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pandulce135 · 11 months

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Sick With Your Sibling (2012! Mikey & Sibling-Esque! Reader)

Note: Honestly, not my best work, however, I had the idea and put it in my docs. Maybe I'll rework it in the future, who knows. I really wanted to finish it sooner than later, but then a bunch of stuff hit so.. yippee. Mikey deserves so much more love from his brothers in the 2012 show i'm putting my foot down here. I think I kin mikey ;;;

Warnings: Not proofread in any capacity. Kind of ooc but, ehh

The seasons were changing and more and more work was piling up on your shoulders as the school year began to get into full gear. On top of the clubs you partook in, as well as all the work for your numerous classes, not to mention the looming threat of the Kraang and the Shredder, you couldn’t stop yourself from getting sick from exhaustion. With tired eyes, a runny nose and full body aches, you were in for a bumpy ride.

You sat in your bed, the covers up to your shoulders as you both shivered and sweated. To the side was a box of tissues and on the floor was a trash can already full of gross used tissues. The box was nearly empty but you felt too heavy and too tired to move out of bed to grab a second box.

There was a pain in your side as you tried to adjust to a more comfortable position and a sharp hiss was pushed out through gritted teeth. Your shoulders felt like it was carrying the weight of the Shell-Raiser, tense and knotted. Not even a massage could get these aches out of you. Your feet, which had been slathered in Vicks VapoRub and covered with fuzzy socks, ached like you have been standing for hours on end.

Your entire day has been spent on bed watching Leo’s favorite show Space Defenders. You didn’t see the appeal but had promised to watch it. It was easy to point out the flaws of the characters then guess the endings of each episode and it didn’t take long to get bored of it. But it remained playing on the computer screen while you scrolled through your phone to find a game to play. That’s when you got a notification from Mikey.

Mikes: hey my dude just checking in. you doin okay???

You: If ‘almost done with my tissues and feeling too heavy to replace the box’ is okay, then I’m just dandy :)

Mikes: you want me to come over? i can make you some soup! we can play games or relax or whatever!!!

You: Are you sure? You might get sick too…

Mikes: nah, i’ll be fine. i’ll be right over!!!

You couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling, only to feel the familiar scratchy feeling in the back of your throat. The soft chuckle quickly turned into a hacking cough as you desperately sat up and reached for your water bottle that sat on the nightstand next to your bed.

“Hey, dudette, you should really consider locking your window. You never know what freaks could be climbing through at any given moment,” Mikey announced his arrival as he climbed through your window. He landed on his feet just in time to see you nearly inhaling the content of your water bottle. “Oh, jeez, you good?” He took a step forward just as you finished off the water.

With a gasp of air, you responded, “Just peachy.” You weren’t ‘peachy.’ Your voice was raspy, your hair was a rat’s nest and you probably look like you haven’t slept in a week… which isn’t far from the truth considering all the work place on your shoulders, but still!

Mikey winced at your tone. “You don’t sound peachy…” He made his way over to sit on the edge of your bed. You watched as the skin where his brows would be furrowed upward as he looked around at your bed, taking in the tissue box, your disheveled comforter and numerous stuffed animals thrown about haphazardly. His eyes wandered back to you. “You don’t even look peachy. More cantaloupe skin pale.” He watched as you frowned before letting out an amused sigh. His shoulders relaxed.

Sitting up, you leaned your back against the headrest of your bed. “What’s up, little man?” You felt a drop of something wet begin to drip out of your nose which you quickly wiped away with your sleeve. “Something on your mind?” The drip came back and you reached for a tissue to wipe your nose more effectively.

Mikey leaned his shell against the wall behind him. “Nah, nothing is really up here.” He lazily pointed a green finger to his head. You didn’t miss how he looked down at his lap as he let his hand fall. “That’s what Donnie and Raph say, anyway.” His voice came out quieter, almost sheepish.

Your eyebrows furrowed. How can they continue to get away with talking so poorly to Mikey? Sure, the young turtle before you was a bit rambunctious and reckless at times. Maybe he is a little loud and obnoxious. But he cares! He’s adventurous and curious. He’s just growing up. Maybe he’s not as mature as his brothers yet, but he’s Mikey. You wouldn’t want him any other way.

“Boo. They’re dumb.” You gave a thumbs down as your tongue poked out at the side of your mouth.

“Don't let Donnie hear you say that,” Mikey tried to joke, but you continued on.

“You’re you, Mikey. I wouldn’t want you to change for anyone.” You gave as wide of a smile as you could muster to the orange clad turtle sitting on your bed.

His eyes widened, still holding a hint of sadness that looked unbearably wrong on him. “You really think that?” He asked in a near silent voice. He was being so vulnerable right now, you couldn’t let him continue thinking negatively about himself.

You reached out for one of his three fingered hands and held it tight. “With all my heart.” Your eyes were stern but gentle as they stared into Mikey’s.

He couldn’t help himself when he began to sniffle. In a flash, his arms wrapped around your torso and held you close as his head leaned against yours. “You’re like the best big sister I don’t have!” Mikey cried out, holding you tight. You couldn’t stop yourself from hugging back just as tightly.

“Mikey, you’re gonna get sick,” you warned, your voice still raspy and your throat still scratchy.

He loosened his hold but still didn’t let go. “I doubt it. I’m a mutant, remember? Super cool and part turtle?” You let out another chuckle, which, again, turned into another coughing fit as you forced yourself away from Mikey to cough into your arm. “Woah, you’re gonna cough up a lung! Can I get you anything?”

Your voice was nearly gone as you finished your violent coughing that left you gasping for air. “Water…” You reached out dramatically as your head fell back against the pillow you had propped up against the headrest. “I need… water,” your voice tapered off as your hand fell off the side of the bed.

Mikey couldn’t help but laugh as he got up from your bed. “Water coming right up!” He announced as he left your room.

“Another box of tissues, too!” You called as loudly as your throat would allow… which was hardly audible. At least in your opinion. Eh, you still had a few more in this box. You laid back down in your bed as you waited, your phone above your head, lighting up your face as you continued to scroll through it.

It took all of two minutes for Mikey to return to your room with a few water bottles, an armful of snacks and, to your surprise, another box of tissues.

Your eyes nearly twinkled in the laptop light that still had Space Defenders playing on it. “Mikey, you’re a gem.”

He struck a pose with a wide smile. “I know.” With the movement, a water bottle and a bag of chips fell to the floor, earning a stifled laugh from you. You hid your smile behind your arm as you watched him retrieve his fallen items and climb back into the bed with you.

You sat back up and immediately grabbed a bottle of water to chug in hopes it would get rid of the tickling at the back of your throat. It didn’t. Instead, it felt as if the water went down in a big ball, making you pry the bottle away from your lips and place a hand on your chest as if that would help the water go down any nicer.

“Whoa, easy there-”

“Why must the entities that reign make me suffer in such a way?” You croaked out, staring up at the ceiling as the pain in your chest finally settled. You heard Mikey laugh over the rustling of a bag of chips.

“You ask great questions, sister,” he chuckled, shoving a handful of potato chips into his mouth.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you where only the rustling of the bag followed by crunching and Space Defenders was heard. Finally, you looked over at Mikey, who seemed to have all of his attention grabbed by the show and chips.

You couldn’t stop thinking of how his brothers view him. Of how he really made you feel like a big sister, even as an only child. You really did love Mikey, but in a more protective manner.

“You know how I’m an only child, right?” You asked out of seemingly nowhere. Mikey seemed to pop out of the control of the laptop to look over at you.

“Yeah?”

“When I was younger, I always wanted to have a younger sibling. Alas, that never happened. Then I got older and got to meet you and your brothers.” You smiled at the orange clad turtle. “You’re like the little brother I never had, Mikey.”

His eyes were wide as he sat silently, staring at you. In the corners you swore you could almost see tears forming. “You mean that?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. We’re like siblings from another…” you paused to think for a second, trying to find the best way to finish the phrase, “...organic… life form?”

There was a short pause before Mikey fell forward onto the bed in a fit of giggles. “That was awful.”

You rolled your eyes. “Forgive me for trying to be heartfelt!”

“More like cringey!”

“You’re so mean!”

“Nu-uh!”

