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5am-the-foxing-hour · 3 years

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The Adventures 2020

X-mas (December 24th) Gift giving

Year 2020’s Adventures

5 parter, each part posted on advent: 1st 29th November, 2nd 6th December, 3rd 13th December and 4th 20rd December and the last part on Christmas 24th of December

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Characters: all of them, orange side being a cryptid again.

Words: 1591

Warnings: no warnings I believe.

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The others were gathered in the living room, sitting around the christmas tree. All having one present before them.

“Can’t we start now?” Roman whined.

“No, we have to wait for Remus and Janus.” Logan said

“Uuuuuuuuugh but they have no concept of time!” Roman groaned as he let himself fall back to the floor to lie down, arms crossed and pouting.

“Now, now Roman.” Patton said as he patted Roman on the knee. “I’m sure they’re on their way.”

“SNAKEY! GET OUT OF BED!” A voice suddenly shouted from upstairs, unmistakingly belonging to a certain duke

“GET YOUR FILTHY PAWS OFF ME!” Came another voice, just as loud and more hysterical clearly belonging to Janus, a screech followed.

It didn’t take long before Remus came thundering down the stairs holding a loudly cursing Janus, who was bundled up in a bright yellow fluffy blanket, in his arms.

“We’re here!” Remus cheered as he unceremoniously dropped Janus down between Thomas and Patton. Janus hissed louder as he grabbed his blanket and glared at Remus with murder in his eyes.

“Remus, I swear, you better keep your snacks hidden or I will change them for Healthy food!” Janus snarled.

“NO! NOT MY SNACKS!” Remus cried holding his hands protectively before himself.

“Everyone here now?” Thomas asked.

“Is…?” Logan started turning to Janus.

“No, he hid even harder from Remus so I doubt he will show face.” Janus grumbled into his hand that he was leaning his jaw against, as he made himself a bit more comfortable on the floor.

“Then yes, everyone is here.” Logan said and nodded at Thomas. Thomas smiled and sighed in relief, as Roman cheered and sat up, only to snort at the birds nest that was Janus’s hair.

“No hat?”

“No, because someone didn’t have time to let me finish preparing for the day.”

“You were taking too long!” Remus nagged. Janus just clicked his tongue in annoyance.

Virgil sighed, and Logan rolled his eyes before he clapped his hands to gain everyone's attention.

“Since everyone is here now, why don’t we get this year's secret Santa started?” A chorus of agreements followed and soon the sides and Thomas waited as Janus summoned his hat after Roman sent him some puppy eyes to use it to draw the name on who was to hand over their present first.

“Virgil.” Logan read from the piece of paper he had taken from the bowler hat. Virgil grimaced before he huffed

“Well… better to get it over with… I had you Logan...” Virgil said as he summoned a package, wrapped in purple paper with white stars, he handed it over to the other side who took it in surprise.

“Are we opening the gifts now or are we waiting til everyone got theirs?” Thomas asked.

“It’s more fun to open them together.” Patton said with a smile.

Logan carefully placed the purple present down on the floor, before he picked up a present wrapped in dark blue paper.

“I had you Janus.” Logan said as he handed the present over. Janus blinked before one arm appeared from the blankets and took the present, a small chuckle left him as he thought he had an idea on what it was Logan had given him.

“Thank you.” Janus said as he put the present down. “Roman I had you.”

“Oh… yay...” Roman said only to yelp when two of Janus’s arms suddenly appeared from the floor holding a big yellow box. Roman gaped as he took it, missing how Janus’s arms disappeared back into the floor. Roman floundered a bit before he put down the big box and took out a smaller red present. “I had you Thomas.” Roman said as he handed over the red present to Thomas, while Patton cooed at how small it was.

“Aw it’s so small and cute~” Thomas chuckled at Patton’s comment before he took the gift, not really surprised that he could touch it.

“Did you and Janus work together on this one?”

“Not at all, I totally didn’t make you forget ever buying that thing.” Janus said with a smile. while Roman chuckled and rubbed at his neck.

“Well, I had you Patton.” Thomas said before he told Patton to hold his hands open and then concentrated, a rainbow coloured present plopped down on top of Patton’s palms and he squealed.

“Oh I’m sure I’ll love this!” he said as he put it down and brought forth a baby blue present from behind his back and held it out to Remus. “I had you Remus. Here.”

“Oh goodie!” Remus cackled as he took it only to blink when he felt that it was a soft present. He squeezed the paper a bit, a grin growing on his lips. “Here raccoon.” He said distractedly as one of his tentacles held out a badly wrapped gift painted green with acrylic paint to Virgil. Virgil took it with a startled yelp, grimacing when he felt how the paint was still wet.

“Ugh.. thanks...”

“LET*S OPEN THEM!” Remus and Roman called at the same time, causing Patton, Janus and Thomas to chuckle.

Getting a nod of approval it didn’t take long for Remus to tear into his present, to find a neon green knitted scarf, it didn’t look the best but he held it up and gaped, before he squealed and hugged it close, before happily wrapping it around his neck and bit into one end of it, chewing the chick wool. Patton chuckled at the sight before a loud gasp from Roman made them look over to find how Roman was taking out a huge stuffed lion, pale yellow with a bright red mane and green eyes and Roman’s logo on a necklace around the neck.

“Where did you get this?!”

“I uh… made it.” Janus said as he rubbed at his hands, gloves covering all the patches that took up his fingers from where he stabbed himself with the needle. Janus couldn’t help the blush that grew on his cheeks when Roman gave him the biggest most happy smile in years.

Patton opened his gift next, a happy sob leaving him when he saw the little stuffed frog, glittering blue in the light and a pair of big blue eyes, a pair of glasses and the cat hoodie around it’s throat.

“It’s meee...” he sniffled.

“Yeah, I know the first time was a bit of a bad moment, so I wanted to get you something to help you feel better about it. Logan and Roman helped me figure out how to make it.”

“I love it.” Patton mumbled as he hugged the soft frog close.

The sound of tearing present paper was heard followed by a chuckle.

“I knew it. Thank you Logan.” Janus said as he held a thick book in his hand. “I don’t suppose you want to go through it at a later date and discuss the content.”

“I would lo- like that.” Logan said with a small smile.

“So THAT’s where that lego set went” Thomas said, having opened his own present to find one of the several lego sets he bought before him. “Thanks guys.”

Logan opened his own present and blinked down at a space themed cup with a bundle of book marks filling it up, all holding different constellations on them.

“I heard you grumble about running out of book marks last time you and the snake had your book talks, and you keep using your favourite cup so often it’s always in the dishwasher.” Virgil murmured “It’s not much but-”

“Thank you Virgil.”

Virgil looked down at the sticky present Remus gave him, before he sighed and snapped his fingers to make the paint dry, before he unwrapped it, cursing every piece of tape he found. Before he found a bag full of stim toys, he picked up a fidget cube the same size as a rubik's cube, instantly pressing all the buttons. Remus caught sight of it and grinned.

The evening found them all still in the living room, snuggled tight as they watched the Polar express, Logan’s request. In queue was the first Grinch movie, A Christmas Carol, The Nutcracker, and several other Christmas movies.

Thomas felt warm and content, tomorrow he would have the “real” celebration with his family, eating his fathers food and spending time with his mom. but for now, now he would bask in the calm that came, all the sides cuddled together. Somehow Logan had found his way into Janus’s blanket, hugging around the snake like side as the two leaned against Thomas’s side. Patton took up his other side, as Remus sat on the floor, purring as Patton played with his hair. Roman and Virgil sprawled on the remaining sides, Roman having the weighted lion lying on top of him acting as a weight blanket. while Virgil absently fiddled with the stim toys in the bag Remus gave him.

Thomas smiled, only to blink when a clementine was dropped on his lap, he picked it up looking around, no one else was around, Thomas turned it over to find how “Hi” had been carved out from the skin. as well as a smirking smiley. Thomas huffed and rolled his eyes.

“He’ll show his face sometime...” Janus mumbled into his shoulder making Thomas glance at him, to see how Janus was looking at the clementine he was holding. “He’s just going to be a cryptid first.” A snort left Thomas and he chuckled, returning his attention to the TV

“Yeah.”

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mimssides · 3 years

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Drawing Unicorns And Train Wrecks: Part 5

Part 4 | Epilog (AO3)

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Remus clung to Janus with a satisfied grin and Janus pressed a kiss on top of his head and rocked him a little back and forth for a little longer until the little boy wiggled himself out of his friend’s grip.

“You want to get down?” Janus asked tenderly and already loosened his grip.

Remus nodded eagerly and then jumped from Janus’s lap. With quick steps Remus ran across the room towards the couch and Roman turned himself around on Logan’s lap, who realized what was coming next. With hold up hands he leaned back, as Remus flung himself against his brother and the two crashed into Logan’s chest in a giggling mess. Careful Logan tried to steady the boys, so neither would fall off him only to be snapped at as he touched Roman’s upper arm.

“He’s my Roman!” Remus exclaimed loudly and pulled Roman towards himself.

Slightly surprised Logan blinked and observed the pouting child for a moment, while Roman snickered uncontrollably. Then Logan’s expression grew uncharacteristically soft and he told Remus: “I’m not taking him away from you, Remus. I wanted to make sure neither of you falls off my lap. Excuse me not warning you.”

Remus pressed his lips together for a moment before he cautiously gave in: “Alright. I’ll accept the apology.”

“Thank you. You are most generous, Your Grace.”

At the title Remus’s eyes lit up and he beamed at Logan with full force. Logan and Virgil had to restrain themselves from cooing over him, when Remus proudly pointed out to Roman that Logan had just used his title, which was a lot cooler than his.

“Not true! Your Royal Highness is a fine title!” Roman argued only for Remus to stick his tongue out.

The boys wrestled for a moment on Logan’s lap, before they started giggling again and fell into each other’s arms. Carefully, Logan made sure they wouldn’t fall of, Virgil inching closer to the three as well and helping Logan keeping those two rascals safe.

Meanwhile Janus and Patton walked across the room and settled next to Logan and Virgil’s sides watching the twins fondly. They hadn’t seen either twin being so relaxed in a shocking amount of time and none of the four grown-ups was going to interrupted them. They understood that they needed this and they were willing to do whatever it took to prolong their time to lie back and relax a little more.

“We should play something else!” it came at once from Remus.

Roman excitedly nodded and said: “Were you thinking of dress up?”

Logan, Virgil and Janus grimaced at the idea in horror. They would do anything but rather not dress up at the twins’ whims.

“No, that’s no fun! They are not good actors! I want to play with them too!”

“Hey!” Janus exclaimed offendedly, which made Virgil snicker and Remus beam even more.

He had made Gily laugh! The first great success! Yay!

