got to the line and he
turned back from it, even though Belle doesn’t know that at the end of
episode 9. But he did, and I think that was a really important moment
and a really telling moment, which is that despite all of his love for
power and addiction to magic, there is a deep abiding love for Belle in
there as well, and he’s always in conflict because of that. That’s the
glimmer of hope that has not died out and is kind of the root of that
The party was pretty much in full swing when Mitchell decided to show up, okay decided wasn’t really the word for it, more like worked up the courage to walk in. Which was just silly. At least to him.
This was new. To be nervous to walk into Connor’s house. He had done it plenty of times in the past…but this was different. Unlike then, Mitchell was very aware of his feelings for Connor. Oh how he wished for it to be like simpler times when he was an oblivious idiot. Don’t we all, Buddy? Don’t we all?
But Connor had looked so hopeful and excited and stupidly cute when he had invited him to the party that Mitchell just could not refuse.
Which he was still chastising himself about.
When he couldn’t spot the familiar mop of brown curls amongst all the bodies in the room he sighed in relief before making his way to the punch bowl. He at least had time to calm himself before his best friend found him or vice versa.
It was weird. Usually he was the person people went to for relationship advice, he was the expert so to say since his mother was a pretty well known matchmaker, but when it came to himself, it was like all his knowledge about love and relationships and flirting(etc.)went out the window. It was laughable really.
As he zoned out, lost in his thoughts he almost didn’t notice someone standing right beside him. Almost.
He will admit he jumped and his heart was racing so rapidly the blue headed teen thought he could have out beat a hummingbird for crying out loud. And it didn’t slow down in the least when he recognized the person as Reyna, Connor’s older sister.
“H-Hey Reyna. I didn’t see you there.” Was his eloquent reply as he placed a hand over his heart and sighed, flashing the dark haired girl a small smile.
Reyna lifted an eyebrow and the corner of her lip twitched, she was amused, that much is clear.
“Hey Mitchell. I could tell.” she said with a small chuckle as she grabbed a cup of punch, took a sip, promptly stuck out her tongue and made a noise of disgust before setting it down.
‘Note to self: the punch is spiked. DONT DRINK IT!’ Mitchell reminded himself and shoved the memory of last St. Patrick’s day when Connor and Travis had thrown another party down into a dark corner in his mind.
“So what are you doing here? Normally you don’t come to your brother’s parties.” Mitchell questioned, trying to make conversation.
Reyna nodded as a way of agreeing him and promptly crossed her arms. “Well normally, I’m not supposed to know about these parties…which I really don’t see how I’m not supposed to notice when I go to the same school as Connor and Travis, I think they forget that sometimes, and plus the parties are always at my house? Like, I honestly don’t know how they think I don’t know about them. Usually I just ignore them and go hang out with Nico. I can allow the boys some fun, as long as everyone behaves in some sense and as long as they clean up, then I’m good.” The brunette explained with a sharp nod as though mentally agreeing with herself this time. “I came to this one because it didn’t follow their pattern.”
Mitchell laughed. He actually asked himself how Reyna hadn’t known about the parties since, again, they were in her house. Now this explained it perfectly. “That explains a lot actually.” He mused.
“Wait….what do you mean it didn’t follow their pattern?”
“Oh you didn’t notice?”
Mitchell shook his head.
“Well normally they only throw parties after big games, midterms, finals, and dances,” Reyna explained, “Also holidays, but like the big ones like Christmas and Halloween, not the smaller ones like St. Patrick’s Day… but our parents know about those ones, and those ones tend to be mild compared to these.”
As if to prove her point a guy stripped down to his underwear with a mustache and monocle drawn on his face and a paper bowl placed on his head like a hat, ran past them and out the back door and into the pool with a big splash.
She then turned to him with a 'see-what-i-mean’ look. “But anyways what’s wrong with you? You looked deep in thought when I came to talk.”
To many, Reyna might have sounded harsh and intimidating him for answers, but he knew her well and long enough to know that she was actually worried about him.
And at any other time he would gladly rant to her about his problems …..if his problems weren’t about liking her younger brother so damn much!
But on the other hand, Reyna was not one of those people that teased you if they knew you were having a hard time with something or someone. She would give the best advice she could and Mitchell really admired her for it. So maybe he could tell her what was wrong….“she is a rather trustworthy person.” He thought.