“Yeah-huh!”

~~~~~

“Mind telling us how you got so sick, Mikey?” Donnie asked, standing over Mikey who was suffering in his bed. It felt ten degrees colder with Donnie in the room than without.

Mikey thought about what you would say at this moment. It was almost like a lightbulb went off in his mind when he finally thought of the phrase you would use. With narrowed eyes and a sly smile Mikey spoke, “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy?”

“Alright, I’ll text ‘em to let you know they got you sick.”

“What? No!” Mikey dragged out the no to be whinier. “They’ll say ‘I told you so!’”

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sam-miniature-pigeon · 4 months

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Hi, you haven't heard from me in a while but I had a very frustrating day and I want to vent about it.

I am a 911 and LEO dispatcher for my county. I love my job and just about my job. I don't like my coworkers and I loathe management.

Last night I was working with someone I am not the biggest fan of. She has been there 10 years and it does not show due to the amount of laziness she exhibits. At the end of the 8-hour shift I had taken 41 calls and she had taken 24 calls. This is because she is constantly in the bathroom, smoking, eating, or wandering around and not paying attention. She is logged out of her phone while she plays on her cell phone or browses Yahoo. Of course, this is not a problem for her- and if it is for someone else, it is never her fault. I did not complain to her, I did not really complain to others other than just answering their questions as to why she was not answering her phone. I was more than ready for the night to be over and was so happy when it hit 7 am and I could clock out and leave. I briefly talked to my other coworkers about the one I had just worked with, and then I went home.

On my way home, the brakes in my car went out. I've been having issues with my car but I refuse to fix it because I want a new one. I don't think I really expected it to fail the way it did. So it was very stressful getting home because I was unable to stop at all. I coasted through every stop sign and every light. I don't have extra or back up cars. My boyfriend and I's schedules conflict and I will not be able to borrow cars regularly. I need to buy a new car fast and I am worried I will feel rushed and make the wrong decision.

I finally get home and get a text from the coworker I worked with last night that read, "In the nicest way possible, were you complaining about me last night?" I chose to ignore it and leave it on delivered. I was too stressed to even entertain that. She then messaged me on Snapchat asking if I was upset. I left that on delivered, too. (I did the half-swipe trick.) I get a text from the coworker I was venting to telling me to watch out because a coworker who is known for being hated and causing trouble was texting the coworker I just worked with that we were "talking shit" about her.

I want to message her back being honest: I wasn't complaining, but I was answering questions honestly about why I was the only one answering phones last night. I'm not mad at you, but I am upset and frustrated. I don't care because I've grown to expect your behavior. You are a senior dispatcher of 10 years and you complain and complain how hard the job is, but you don't work. You never have any idea of what's going on in any call. You don't pay attention to anyone else in the room. Your training is a joke. You don't care what people think or say about you, but you're sneaking around with so-and-so to get the gossip or shit talk on you. You are being lazy and manipulative. You refuse conflict in person, you bombard me when I am at home over something you did no research or investigation on.

I am tired of playing high schooler with a 38 year old woman.

I feel like it may be smarter to play dumb. Though it's not much different from how she is being manipulative now. I feel it may be smarter to say, "No, I wasn't complaining about you. Why do you think that?" and see if she owns up to sneaking around. Though I know it'll never happen.

It's been such an exhausting day and I am so ready for it to be over. But I know it is only going to get worse from here with new management rolling in, new schedules, shift changes, court with her baby daddy that she can never leave at the door, my car issues, etc.

#personal

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cherriesfineline · 3 years

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Au Pair – Chapter I

It's finally here – I'm sorry this took so long, this past few weeks have been a mess but here it is, our first chapter for the Au Pair series; I kinda hate this, ngl- I always hate first chapters, a lot of introductory info and bla bla but yeah.

In the weird case you happen to enjoy this and want to be added into the taglist (starting next chapter) you can request it here.

Feedback, likes or reblogs are so, so appreciated! I'm very much new to the whole writing world so yeah it'd be really helpful to hear your thoughts about this <3

Love you all, have a wonderful week beauties!

Warnings: none specifically for this chapter – age gap.

WC: 6.6k

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Y/N was tired, to say the least.

And it wasn’t the tiredness she used to feel after a long work shift at her previous job -where her boss was an old, grumpy lady with horrible manners- or the exhaustion felt after spending hours crying due to a fight with her mother. No, this was different. It was a tiredness she couldn’t get rid of; a tiredness no lavender smelling bath or hours upon hours of sleep could amend.

She couldn't pinpoint the exact moment her brain shifted in such a drastic way. Y/N could easily recognize and admit her life had never been an exciting one; a memorable one. Ever since she was a little girl it all seemed to fly by; graduations, birthdays, friendships – nothing ever seemed to leave an impact and nothing ever seemed as exciting as everyone else put it to be. She knew she struggled with allowing herself to enjoy things, but this far her life had been pretty average.

Maybe it was the fact that she was 22 years old and never been in a real relationship what skyrocketed her fear of dying alone. Now, she knew it might seem exaggerated – 22 years wasn’t a long life at all, but the pungent emptiness she’d been feeling felt like her inevitable destiny – like that’s how life was supposed to be for her.

England felt different, though. But in all honesty, her emotions hadn’t had switched into completely different ones like she’d expected to happen when she applied for this job as an Au Pair all the way back in February.

With a steaming hot cup of coffee between her cold hands, she sat down next to Coco (a very soft grey Scottish Fold) on the giant couch of her new home, scratching in between his tiny ears earning a low purr in response. Coco had become one of her closest friends so far, along with Anya, a three year old girl with cute blonde locks and a laugh so contagious it made the muscles on your cheeks ache after a long playdate.

Maybe moving away wasn’t the smartest choice. It actually might be one of the stupidest choices she had ever made, actually – moving all the way across the globe when she cried herself to sleep most nights due to her loneliness overcoming her (almost inexistent) self-awareness. Y/N liked to believe she had a wide understanding of her emotions, but it was a blatant lie.

At least she was distracted for most of the day – taking care of two kids and looking after a teenager wasn’t an easy task. It required a lot of mental presence; but by the time she was in bed at night, it all hit back again. She thought maybe this is how life is supposed to be for her, lonely – maybe it was not her brain playing her tricks but her brain making her see how her life truly was.

It’d been two weeks since the Lockehold family picked Y/N up from the airport, and on one side getting physically adjusted to this new life hadn't been as rough as she thought it’d be. She did have it easy, if she had to admit – a big room in a giant, beautiful home and a car to her disposal. Emotionally, on the other side, life was still the same.

She knew the moment she heard heels hitting the cold marble staircase Bella was on her way down with Ivy, the eldest of the three sisters, following close behind, complaining about a hangout she was apparently going to miss because they “are expecting a guest” as Bella announced, meaning neither of her parents could drive her. That’s how Y/N found herself sitting in her (borrowed) blue Jeep Renegade driving Ivy to her friend Lily’s house – who lived in the same rich, over-the-top neighborhood as her guest family, which meant the ride to and back was no longer than twenty minutes. During those minutes together, though, Y/N could physically feel the irritation running through Ivy’s blood because first, she still wasn’t too fond of Y/N because she is 16 and doesn’t need a babysitter -her words, not Y/N’s- and second, Y/N is still not accustomed to driving on the other side of the road.

Technically, Y/N had the weekends off. Living with the same people who employed her gladly didn’t mean working 24/7, but she hoped she could earn a couple of points in her favor if she took her free time to drive her around.

After a short conversation between the two (where Ivy refused to save Y/N’s number in case an emergency came up because she could always call her dad), Y/N dropped her off and drove back to the Lockehold’s. What caught her off guard, was the sight of someone in the driveway at the house next door getting suitcases out of the trunk of a black cab – there hadn’t been any movement in the old Victorian mansion since she’d moved in next door. A man, definitely very tall, dressed in a dark suit is all Y/N could decipher since it was already dark outside and she had to strictly concentrate on not switching to the opposite side of the road out of habit.

Alex was coming down the stairs when Y/N locked the front door – Bella’s husband was a very handsome man for his age, probably anyone could admit it. He was kind of scary sometimes, but was a true sweetheart on the inside; he’s in his mid-40’s and it was clear as day his family meant everything to him, he even treated Y/N like his own daughter, always making sure she’s comfortable and inviting her to most family hangouts – even though Y/N declined pretty often to allow them to have quality time as a family (and because being too socially involved drained her, but they needn’t have to know that)

“You wanna join us for dinner? We have a guest tonight. A family friend.”

“Oh, no, I'm good, you guys enjoy yourselves. I’ll say hello, though.” Y/N replied with a smile; and as before mentioned, even though she had the weekends to herself, they still loved to insist on her joining them for fancy dinners and whatnot. The Lockehold’s loved being hostesses, loved having people around (from what Y/N learned this past two weeks) but she really wanted -and needed- some time for herself after being with them the entire week, and even though she loved hanging out with them, she just wasn’t in the mood tonight.

“You sure? Bella made homemade pasta, from scratch. Her specialty.” Mouthwatering, Y/N thought. Bella was such an amazing cook, and even though she worked hours upon hours every day, she still came to her husband and kids in time to make dinner every night, not missing a single day.

“Sounds delicious, but I think I’ll pass, I’m just really tired.” And before anyone could make another comment, the loud bell ringing through the main floor of the house startled Y/N as it’s louder than ordinary – and sounded kind of old and creepy, in her opinion. By the time the constant thud in her chest lowered to a normal speed, she could recognize Bella’s voice in the foyer, meaning she was the one who received their guest, with a deep voice following after saying 'thank you for having me'.