Excitedly, Remus jumped from Logan’s lap on Virgil and hugged him tightly. A little surprised Virgil patted Remus’s back and ruffled through his hair when the little boy stood on his legs looked over to his brother with a triumphant smile. Roman rolled his eyes but the smile in his face betrayed him and made it quite clear that he was happy for his brother. And as the brothers looked at each other the had an epiphany.

“Drawing unicorns and train wrecks!”

Within seconds the boys had jumped off Logan and Virgil and skidded over the floor towards the dining table where Remus had left his crayons. Filled with energy they took the papers and crayons and ran back to the couch looking at the four grown-ups expectantly.

Uncertain Patton looked from the others, who were just as clueless as he was, to the twins and asked: “I’m sorry but what is ‘Drawing unicorns and train wrecks’ exactly?”

Eagerly Roman clapped his hands and said: “It’s a game! You tell a story about a unicorn and a train wreck and we draw it!”

“Yeah!” Remus chimed in jumping up and down. “We used to do it together and I drew Roman’s stories and he mine but now you all can tell stories and we can draw them and then decide which’s is the best! It is going to be awesome!”

“I’m not sure if I follow?” Virgil stammered.

“But it’s super easy!” Roman claimed with a pout.

“You just have to tell a story with a unicorn in it,” Remus explained eagerly, “and a train crash has to happen so there’s a train wreck, of course!”

“And no blood. There isn’t supposed to be any blood,” Roman added somewhat shyly.

“But it’s okay when someone dies-”

“Just not the unicorn!”

“Yeah, not the unicorn but and no blood but a little dying is okay.”

“Yeah, a little dying is fine! It’s a train crash, after all.”

After that explanation the twins looked at each other and nodded in deep understanding and agreement. The four other sides did not know what to think of that. Or better said, three sides didn’t know what to think. Logan knew very well what he was thinking about this game.

“I do not think that I will be good at this game. Improvisation games are not my area of expertise,” Logan said and got both boys to look at him.

Remus scrunched his nose and was about to tell Logan to just try at least, when Roman piped up and said to Remus: “He’s right. And also, Lo is a very sore loser so it won’t be fun if he’s losing.”

“I beg your par-” Logan tried to intervene but got cut off by Remus ignoring him and instead addressing Roman.

“So, we need to give him a different task... What about referee!”

“Oh yes!” Roman agreed excitedly. “Lo ‘s a great referee! He can help us decide which story is the best!”

The twins smiled happily with their decision and looked in unison over to Logan. The logical side was a little overwhelmed with the kids’ energy but found himself slowly nodding and not a moment later being pulled up on his feet by the two boys. Casually they pulled him along and told him to sit down between them, which he did without resistance. The twins then prepared their colouring pencils and distributed blank pages among each other, as the grown-ups watched them puzzledly.

“Now,” Roman cleared his throat and addressed his fellow sides, “let’s start the preparations, shall we? Remus, Logan and I shall discuss the criteria of what makes a good story and you get time to think about what kind of story you’ll present us. Is that clear? Are there questions?”

Virgil, Patton and Janus looked at each other unsure what to say. But then again, the twins had been pretty straight forward with the explanations. There were no questions left and they couldn’t possibly do anything against Roman’s big pleading eyes or Remus’s pouty lip.

And so, Virgil said with a slight sigh: “Nah, I think we’ve got it, Your Royal Highness.”

For a moment Roman faltered a little. Virgil wasn’t mocking him. He had genuinely used his title. He pressed his lips together and smiled. Smiled widely and tried the tears not to roll over his cheeks. In a flash he had turned around completely and sat down in front of Logan, while Remus was climbing on the teachers lap and the three began to discuss what was the most important about a ‘Unicorn and Train Wreck’ story.

The wet sparkle in Roman’s eyes didn’t go unnoticed by Virgil. But he kept himself from saying anything but could not focus on figuring out a good story, as his eyes still were stuck on the small prince. On Roman. His friend. His friend who had come to him with so much anxiety in his bones and fear clouding his mind, just because he wanted to ask for help. His friend, who had very probably regressed before but had never come to them to ask for help.

His friend, who was now a little and adorable and had turned back around and asked them who wanted to start with telling a story. Virgil panicked a little but to his luck Patton raised his hand and volunteered to start.

“I hope this is what you imagined,” Patton said with a little smile and then began to tell his story. “Once upon a time there was a kind, little unicorn named Tommy. He had a few very close unicorn friends and they loved to play with each other. For his birthday Tommy had gotten a new train set, because he was a good unicorn, and he and his friends decided to play with it. His friend, uh – unicorn Greg, wanted to play wild west and took a unicorn LEGO figures to play as the bandits of the story. They blocked the rails and the train crashed terribly. A few of the passengers bonked their heads and had scraped knees because they fell from the crash. Needless to say, that they were very scared when the bandits came to rob them! But their luck there was Tommy’s friend, eh – Tammie, who played the brave cowboy who came and saved the passengers from getting robbed and helped them getting safely to the next town. And that is the story how Tommy and his friends played happily together and let their play train crash.”

Patton finished and smiled as Roman clapped happily. Logan just raised his eyebrows and Remus scrunched his nose but began to take a paper and draw what Patton had told them. Roman joined just a moment later and the boys were quiet for a few minutes. When they finished, they put the papers to the side so neither could see the other’s and asked who would continue with the story. Janus sighed and volunteered to go next.

“It was a dark and stormy night near the cost. The train tracks ran along the shore and the passengers saw the water looking like a grand void stretch out up until the horizon. It was still. Too still. The water drew back at the beach and suddenly the train stopped. A baby was crying. And then there was the sound of stomping. Getting louder and louder. Stomping hooves. A father looked out of the window and saw the silhouettes of a stampede of unicorns coming right at them riding a humongous wave coming towards the cost. But when he understood what was going to happen it was already too late. The wave reached the land and broke. Broke and enveloped the train and it’s passengers in its darkness to feed the unicorns’ hunger for tragedy and blood.”

“I will have to take points away from you because you mentioned blood in your story,” Logan said while Roman pressed himself against Logan’s leg.

Remus on the other hand seemed pretty psyched but tried to not show it too much because he saw how much the story had scared Roman. Janus pressed his lips together and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He looked to the side to not show the little tint of shame in his face to have forgotten how sensitive the little prince could be.

“It’s okay. It wasn’t really there. We should draw now,” Roman said and took a new paper to draw Janus’s story.

Again a few minutes of silence followed. Logan was watching both boys closely and Patton came to sit next to him on the floor carefully patted Roman’s back as the boy drew and felt how he slowly lost the tension in his back. And when they finally finished it was Virgil’s turn to go and tell the next story.

Uncertain Virgil looked to both twins and then to Logan, who gave him a shrug and lastly Patton, who showed him a thumbs up. Ready or not, it was his turn now.

“Uh, so there are these maglev trains, right? So, in the big magical metropolis – uh, Lavenia they opened a new maglev train line. And like, the people were very excited because the tracks went above the normal streets and you could see over the city and all. So, the first train ride was fully occupied with mostly rich and powerful people and a few normal people, who had won tickets over a contest. Anyway, the drive began and everything was fine. That was until an evil magician appeared, who was pissed over the train construction committee which had not considered him as magical council for the project, and blasted a giant fireball into the train rails just before a curve. The train was too fast and there was no time for them to stop and the train shot over the rails directly towards a huge skyscraper. The train would certainly crash and kill whoever was in there. But in the last wagon, where the ticket winners were, a young woman had ushered all off them together. She was a witch and determined to safe at least them even if it meant for her to overexert herself and die. Her, uh, will to self-sacrifice was heard by the most magical creature in the city and the mighty unicorn, uhm, Jeff(?) lent the witch his powers for a few moments, which made her powerful enough to evacuate all the people in the train and the skyscraper. She was celebrated as a great heroine and, uh, gifted the unicorn her most favourite hat. Jeff appreciated it a lot.”

The twins’ eyes were glowing. Excitedly, they babbled about the fireball and the most awesome unicorn in history as they grabbed the crayons and drew their last pictures eagerly. A bit baffled Virgil watched and listened to the twins. Who would have thought he could create something they would enjoy?

“So, now,” Logan said gently when the boys had finished, “shall we go to decide which story is the best?”

Roman and Remus nodded and made Logan stand up and walk away from the others with them to decide, who should win. The three remaining sides watched Logan crouching down and nodding along as the two boys quite seriously talked about the stories they had made up on the spot. Somehow, they started to get nervous the longer the three talked and shared nervous glances between each other until Logan gave a final nod to the boys and walked over with them.

Seriously, Logan cleared his throat and announced: “My co-councils and I have talked about your stories and came to a decision to, who will be the winner of the best story. Patton, while you got all the criteria right and had a pleasant narrating style, the story was a bit-”

“Bland!” Remus threw in and Logan nodded reticently.

“Yes. Also, there was no real train wreck to speak of, which bothered Remus a little. Now, Janus; Your story was the one with the most enticing story telling. Good atmosphere and wording. All criteria were met but it got a little dark and as mentioned before the blood should have been left out completely, even though Roman is now fine with it.”

Janus nodded, badly hiding the regret in his eyes. It only eased away a little when Roman smiled at him and he felt that the little boy had forgiven him for it.

“Now Virgil,” Logan continued and Virgil felt himself tensing up, “your story fulfilled all the criteria, and while your narrating style was more casual and you stumbled at some points it was certainly the one my co-councils enjoyed the most.”

“There was magic!”

“And fireballs!”

“Witches and angry mages!”

“And Jeff the unicorn!”

Logan couldn’t keep himself from smiling and told Virgil: “Which means that you are the winner of the contest.”

Before Virgil could react in any way, he saw how a mischievous glint flicker in the boys’ eyes and instinctively leaned back even before Roman and Remus started to run towards him and shouted: “And winners get tickle hugs!”

Virgil had no chance. The twins overwhelmed him completely and he found himself laying on his back laughing uncontrollably with one twin tickling his sides and sitting on his belly and on sitting on his legs and tickling his feet. All the whining and complaining didn’t get him anywhere and it only stopped when he almost tumbled off the couch and Patton as well ac Janus just caught him in the right moment before dropping on the floor. Finally, Virgil got a glimpse of the twin of his belly, and saw Roman yawning. Quickly, Virgil used his chance and sat up, letting Roman flopping down into his lap and tussle his hair a little.

The boy pouted and Virgil asked with a smirk: “Did that power you out, bud?”

“No!” Roman protest and yawned promptly again.

Meanwhile Remus climbed up Virgil’s legs to sit next to Roman and wanted to laugh at Roman only to start yawn himself. Fondly Virgil chuckled and tussled Remus’s hair as well.

“What about watching a movie? Do you think cuddling up on the couch and watching a movie would be fun now?” Virgil asked and got eager nods from both of them.

