I don't know what this is. This was a random idea. This is me being a weirdo. I have created a story where Fitz is completely in love with a chandelier. While I was at it, it worked best with the storyline if I made Biana lesbian, so while I don't normaly ship her and Sophie together and don't think it could happen canonically, I've got some Sophiana in here. This is not meant to be taken seriously. Sorry if it offends anyone out there, if anyone out there is actually romantically inclined towards light fixtures.

"Hey mom, have you seen Fitz lately?"

"I think he went out on a run just barely, but I'm not sure. Are you trying to get him to do the weekly Wednesday night sibling sleepover?"

"Yes and he normally tries to avoid it, but there is no way he is missing this, because I need to talk to him about Sophie. He knows her better than me and can tell me if she likes me."

"He is the best person to talk to, then. I'll make sure that he goes to your room next time I see him."

"Great. Thanks mom."

Biana started walking up the stairs to her room. On her way, she heard something coming from the ceiling and looked up. There was Fitz, in the chandelier, talking to it.

"Oh chandelier, you're my favorite object. You're the best light fixture."

"Fitz." Biana sounded confused. "Are you stuck… or…"

"I was having some bonding time with my future wife. I just proposed to her. Isn't the new lightbulb I gave her beautiful. It makes her so much more radiant."

"Um… Sure? Mom said it's time for you to come up to my room so we can have our weekly Wednesday night sibling sleepover. I need to talk to you about girls and apparently you need to talk to me about chandeliers."

Fitz levitated down and walked up the stairs with Biana. "I'm going to change into my pajamas, and then I'll head to your room."

"Good. Don't even think about running away."

Biana went to her room and changed into her pajamas.

Fitz walked in and laid down on her couch. "So, who is it?"

"I like Sophie so much. Does she like me back? Be honest. If she doesn't like me, or like girls like that, tell me."

"I've never noticed if she likes you or other girls. She may. I can ask her about it in our next Telepathy session. Slyly of course."

"Thank you. That would be so great. What was going on with you and the chandelier above the staircase. Does my brother like light fixtures? If you do, do I need to get you into a therapist?"

"I do romantically like light fixtures. I didn't notice until I got tangled in that chandelier the first time and noticed all of her beautiful curves."

"I do need to get you into a therapist."

"No. You don't." Fitz sounded like he was getting a little angry. "I, and mom and dad, listened when you told us that you liked girls instead of guys. While my fondness for lights is a little more unusual than that, can you please not judge me for it, like I didn't judge you?"

That's an interesting way to put it, Biana thought to herself. When you put it that way, I kind of have to not worry for him. My older brother is in love with a chandelier, and that's fine.

"Yes. Of course. Thank you for explaining to me.

"You're welcome. She's just so radiant and dreamy. Her lights glitter and light up, and she is so hot, and she is more pretty than all the other light fixtures in this house and everywhere else."

I feel like such a weirdo making this, but whatever. Review?