"He's here!" Alex clasped his hands together, a wide smile appearing in his face. Y/N followed him into the living room where Bella was already chatting animatedly with a man; tall and with broad shoulders (but not excessively; just the right amount) his figure was leaning slightly forward as he listened to Bella rambling about all the 'good things he had missed while he was away'. His hands were clasped on his back and when he lifted his head, he made direct eye contact with Y/N without even having to search for her eyes. His brown curls were perfectly placed on top of his head looking extremely soft, and when he ran his hand through it Y/N couldn’t help but swallow harshly. He undoubtedly looked like someone who belonged in Hollywood next to a young Leo DiCaprio and he was definitely older than Y/N – probably already in his 30's, she guessed, but ageing like the finest wine. He had the softest looking wrinkles in the corners of his eyes – those eyes, forest green; reminded Y/N of what used to be home for her. His intense gaze held a lot of emotion, a lot of thought, unlike his face, that appeared stiff and cold, with a slight crease between his brows. His pink, heart-shaped lips were pressed in a line, a cute mole adorning one side of his chin.

"Harry! It's so good to see you, we've missed you." Alex's excitement forced him to drift his gaze away from Y/N, leaving her like a heated teenager salivating for him. Y/N honestly thought he might had left her speechless and most likely with increasing probabilities to make a fool out of herself if someone needed her to talk, as she was certain she wouldn't be able to formulate any coherent sentences.

Harry. It totally suited him, Y/N repeated his name a couple of times inside her head to check on its pronunciation. Alex reached him and pulled him in a big hug, patting each other's back, and Harry's lips broke into a huge smile making a line of pearly white teeth appear. And dimples. God, he had dimples.

This is how I die, Y/N thought.

"So good to see you, Alex." If sex was a sound, his voice would definitely be it.

"Your skin is glowing, Harry. Italy always does you wonders." Bella gushed. And she was right – his skin had this beautiful golden undertone, but it looked natural and radiant, almost like the sun itself kissed and caressed his skin with the softest touches. Alex snapped Y/N into reality when he turned to face her and grabbed her hand to pull her closer to them, starting a long introduction no one was paying much attention to, explaining how he’d missed her arrival, like he even cared, and how she was the Au Pair they’d all been talking about ever since February. It wasn’t until Alex mentioned something about Y/N and Harry probably seeing each other a lot she was suddenly interested in what was actually going on.

“He owns the school the girl’s attend.” Alex directed towards her. Now, Y/N assumed the moment she laid eyes on him he was probably rich – who wears a suit to a Sunday dinner with friends? Rich people are weird, that’s something we can all agree on; but owning a school which’s monthly fees per kid were worth three of her salaries? That was quite unexpected.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry." Y/N offered him her hand, trying to sound as casual as possible, even if her skin felt like it was burning under his intense gaze and her eyes were definitely betraying her.

"The pleasure’s all mine, Y/N." He shook her hand. His strong hold sent shivers down her spine; the cold rings making a big contrast against the heat his hand radiated and she couldn't help but fantasize about how his touch would feel in some other places.

The sudden embarrassment feeling hot against her cheeks made her turn around impossibly faster, feeling guilty at the dirty thoughts consuming her brain while around her bosses – and in front of him. Making a beeline straight to her room, announcing she was calling it a night, she sent Harry a quick -but quite charming- smile, and couldn’t help but soften at the sound of Anya running down the stairs yelling an excited ‘Harryyyy’ once she was past the kitchen.

She knew she got lucky with her commodities – an entire studio-like apartment past the main kitchen of the house, where the servant’s area used to be located a handful of decades ago; but she cussed in a whisper when she remembered half way through her making of a sandwich (four hours after she’d retreated to her bedroom and because she decided on skipping dinner that night, not having enough energy to cook) that her lazy ass still hadn’t bought mayonnaise. Her small kitchen had enough space to hold her snacks, along with some ingredients to make a few meals, since she only had to worry about food on the weekends. Reluctantly, she took the small plate holding her sandwich and made her way towards the main kitchen. There was no way in hell she’d eat a sandwich with no mayo – never in a million years, too dry to go down her throat.

I guess they won't mind if I grab just enough to put on my sandwich, she thought. The house was quiet, everyone probably already in bed, therefore she almost pissed herself when she found Harry sitting in one of the kitchen stools, looking down at his phone with an annoyed expression adorning his face. Almost as if he could sense someone was in the same room, he looked up to find Y/N standing at the kitchen threshold, his face abandoning any sort of emotion.

"Hey."

"Hi." Y/N walked towards the fridge on the far right of the kitchen, opposite from where she came in. "Sorry, I thought no one was here."

"Don't worry, just waiting for Bella and Alex to come back down to have some tea, they're putting the girls to sleep. Would you like to join us?" He offered. And honestly, she'd love to say yes and just listen to him talk with that deep, melodic voice, but her stomach was really hating her right now.

"I'm good, just grabbing some mayo. Thank you, though." She declined with a small smile.

"Next time." He sounded more demanding than suggesting, which slightly baffled Y/N. "Can I ask where you are from?" He asked respectfully.

"A small town in the Argentine Patagonia." Y/N replied with her back facing him as she busied herself with the mayonnaise container.

"Never been to Argentina. Or anywhere in South America, actually." And when Y/N turned around, sandwich in hand ready to go back to her room, their eyes met across the kitchen and she felt the heat creeping up her neck for the second time that night. Y/N wondered how his gaze was always this intense – she wasn’t a fan of how they’d barely exchanged a few words and somehow she felt so exposed.

"You should. It's beautiful." She almost, almost, choked on her own words and when she looked down at her fuzzy pink socks and back to him to try and calm her growing nerves down, he surprised her when she caught him looking up and down her body – in any other case she definitely would’ve felt creeped out, but there was something about him, the fact that he definitely didn’t do it with the intention of her catching him (she noticed how he shifted uncomfortably on his seat after the exchange) and how he simply added a “I’m sure it is," afterwards, she knew she was fucked right then and there – she wanted him looking at her. Was that something bad?

But then – then she remembered how she was wearing her soft cotton pajamas, and she began wondering if he was just laughing internally at her outfit instead of checking her out like she initially thought. And just like a save from heaven, Bella and Alex appeared in the kitchen discussing who was picking Ivy up from her friend's house. "Hi Y/N, still awake?"

"Yeah, got hungry. Stole a bit of mayo, hope you don't mind." She shyly held the plate up.

"Please, this is your house too." Alex waved her off.

"Thanks. Gonna go back now." Y/N pointed towards the small hallway that led to her room. "Goodnight." Turning her body to walk away, she caught Harry's eyes, again, still staring at her, but decided on simply walking away, breaking eye contact, making that small interaction their last one for the night.

The following week consisted of Anya and Y/N playing lots of fun games, trying to get a word out of Charlie and Ivy ignoring her for the most part. Her relationship with each of them was completely different, each trusting her at their own peace, getting used to having a stranger around. Anya seemed the only one openly excited to hang out with Y/N every day, and even though she could tell Charlie didn't exactly mind her presence, she still hadn't talked to her as much as she'd like her to.

"What are you up to, Charlie?" Y/N asked the seven year old as she sat next to her in the big playroom they had on the main floor. Charlie kept her gaze locked on her drawing with a handful of crayons on her right hand as she drew with her left. "You're left handed? That's so cool!" Bella had mentioned some time ago that Charlie had a really hard time letting people in, Y/N knew it'd take some time for her to see her as a friend -like she wanted her to- rather than someone who gets paid to hang out with her, but Bella confessed Charlie was actually really excited to meet Y/N, which felt like a small relief, knowing she actually wanted her there – unlike Ivy. Charlie spoke only when necessary and struggled with making friends but her psych pedagogue said she's just really shy and that ‘once she breaks out of her shell, she's unstoppable’. "I love the birds you drew here." Y/N pointed at some small birds sitting in a tree branch.

"Bluebirds." She murmured.

Getting a single word from her was considered progress, in Y/N’s opinion, but that’s all she got for the entire afternoon – even after constantly sending comments her way while playing with Anya so Charlie wouldn’t feel left out, not a single word came out of her mouth. Anya mentioned Harry at some point while talking about her favorite doll (which Harry had gifted her for her 3rd birthday) and the flash of captivating green eyes almost blinded her internally (she couldn’t deny she’d thought about Harry every once in a while this past week)

And it wasn’t until later that same day, after spending a long while sitting alone in a nearby park, she got the chance to see him again – even if he had scared her (almost) to death, she couldn’t help but feel an annoying flutter in her stomach.

She would like to say she loved her long walks during the most unreasonable times at night, but her reasoning behind her late night needs of distraction didn’t exactly thrill her. It was during the quietest and most peaceful times of the day when her mind seemed to speed faster than ever before; the sleepless nights and brain-wrecking thinking of how alone and empty she actually felt, along with the laziness and reluctance when it came to things that used to make her happy weighed her down like carrying a sack of potatoes on her back.

As she was walking past her neighbor's house (the one where she had seen that man with the suitcases last week) she noticed someone sitting on the large porch. Weird, she thought. She hadn't noticed any movement in the house since that night a week ago, to the point she even considered it being empty again. The silhouette seemed oddly familiar though she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

"Y/N." She slightly jumped as she heard them call for her, in a strong and deep accent. Was that...

"Harry?" She asked befuddled. Did he live there? She watched as he stood up from his sitting position on the outdoor couch and walked across his front yard to take a closer look at him stopping at the bottom of the short staircase that leads to the porch. "What are you doing up so late?" And then something clicked in her brain – he was probably the man she saw that night, with his suitcases. It made sense, how he probably got home from vacation the same day he had dinner at the Lockehold's – the same day Bella mentioned something about him being in Italy

"Can't sleep." He simply replied, with a small sigh. He then nodded to the seat behind him, and Y/N could physically feel her brain going a thousand miles per minute. She sat on the far left of the couch as he retook his seat on the right, "what are you doing up so late?" He repeated her question.

And Y/N repeated his answer. "Can't sleep."

So they sat in silence, what felt like hours barely being a few seconds. "Didn't know you lived next door." Y/N took the time to take in his side profile - sharp and long nose, the tip curving slightly downwards when he spoke the next line.

"Never mentioned it." He replied apathetically. The unexpected switch in his tone made her immediately shut up, and even though it confused Y/N as to why he would want her joining him if he didn't want to talk, she was dreading going back to her room alone to drown in her thoughts again. She'd take uncomfortable company over being alone when her head got like this, it helped her get distracted; overthinking this situation instead of the same scenarios that constantly lived in her head.

They again sat in silence for a while, this time for longer than a few minutes, and even though it was slightly uncomfortable, there was an unspoken understanding between them. He just wanted company, and so did she. This time, however, it was him who tried for conversation. "Why did you choose England for your Au Pair program?"