Logan was about to interrupt and add that they had to rank the pictures still, but Patton kept him from it and Janus got up to set up the TV as Virgil made himself comfortable on the couch, with Remus koala hugging him around the waist. Roman had slipped off him and planted himself on Logan as soon as the sat down next to Virgil. Patton took the place next to Logan after he handed out a few blankets and smiled as he saw Remus slip into Virgil’s hoodie and Virgil burying the two of them in the blanket as well.

“Which movie will it be?” Janus asked and looked to the boys.

Roman and Remus shared a look and Roman said looking up to Virgil: “You’ve won so you get to decide.”

“Uh, okay… Uhm… Atlantis?” Virgil said uncertainly and relaxed when he saw Roman’s smile broaden.

Janus grinned and put the movie on. Gallantly, he walked back and sat down next to Virgil, since Remus made grabby hands for him. Reluctantly Janus slid closer to Virgil and petted Remus’s head for a bit.

Then Virgil lifted the blanket he had buried them under and shot Janus a look. A come-on-move-closer-look. With a lump in his throat Janus moved closer and took the blanket from Virgil’s hand to tuck himself in with the anxious side and the kid chaos king.

Patton watched them with a tear in the edge of his eyes and then leaned his head against Logan’s as the movie began. Silently, they watched for a good half hour. The story was interesting and it was not one of those they watched too often, which was a nice change of pace.

But when the submarines crashed and Virgil had looked down to the little bundle in his hoodie he quietly announced: “Mine has fallen asleep.”

He looked up over to Logan and saw how the teacher cradled a sleeping Roman in his arms and Patton watching the small boy fondly.

“Who would have thought that they can power themselves out?” Janus commented and Virgil snorted a little.

“They’ve done a lot today, haven’t they?”

Patton’s voice was soft and heavy and the three other sides felt the silent remorse oozing from the dad side. Lightly Logan leaned against him, caught his look and smiled faintly before looking over to Janus and Virgil. They were huddled close together, Remus in their midst and Logan understood that this was needed. Needed in the process of healing. And so, he decided to make a suggestion.

“Let’s finish the movie. You have won to watch it after all Virgil. Then we can let them sleep and talk. Is that an agreeable proposal?”

It was. Patton nodded and leaned his head against Logan’s as Virgil too moved closer to him and Janus followed suit.

It was warm. It was what they needed. And so they kept watching how Milo found Atlantis as the twins slumbered in their laps and old wounds slowly started to heal.

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evescole · 6 years

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Holiday Happiness // Peter Parker

okay yay i got an overwhelming response with the previous spider-man imagine so here’s another one :-)

you can find my masterlist here

word count: 2,127

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

warnings: fluffy fluff fluff

summary: you help the parkers prepare for the most wonderful time of the year

Christmas was hands down your favorite holiday out of the year. New York never failed to overly decorate the streets and bring the cheer to the city. The Avengers Tower was always placed in your capable hands to be decorated top to bottom and you never disappointed.

You had just finished hanging lights around the kitchen area as your phone buzzed on the counter, interrupting your Christmas jam session. You continued to sing as you stepped down from the ladder and made your way to your phone to see a text message from your boyfriend, Peter Parker.

Spidey Love <3

wanna come over and help decorate?

You smiled to yourself before typing out that you would be there soon. You paused your music and moved the step ladder out of the way. Looking around the kitchen, you felt a little proud by your decorating skills. Surely the Parker family would enjoy them as well.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. will you tell Dad that I left? I’m heading to Peter’s house to decorate,” You started heading towards to door as you spoke.

“Very well, Miss Stark. Tell Mister Parker your father says hello.”

You nodded to yourself as you disappeared out the doors, setting your course to Peter’s apartment that was a few blocks away. The wind whipped around you, blowing snow across the streets and around corners. You loved the snow. It was so pure, peaceful. It brought good memories from when you were a kid and you never wanted to forget them.

You quickly found yourself walking up to Peter’s door, shaking snow from your jacket. Your frozen hands knocked on the wooden door. You kicked your shoes back and forth, watching the snow fall from them in clumps.

“My, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” May smiled at you as she pulled the door open.

You smiled back. “Hi, May. How are you?”

She stepped aside to let you in. “Living the dream, darling. You know how it is.”

Your relationship with May was one of the best. You were like a daughter in her mind. She cared for you as much as she did with Peter and in her mind, you two were perfect for each other.

Her apartment never failed to make you feel at home. Candles lit up the walls as a fire burned in the corner, the scent of pine cones and cinnamon filling the air. Totes of Christmas decorations were piled up by the kitchen table and you couldn’t wait to get your hands on them.

May pulled your jacket from your shoulders as you tugged your boots from your feet, eyes landing on the couch. May followed your gaze, a chuckle leaving her mouth. “He crashed about an hour ago. Something about being up late last night doing who knows what. Feel free to wake him up.”

She waved you off before disappearing into the kitchen. A smile found its way to your face as you crossed the carpet. Peter Parker always managed to look handsome and cute at the same time. He was curled under the blanket you bought him for his birthday, his chest rising and falling in a timely pattern.

Pulling yourself up on the armrest, you gently sorted through his hair with your fingers. He didn’t wake up, just clutched the blanket tighter. You leaned down and kissed his forehead before standing back up and heading to the kitchen.

May looked up at your footsteps. “Wake him?”

“Nah.” You shook your head. “Let him sleep. He’ll wake up eventually. In the meantime, those cookies smell delicious.”

May closed the oven and set the fresh batch down. “They’re your favorite.”

You hummed in satisfaction as you reached around her to snag a warm one off the tray. “You’re the best,” You mumbled around the treat.

She rolled her eyes at you. “Let me throw this next batch in and then I’ll meet you in the hallway to start decorating.”

You nodded and left the kitchen, situating yourself next to the countless bins of decorations for the holiday. You started sorting the lights by color as you waited for May. Once you had all of those, you moved on to pull the ornaments out.

“How’s your father been?” May asked as she sat down next to you, beginning to empty the other tote.

You shrugged. “Same old, burying himself in work. I’m hoping since it’s the holidays, I’ll be able to get him away for a few hours but you know how he gets.”

She chuckled, “He’s determined, that man. How about school? Did that girl ever leave you alone?”

When you said you were close to May, you weren’t kidding. You told her everything, from top to bottom. Sometimes, she knew you better than your father did.

“Kind of. I know it’s going to start back up when break is over but I guess I’ll deal with it.” You pulled the last ornament out of its box.

“Or you come to me and I’ll handle it.” Peter sounded half asleep still as he got off the couch and walked towards you. “I’ll always defend you.”

He sat down right behind you, crossing his legs beneath him as you pressed a kiss to his temple. He rested his chin on your shoulder, watching the two of you go through the totes of things.

“Morning, sunshine,” May teased, eyes watching her nephew intently. “Sleep well?”

Peter nodded. “Yeah, feel much better now.”

“Good!” May clapped her hands. “Then you and Y/N can tackle the tree together while I decorate everything else.”

You watched her stand up. “May, are you sure? I can help with more than that.”

She shook her head. “I’ll let you know if I need you, darling. Just start there first.”

In the back of her mind, May knew the two of you would get distracted, whether it was by each other or food. The tree wouldn’t be finished before she was. That, she was sure of.

Time skip to an hour or two later, you and Peter were placing ornaments around the fake tree as Christmas music played in the background. May wasn’t kidding when she said she could handle the rest. Her bedroom, the bathroom, Peter’s room, and the kitchen had been covered in Christmas in the time it had taken you and Peter to put the tree up and get ornaments on it, breaking a few in the meantime but shhh. She doesn’t need to know that.

“Where’s the star at?” Peter spun around in a circle, trying to find the final object.

You held it up. “I wanna put it on!”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Good luck reaching it, Shortcake.”

“Peter.” May’s stern voice came from the kitchen, earning a groan from the young boy.

“Fine,” He huffed, “How exactly am I supposed to help her grow seven feet?”

May’s head poked out from the other room. “Aren’t you a cheesy teenager? Pick her up!”

Your cheeks went red at May’s words but Peter evidently took her suggestion because the next thing you knew, your head hit the ceiling.

“Ow!” You rubbed the injured part of your skull, lightly smacking your boyfriend. “Don’t be sour just because your aunt loves me more.”

Peter’s hands held your ankles tightly as you leaned forward to push the star on the top of the tree. When you finally got it up straight, you moved back to sit upright on Peter’s shoulders. Apparently, luck didn’t want to be on your side as you lost your balance. You felt gravity pull you down off your boyfriend’s back. A gasp of surprise left your mouth as you closed your eyes, bracing yourself for impact.

The floor never connected with your body. You opened one eye in disbelief, half expecting to smack on the floor. Peter’s face was right above yours, his arms keeping you from hitting the floor.

“You’re welcome for that one,” He teased, setting you back on your feet. Your hands wrapped around his arms as you gained your footing, letting out a sigh of relief.

May, hearing the sudden silence, poked her head back out. “You two okay?”

You took a deep breath before forcing a nod, almost scared into silence. Peter looked down at you and chuckled. “Spider got your tongue?”

You rolled your eyes, smacking him in the arm. “Oh, shut up, you. Now, come on! I have my present for you!”

Five minutes and a change of clothes later, you and Peter were snuggled up on the couch as gifts sat on the table. May had made you hot chocolate with a little splash of peppermint, just how you liked it. Peter’s blanket was strewn across your laps as you both sat facing each other on opposite sides of the couch.

“Here!” You reached over to hand him the wrapped box. “Open mine first.”

He set down his drink to take the box from your hands, eagerly tearing into the wrapping paper. His eyes lit up as he saw what you bought him, quickly glancing to make sure May wasn’t in the room.

“This is awesome!” He whispered as he held the box to face you. Yeah, you were cheesy and got him a Spider-Man Lego set for him to build with Ned. You knew he would love it.

You smiled. “They just came out with them the other day. Thought you’d like it.”

“Like it? I love it!” He continued to geek out over it before finally setting it down. He picked the small box off the table and held it out to you. “It’s nothing super big but I think you’ll like it.”

You took the box from his hands, unraveling the bow that was most likely tied by May. You set the silk ribbon in your lap before pulling the top off the black box. What was inside made your jaw drop. “Peter...this is-”

“It was my mom’s. May said it was in her old jewelry box when they cleaned everything out. It was apparently my grandma’s. She passed it down to my dad who gave it to Mom and now, I want you to have it.” Peter gave you a sheepish smile as he explained the object in your palm.

It was an oval shaped gold locket with a crystal moon and star engraved on the front. Using your nail, you popped the lock open to reveal a heart charm with yours and Peter’s initials on it.

“Oh, my God. Peter, I don’t even know what to say. It’s so gorgeous and I just…” You looked at the necklace as you started crying. You had never been so touched by someone’s thoughtfulness before and knowing the story behind the necklace just makes it so, so much better.

Peter caught sight of your tears. “No, no, no! Don’t cry. If you don’t like it, I can-”

You moved forward and kissed him, promptly shutting up his nervous rant. “Peter, happy tears, babe. I love it so much, you have no idea.”

