𝓂𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 (𝒶 𝓀𝑜𝓉𝓁𝒸 𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀)

~Training Grounds (Sophitz)~

Sophitz is probably one of the most known ships in this fandom. You either love it, or you hate it. Very few people are find themselves in the middle ground.

I, myself, am in said middle ground. I make fun of it a lot, but in the end I can see why people say they're cute. I can totally see the appeal.

One of my followers, rainwings_rule, is a fan of this ship, and I have some extra time on my hands today. So, here you go!

*tosses to the hungry Sophitz shippers, waiting for Sophitz content because they've been starved to the bone on this platform*

Enjoy!

Post-writing note: Okay, I know I'm not supposed to like this ship, but this has seriously turned out to be one of my better oneshots.

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✩Fitz's POV✩

Clang! A metal pot shifted out of place in the cupboard and fell on my toes, receiving a huge "OW!" from me as I fell to the floor in pain.

"Fitz?" Sophie called from the other room, entering the kitchen to find Fitz curled up, grabbing his toe in pain.

"Oh god, again?" Sophie rolled her eyes teasingly, helping him up. "I feel like baking hates you, at this point."

"But it's fun!" Fitz whined, scrambling to pick up the fallen pot and set it on the stove. "And it's not like I have anything remotely better to do."

"You could train with Grizel," Sophie suggested. Fitz rolled his eyes.

"Grizel is out on a date with Sandor," Fitz grumbled.

"It's not like you need Grizel to train for battle," Sophie pointed out. "How about I help you?"

Fitz smiled, his teal eyes glinting with happiness. "That would be great!" He limped to the door of Everglen, opening it to gaze upon the infinitely large acres of beautiful green grass. Spring gifted the fields blooming daisies and wildflowers to boast to everyone walking by, and the trees swayed with the warm breeze.

Sophie grabbed Fitz's hand and dragged him to behind the Everglen manor, to a spot surrounded by cherry blossom trees with flowering branches, showering everyone walking under them with soft pink petals shaped like hearts.

In the clearing among the trees waited wooden dummies begging to be stabbed, with buckets of weapons from small goblin throwing stars to huge ogre daggers to heavy maces. A mahogany barrel filled with pictures of Neverseen members to tape to the dummies to make the experience feel more real sat next to the right dummy.

"How about we skip the pictures?" Fitz asked Sophie, who nodded in understanding and sympathy.

"I'll go first," Sophie said, grabbing a throwing star from one of her dress pockets and taking a deep breath. Sophie flung the star at the dummy, but hesitated at the last second, causing her to miss the target area she was aiming for.

Sophie sighed in disappointment, and motioned for Fitz to go next. but Fitz noticed the sorrow in her gold-flecked brown eyes, and held one of her hands with his.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly. Sophie nodded unconvincingly, turning away from Fitz's teal eyes.

"Hey," Fitz said gently, cupping her cheeks with his hands kindly. "Talk to me. Please."

"It's just..." Sophie sighed. "I feel like we're never good enough to face the Neverseen. They always have some genius plan that we didn't consider, that we weren't smart enough to figure out, that..."

Sophie left her next sentence unsaid, but the words hung in the air like thick fog.

That I wasn't smart enough to figure out.

Fitz pulled her into a hug, wrapping his arms around her protectively. "You'll be okay, Sophie. We always end up okay, only because of you."

"Really?" Sophie had to ask him.

Fitz smiled. "I don't know what the Black Swan would do without you. I honestly don't know what I would do without you." He grabbed Sophie's cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss, running his hands through her silky blonde hair. Sophie flung her arms around his neck, standing on her toes to close the height gap between them.

Sophie pulled away, and smiled. "Thank you, Fitz." She kissed his cheek and looked at him with admiration and love. For him. Fitz had to grin stupidly at that.

"Now nail that dummy on the head," Sophie told him, handing him a small dagger with a curved point. Fitz flung the dagger at the dummy's chest, missing the target by an inch.

"You're getting better!" Sophie cheered him on. She grabbed the dagger out from the two planks of wood the knife lodged between, and threw the knife herself with even more accuracy.

Fitz laughed as Sophie did a goofy victory dance, flailing her arms around like a maniac and beatboxing.

"Okay, now I think I can handle a couple pots to the toe," Fitz said to Sophie as she brushed pretty pink blossom petals from her hair.

"I think you can." Sophie kissed Fitz's cheek again and took his hand to drag him back inside.