"I was actually convinced I was going to choose France," Y/N shared with a soft tone, "but when I met the girls in one of my interviews I just knew I had to come here. Anya was so excited about meeting me, she thought it was already settled." She ended with a small smile on her lips. The memory of Anya smiling happily at her through the computer screen even when she hadn't had met her yet warming her heart.

It was true, the fact that she’d chosen England because of the girls. She wanted to learn French – she knew her way around the English language pretty well; but the French family whom interviewed her didn’t come close to the Lockehold’s at all – she thought maybe the experience of living in a whole different continent with a wonderful family was better than choosing a place because of the language – the experience was being experienced either way.

"Anya is a very special kid. They all are." Harry declared, the left corner of his mouth turning upwards in a small half smile.

Y/N nodded slowly before asking, "How long have you known them?" She could recall Alex saying he was a family friend – but she had no other information about him besides that.

"A while." The small conversation went for a long while, he shared the real reason as to why he was awake so late, explaining how he has struggled with falling asleep ever since he was young, but besides that comment, he kept his life very private; not sharing much information about himself during their chat, and every time Y/N reciprocated a question, he would either answer vaguely or didn't answer at all, changing the subject with another question. "It's really late" He commented, Y/N’s phone reading 1:08am.

"Yeah, I should probably go to bed." She lifted her head to look at him, who was already searching for her eyes. Y/N cleared her throat when a few moments passed by, again, with no one speaking a word. She wondered what could possibly be going through his head at the time, but he nodded, got up and said, "I'll see you around, Y/N." Her name flowed so nicely out of his lips it made her knees get weak. Locking herself in her bedroom (after entering it by the door at the side of the house – which leaded straight to her room) she laid in bed trying to understand why they’d just hang out in his front porch way past midnight when they clearly didn’t know each other very well – or at all, better said.

First day of classes came by in a heartbeat. The first Monday of September Y/N found herself getting up earlier than she was accustomed to, since the girl's sleeping schedule was different during the summer. 6:15am read her alarm when she lazily threw the soft covers off her body. A quick shower and minimal makeup application later, she stood naked next to her bed checking the weather app, as to know how to prepare the girl's clothes.

After putting a soft pink sweater on and a pair of flared jeans, Y/N left the warmth of her room to wake the girls up. Going for Charlie first (since she didn't need any help changing into her uniform and Ivy used her own alarm) she didn't give Y/N any work at all, waking up immediately after softly calling her name once. Picking her uniform from her closet and leaving it for her to change, Y/N left Charlie’s room to walk towards the next door.

"Morning, Anya." She whispered as she brushed some of her hair out of her face. Anya’s little nose scrunched up and a soft whimper left her mouth as she switched positions, now laying on her side, "gotta wake up, love." Y/N shook her arm softly, and she finally opened her eyes, a tired smile creeping up her face as she noticed it was Y/N sitting next to her. Y/N left her to rub the tiredness off her eyes while she picked her clothes (since her daycare was at the same school her older sister's attended -Harry's school, Y/N couldn't help but think- her uniform consisted of only a white t-shirt with the school logo along with any pair of bottoms she chose for the day.

After picking up her cute small rain boots and help her get dressed up, Y/N did a cute hairstyle on her with the small butterfly hair clips she chose, and went back to Charlie's room to do her hair, Anya coming along.

They arrived at their school; a big, period-like brick building with hundreds of students roaming around and a beautiful fountain at the front – which actually made Y/N’s childhood look like a big joke; the school she had attended was located in the middle of the mountains in a remote field.

"I'll be here at two thirty. Good luck, girls, I'll see you later." Ivy walked away sending a 'mhm' her way to let her know she heard her, and Charlie offered a small smile along with a wave and walked away like her sister. Y/N took Anya off her car seat and helped her get out of the car, her tiny backpack sitting on Y/N’s right shoulder as she grabbed the hand Anya offered her.

"Mommy said I have the penguins' classroom!" She said with excitement as they walked through the doors at the right wing of the building.

"That's so cool! I love penguins, let's search for the door which has penguins on it, shall we?" Y/N suggested even though she could clearly see their door at the end of the hallway.

"Yes! This one has elephants," she pointed at the door they were passing, "look, butterflies!"

"Like your hairclips!" Y/N exclaimed, and she giggled nodding her head. "Ah! Look what we found..." Y/N pointed at the next door.

"Penguins!" She skipped towards the door, dragging Y/N along. They entered the big and colorful classroom where they found some kids crying in their parent’s arms, others being as excited as Anya.

"Hi there! Anya, am I correct?" A woman who appeared to be around Y/N’s age came up to them, scrunching down to be on Anya’s eye level. She nodded frantically, excitement dripping from her smile. "My name is Miss Pia, I'm going to be your teacher this year." She introduced herself, Anya gave her an even bigger smile and slyly asked if she could go meet her classmates, to which Miss Pia agreed, asking her to first hang her small backpack in the rack at the back of the room, taking it from my hands and running excitedly to do it.

"You must be Y/N, then?" Miss Pia asked, getting back up to her feet. She was short with blonde curly hair sitting high in a ponytail, rosy cheeks and a cute teacher apron on top of her regular clothes.

"I am." Y/N offered her hand.

"The administration office said we would be having an Au Pair this year, they always give us a heads up with situations like these." She explained, and Y/N nodded as she continued, "we have the parents, nannies or in this case, Au Pairs," they both laughed," stay for the introduction, you can leave afterwards."

"Perfect, I'll sit at the back with the rest of the parents." Y/N ended up staying for about half an hour, smiling at Anya every time she turned to search for her when something exciting seemed to be happening. She won't be needing any adaptation, as Miss Pia said, and she was dismissed right before they had their first trip to the playground outside, taking advantage of the fact that it hadn't started raining yet.

Right when Y/N was walking out of the building, she spotted Harry at the main entrance, reading something on his phone. He was wearing a navy blue suit with a white shirt underneath, and he looked even more handsome in the daylight. She made her way towards him, walking up the marble stairs (marble stairs! In a school?), and when he noticed her, he put his phone away and slowly (and trying to be as discrete as possible – which he failed to, again) looked up and down her body. Something about him giving her his full attention made her insides burn, and she couldn’t help but bit her bottom lip to suppress a smile.

"Hi." She stopped in front of him, taking a moment to look at his eyes; they definitely looked a lot lighter now that there was natural light surrounding them.

"Hi." He repeated, "Dropped the girl's off?" He motioned towards the building with his head.

"Yes, just left Anya’s classroom." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

"Miss Pia?" He asked, squinting his eyes.

"Yes. She's nice, looks like she knows what she's doing." Y/N shrugged. She didn't exactly know her enough to have a conversation about her – and she most definitely couldn’t be one to talk, since she herself didn’t know what she was doing half of the time. “How’s the first day back been so far?” He got cut off from his next comment by his phone, and the small crease between his eyebrows grew deeper, which didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N. "I'll leave you to it." She announced, but his eyes found hers again, and it was almost like he was asking for her to not leave him to it, but Y/N didn’t trust her instincts, not with him – not when he made her so nervous her brain couldn’t process things around him, and she was scared of misreading his expressions; he was hard to read. Not like she was expert at reading people but he was frustratingly confusing.

They didn't see each other again until a week later on a Tuesday evening – the same day Charlie, Anya and her decided to go for a walk and treat themselves with ice cream from a cute shop across from (what had come to be) her favorite park, Harry and Y/N found each other's eyes across his front garden, just like that night, but this time it was easy for her to recognize him as she could see his face clear and glowing from the sunset shine. His eyes were glued to her until the fence that divided their houses blocked his view, and again, Y/N wondered what could be going through his head.

It wasn’t until after dinner, past her work hours, she decided to leave the house through the door on her room with the sparking curiosity to test if she would run into Harry. Stopping on the sidewalk in front of his house, she noticed he was not sitting outside, and even though that's exactly what she had expected -he was not going to sit there for hours and hours, right?- There still was a small feeling of disappointment that rushed through her, and when she snapped back into reality, it was too late to stop herself as she knocked on his front door.

And Y/N didn’t know where to hide – not like hiding would be less embarrassing but God she did hate herself that moment. The embarrassment running through her veins was painful and made her lightheaded – she knew she had trouble sometimes with not thinking things through, but this was beyond her. He barely knew her. And suddenly his door was wide open.

"Y/N?" Of course she was not lucky enough for him to be asleep and not hearing her knock – life would’ve been too in her favor for that to happen. Of course he was very awake with a half drank cup of tea in his hand and the softest looking pair of grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. "Are you ok? You look really pale." His voice was calm, probably the softest it'd ever been in her presence. At least he doesn't sound mad, Y/N thought.

Harry wanted to be confused, but he was more curious than anything else. For some reason, he felt very intrigued by Y/N – how she seemed confident but insanely insecure at the same time; it reminded him of himself, if he had to be honest. He just learned how to hide the latter.

"Uh, yeah- um, I was-" she nervously turned around halfway to look behind her and back at him again. He raised his eyebrows in curiosity and Y/N really tried her hardest not to step over her words. "I was about to go for a walk, uh, I was wondering if you'd like to join me?" Stupid. So, so stupid, Y/N thought.

"No, I'm good." He replied, finding oh-so-amusing the way her eyes gave her embarrassment away – he was having fun, watching her like a lost puppy trying to think through her next words.

Her mind was, of course, over speeding. She now felt even more embarrassed. Of course he doesn't want to go for a walk, Y/N conscience spoke to her, it's a Tuesday night and he's probably tired and I'm his friends' Au Pair – he probably thinks I'm this young and annoying girl who has a stupid crush and- "would you like to join me?" He interrupted her self-beating up raising his cup and she noticed the half smile adorning his face, almost like he could tell the wheels in her brain were fast-moving.

"Wouldn't want to interrupt-"

"You're not. I wouldn't have invited you in if you were. C'mon in, now. It's kinda cold out here." He disappeared inside of his house, leaving her on his porch with an open mouth and a blank brain. After closing the door behind her and taking her black vans off, she turned on her left as she guessed that was the way Harry went – and she knew she’d guessed correctly when she stepped into a big open-plan concept living room with a giant kitchen on the far back, Harry standing with his back towards her preparing her tea, "sugar?"