He gently took the necklace from your palm before hooking it around your neck. His mom always said that he should give it to the girl he was going to marry and he just knew it would be you.

“Now my stupid gift looks cheesy so here.” You reached behind the pillow to pull out a larger box. Truth be told, the Lego set was something small to start off with. Your dad was involved in the bigger present.

Peter watched you wipe your tears away with a smile on his face as he began tearing through the wrapping paper again. When his eyes caught the familiar symbol on the box, he couldn’t believe it.

“You didn’t.” He ripped the rest of the paper aggressively, revealing the new laptop box to you.

You shrugged. “Dad was in on this one too. It was his idea. I just took care of what’s on it.”

Suddenly, his strong arms were around you, pulling you into his lap. “I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it! Thank you!”

You smiled, wrapping yourself closer to him. “Anything for you, love.”

Despite his excitement to break out the new laptop, he adjusted the blanket around you, holding you impossibly closer. That’s how May found you hours later, completely buried in each other’s embrace, happy smiles on your sleepy figures. Her eyes caught the necklace resting on your chest, sending chills through her. She just smiled and clicked the light off, lightly walking into her own bedroom.

If anyone was going to hold her nephew’s heart the way it deserved to be, it was going to be you. That, May was absolutely sure of.

#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker #avengers imagine #spider-man x reader #spider-man: homecoming #spider-man #tom holland #tom holland imagine #christmas imagine #may parker #x reader #reader insert #dad!tony #tony stark #marvel universe #marvel

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catching-kisses · 6 years

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6/22/18 15 months old! Maddie can say a few more words now. Her vocabulary at this point: mama, dada, baba (bottle), no, this, hi, yeah, shoe, and dog. They don’t sound 100% correct but we can tell what she means. She has a couple others that she’s working on, but she doesn’t use them consistently yet. She runs and can nearly somersault. She climbs onto things and climbs down on her own. She can walk up stairs and goes back down backwards usually unless she’s holding my hand and walks down. She loves to hug and kiss her stuffed animals. Her dexterity is improving and she can manipulate objects to do what she wants much better than she could at 12 months. She can scoop food with a spoon, but doesn’t do it often and doesn’t feed herself with the spoon. She throws mini tantrums when she doesnt get what she wants. Usually that means stomping her feet and complaining at us but sometimes she cries “nah, nah, nah,” which is how she says no, and then sits down. She still wakes through the night and we sleep together on a floor bed in her room most of the night. She likes to sing along with rock a bye baby and twinkle twinkle little star. She can independently climb up and slide down slides. Her eating habits are becoming more child-like. She has preferences and when she’s in the mood for something that’s all she’ll eat. She has a 6oz bottle of whole milk about once a day, some days she skips it. She’s still nursing anywhere from 4-6 times a day and also throughout the night. She naps well on her own. Usually she’ll sleep for 60-90 minutes and then wake up and I’ll put her back to sleep for another hour. She loves to open and close things. Doors, cabinets, drawers, her toy picnic basket, anything. When she does something that she’s proud of she claps her hands and kinda says “yay” but it’s more of a “yaaa” or “aaah” vocalization. I don’t count it as a word yet. She brushes her teeth pretty well on her own and loves doing it. I still give them a quick scrub after to be sure they’re all clean. Speaking of teeth, she has 12! Her canines are next but I don’t think they’ll be coming in anytime soon. She still loves music and dancing. She likes reading more now but still mostly loves turning the pages. She’ll give me a book to read and sit with me while I read it even if I don’t let her turn the pages. She likes toy cars, legos, and markers. I’m pretty sure she’s right handed because whenever she colors she uses her right hand. She’ll have a crayon in each hand and use the right almost every time. If she has a crayon in the left but her right is empty most times she’ll switch it into her right. She laughs when someone else laughs. She smacks her lips to tell us she’s hungry or when something tastes good. She tries to click her tongue to copy me She moves her fingers to try to snap but it’s very uncoordinated. Stranger danger is worse now, but if you give her time she’ll warm up to the person. She’s very clingy with Artur and I. She loves my MIL and my sister nearly as much as Artur and I She’s grown so much on the last few months. She’s still my little baby even though she’s absolutely a toddler now.

#mcs #personal #baby update

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bazypitchandsimonsnow · 6 years

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Christmas Presents (Children Part 6)

Rating: T

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 3341

Summary: Christmas morning with all the Snow-PItch extended family there.

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Simon

“Daddy? Daddy? Daddy?”

I crack a single eye open. It’s still dark out, but there’s a sunshine bright grin right in front of my face. His dark blue eyes are lit up with joy. I try to smile as much as I can, considering I just woke up.

“Morning Ebb,” I mumble. “What is it?”

“It’s 6am. You said we could come get you up at 6am.”

I sigh heavily. “Yes, we did tell you that, didn’t we? Where’s your sister!”

“Christmas, Christmas, Christmas!” Tasha shouts as she runs in and jumps on our bed. I’m jolted up violently with the first bounce, making me wheeze. She marches back and forth across our mattress. Baz groans and puts a pillow over his head.

“Five more minutes,” he grumbles

“Papaaaaa!” Tasha whines. “You have to get up! It’s Christmas!”

I chuckle, rubbing his back. “Well kids, Papa had too much ‘grown up drink’ last night at dinner and he’s not feeling so great.”

“Awww, Papa!” Tasha flops down on top of him. “Don’t be sad, it’s Christmas. No one should be sad on Christmas.”

"Yeah," Ebb chimes in, crawling up over me to see him and digging a knee into my lungs (wonderful). "No sadness on Christmas. Not allowed."

Baz chuckles, rolling over to hug them both properly. He strokes her curly black ponytail and holds Ebb’s little hand. “Don’t worry, little puffs, I’m not sad. Just a bit groggy. How about you two go wake up everyone else while Daddy and I get ready?”

“Okay!” Tasha chirps. They both slide to the floor takes her hand. “I’ll go to Aunt Penny and Uncle Micah’s. And you go to Aunt Agatha’s. Okay, Ebb?”

“Okay!” He replies. They run off together giggling. I prop up on my elbow to smirk down at him.

“You’re so evil,” I whisper playfully.

He grins wide, obviously pleased with himself. “You did marry a plotting vampire, Snow.”

“Yeah, and after all these years you’ve still got it.”

“Damn right.” He leans up and quickly presses his lips against mine. His smile soft and warm and everything I could ever want. “Merry Christmas, Simon.”

I tap my forehead against his. “Merry Christmas, love.”

“Gah! Tasha! Stop jumping!” Penny’s voice carries perfectly from down the hall.

“For Crowley’s sake, Ebb, I’m up, I’m up,” Agatha moans.

Baz and I both giggle like schoolboys who’ve pulled off the ultimate prank. “Santa should’ve given us both coal,” I say.

“Hm, you may have a point. But...”

“Stop shaking me, Tash!” Gil groan-yells.

Baz chuckles lowly. “It’s too funny.”

I laugh with him. “Agreed.”

We gather in our flat’s living room. Tasha, Ebb, and Gil sit on the floor next to the tree, whispering to each other giddily. I go around to the adults with much needed morning coffee.

“Morning, Pen,” I say with large shit eating grin as I pour. She stares daggers at me through frizzy green bangs.

“Your children are nightmares,” she grumbles.

“And your child has thrown up on me six times over his life. Call it payback.”

She grunts and sips her coffee. I pour for Micah too, who gives me a brief glare over his own mug. Even his usually pleasant demeanor is overridden by tiredness. Next I stop at Agatha. She came all the way from California to spend Christmas eve and Christmas day with us. But from the look of murder in her eyes she may be regretting it.

“Merry Christmas, Ags,” I say cheerily.

“I was right,” she mutters, “you did have demon spawn.”

“Yup! You should see them on April Fool’s. They’re lethal.”

“Aleister Crowley, no thank you.”

“Daddy?” Ebb asks from the floor. “Can we open presents now?”

“Yeah, we want presents,” Gil adds loudly (he’s still pretty loud even at twelve.)

“Gil,” Micah says sternly. “Manners.”

Gil groans. “Can we open presents now, please?”

“In one minute,” Baz says from behind the camera. He’s been setting up his tripod for the last five minutes. “I want to get a good picture.”

Agatha puts a hand to her heart. “Aw Basilton, you’ve gotten so sentimental in your old age.”

“I’m only a month older than you, Wellbelove.”

“Still, it’s so cute. Tasha, Ebb, your father is adorable. No matter how scary he is, always remember that.”

“That’s what Daddy calls him!” Tasha giggles. “He also calls him hot, and se-”

Gil claps a hand over her mouth (he's old enough to be aware, thank Merlin,) just as I choke on my coffee. If Baz had more blood in his system, his face would be beet red. Penelope tries to contain her snickers unsuccessfully. Agatha doesn’t even try. Micah just looks away and drinks his coffee.

“Let’s take the fu- darn picture,” Baz mutters. He sits next to me and whispers in my ear. “We need to watch our conversations around the children better, Snow.”

“Apparently.”

“Light’s blinking,” Micah says. “Everyone say cheese!”

“Cheese!”

The flash goes off with all of us smiling. Ebb tugs on my pants. “Can we open presents now, Daddy?”

I ruffle his dark curly hair. “Sure thing, love. You and Tasha and Gil can hand them out.”

“Yay!”

The three kids start handing out presents. Penelope receives a tea cozy from me and a necklace from Micah, both of which she loves. She and Baz exchange books, of course, as they have on every Christmas for years. Gil gets a new chemistry set from Baz and I, as he blew up his last one. Weirdly, Agatha and Baz give each other small Troye Sivan posters. They give each other a strange knowing look. Penelope and Micah gift me with cherry oven mitts. Baz groans at them with a slight smile at them. Agatha gives me a pile of American chocolate, because she knows I love it. In exchange, I give her a new book on horses she'll certainly love. Tasha gives everyone each a small book she wrote herself, and Ebb gives us some of his favourite rocks from his rock collection. Ebb gets more Legos to add to his already enormous collection, and Tasha gets lots of books from both everyone. She buries her nose in them immediately.

Once all the gifts are open, I turn to Baz with a questioning look. He nods.

“Tasha,” I say, making her look up from her novel, “come up here for a second.”

“Okay.” She puts down Harry Potter and scrambles up in between us. I carefully tuck a stray piece of her black hair behind her ear instinctively. It’s familiar, comforting me for this ensuing conversation. “What is it?”

“Darling,” Baz starts, “we’d like to give you one more present.” He reaches behind the sofa and pulls out the thin, wrapped present.

Tasha eagerly rips the paper off. She looks at it confused. “What’s this? It looks like Daddy’s wand.”

Her observation isn’t incorrect. The wand is very similar to Baz’s, white bone with a leather handle. “Yes, it does,” I say. “This was your grandmother’s wand.”