Just as he was about to tell her all about his troubles, someone had fallen into him, making him tilt back and…uh oh the punch bowl is tipping. Tipping towards him. The person who ran into him is already standing up and probably apologising. And then they realized he was still falling and tried to grab his hand to help. But it was too late. For the help. And the punch.
As he was getting coated in the more-alcohol-than-punch punch, he recognized the person that had fallen into him was Nico di Angelo. A smirking Nico di Angelo.
'Why is he smirking?’
“I’m so sorry!” Nico exclaimed as he held out a hand to a very soaked Mitchell.
He helped the boy up and tried to make himself look innocent but Reyna was having none of that. She knew. She always knows.
Thank goodness Mitchell didn’t know. Though he did look kind of suspicious of Nico.
“Its…..fine.” Mitchell stated calmly. On the inside he was kinda upset. He spent quite a while choosing his outfit for tonight and now he smelt heavily of alcohol. And he felt sticky. Which is awful since he felt sticky everywhere. And I do mean everywhere.
With a grimace and a sigh he tried to maneuver his way to the bathroom after waving goodbye to Nico and Reyna. He completely missed Reyna narrowing her eyes at Nico who in turn was wearing a shit eating grin.
“Woah! Ewwwwwwwww! Dude why are you so sticky?” Connor so eloquently asked as he quite literally ran into Mitchell on his way to Nico to ask him what the hell all that was.
Mitchell was frowning as he muttered something under his breath and pushed himself off of Connor’s chest.
Sensing his distress Connor placed a hand gently on the small of Mitchell’s back and led him up to his room.
“D-Do you want to use our shower?” Connor asked as he rubbed the back of his neck and closed the door behind them. Mitchell stood in the middle with his arms crossed and a pout ever present on his face. Connor was definitely not thinking about kissing that pout off those lips. Yeah definitely not. Psssh totally not.
“I’m fine…..it’s mostly my jacket that got wet….and my pants a little bit but since we wear the same size can I borrow some?” Mitchell asked with a sigh as he took off his jacket with a grimace.
The two often shared clothes so this was nothing new but nevertheless Connor still blushed. “Y-Yeah. Of course. Pick which ever one’s you would like. You can even just slip on some sweats if you want.”
“Mmm…..I would prefer sweats but it is a party so I’ll just throw on some of your jeans. Are the pink and blue one’s clean?”
“They should be. I haven’t worn them in a while.”
Mitchell was pretty proud of himself for acting calm throughout this whole ordeal, because on the inside he was freaking the fuck out.
He, of course, has been in Connor’s room many times before now but that was before he realized his feelings. Now he felt….nervous, almost being in his best friends room and borrowing his clothing. Again, this was something they always did. But now Mitchell was aware of how the clothes fit on him as he slipped on the jeans that got dyed pink and blue from a prank war and one of Connor’s graphic t-shirts. They were soft and had a distinct smell of dawn laundry softener, Old Spice deodorant, and campfire smoke, a smell distinctly Connor. It was comforting.
Once he had changed he turned around and noticed Connor facing the opposite direction in order to give him some privacy. He smiled fondly at the boy before him before clearing his throat. “I’m done.”
The brunet turned around and smiled at him. “I’m sorry that happened to you. Who knew Nico was so clumsy?”
“I know right? Maybe he had some of the…"punch”.“ Mitchell suggested with a shrug.
"Maybe…..uh…here!,” Connor exclaimed as he held out his letterman jacket to Mitchell with a blush on his face.
Well it looked like a blush but maybe Mitchell was just imagining it. Maybe it was too hot in the room despite the window being open?
Connor must have sensed his confusion because he let out a soft chuckle and draped the jacket over Mitchell’s shoulders. They were so close now! Their faces merely inches away. “I figured this will keep you warm on your way home. I’ll give you back your jacket tomorrow, all cleaned up.” he murmured softly as they both gazed into each others eye distractedly.
“Okay…..” Mitchell whispered back, as he was incapable of thinking anything else other than, 'I really wanna kiss him!’
And maybe he was going to because he felt himself leaning in and maybe it was just his imagination again because he could have sworn that Connor was also leaning in.
God they were so close Mitchell could feel Connor’s breath fanning across his face. It was warm.
It was so warm.
They were getting closer.
There was a shrill scream from downstairs that made them jolt apart and stare at each other before they both rushed downstairs.