"No, thank you." She sat in one of the stools at the kitchen island as she took the scene in front of her. Her very cute (and much older), very hot neighbor Harry, in sweatpants and a very thin white shirt, a small patch of skin showing on his hip, making her tea. His shoulders were broad and she could see his back muscles moving as he poured steaming hot water into the cup, the little curls on his neck so inviting, if only she could run her hand through his soft looking hair just once-

"There you go. Cardamom." He snapped her out of her (probably inappropriate) thoughts, and she thanked him as she grabbed the cup from where he placed it; he stayed in his position standing in front of her on the other side of the island, with his forearms against the cold marble, sipping on his own mug, thinking about how strange it felt to have someone he wasn’t close with sitting in his kitchen after so long. "Why are you up so late?"

"I couldn't sleep."

"I figured. I couldn't either, looks like we both have a bit of sleeping issues, huh?" He sounded playful, but tired. Y/N knew exactly how it felt, being so tired but not being able to peacefully go to bed and get some needed rest.

"I remember you mentioning it before, I figured I'd check if you were up. Walking helps me relax, thought maybe you'd enjoy it too." OK, that wasn't entirely true but her reasoning to be there was quite similar – to check if he was up so they could, maybe, share a quiet night like that one a few weeks ago. None of them understood why they found such comfort in each other’s company – none of them felt like they needed to try too hard.

At some point during their conversation they moved to the couch, where they laid with a wide gap between their bodies. "Elton John's was definitely an interesting read. Lots of crazy anecdotes, you should read it."

"Probably not as good as Keith's, but I'll give it a go." He let a dimpled smile creep into his face, turning his head to look at her from across the couch and the annoying turn her stomach made obliged her to return it, just as bright as his. Finding out their music taste was quite similar made Y/N’s insides all warm and fuzzy, he showed her his vinyl collection (which was quite large) and ranted about how the modern industry was missing a rock star with some of that unexplainable essence old rock bands have – to which she respond saying maybe that something that makes them special was the fact that they were old bands... added to the fact that even though she was an old music lover, modern pop was her guilty pleasure.

Their third teacups were long forgotten on the modern coffee table by the time he noticed Y/N’s eyes were slowly beginning to close and he, as last time, said, "it's really late." And Y/N only nodded and tiredly got up from her position, with him following close behind.

"Goodnight, Harry. Thank you for having me even though I came unannounced." She shyly said, her actions still making her embarrassed even though it had already been a couple of hours.

"My pleasure. We should- do this again," He coughed into his hand, and uncomfortably continued, "I enjoy your company." That sentence alone made her heart explode with a thousand emotions, because even though they barely knew each other and it clearly pained him to admit he enjoyed having her around, his presence made her calm but anxious in a peculiar mixture of emotions. All she did in return was gift him a big smile, face hot of embarrassment (a nice kind of embarrassment, that feeling when you just want to smile really big and tightly hug whoever is making you feel that way) and slowly pushed herself up on her tiptoes to give him a sweet kiss on the cheek. "Bye." He said lastly, and closed his front door with red cheeks and dimples on display.

- Joey.

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Lover - Percy Jackson x Fem!reader

SUMMARY: You’ve crushed on Percy for years, him on the other hand? It’s more of a recent development. That doesn’t mean he likes you any less.

(Older Percy & reader - they're like 21) ALSO idk perfectly what happens in trials of apollo so let’s just ✨ignore that ✨ & this isn’t sexual despite what the title may suggest

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

A/N: hi friends this is for @fromthewatertribe ‘s 1k follower event!! Im sure most of you have but if not definitely check out their work!! Its soooo good I promises and ugh their Leo fic?! *chefs kiss* anyway idk if this is any good oop I tried

PROMPTS USED: 9 & 11. (they’re bolded)

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of ptsd & anxiety, kissing stuff lol ish eh idk, mentions of percabeth breakup?? Does that count?

MASTERLIST: here!

An obnoxiously red and orange light filters into the motel room, even with the old and tattered curtains closed, the motels’ sign conquers its way through the fabric. Sighing you flop yourself on the faded, probably twenty-year-old bed. Nose scrunching as some dust raises into the air, consequently letting out a sneeze.

“Bless you.”

“Did you just bless yourself?”

You winced at the reminder someone else was in the room, exhausted after the two-day travel to a motel room in the middle of whoop. “Yeah…”

“You really are something, aren’t you?” At the calm amusement evident in his tone, your heart rate began to slow down. He didn’t think you were crazy.

You let out a breathy laugh. Wow, I wonder how those stains got on the ceiling? Lava monster perhaps? Are those even a thing? Probably.

“Yeah… well, someone has to Jackson.” You glance towards him, he’s sitting at the small, poor excuse of a dining table. Heart rate picking up again as he gives you a small smile, already having his eyes on you this entire time.

“If I don’t, who will?” you continue.

“Touché. In that case, I’ll do the blessing from now on; you deserve a break.” Shooting you a wink. Instantly feeling flustered at his action, you fight the urge to cover your face with your hands.

Oh, Percy, if only you knew you’ve already been blessing me for the past six years.

“Even say…. If we’re in a battle?” you muse.

He gets up from the table and walks towards you. Once he reaches your side of the queen bed, he kneels, grabbing the hand closest to him, while putting his other on top of his heart. “Oh, y/n l/n, even with my dying breath.”

With that, you burst into a fit of laughter. This boy and his sarcasm.

You play along. “Hmmm what a great tale that will be. The one and only, Perseus Jackson, spending his final breath on sweet old y/n l/n. How dare you burden me with such a legacy to live up to! They’ll think I’m your lover, you know. Demigods all around the world will come searching for me, just to gawk at the beauty that stole your heart.”

At this point, Percy has fallen from his kneeling position, completely lying on the ground, overcome with laughter.

“This isn’t funny, Percy! How am I supposed to live with the guilt of knowing I don’t live up to their expectations?! I’m hardly a warrior either, oh the disappointment.”

Gasping for breath, he manages to find his words, “Don’t stress it y/n, you’re plenty beautiful. I just know they’ll all be stunned by your beauty. Don’t sell yourself short… trust me, once they see you, they’ll be envious that my lover was so enraptured by me that you’ll never be able to love again.”

Now it was your turn to laugh. Would that be so bad?

Gasping for breath, eventually, both of your laughs die down, leaving you both breathing heavily. “C’mon Percy, let’s get some sleep. Its going to be a long week of scouting for demigods if we’re tired.”

As Percy nods, silently getting up to go to the bathroom to change, but he can’t help but think to himself that he wouldn’t mind if he was stuck in the middle of nowhere with you. No matter how long.

It had been three days since you and Percy arrived in the town you continuously fail to remember the name of. It wasn’t the only thing you were failing at doing either, because it seemed that for some unknown reason, the school that was supposed to arrive here for their camping trip still hadn’t shown up.

“We should send an Iris message to camp. It doesn’t look like they’re showing up any time soon, and by the looks of things, we’re going to need to have them send someone for more supplies.”

Percy sighed, looking out the window. Was this the opportunity he was looking for? Maybe… he knew he’d be a stupid fool to pass it up. Swept up in his new thoughts, he never replied. “Percy?”

Without even looking at you, he nodded, turning to go to the bathroom, “Yeah sure, I’ll go into the bathroom and make the call.”

Humming in acknowledgement as he left the room, you couldn’t help but stare at the spot he was previously standing in from your position on the edge of the bed. He doesn’t look too good.

For such a great hero, you wondered if this quest was doing him any good. After the first day of scouting the campsite, it was obvious he was already antsy to get home. It seemed no matter how light you tried to keep the atmosphere; it was like something was weighing on his mind. Mostly when you were both in the motel room together, you supposed it was because he barely went on quests nowadays. Understandably so, after all, who could blame him for wanting a break and spend time with his family? This made you feel immensely guilty since you could never give him words of truly understanding what he’s gone through. You’d arrived at camp a few days before him, yet over the years you were never sent onto a major quest. It upset you greatly at first, but you grew to appreciate your time at camp.

Before your mind could delve further into its guilt and self-pity, Percy re-entered the room, sitting next to you with a huff. “It’s all good. They’re going to send Leo with some extra supplies, and he’ll help us for the rest of this quest.”

Accidentally getting swept up in how pretty his eyes were, you tensed up, realising he was staring at you expectantly. Quickly nodding and clearing your throat you looked down to your lap, “ahh, okay that sounds good. I guess we’ll have time to sightsee or something…”

Sightsee? Really y/n? There’s nothing in this stupid town!

An awkward silence filled the room. Due to your previous thoughts, you were unsure how to proceed. This was the first time you were alone with him and had nothing else better to do.

Percy on the other hand, found that the obvious swooning look in your eyes was his green light. “Uhhh actually y/n?”

Oh, please don’t ask me why I basically just drooled all over you for NO FUCKING REASON. Snapping your head back up to look at him, you desperately tried to ignore the pounding in your chest that managed to find its way into your ears, “yeah?”

“There’s something I want to ask you.”

Holy shit he knows, doesn’t he? He knows I’ve liked him this entire time, and he’s going to reject me even though I never even said anything!

“I uhm… look I know we’re kind of on a small quest and all but technically we ARE waiting for Leo and the school to arrive before we continue… and you know we kind of have like at least a day or two until then so I was just wondering…”

“Yeah, Percy? You can just say it, you know; I really don’t mind.” I do mind, but please get this over with before I cry. With your heart rate increasing at an alarming rate and face heating up so much, you wanted Zeus to blast you right then and there.

Percy felt like he was about to puke, he’d never felt this nervous before. Yeah, he had his moments growing up with Annabeth, after all, she was his first girlfriend, but this was different. He wanted this to be different. Sure, he never regretted their relationship, and yes, he knew he’d always remember everything they went through- what he went through but… he wanted a clean slate. He desperately just wanted nothing more than to know that there was at least one person in his life that wasn’t constantly fighting for their lives—someone who didn’t have to live with as much trauma as him.

“W- would you maybe... Gods, do you want to have dinner tomorrow night? Maybe at the diner further into the town?”

HOLY FUCK.

He was interested and honestly, you were over the moon. Breathing out the breath you were holding in, you fail to hide the smile on your face, “yeah, I’d like that.”

His face instantly broke out into a wide smile matching yours. “Wait really?”

Unable to hold back a small giggle, you nodded, “yeah, Percy.”