“The one I’m named after?”

“Yes, Papa’s mother, Natasha Grimm-Pitch. She was a very good mage, and she was headmistress at a special school just for mages. Like you and Ebb and Papa.”

Tasha furrows her brow. “Okay? Why are you telling me?”

“Because,” Baz chimes in, “we were wondering if you would like to go that school eventually. It’s called Watford. A lot of mages go there. You would learn how to use your magic better up there, and you’d need your own wand to do so. Hence, we’re giving you your grandmother’s wand.”

“What’s Watford like? Did you go there? Is it nice?”

Oh shit. Baz and I give each other a nervous look. Penelope and Agatha share the same expressions. We all know Tasha is still too young for the whole story of our time at Watford. Me and Baz have talked about it about a bit when needed, but with none of the truly gory details. I honestly don’t know what to tell her.

“Sweetheart,” Agatha says softly, sliding to the floor in front of Tasha, “to be perfectly honest, no, it wasn’t nice when your Dads, Aunt Penny, and I went. There was a lot of bad stuff going on that we unfortunately got involved in. Even though we didn’t want to.” Tasha’s face scrunches up, along with my heart. I open my mouth to speak, but Agatha puts a single finger up to stop me. “But, it’s not like that now. It’s much nicer. All the bad stuff is gone, mostly thanks to your Dads and Aunt Penny and Aunt Penny’s Mum. She was headmistress for years after a very bad man and she fixed what he did.”

Penelope moves to sit next to Agatha, putting a hand on Tasha’s knee. “Yeah, there’s nothing bad there now, we promise. My Mum got rid of his bad things, but kept the few good things. You can go there and learn to use your magic and have fun with other little magicians just like you. Funny enough, the current headmistress is a woman named Trixie. And I know for a fact she’s very nice, because we were roommates at Watford. She’s a bit high strung, sure, but she makes sure Watford stays a pleasant place to be now. Gil can tell you, he’s in his second year there.”

“Yeah!” Gil shouts, popping up from the ground. “It’s great. There are so many other mages there all together. It’s unlike anywhere else. Also you get to live in a dorm with a roommate, and there are really fun and interesting classes. Oh, and the food there is the best. Especially the sour cherry scones.”

“Agreed, Gil!” I say, earning a soft chuckle from the others.

Baz puts an arm around Tasha and she leans into him. “So, little puff, what do you think?”

She looks up at him with big round hazel eyes. “Do I hafta go?”

“No, no of course not. You only have to go if you want to. Neither Daddy or I will force you.”

I rub her back up and down, something I’ve done to comfort her for years. “It’s your choice, love. We’ll support you matter what. Promise.”

She turns the wand over in her hands, lips twisting in contemplation. “Will I live there? Away from home?”

“Yes. But we can come visit you or you can visit us on weekends. And mobiles are allowed now, so you can call us anytime you like. Plus, Gil will be there, so you’ll know at least one person. It’s still up to you, though. Whatever you want, darling.”

“Do I hafta choose right now?”

“No,” Baz says. “Not right at this moment. You wouldn’t even have to go there for another two years.”

She nods slowly, just like Baz does when he’s thinking. “Okay. I’ll think about it.”

“That’s great, love.”

Tasha holds up her wand. “Can I keep this though?”

“Sure. Just be careful. It’s quite old and very precious to our family.”

“Of course.” She jumps to the floor with flair. “Ebby! Gilly! Let’s go play in the snow! I’m really good at those kinda spells.”

The two boys look at us for permission. Baz, Penelope, Micah and I all nod. They jump up and follow Tasha to the coat rack. Baz sighs, just a little wistfully.

“I’ll go watch them,” he says. “Make sure they don’t blow anything up, or reveal magic to Normals.”

I pat his shoulder. “Good plan, love.”

They all bundle up and shuffle out the door. I let out a shaky breath and relax against the sofa. That conversation had been terrifying me for months. Penny grabs my hand, and I squeeze it once firmly.

“That,” I sigh, “went much better than I thought it would.”

Agatha nods. “Yeah. I was worried she was going to freak out more about possibly living there.”

“Me too. But despite her volume level and rambunctiousness, she’s a lot like Baz, very logical. She knows living there doesn’t mean we’re abandoning her.”

“You think she’ll end up wanting to go, though?” Penelope asks.

I shrug, shoulders coming up to my ears.”Maybe. She seems to like the idea of learning more about magic, but she’s still wary. We’ll see, I guess. It’s up to her.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.” She tugs me up. “Let’s see what those hooligans are up to now.”

We all go to the window facing the terrace. They’re all standing in corner away from most of the other apartments so they’re mostly hidden. The still dim sunlight helps. Tasha is whipping up a trail of snowflakes and making it dance in figure eights in the air. Baz catches it from her with his own wand, making his own patterns. Gil uses his magic to help a giddy Ebb build a snowman. My family is absolutely fantastic.

“Hey, Simon,” Micah says, voice wondering. “If Tasha has Headmistress Grimm-Pitch’s old wand, what are you gonna give Ebb?”

I laugh slightly. This is something Baz and I have already discussed. “Well, we actually still have my old one, so he’ll get that. He’ll probably use it better than me.”

“Definitely,” Agatha says with a shit eating grin. We all laugh. I knock her shoulder. Okay, my family is full of arseholes, but they’re fucking great.

After hours of chatting, playing with presents, and spell casting practice for Tasha, we eat Christmas dinner together. With lots of wonderful noise. We have to tell Tasha to put her new wand down to eat (something she does very reluctantly). Gil regales us all with tales of his Watford antics. He’s not fighting a super villain like we did, but he likes to play pranks with his roommate. They’ve got some good ones. Like replacing the sugar in the kitchen with salt, or releasing snakes at a school picnic. Ebb, Natasha and I howl with laughter. The others rolls their eyes while shaking their heads.

“He’s done well, but it’s no chimera,” Baz whispers in my ear. It sends me into another fit of cackling.

Eventually, the sky gets dark, and we gather around the gas fireplace together with hot chocolate. Baz gets out his violin, and Micah gets out his guitar. They take turns between playing and singing. Micah’s voice is full and warm, strangely complementing Baz’s usual eerie violin tune. Baz’s melodious singing tone weirdly goes with his guitar strumming. Penelope tries to join in at one point. But she has a truly terrible voice, and it just sends us all into giggles, even her.

At Penelope’s off key rendition of Jingle Bells, Ebb tugs at my sleeve. His eyelids are drooping heavily.

“Daddy, I’m tired. Can I go to bed?”

“Sure thing, sweetie.”

Tasha leans against me, cheek pressed into my bicep. “Me too, Daddy. I’m all Christmased out.”

“Perfectly understandable, love. It’s been a long day. Baz? Little help?”

Baz puts down his violin immediately. “Sure thing.”

I scoop up Ebb, his little arms wrapping around my neck. Baz takes Tasha as she’s heavier and he has vampire strength. We walk them carefully up the stairs. With lots of effort and help from us, they get changed into their pyjamas. Ebb falls asleep clutching his dragon stuffie that Tasha passed down to him a few years ago. I gently close the door behind him, just as Baz does the same in Tasha’s room. We turn to each other with matching smiles.

“Tasha tried to cuddle the wand to sleep,” he chuckles.

“Merlin,” I sigh, “even if she doesn’t go to Watford, she certainly loves magic just as much as you.”

“Very true.”

I let out a long yawn. “Y’know, I think I’m Christmassed out too.”

Baz yawns too. “I’m feeling quite sleepy. Let’s say goodnight and get to bed.”

“Sounds good.”

We tell the others that we’re off to bed. Micah says a kind goodnight. Penelope half heartedly waves, as she’s also falling asleep. Agatha calls us old men while dozing on our couch. (She’s immune to irony.) Gil is already passed out on the floor on one of our throw pillows.

Baz and I go through our usual evening routines then crawl into bed together. The warm blanket feels perfect after a long day. I let the heat of it whisk me off into comfortable sleep. But as I’m drifting off, Baz shakes my shoulder.

“Hey, Snow,” he whispers, “don’t fall asleep just yet. I still haven’t given you your Christmas present.”

“Mm,” I grumble. “Gimme it tomorrow like always.”

“Snow.”

“Ugh, fine.” I sit up, glaring at him as best I can. “What is it? If it’s sex, I’m too tired.”

“No, it’s not sex, you dirty minded git. It’s this.” He hands me a folded piece of thick paper.

I sit up against the headboard and unfold it. My eyes go wide. It’s...me. A sketch of me done in pencil. I’m sleeping on a desk, head pillowed in my folded arms. It’s from Watford, as I’m in my uniform and my hair is much longer. I turn to Baz with my mouth hanging open. He’s smiling in that kind, soft way he only really does around me and our kids.

“Wha...what is this?” I whisper.

“While I was getting my mother’s wand at Hampshire, I came across this in my old room. I went through a drawing phase in sixth year. And, well, I mostly drew you, as I was...”

“Terribly obsessed with me?” I quirk an eyebrow.

He swats my shoulder. “Shut up, you were just as obsessed with me. Anyway, most of my sketches were shite, but this one was pretty good. You look pretty cute. Drooling all over your desk.”

“I don’t drool!”

“Sorry, love, you definitely do.”

I humph and turn back to the sketch. It’s not perfect, but it’s rough in a way that’s beautiful. Sort of fascinating in it’s rawness. I can really tell it’s by Baz. He focused heavily on my freckles and moles (he loves them) and my wild curly hair. It makes me sort of want to grow it back. I love it, so much.

I turn to Baz, cupping his cheek. “It’s wonderful, Baz. Thank you.”

“Welcome, darling. Happy Christmas.” He leans forward and kisses me. Our lips move slowly, but we smile between every peck. I feel it all the way down to my toes.

When we pull apart, I carefully place the drawing on my bedside table and open the drawer. “Well, if we’re giving presents now, I should probably give you these.”

I had him the two pieces of stiff paper. He looks at them with narrowed eyes. “Opera tickets? You hate the opera.”

“Yeah, but you love it. Look at where it’s playing though.”

He sighs and looks more closely. “Playing on May 30th at the...Teatro alla Scala.” Slowly, he lifts his head, grey eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly open. “That’s...that’s in Milan.”

I grin very, very hard. “I know.”

“W-Wait, what?”

“Well, we haven’t a trip that’s just the two of us in a long time. So I thought, ‘hey, why don’t we drop the kids with Penny and Micah for Easter break and go to Italy for a few days? Then you can watch your weird screechy sing play and I can stuff my face with Italian pastries. Win win!’”

I stare at him grinning for a long second, him staring back bewildered. Suddenly, he throws his long arms around me in a crushing hug.

“You are absolutely ridiculous,” he whispers into my ear. “I love you so much.”

“Love you, too. Merry Christmas.”

He pulls back, smiling in a way that makes my heart leap. Putting the tickets aside, we curl up under the covers together. Baz holds my waist tightly, nose pressed into the back of my neck. I watch the snow slowly fall outside our window. I happily fall asleep with my husband snoring softly behind me and watching the snowflakes sparkle like magic.

AN: This fic is so cheesy you could pair it with crackers :D Yeah I love me good ol' fluff. Plus some discussions about Tasha going to Watford. I think Baz and Simon really would suggest it but leave the decision up to her. Since they didn't get much choice growing up, they'd make sure she'd have that. That's my take. Tomorrow we have the finale: anniversaries!

#carry on countdown #coc 2017 #carry on #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #penelope bunce #agatha wellbelove #micah #christmas #fluff #children #mysnowbazfic

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ec-sanderssides · 7 years

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Touch Starved III

So this was supposed to be fluffy. But then Morality ended up having a lot of emotions, and all, it didn’t stay that way. Sorry guys. Also my inspiration while writing this was “Sleepsong” by Secret Garden

Part I Part II Part IV

As Anxiety shuffled into the dining room the next morning, he kept his eyes downcast and his shoulders hunched. A large part of him was hissing in the back of mind to flee, to hide away in his room. But he’d promised Prince he’d come out today. He’d also promised himself to try and let the others get this whole touch thing out of their system.

Also he hadn’t had the chance to eat last night after dropping the plate, so he was really freaking hungry. Truthfully that had been the only thing that had allowed him to work up the willpower to come down.

Still keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the floor, he slunk over to his seat, flopping down in it with a huff. Once sitting, he allowed his eyes to flick upwards. Logic was sitting across from him with a newspaper. Seeing Anxiety looking at him, he raised his cup in greeting.

“Salutations, Anxiety,” he said. “It’s good to see you again.”

“Sure,” Anxiety said flatly. “Whatever.”

Thankfully before Logic had a chance to reply and make the situation even more awkward, Morality swooped in with a plate covered in bacon.

“Good morning!” he sang out. “I made toast, bacon, eggs and sausages!”

“Do you have jam for the toast?” Prince asked, entering the room.

Morality hummed. “I’m not sure,” he said, “You can go check the cupboards though.”

Prince nodded and ducked into the kitchen. Logic had turned his attention more fully to his paper, which meant that the only person left for Morality to focus on was...

“Anxiety!” Morality beamed at him. “I’m glad you came down. Make sure to take as much food as you like, kiddo. And if you want something else, just ask, ok?”

Anxiety shifted uncomfortably. See all this fussing and special treatment was what he was trying to avoid.

“This is fine,” he muttered, reaching out to grab a slice of toast. He shoved it in his mouths without even bothering to butter it, too determined to have an excuse not to talk.

Morality wasn’t deterred though. He kept chattering on. “Well I’m glad! I’m really happy you cam down today, I was starting to get a bit worried. So do you have any plans for today?”

Anxiety squinted at Morality. Where was this going?

“No,” he eventually said slowly. “Not really.”

“Do you want to rematch the Lego Batman movie with me then?” Morality asked bouncing up and down in his seat. “Logic isn’t interested, and Roman said he was going to be busy coming up with video ideas today.”

Anxiety almost said no. But then he remembered his stupid promise.

“Yeah, sure I guess,” he mumbled. Just let them get it out of their system, he reminded himself. Then it will go back to normal. You’ll be left alone again.

“Yay!” Morality clapped his hands together. “I have to take care a few things first, but want to meet up in the common room after lunch.”

“Sounds great,” Anxiety replied, moodily poking at his bacon. At least he’d have time to mentally prepare himself.

After lunch, (they typically were on their own for lunch, with breakfast and dinner begin the designated “family” times), Anxiety made his way into the common room. Morality was already there, sitting on the couch, remote in hand.

“Hey, Anxiety,” he waved. “I’ve got the movie all set up, so just come sit down.”

Normally, Anxiety would have gone to one of the armchairs to sit. But this time he sat down right next to Morality, feeling their legs brush together. Morality looked a bit startled, but thankfully didn’t comment.

“I love this movie so much,” he chattered, “It’s just so cute!”

“It’s ok,” Anxiety said flatly. He did actually like the movie. Somehow it had ended up being more true to the comics than most movie portrayals of Batman were. That didn’t mean he had to be enthusiastic though. He’d already shown up, Morality wasn’t getting much more out of him.

Not fifteen minutes into the movie, Anxiety could feel Morality begin to fidget. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the other side. He looked weirdly nervous.

After a few more minutes, Anxiety felt Morality shift again. His arm, which had previously been at his side, now stretched up and over, until it rested on the back of the couch. It wasn’t really touching Anxiety, but he was aware of its proximity, just a hair’s breadth away from being around his shoulders.

He could feel himself tense a little, but forced himself to relax. It was fine. It made Morality happy. He could deal with it.

As the movie went on, Anxiety found himself focusing less and less on Morality’s nearness to him. Mostly because he was having trouble keeping his eyes open. He hadn’t really slept much the night before. Sure, he’d tried, but he’d just ended up tossing and turning all night, his mind refusing to shut up.

And, well, sitting on the couch, the noise from the TV a comforting drone, who could blame him for struggling to stay awake. Soon, it became too much effort all together, and his exhaustion dragged him under.

There was some kind of noise above him. Still not opening his eyes, Anxiety tried to figure out where he was. He was lying on something warm, and moving?

As the fog in his mind lifted a little, he abruptly realized that at some point while he was sleeping he had leaned against Morality, and he was now partially lying on his chest, and Morality’s arm was now really wrapped around him. And that noise? That was Morality talking.

“You know I remember, when you first appeared in the mindscape,” Morality was saying softly. “You were so small, I just wanted to wrap you up in a blanket. But then you didn’t seem to want any of us near you, so I thought that maybe it was better to keep my distance. To let you make the first move.”

Morality took in a long shaky breath. He sounded as though he was on the verge of tears. Anxiety didn’t move. He wasn’t sure what to do. Morality clearly thought he was still asleep, and he wasn’t sure what the other would do if he realized Anxiety was awake. So he just stayed frozen, keeping careful control of his breathing.

“That was a mistake,” Morality whispered, his tone full of guilt and pain. “I should have known better. I should have made sure you knew you could reach out. Instead I just left you alone, for years. That’s not how a father should act.”

He paused again, sniffing softly. Was he actually crying now?

“And now,” he said sadly, “you’re too scared to even let us help you. You flinch every time we come near you, and you look so confused every time we so much as pat you on the back, like you can’t understand what or why we’re doing that.”

Anxiety felt the hand on his back rise to run its fingers through his hair.

“The only reason you’ve let me this close is because you’re asleep,” Morality continued, “And when you wake up, it’ll just be like before, you’’ll keep looking at us like you expect us to hurt you. And I hate that.”

Morality was definitely crying now.

“I hate that we did hurt you,” he sobbed. “I never wanted to hurt you. I wanted you to be safe. I wanted you to know that we would look out for you, no matter what. But we didn’t, and I know we’re trying to fix it, but I’m scared that maybe we were too late. God, I hope we weren’t too late.”

Despite the warm arms now clinging desperately to him, Anxiety felt cold. He’d known this hadn’t been a joke, Prince had made it pretty clear that they were serious about this. But this was way more than he had expected. Helpless in the face of what he was now realizing was more than just simple pity, he stayed silent and still.

Morality’s words weren’t intelligible anymore. He only let out sob-filled mumbles, as he pressed his face into Anxiety’s hair. Eventually, the sobbing trailed off.

“I love you, kiddo,” he whispered. “I hope you’ll figure that out someday. We all love you. You’re family, you’ll always be our family.”

Morality sighed, sounding weary.

"I should probably get you back to your room before you wake up,” he said. “I don’t- you’ll be happier if you wake up there.”

With that, Anxiety felt himself being gently lifted upwards, cradled in Morality’s arms. The other side began to walk, carrying him towards his room. The entire time, Anxiety kept his eyes shut.

After a brief fumble with the door, Morality let himself in, and Anxiety felt himself being placed on the bed. A hand brushed his bangs back, and a pair of lips gently pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Sleep well, Anxiety,” Morality murmured. “I hope your dreams are happy. I hope they’re kinder to you than we’ve been.”

Anxiety heard him walk away, the door shutting behind him. Once he was sure Morality was gone, he sat up.

He stared at the now closed door in dismay. This-this wasn’t something he could just indulge for a few days and make it go away. They were- this wasn’t something small

What am I going to do? he thought. I didn’t- I never wanted Morality to cry because of me. But how do I handle this?

He pulled his knees up to his chest, his arms wrapping around them. He was Anxiety, he was supposed to be alone. But apparently the others had decided that wasn’t true.

Part of him wanted to say that it was all a lie, that if they were telling the truth, it would never have been like this in the first place. But a greater part of him knew that there was no dismissing what he had just heard. For better or for worse, the others were serious.

Which meant he was going to have to find a way to deal with it. Anxiety let himself think about what it was like being curled up in Morality’s arms. It-it hadn’t been terrible. It had been awkward, sure, especially since he’d had no idea what to do.

But, at the same time, when he had first been waking up, before he’d realized what Morality was saying, it had actually felt kind of nice.

Hesitantly, Anxiety tried to imagine what it would be like for the others to touch him, what it might be like to hug them. It was… a weird thought. Not bad necessarily, but it also felt kind of overwhelming.

Although, hadn’t Logic said that they’d work up to that? That they weren’t going to try and hug Anxiety right now because they knew it would be too much?

Anxiety chewed on his lower lip. Maybe this wouldn’t be bad? True, he still thought he would be fine without all this fuss and touchy-feely stuff. But, the others cared. And as much as he hated to admit it, knowing that actually made Anxiety feel good. He’d always just figured they’d hated him. After all, why wouldn’t they?

But if they didn’t hate him, and if this whole thing was more than just pity, if it was them maybe trying to show they cared. Then maybe, just maybe, he could let them in.

Anxiety really hoped this wouldn’t turn out to be a mistake. If it was, he knew he’d never get over it.

#virgil sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides #roman sanders #logan sanders #fanfic #touch-starved #my fic

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teachingoutsidethebinary · 7 years

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Spark of Love: Part 2

Summary: Steve, Bucky, and Nat take Remington clothes shopping while Tony and Sam set up her room.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, OFC Remington

Warnings: mentions of prior abuse

Word count: 1171

A/N: Special thanks to @bloo-moon-freak for helping me with the series!

Read previous part here

It was official: Remington was staying. While Sam and Tony made sure the spare bedroom on the third floor had all of the furniture it needed, Steve, Bucky, and Nat took her to get more clothes.

“What do we even need?” Steve asked as they walked down one of the aisles. The store was packed with shirts, pants, jackets, and more, and none of them really knew where to start. Remington sat happily in Bucky’s arms, still wearing Steve’s oversized t-shirt.