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you admire the blue dress you found in a charity shop this morning while Percy was sleeping. I can’t believe this is happening.

If you had old even more awkward 15-year-old y/n that you were about to go on a date with the boy you admired from your table during meals (when he was there), you would’ve laughed. Mainly because at that point, he didn’t even know you existed, only having your first conversation during the battle of Manhattan when you were helping Will.

Okay… lets do this.

Walking out of the bathroom, Percy is already sitting on the bed in his usual t-shirt, jeans and converse waiting for you.

“Woah… You look uh-” Never finishing his statement, worry bubbled in your chest.

“Oh, uhm… I- I can change if you’d like?

Jumping up from his place on the bed, his head shook quickly. “NO! N-no don’t do that.”

“Ah uhm… okay? Sorry, it’s just I saw it in a store earlier and uhm… it looked nice, and I just thought that maybe it’d be cool to maybe put in a bit more effort? I mean… not that you don’t look good or anything! I love what you wear, you always look nice! but I don’t know… I don’t get to look nice much and… I just wanted it to be kinda special since we don’t get to… well our lives don’t really grant us these opportunities very often. Or at least for me anyway…”

“Hey, no, it’s okay! I totally get it… you look beautiful.” After hearing your small confession and thought to prepare for your date, his heart felt like it was melting. How could someone be so thoughtful when all he was doing was taking you to a rundown diner who probably only served mediocre burgers?

A small wave of guilt washed through him. Feeling like he would never be able to truly sweep you off your feet or give you that sweet, tooth-rotting love and affection, every day, just like you deserved. After everything, he knew he could try his best but even then, he’d never be able to hide the anxiety or PTSD he had acquired over the years.

You looked up to him with a smirk. “Glad to hear it, lover.”

Cheeks heating up at your comment, he laughed trying to play it off as cool as possible. Taking a step closer to you and flattening his shirt as if it would wipe away its wrinkles, he held out his arm. “Shall we, lover?”

Matching his level of fake sophistication, you linked your arm with his, “with pleasure.”

And with that, you both walked out of the motel, with hopeful spirits. To any onlooker, you both looked like normal young adults.

“Where the fuck are you?!” Percy’s voice boomed from his end of the phone, supposedly made without any monster risks.

You winced, slowly and cautiously walking your way out of the forest. The once clean dress was now covered in dirt and had few tears. It went perfectly with your dishevelled, twig and leaf infested hair.

“Space doesn’t really exist, so I’m nowhere. Life is built on social constructs and, since there’s no way to know if we’re really alive or if it’s just an illusion, I can’t be anywhere.”

“Y/n.”

Okay, he was concerned, and you couldn’t blame him. After all, how did you expect him to react after getting separated from you as you were chased into the woods by an Empousai after dinner?

Romance at its finest.

“Yeah, sorry, I got caught up, but I’ll be there soon.”

Ending the call, you couldn’t help but feel guilty as you replayed the events that just occurred in your head. The date was amazing. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but it was still sweet. Which led you both to go on one of those cliché night walks. That was nice too, until two Empousai came out of the forest and decided to attack you both.

Percy being…. Well Percy, he swiftly got out riptide and didn’t hesitate to defend the two of you. You, on the other hand, were completely caught off guard only just noticing as one of them turned their focus on you while Percy was distracted.

And what did you do like the perfectly trained demigod you were?

You ran like a headless chicken into the forest.

After a few minutes of running, they tackled you into the ground. Trying and failing failed to shove them off, you suddenly remembered the dagger you strapped to your thigh under your dress and stabbed them.

Clearly not your proudest moments.

Finally making it back to the room, you unlocked the door and let out a huff of relief. “Well… that date didn’t go as expected.”

Percy, took in your current state staring at you with wide eyes… but he didn’t say anything. Is he angry at me? Fuck now he’s going to call off whatever this is, all because I’m an incompetent idiot! I knew I should have tried harder in the sparring activities at camp.

Feeling highly intimidated under his intense stare, you began to play with the hem of your dress, voice going quiet. “Look I uh- I know it probably wasn’t the date you were hoping for but I uhm-“

Before you could even finish your poor excuses, your words are soon lost entirely. Percy stalked towards you with a determined look on his face. Reaching you, he firmly placed his hands on either side of your face, smashing his lips onto yours.

You let out a small, muffled squeak of surprise as your eyebrows shot up into Olympus. Yet unlike your fighting skills, this was something you managed to adapt to at a faster pace.

Eyes fluttering closed, you fisted his shirt, pulling him closer.

Please don’t let this be a dream.

Because Gods forbid if this your one chance, you weren’t letting this moment end that easily.

Moving your lips against his, the urgency he came onto you with slowly began to dissipate, feeling his soft, but slightly chapped lips move against yours. Deepening the kiss, you let go of his shirt, gliding your hands up his tense torso and along his strong arms, eventually placing your hands on his wrists that were on either side of your face. Applying a small amount of pressure to the inside of his wrists with your thumbs, his mind began to drift into a calming haze as you softly stroked them. It was almost as if you were able to brush away the worry that bubbled in him when he got back to the room, only to find you weren’t there. Yet here you were… safe.

It was intoxicating and calming having him so close to you, his entire being overcoming your senses to a point where you fought the urge to let out a small whimper when he pulled away.

Resting his forehead against yours, chest rising and falling heavily flushed against you; he continued to hold you in his warm embrace. “I wouldn’t have had it any other way.” He whispers, breath fanning against your face.

Because as much as Percy was afraid he’d let you down, he knew no matter what you were worth every single risk.

“…but I’m going to have to teach you a few things when we get back to camp. We can’t have my lover running away in battle all the time, how will I know if you sneeze?”

Letting out a snort, you playfully hit his chest. “Anything for you, lover.”

A soft smile graces his face as he looks at you adoringly as the word takes on a whole new meaning… because you were right. He’d do anything.

A/N: whelp! i hope you all liked it :)) its not perfect but oh well?

also i dont have a percy jackson taglist but i gotta tag the holy grail of fic writers for this fandon eep @cabinofimagines 🙈 🙈

Divider credit: @biskit-rising

#percy jackson #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson fic #percy jackson x fem!reader #annabeth #annabeth chase #leo valdez #heros of olympus #hoo #nina's 1k event #pjo x reader #hoo x reader #percy jackson fluff #percy jackson angst

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moonofthenight · 3 years

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Skip a Beat

It's been some time but here we are. If you want to get into it again, here is the full masterlist

Credit for the boys goes to @lumosinlove

CW fighting on the ice but nothing detailed

Chapter Five

Logan was sweating, his breaths were short and his legs were getting tired. He looked over to Leo and Logan could see how frustrated he was. They were tied until the Snakes got a goal a few minutes ago, a very unfair one to be honest; Logan still thought it shouldn’t have been counted. But he was even more determined to change the score now, he just needed to get through their defense; Finn was watching and the clock kept ticking. He moved his gaze upwards.

2-3

2:58

He took a deep breath in, digging his skates into the ice, pushing forward. The puck was not far away, Malfoy moving towards him with it. He had an idea and it could either go very wrong or it would tie them up. He hadn’t done this trick since college, it always worked back then but this was the NHL and not his college league. Fortunately, Malfoy was too focused on the puck to notice how Logan moved sideways and around him, stealing the puck on his way and letting it slide right between Malfoy’s legs into Logan’s possession. The stadium erupted into cheers, a wave of red and gold showed him the way to the other side of the ice. Sirius and Remus were with him in a heartbeat, understanding his movements, following his lead. Sirius gained speed, making his way through the Green’s defense and Logan saw the opportunity, passing him the puck without a hesitation; Sirius knew, reacting fast and shooting the black circle right into the goal. Logan let his head fall back, accepting the hugs from Sirius and Remus. He looked at the black-haired man, a smile forming on his lips at the proud look on his brother’s face.

“Good job, Tremzy.”

“Anything for the team, Cap.”

Logan gave him a mock salute, knowing that someone else needs him right now.

Leo hated Overtimes nearly as much as a Shootout, the pressure just got worse and worse the longer a game went on. He learned how to deal with it over time but it’s one of those things you mess up if you concentrate too much on it. He bent down to stretch his legs but straightened up again when he saw skates stopping in front of him. Logan smiled at Leo, knocking their helmets together.

“You got this, mon amour. Just five more minutes,” Logan whispered, trying to encourage him.

“I just don’t want to mess it up now, we are so close.”

“I know, I know.”

Logan reached behind Leo, grabbing the water bottle and opening it up.

“Drink something, your body is exhausted and you will need any strength you can get.”

He took his helmet off and took a sip, his eyes searching the lounge. Finn’s eyes found his and that was the last bit he needed.

He got this.

Sirius skated over, stopping right in front of Logan, patting his helmet.

“I need you to trust me now, follow my lead, yeah?”

With a sharp nod, Logan skated into his position.

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Finn leaned over the small balcony to get a better look, his nerves were frazzled.

He did his fair share of research before the game so he knew all the team needed was one single goal. He looked to the right, just as Leo looked up to him. His heart stopped before it continued to beat in double time. He held his gaze.

You got this it said I believe in you

Leo broke the eye contact and Finn focused on the rest of the events down on the ice, his eyes on Logan now. It was hard to find him, especially when he was moving but now, without his helmet on, he could admire him without any problems. Logan looked incredible on the ice, Leo did too. Finn could feel that this was their space, their home and he was honoured to see it.

It was honestly too much for his poor nerves, it would have been amazing if someone told him how aggressive a game could get. That would have prevented the heart attack he nearly got when Logan dropped his gloves and was sent to the box with a black eye during the first period. The funny thing was, while Finn nearly fell from his seat when the first punch flew, noone around him even batted an eyelash so he was just assuming it was normal now.

The collective movement of the players signalled the start of the Overtime and Finn’s focus went back to the game. Those five minutes were the longest of his life, the Snakes were merciless, shooting shot after shot but Leo wasn’t a NHL goalie for nothing; he blocked every single one. Or Finn thought so because his brain completely shut down after Leo needed to drop down in the splits for one save; he knew he was a goner.

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The time after the game was a blur to Finn. He didn’t know where he needed to go or if the boys wanted him down with them but at the same time why would they? They just won a game and probably just wanted to celebrate and Finn definitely wasn’t important enough to-

The soft tones of his phone stopped his inner rambling.