“Well, we better figure it out soon because people are staring,” Nat whispered. She glared right back at a nosy woman who gave Remington’s outfit the stink eye.

“Doesn’t Scott Lang have a kid?” Bucky asked as he shifted Remington in his arms. “Why don’t we ask him?”

“Bucky, that’s brilliant!” Steve exclaimed. He pulled out his phone and dialed Scott’s number. Thankfully, he picked up on the third ring.

“Hello?” Scott answered.

“Scott, it’s Steve. I need your help-”

“Captain America needs my help!” Scott yelped. “Absolutely! I can change into my suit and be there in-”

“Not that kind of help,” Steve interrupted.

“Oh,” Scott replied, a twinge of disappointment in his voice.

“We found this kid on a mission and decided to keep her-”

“A kid?! Kids are best, Cap!” Scott replied. “Just be careful because now they’re in diapers and soon they’ll be dating and learning how to drive, and…”

Scott kept rambling on, and Steve looked at Nat helplessly. She took the phone out of his grasp.

“Lang, Romanoff here,” she said, brusquely. “Listen, Remington has no clothes and we don’t know what to buy. Can you help?”

“Oh hey, Natasha,” Scott replied nervously. Flashbacks of their encounter in Germany flew through his mind and he decided to get down to business. “Clothes? Um, well, kids actually need quite a lot. You got a pen?”

Nat took out her own phone and opened a new note.

“Go ahead,” she replied.

“Okay, two questions. How old is she, and is she potty trained?” Scott asked.

“She’s about four, and she used the bathroom earlier today,” Nat replied.

“Good! That’ll save you on some stuff since she’s not super little,” Scott answered. “So, socks and underwear are a must. It probably wouldn’t hurt to buy a few packs of pull-ups for the first few nights either.” He paused and hummed thoughtfully. “Since it’s summer now, I would stick to the basics. Shirts, pants, pajamas, some dresses if she likes that stuff. Where is she living?”

“The Tower.”

“Stark’s got a pool in there, right? So definitely a few bathing suits. Oh! And shoes! Don’t forget the shoes. You can get a winter jacket and warmer clothes once the weather gets cooler, but that stuff should cover it for now.”

“Thanks, Lang. One more question...how many of each?”

“Well, that depends,” Scott replied. “I mean, I would definitely get three or four weeks worth of underwear and socks. Kids have accidents, ya know? And they can get pretty dirty. I mean, once Cassie found this HUGE mud puddle and…”

“Lang!” Nat interrupted.

“Oh, right!” Scott said, sheepishly. “Anyway, for the shirts and other stuff...what was her situation like before this?”

“Not good.” Nat stepped out of Remington’s earshot. “She was being held by HYDRA, so who knows what they did to her.”

“Oh, man,” Scott whistled. “Well, then, think of it like this: you guys are probably the first people to buy her new stuff. If it was me, I’d spoil her. But it’s really up to you.”

Nat paused and considered Scott’s advice. “Okay. We really appreciate your help,” Nat replied.

“No worries! Good luck!” he said.

Nat ended the call and handed the phone back to Steve.

“Well?” Bucky asked. “What do we need?”

“We’ve got a lot of work to do,” Nat replied, a smile growing on her face.

Instead of splitting up the list, they let Remington pick out what she wanted. Every time she smiled or pointed at something, Nat immediately found her size and put it in the cart. Steve and Bucky thought it was a little excessive, but one determined look from Nat shut them both up.

They quickly learned Remington loved purple, blue, and grey. Her underwear and socks were different shades of each color, and she even picked out a package from the boys’ aisle with monster trucks on them. She also wasn’t too picky about what designs were on her clothes. Bucky held her up to each rack of clothing, and Remington pulled off the shirts she wanted. The cart soon became filled with shirts with dinosaurs, princesses, ninjas, flowers, and more. She scrunched her nose at the dresses but let Nat put two grey ones in the cart.

Pajamas and pants were easy too. Steve saw no reason why a four-year old needed jeans, so he kept her at the legging and sweatpant sections. It also made figuring out her size a piece of cake since he could just pull the elastic around her tiny waist to see if it would fit.

Shoes sucked. Remington didn’t want to sit still long enough to try them on, and when she started to fuss, the lights began to flicker. Bucky managed to measure her foot size before the lights blew out and grabbed a bunch of different styles in her size.

By the time everything was said and done, they walked out of the store with six big bags of clothes and a bill that would make Tony Stark wince. But when they watched Remington bounce out of the store wearing her new black leggings, a purple tutu, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle shirt, they knew it had been worth it.

She held Nat’s hand as Steve and Bucky carried the bags.

“You know, you could help us!” Bucky complained.

“I could,” Nat sang, “but then we wouldn’t have arms for bags of TOYS!” She stopped in front of a local toy store and Remington’s eyes grew wide.

Steve and Bucky almost protested again, but their hearts suddenly melted as Remington held her teddy up to the window display.

“Look, Teddy!” she whispered. “Toys!” She turned and walked over to Bucky and Steve, wrapping a little arm around each of their legs.

“We go get toys Bu-ee? Stee?” she asked. “Please?” She looked up at them with hopeful brown eyes.

“Yes!” the two supersoldiers replied almost immediately.

“Yay!” Remington shouted. “Toys Nat!” She grabbed Nat’s hand and pulled her inside the store.

“Oh, we are so screwed when she gets older,” Bucky groaned.

“Older? Pal, I think we’re screwed now,” Steve replied, following the two girls inside.

While Remington had picked out her clothes, she let Teddy pick out the toys. She held it up to each shelf and whispered in its ear. She would either nod in satisfaction and pull the toy off the shelf, or shake her head and move on. Teddy picked out a tea set, remote-controlled cars, coloring books, a food play set, and more. It really had a ball in the LEGO aisle, and Nat grabbed at least twelve different sets. Teddy was also apparently as voracious reader, because it insisted on picking out a variety of books from the back of the store.

When they all got back to the Tower, everyone was exhausted. Somehow, Nat had managed to avoid carrying any of the fifteen bags total, and Steve and Bucky were thoroughly shopped out. They dumped the bags in the kitchen and pulled out a pair of pajamas for Remington to wear.

Bucky carried her up to the third floor with Steve and Nat following closely behind. They could hear Tony and Sam putting the finishing touches on the room as they walked inside.

“Just in time!” Tony announced, clapping his hands together. He walked over to Remington who stared at the room in awe. “What do you think, kiddo?”

Remington kicked in Bucky’s arms until he put her down so she could observe her new surroundings. The room was painted a light blue and accented with a grey rug. A simple twin bed on a dark wooden frame sat against the wall with guard rails on either side. Steve had texted Tony her color preference, and he bought a dark purple comforter with grey sheets. Remington ran her hands over the soft fabric and tucked Teddy underneath the covers as she continued to explore.

She walked over and opened the empty toy chest and adjacent closet. There was also a tall bookcase because Tony was convinced she was going to be a big reader.

“We put my toys and books here?” she asked.

“We’ll put them all away tomorrow,” Steve promised.

She nodded and walked back over towards the bed. A small lap glowed on top of the nightstand next to her bed, and Remington held her hand up to it. Small sparks flowed between her hand and the lamp as the air around her hummed. She nodded and smiled in satisfaction. Walking over to the wall of windows, she looked out over the city.

“Look! Lights!” she cried, smushing her face against the glass.

“You can mess with the lights in here, but leave those alone, okay?” Sam asked.

“I try,” Remington promised as she turned around. She waddled over to the adjoining bathroom, but barely paid any notice to it. Instead, she walked over to each Avenger and gave their legs a hug and looked up at them.

“Thank you Stee. Thank you Bu-ee. Thank you Nat. Thank you Sam. Thank you Tony.”

Everyone choked back tears of adoration as she made her way back to the bed and snuggled under the covers with Teddy. Her eyes fluttered shut, her breathing slowed, and soon, she was fast asleep.

No one moved. In fact, they probably would have watched Remington all night if they hadn’t been so tired themselves. Tony turned off the main lights and carefully closed the door, leaving it open a crack.

“Wait!” Steve whispered. “She forgot to brush her teeth!”

“Let it go, Cap,” Sam insisted. “She’ll survive one night.”

“I installed a few cameras and baby monitors,” Tony informed the rest of them. “We’ll be able to hear if anything goes wrong.”

“Sounds good,” Sam replied, yawning. “You guys ready for this?”

Truthfully, they probably weren’t. With a life as crazy and demanding as an Avenger’s, parenthood wasn’t really something they were expecting right now. But Remington deserved something much better than her life at HYDRA, and these guys were determined to give it to her.

They were going to be just fine.

TAGS: @buckyappreciationsociety @bloo-moon-freak

#avengers fic #fluffy steve #steve rogers #james bucky barnes #fluffy bucky #protective bucky barnes #protective steve rogers #natasha romanoff #tony stark #sam wilson #scott lang #new mutants #electricity #ofc

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bazypitchandsimonsnow · 7 years

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New Friend

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2309

Summary: Baz Pitch gets dragged to his mum's coworker's kids's birthday party. He doesn't know anyone there. But there's always opportunities to make new friends. Based on "platonic kiss" request.

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AN: So I had to wrack my brain for a scenario for platonic kiss. This is what I came up with. Pure adorable child friends fluff. Hope you all like it :D

Baz

“Mum, why do I have to wear this?” I groan, pulling at my green plaid button down.

“Because we’re going to a party and you should look nice,” my mother coos from the driver’s seat. She has the nicest voice.

“It’s itchy!”

“That’s because it’s new.”

We get to a red light. She reaches back and pats my knee. My tension eases slightly. “Don’t worry, little puff, there’ll be plenty of kids there. I’m sure you’ll have fun.”

I put my hand over her’s “Thanks, mum.”

We arrive at the park shortly. It’s big and green with lots of shady trees. There’s a wood and metal play structure that surely can’t be safe. Next to the kiddie pool, a picnic table is draped with pink plastic sheet and covered in paper plates and food. A banner above reads “HAPPY 9th BIRTHDAY, AGATHA!”

Mum greets a man and a woman, handing them the perfectly wrapped gift box. They don’t really acknowledge me. Big people tend to ignore small people like me. I look around. There’s lots of kids running, some wearing party hats.

“Baz, sweetie.” I look up at my Mum. “Why don’t you go play, hm?”

I nod. “Okay.”

I walk slowly to the playground. I don’t know anyone here, really. The party is for my mum’s coworker’s daughter. She’s the headmaster at Watford, a fancy private school. (I’m too young to go yet. But I will someday.) There’s a blonde girl scampering around with a “birthday girl” crown. Guess that’s Agatha. She’s going up and down the slide with some of her friends. I just stand awkwardly near the edge. I don’t have a lot of friends, and neither of them are here. Plus I’m not good at making new ones. I shuffle my feet in the dirty, looking at my shoes.