If you go down the stairs from before again, I’ll be there to pick you up

Finn could feel the warmth creeping up his neck, excitement flowing through his body. They did want him with them. He nearly stumbled over his own feet on the way towards the stairs but he managed to catch himself.

Keep it together O’Hara.

Logan was indeed waiting for him and Finn all but fell into his arms, not that he would admit that.

“I’m not quite sure if I hate you and Leo or if I just want to celebrate with you because you did incredible. I think you did,” Finn said while peeling himself from Logan, who was still wearing his jersey (Finn wanted to wear it).

“Hey! Why would you hate us?”

“Because, Mr. Tremblay, the stunt you pulled in the first period nearly made me come down onto the ice myself and neither of you gave me a warning on how aggressive this whole thing is.”

“Oh please, this was nothing,” Logan said casually while wrapping his arm around Finn’s shoulders, who slightly leaned into the touch, “Now, let’s go. I want you to meet the team.”

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The locker room was loud and Finn already heard Taylor Swift blasting three turns away, which made him laugh under his breath. Logan pulled him around the corner and pushed the door open and Finn was greeted with a roaring crowd of adrenalin-fuelled hockey players.

“Who is this handsome boy you brought with you Tremzy and does have a brother?”, screamed one player from the other side of the room from his stall.

“That, my dear Blizzard, is Finn O’Hara and he does indeed have a brother but I won’t play wingman for you.”

Finn blushed under all the attention, he just wasn't used to it anymore.

He gave everybody a shy wave, “Hey everyone, good game.”

“Maybe we won because of you. You have to come to every game from now on,” said a boy with messy curls and glasses.

“Oh leave the poor man alone, Pots. Don’t scare him off already.”

Finn was a bit overwhelmed but he calmed down when he saw Leo making his way over to them.

“Thank you for coming today, it meant a lot to us,” he said while greeting Finn with a quick hug.

Logan took a moment to just look at Finn and maybe he saw him for the first time. The happy but nervous look in his eyes, the freckle above his lip, the way his smile creates a few wrinkles at his eyes, the way his lips were glossy, the way Finn was being Finn.

And Logan noticed how his heart changed his rhythm, altered it, adjusted it’s way of beating and made room for another person he didn’t know was missing and even though the thought of falling for Finn made him want to leave the room because Leo, it also made him feel weirdly free.

Little did he know that Leo looked at Finn the exact same way he looked at Logan and if Dumo’s eyes started to glint with a familiar excitement then that was nobody's business but his own.

#o'knutzy #dance au #lumosinlove #Skip a Beat #Skip a Beat Chapter Five #rating: t

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kvgehiras · 3 years

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waaaa i'm sure whatever you have typed up is great!! if you ever decide to post it, i'll look forward to it ♡

cough cough SO UM,,, ik this is oddly specific but i hope you don't mind aha .. a character of your choice with someone who has some important exams coming up soon, maybe?? i've like ... procrastinated like all of my work and slept through the entire few weeks before,, so i'm currently on the brink of eternal sleep (my fault, wholly, really) i don't mind who, just pick your favourite/s!!

thank you in advance!! qwq

hello again anon!! THANK U AAAA i might post it after the current event ends bcs im busy grinding lately lol but i will post it soon so i hope u like it ehe ;; as for ur schedule PLS SLEEP !!!! i do know the feeling off not doing any of ur work nd just resting but sometimes it's ok anon! studying when ur not feeling like it will only feel like a chore nd u probably wont be able to retain any of it. so study when u want to, bcs while exams r important, so r u hehe <3 anyways here r the charas!! wrote a lil scenario for mika, leo, nd rei!! hope u like it <3

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

KAGEHIRA MIKA

• mika overworks himself alot, mainly bcs he just wants to prove, to himself and others, that he is worthy of being a part of valkyrie

• but he still likes being a lil spoon when yall r cuddling (o˘◡˘o)

• while he is a powerful artist when hes on stage, he just melts when hes in ur arms yk!!!!

• so he doesnt mind it when lately u seem to be slacking off a bit more than usual bcs he gets more cuddles from u !!!!! #mika1stwin

• but when u suddenly stop out of nowhere nd even refuse to come out of ur room at times bcs uve procrastinated ur work too much nd if u do not finish going through ur material then ur doomed to fail nd oh lord-

• "(y/n)?"

• u look up at ur bf nd hes standing beside u- w his stuff in his hands.....?

• "ah ya see.....ya've been lookin' a lil stressed lately so i thought abt.....helpin' u like this! idk what is troublin' ya, but im here to always listen! :D"

• u break into a grin, one mika had missed so much, nd grab his cheeks to plant a kiss on his cheek

• nd still keeping ur hands where they are, u pull away to look at his bright red face

• "thank u mika... ill always be here for u too, ok?"

• nd he quickly nods, scared to meet ur eyes, esp bcs of the close proximity of ur faces rn

• what a lil baby

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TSUKINAGA LEO

• leo is honestly the last person u want to see when ur trying to finish learning ur material,,,that too in a rush

• like!!!!! u love him u rlly do but this bitch will start doodling abt his inspiration nd all nd ur brain just cant focus yk

• that, nd also that if u dont give him Any attention At All he will literally wither away nd basically refuse to sleep nd WILL stare at u till u give him kissies (nd he alrdy doesnt sleep enough........ sigh)

• so when he wakes up in the middle of the night (the one night u managed to somehow get him to bed) nd doesnt see u in the room a part of him panics

• he quickly calls out for u nd when he hears u respond from the study room, he opens the door to see u slowly turn around from ur chair, tired, shoulders slumped over

• immediately rushing over, leo tightly wraps u in a hug, a hand running through ur hair

• "(Y/N)!!!!!!!!! WHERE WERE U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I THOUGHT THE ALIENS KIDNAPPED U!!!!?!!???!!!!!!! DONT LEAVE ME AGAINNNNNN ｡･ﾟﾟ*(>д<)*ﾟﾟ･｡!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

• "leo it's 2 am.......nd also i didn't leave u, u know? im right here!"

• the exhaustion was very evident in ur voice, so much so that leo pulled away only to squint his eyes at u nd go "r u not ok? u sound tired ...... gasp r u DYING????????? NOOOOO U CANT DIE UR MY INSPIRATION!!!!!!!!"

• "leo thats v sweet nd while yes i Am dying im not leaving u it's ok"

• leo smiles, which turns into a grin, nd then he suddenly gasps again nd oh lord what idea is it this time

• "(y/n)!!!!! how abt i sleep here????????"

• ".....huh?"

• "YEA!!!!!! didn't u leave that room so u wouldn't disturb me?????? but im lonely so......ill just sleep on ur lap then, ok? ok! good nightttt!!!!!!!!"

• nd then he places his head on ur lap, the other half on his body relying on the chair he was previously sitting on for support

• while he isnt wrong abt the disturbance part.....he does look content here.......nd he does feel lonely so ......

• mayb u just gotta learn today what u can wing everything at this point...... it's gonna be ok . probably....?

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SAKUMA REI

• unlike the other two, rei wouldn't even have to guess that ur not doing ok, he would just Know

• nd what does he do to help? flirt w u nd get u to let him teach u obv!

• he Knows it's not rlly teaching, nd so do u, but what can u do when he looks at u w those puppy eyes of his, nd says that he'll do anything nd everything in his power to always help u

• so when he does take in whatever u have to study he..... he realises he's Also bad at this

• good job rei rlly helps out a ton!

• anyways to make up for it, nd also stick w his promise to help u, he tells u to go through the material, nd explain it to him! he heard somewhere that it works bcs it forces u to rlly understand the concept instead of memorising it nd u think it should work

• but oh god how is it supposed to work when rei keeps looking at u w stars in his eyes, nd his hand suddenly grabs urs nd he circles his thumb on the back of ur hand nd IS HE FLIRTING IN THE MIDDLE OF A STUDY SESSION

• rei playfully quirks an eyebrow when he sees u get flustered nd just . lay ur head on the table w sigh nd just whine

• "REIIIIIIIII I HAVE TO STUDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

• he chuckles bcs he does realise what hes doing to u nd honestly he loves ur reactions so he keeps doing it

• "fufufu.....sorry love, i'll be quiet now. go on, do ur thing." (liar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ur too flirty for a study session!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

• tip : never keep him in the same room as u when u have work to do . keeps flirting . too much distraction .

• ratings : 200/10 . the additional 200 points is bcs hes too cute to say no....... god he rlly has u wrapped around his finger huh

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slyeposting · 4 years

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Rating Marvel’s new New Warriors

(long post)

After seeing the character designs for Marvel’s new series of New Warriors comics as well as watching multiple reaction videos and reading other people’s reviews, I thought I would summarize some basic points and add my ratings/review. Please prepare yourselves for this hot garbage.

Screentime: 3/10

wow starting off strong

looks like Ben 10

basically if Alexa was your obnoxious Fortnite-obsessed younger brother

writers will probably make him say “Ok bOomEr” and unironically floss

got his powers from internet gas????? whatever the fuck that means??????

Superhero name makes him sound like he’s six and his parents are trying to stop him from watching Ninja for 12 hours a day

useless in combat bc other than him having a smartphone for a brain he’s a regular kid (aka: will die in one hit from a villain with actual powers)

only redeeming quality is his visor reminds me of Geordi La Forge

Trailblazer: 3/10

Dora the Exploer if she got really into bad 90s fashion

Backpack looks like Sleeper from the Venom comics

her description says she “she doesn't think of herself as a Super Hero,” which is good because she isn’t one

slightly more useful in combat than Screentime because she could potentially pull an RPG out of her pocket dimension backpack or something

oh wait she can’t even control what comes out of it!!! nevermind!!!!

fucking Percy Jackson did this with Leo and even then he had his own powers as well as this

there were so many fat jokes/fatphobia in all the reviews i saw on youtube and it made me want to smash my head into a wall (not related to the review but I thought it was worth mentioning if anyone wants to look up any reviews after this)

I keep coming back to the color scheme and it’s just. so bad. Neon sucks especially when it is clashing with other neon

apparently she got the backpack from God, but “not the god you’re thinking of...” very cool writers. Real quirky of you. Can you be any more annoying.

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Snowflake and Safespace: 1/10

oh god

oh sweet jesus

I don’t even know where to begin with these. the names? The costumes? The color scheme? Safespace’s fucking sideburns? help

ok let’s start with the names

it does not matter who you are on the political scale, where you are on the gender spectrum, or how okay you are with “”edgy/dark humor””- nobody who has even the slightest knowledge of 2017-era Twitter language will look at two superheroes named Snowflake and Safespace and think “these characters are reclaiming these otherwise insulting terms and using them as their own.” They will think the characters are a joke. It shows how utterly out of touch the writer is with modern day culture, which is not a good sign considering he’s writing modern-era comic with all teenage characters. Snowflake is an insult. It just is. The idea of a “safespace” has been demolished because of the way it has been used by trolls online. No amount of woke points and “flipping the script” is going to change that. It’s a sad attempt to pander to a very specific audience, and the writers still manage to make it feel like a slap in the face. This is one of the poorest attempts to make a new-age, hyper aware characterization that I have seen in a long time. It fucking sucks.