“Hello!”

My head snaps up. The other boy, the source of the cheerful voice, stands right in front of me. He looks about my age. His hair is wild mess of bronze curls topped with a party hat. His tawny skin, along with his white shirt and jeans, are all covered in dirt. That wide grin threatens to split his freckled face in two.

I blink a couple times. “Hi...”

“What’s your name?”

“Um, I’m Baz.”

“I’m Simon. I like your shirt. Wanna play?”

It takes a moment for me to process all that information. Simon keeps standing there with that huge smile.

“Uh, sure.”

“Awesome!”

He grabs my wrist and hauls me forward. He drags me to the sand pit. Simon jumps in with a huge leap, and I step in gingerly behind him. We sit there cross legged. I hope I don’t get too much sand on my pants.

Simon hands me a bucket. “Here, wanna make a castle?”

“Okay.”

We pack wet sand into two yellow pails. He smushes it in, brow furrowed in concentration. I go with the more practical route of using a shovel. Of course, I finish before him.

“You ready?” I ask.

Simon nods vigorously. “On three?”

“One,” we say together, “two, three!”

Our buckets smash into the ground. We both pull them up slowly. The second I’m done, mine crumbles, and I can’t help but pout. Guess my sand wasn’t wet enough. I really wanted to make a tower.

“Hey,” Simon says, putting his dirty hand over mine, “it’s alright. Sand can be a big jerk. Wanna go on the swings?”

He’s still smiling. It’s like looking into the sun. How can one person be so bright and cheery? It’s fascinating.

“Okay,” I reply.

“Yay!”

And he’s off like a shot towards the swings. I trail behind. By the time I get there, Simon is on his stomach, throwing his weight back and forth.

“Look I’m Superman!” He shouts. He extends his body flat and makes whooshing noises. I giggle slightly.

I sit like one is supposed to on a swing. I kick my legs back and forth a bit, tossing up some dust.

“So how do you know Aggie?” Simon asks, now tracing circles in the dirt.

“I don’t,” I say curtly. “My mum just works with her parents. How do you know her?”

“Her family and mine are friends. We’ve known each other since we were babies.”

“Really?”

Simon nods vigorously. “M-hm. Her mum says we’re gonna get married one day. But Penny says I don’t have to marry anyone.”

“Who’s Penny?”

“Hey, Simon, tag!”

Another girl runs up and hits Simon’s shoulder with an amazing amount of force. Her brightly coloured clothes are just filthy as his, wild dark curly hair going everywhere. A pair of glasses slide down her nose until she pushes them back up.

“Ow, Penny!” Simon moans. “We’re not even playing!”

Penny (I must assume) puts her hands on her hips and pouts. “Well you’re definitely playing now cause you’re it!”

She dashes off across the playground. Simon looks at me and sighs. “I guess I’m playing now.”

“So it seems.”

“Wanna play too?”

I can’t remember the last time I played tag. Maybe at Dev’s house a few months ago. I usually read alone at recess when people play it at school. So I just nod. Simon smiles menacingly, and smacks my shoulder.

“Then you’re it!” He runs off giggling.

“Hey! Get back here!”

I jump off the swing. He is very fast. My feet throw up lots of wood chips as I run. We bob and weave through the structure. Down the slide, up the monkey bars, everywhere. But he can’t lose me. I just follow the bronze curls and loud laughter.

“You can’t catch me! You can’t catch me!” Simon taunts, which only fuels me more. I do not like to lose.

I finally get close enough to do what I plan. I launch forward and tackle him to ground. He practically squeals as we fall. My new shirt is going to be filthy from this, but I don’t care. I'm having too much fun. We roll and tumble on the dirty ground. Simon and I laugh and yell far too loudly. He kicks my legs and smashes his fist against my back. He’s scrappy, but I’m strong and stubborn.

“Simon Snow Salisbury what are you doing?!”

We stop to look up. It’s a tall blonde woman. Her hair is curly like Simon’s but much longer. She’s definitely got the same sort of freckles and blue eyes as him. She looms over us, arms crossed and tapping the toe of her sandal.

“We’re playing, Mum,” Simon says with a sheepish smile.

“Well it looks like you’re fighting again. I thought we talked about this. It’s not nice to fight!”

I quickly stand up. “No no, don’t worry Ms. Salisbury, I attacked him first. He was just fighting back.”

Simon stands up too. “And we were just playing! I wasn’t gonna really hurt him.”

Ms. Salisbury’s lips twist, then she sighs. “Very well. As long as it was just fun. And I came here to tell you it’s time for cake.”

Simon gasps and throws his hands in the air. “I love cake!”

She giggles, ruffling his hair. “I know, dearie. Now come along. You too... oh I didn’t catch your name, sweetheart.”

I stick out my hand, like my father has taught me to. “Baz Grimm-Pitch.”

Ms. Salisbury blinks in confusion, then takes my hand. She shakes it delicately. “Hello, Baz. I’m Lucy.” Her eyebrows move together. “Is... your mother Natasha Grimm-Pitch?”

“Uh-huh.”

Lucy grins widely. Simon seems to have inherited that look from her. “Oh lovely! I should’ve known, you look just like her. But it’s been ages since we’ve seen each other. I must talk to her later. Come on now.”

I follow them to the picnic table. All the other kids are sitting down. Penny waves and pats the spot next to her, which Simon takes. I stand awkwardly, unsure what to do. There’s no room anywhere. Simon turns to look at me, expression concerned. He shoves closer to Penny and motions for me to sit. I nod graciously, then sit next to him.

Agatha’s mother brings out a huge pink cake with lots of candles. We sing together. Simon does so very loudly. He’s off key but enthusiastic. Agatha blows out her candles eagerly. Thankfully, the adults get to passing out slices quickly. I really want some cake. I love anything sugary and sweet. My father says my sweet tooth is out of control.

Simon eats with gusto. Pink icing gets all over his face, from nose to chin. I laugh at his messiness.

“Jeez Simon,” Penny sighs, “can you not find your own mouth?”

Simon sticks his tongue. Which is also covered in frosting. I chuckle even more. Simon elbows my side with a half smile.

“So, Baz,” Penny says, “what do you like to do?”

Simon nods. “Yeah what do you do for fun?” He says, mouth still filled with cake.

“Um, I read a lot, I’m learning violin, and I play football.”

“I’ve never been good at football,” Simon sighs. He turns to me wide eyed. “Could you teach me?”

“Sure, some other time. I don’t have a football here now.”

“Awesome! You can come to my house. We can play with my LEGOs!”

“Can I come too?” Penny asks.

Simon nods. “Of course! We gotta ask my mum though.”

“Ask your mum what?”

Lucy seems to manifest behind us. She kisses the top of her son’s head. He looks up at her with that Salisbury grin.

“Can Baz and Penny come over some time? We want to play football and LEGOs.”

“Sure. As long as Mitali and Natasha are okay with it. But you’re actually going to be seeing more of Baz and Penny very soon.”

Simon gasps. “What does that mean?”

“Yeah,” I say, “what do you mean?”

“I mean, that you’re all going to Watford together in a couple years.”

All three of us smile. Simon claps in excitement, bouncing in his seat. I’ve always known that I was going to go to Watford someday and I’ve always been excited, but it’s even better that I’ll know more people there. Especially Simon.

“That’s awesome!” Simon yells. “Is Aggie going too?”

“As far as I know, yes.”

Simon claps again. He turns to Penny. “What if, you and Aggie are roommates,” he turns to me, “and you and I are roommates? Then we could all have someone! And we can be one big group!”

His happiness is infectious. I can’t help but smile. “That’d be awesome.”

“Yeah!”

Simon resumes piling cake in his mouth, and so do I. (It’s very good.) Though we soon stop to discuss our favourite superheroes. I like Batman, but he makes a very strong case for Superman.

The sun is setting by the time Simon and I are in the sandpit again. Our sand castle is perfect. (He taught me a trick to pack the sand better.) Simon drives a stick into the top turret.

“What should we call our fortress?” he asks.

I lean my chin on my fist. “Hm. Sand Fortress?”

Simon shakes his head. “No that’s boring! How about, Dragon Castle?”

“Why dragon?”

He shrugs. “I just like dragons. Don’t you?”

“They’re cool. I like vampires more though. They’re scary!”

“True! Then this,” he gestures to our creation, “is the Dragon-Vampire Castle!”

I practically beam. “Perfect. And we’ll use our magic powers to protect it.” I pick up a stick and swish it around like a wand. Simon picks up his own and clashes it with mine.

“Baz and Simon, wizard protectors!” he shouts.

We start drawing patterns in Dragon-Vampire castle with our wands. That is, until two shadows appear over us.

“Well well,” my mum’s voice says, “what have you boys been up to?”

We turn to face our mothers. They look down at us with smiles.

“We made a Dragon-Vampire castle. And we’re the wizard guards.” Simon says. I nod in agreement.

“That's lovely, sweetie,” Lucy coos. She leans down and pinches his cheek. “My rosebud boy, the great wizard.”

“Muuuum!” He swats away her hand. “I told you that you can’t call me that anymore. I’m too big now!”

“Oh you’re never too big to be my rosebud boy. But now,” she stands up with her hand outstretched, “it’s time to head home.”

“Noooooo!” We both whine.

“Oh don’t give us that,” my mum says, “you two have been playing for hours! Lucy and I will arrange a playdate soon. Plus, I bet you’ll see plenty of each other at Watford in a couple years.”

“Alright,” Simon sighs. He stands up and shakes off the sand. I follow, brushing dirt off my shirt sleeves. We walk to our mothers. Mum leans down to my level, face all pinched together.

“Goodness Basil, your face is filthy,” she mutters. She licks her thumb and tries to wipe it off. I push her away.

“Ugh Mum! Gross!”

Simon laughs heartily. I turn to him with a scowl, but his smile makes all my ill will disappear.

“Now Simon,” Lucy says, “say goodbye to Baz.”

“Bye Baz!” He wraps his arm around me in a big bear hug, and plants a big wet kiss on my cheek. My eyes widen. Only my Mum kisses my cheek and it’s usually only a peck. It feels weird, but nice. I hug him back.

“Bye Simon.”

Simon pulls away with one last wave. I wave too. Mum and I walk in opposite direction together.

“Did you have fun today, little puff?” she asks.

Thinking about today's activity, it's been amazing. I made a friend, and that’s a very big achievement for me. I absentmindedly touch the spot on my cheek where Simon kissed me. All I can think about is how much I want to see him again. Simon Salisbury, my new friend. “Yeah, definitely.”

AN: Another request done! I pretty much based this off how my friends and I played when we were little. A lot of superheroes and stuff. Hope you enjoyed it!

PS: These kiss requests have been keeping me very happy this summer. I'm astounded how many people want to read my work. I just want to say thank you for that :)

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