Also Marvel makes their first nonbinary character and they name them fucking Snowflake? Are you kidding me Marvel? I’m going to scream

Moving on to the costumes, they’re actually shit. It’s like if the Wonder Twins became semi-professional roller skaters who watched Tron once while tripping on LSD. Why do they have vests.

Why is everything Neon??!?!! Does the designer not know how value and complimentary colors work?! Can the saturation not be constantly at 100 please my eyes are suffering

Apparently their characters are just as obnoxious as their hair

“they see their Super Heroics as “a post-ironic meditation on using violence to combat bullying.” They're probably streaming this.” WRITERS HAVE YOU EVER INTERACTED WITH A TEENAGER. THIS READS LIKE A REDDIT POST DO YOU THINK WE TALK LIKE THIS

the best components out of these characters are the powers, and even then the powers aren’t extraordinary. Ice shurikens and force fields? Fine. A little standard, but fine. I just wish their powers weren’t so connotative with their names. I can’t fathom that someone actually approved these characters. This is exhausting.

B-Negative : 6/10

probably the best one out of them all

what every emo kid wanted to look like in 8th grade

a cohesive color scheme that isn’t trying to attack me through the screen

actually has super powers that aren’t googling things or pulling things out of a magical Jansport that not-God found at Target for $30

apparently this is where the creativity ends though because in the end he is literally just a vampire minus the immortality (why, you ask? I don’t fucking know. It’s like the internet gas everything is a shitshow)

“B-Negative ages like a regular person (or does he?) and he definitely drinks blood (or does he?)” I don’t care. (or does he? Jk I don’t fucking care. Stop trying to be quirky, writers. It’s not cute.)

“The world is a vampire…and so am I.” Hi what the FUCK does this mean

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Final Thoughts

I am very tired

Marvel doesn’t know their audience at all

The creators of these characters tried to make modern characters despite being extremely out of touch, making the concepts already seem dated and unappealing

I’m honestly suprised they didn’t have a Hijabi character for those sweet sweet woke points ™

please for the love of god can I get some neutral colors once in a while. I can’t take this much longer

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#WOW this was way longer than I planned #thank you to anyone who read the whole thing!#rant #marvel #marvel new warriors #new warriors #trailblazer #marvel trailblazer #screentime #marvel screentime #snowflake and safespace #god i hate that I had to tag that #b-negative #marvel b negative

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wxlfstxrx · 4 years

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O’knutzy when one of them got hurt (I was thinking of Finn but I don’t really care) and just being in pain for a few days like walking slowly and having to rest and the boys just fussing and worrying about their baby all the time. I mean one person that loves you when you get hurt but IMAGINE two boys completely worried and caring

oof i’m sorry. some hurt/comfort right there, but all’s well at the end :) ‘s kinda short and not the best but well... hope you like it. characters by @lumosinlove.

leo and logan aren’t leaving finn alone for even a second, and to be honest, he’s feeling kind of tired of being followed around everywhere.

i’m fine, guys, he mutters frustratedly as they hold the bathroom door open for him. ‘s nothing i haven’t been through before. logan attempts to enter the bathroom, but finn pushes the door shut and leans against it heavily, his forehead resting against the wood.

really, it doesn’t even hurt that much. he’s had worse. it’s not the first time he’s twisted his ankle, and anyway, it’s been a couple of days already and he’s more or less off his crutches. he’s still leaning most of his weight on his good leg, but overall he thinks he’s healing pretty nicely.

he sighs as he lowers himself carefully onto the toilet seat. he loves his boys, he really does, but since he tripped over timmy’s skates during training the other day, causing his injury, leo and logan have not left his side, fussing over him and hovering around him, as though he’s going to collapse again any second.

personally, the worst thing about this injury is that remus specifically banned him from physical activities, with a significant eyebrow raise. he strongly believes that they can find a way to work around it, but unfortunately, leo and logan are taking remus’ orders very seriously, and hence they’ve all been very pent up over the past few days.

it’s honestly ridiculous. it’s as if his wrists are the ones broken, the way the boys are avoiding anything physical. he’s told them that there are other things to do that won’t aggravate his healing ankle, but they outrightly refused, insisting that they’ll wait for him to recover fully first.

finn flushes and walks to the sink slowly, scrubbing his hands with soap. his eyes are fixed on the steady stream of water washing the suds away, and sighing, he splashes water on his face too. he knows he should be grateful for them, he does.

he’s never really had anyone fuss over him like this before. his parents and brother usually focus more on making sure that he heals so he can return to the ice, rather than making sure that he heals for his own wellbeing. the rest of the lions are more or less the same, though he knows that they do genuinely care about whether he’s okay mentally and emotionally as well.

remus, leo and logan, however, are really going out of the way to check up on him. remus pulls him into his office every day to take a look at his ankle and asks him how he’s been, and if he’s been coping well with everything that’s going on now. leo and logan, besides the times that they’re on the ice, are practically joined at the hip with him. they carry his duffel bag, help him into dumo’s car as he drives them back, carry him whenever they have to climb up stairs, and basically, finn has been more than well taken care of the past few days.

he knows he’s being horrible and ungrateful by getting upset at them, but he can’t help the swirl of emotions in his chest that threaten to burst out of him. he knows he would’ve done the same thing if either logan or leo had been the one to get injured, but at this point, he just needs some space to rest, maybe get a nap in without constantly feeling as though they’re watching over him in his sleep. he hasn’t had a good night’s sleep for days now, and it’s taking a toll on him.

finn steps out of the bathroom, and immediately leo and logan are by his side, offering their arms as support. he tries to refuse, but they’re all over him, insisting that they can help him, asking if he needs anything else, and something in finn just snaps.

what i need, he bursts out, stopping leo and logan in their tracks, is for the two of you to leave me alone, okay? i’m fine, and both of you have been breathing down my neck for the past few days, and i’m so exhausted because i keep feeling the two of you watching over me while i sleep and that means that i can’t sleep, and i feel so fucking horrible because i know you two are only looking out for me, and i’m a fucking jerk for saying all of this, but for the love of god, i need some fucking space and some fucking sleep.

finn’s in tears, his throat closing up as he chokes out a please to the two stunned boys standing in front of him. god, he hates himself so much for this. he’s a fucking asshole. who tells the two people who love him more than anything in the world to leave them alone?

he leans against the wall behind him and slides down to the floor, burying his face in his hands. guilt consumes him and he wants to say sorry, he really does, but he’s crying so hard that he cannot do anything but shake his head and sob.

suddenly, he feels a warm hand on his arm, and a soft shhhh, it’s okay, mon amour is whispered into his hair before he’s pulled into a gentle hug. for all the space he claims he needs, he still finds himself leaning into the touch, and he grips logan’s shirt tightly, the soft cotton fabric bunching up in his hands, and he cries into logan’s shoulder.

they stay like this for a while, and finn’s so exhausted now he can barely open his eyes. he’s completely drained, and as his shuddering gasps subside, he feels logan press a soft kiss to his temple. carefully, he’s hauled up onto his feet, and everything’s a blur from then on.

finn wakes up to a snoring logan, who’s holding him in his muscular arms, his mouth wide open and messy curls splayed out on the pillow under his head. turning his head slowly, he sees that the sun’s just set, the sky a beautiful mix of dark blue and vivid orange. he shifts a little, and immediately logan jerks awake, his eyes flying open.

when he realises that finn’s awake and staring at him, he relaxes and smiles sleepily. mornin’, sleeping beauty, he murmurs. how’re you feeling? his arms loosen around finn’s, but he doesn’t let go, his hand coming up to brush finn’s flattened fringe away from his face. it’s so tender and domestic that finn’s heart clenches, and he looks up at logan with sad brown eyes.

i’m sorry, he whispers, i shouldn’t have said what i said. i feel like such a dick. he averts his gaze, staring at the small fleur-de-lis pendant resting atop logan’s chest. logan brings his hand down to his chin, tilting it up so they’re staring into each other’s eyes, and finn wants to cry all over again at the love in logan’s glimmering emerald eyes.

don’t be, logan smiles reassuringly, you’re tired, and we should’ve realised. we’re sorry too, mon amour. we just— we were worried, and i guess we were too busy fussing over you that we didn’t realise how you felt. i’m— we’re glad you’re healing well though, really. that’s all we need to know. that you’re okay. he gives finn a small smile and brushes his thumb over his freckled cheekbone.

finn’s heart flips in his chest, and he melts into logan’s embrace as he leans up and kisses him slowly. logan responds immediately, pulling him closer and wrapping his arms around him tightly. finn pulls away when there’s a soft knock on the door, and leo peeks through a small crack in the door.

great, you guys are awake, dinner’s ready, leo smiles, and for the first time, finn notices the dark circles under his and logan’s eyes. they must’ve worn themselves out from taking care of him. god, these boys. his eyes are brimming with tears again, and leo crosses over to the bed worriedly. are you okay? he asks softly as he sits on the mattress beside logan, his hand reaching over to rest on top of finn’s.

finn nods, biting down on his lip. i’m sorry, he says again, his voice hoarse. i— you two have been taking care of me, and i’ve just been an ungrateful wanker. i’m so sorry. how— i don’t deserve you two.

the two boys immediately start talking over each other, and finn frowns in confusion. what we mean to say, leo tries again, chuckling lightly as he clambers over to finn’s other side and wraps his arms around the smaller boy’s waist, is that we love you, and we’d do anything for you, and we know that you’d do the same for us too, so don’t feel that you don’t deserve us, because that’s not true. you’re incredible, love. grumpy when you lack sleep, but still incredible. we— you’re everything both tremzy and i ever wanted and needed, okay?

finn sniffles, and nods, cracking a smile. he turns over to face leo and whispers a thank you, burrowing further into his chest. logan presses closer to the two of them, and he’s about to say something when his stomach grumbles. loudly.

fuck, sorry, he laughs, and leo grins, his eyes lighting up. time for dinner, the tall blonde boy announces, pulling away and helping finn to sit up. made carbonara for our favourite carb o’hara, how’s that sound?

finn finds himself laughing for the first time in days, and leo winks at logan, his eyes twinkling as bright as the stars hanging in the night sky outside their window.

#Finn O'Hara #Logan Tremblay #Leo Knut #O'Knutzy #Sweater Weather #Coast to Coast #Lumosinlove

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Percy Jackson & The Avengers: Convergence - some badass demigod training!!

Hello, and welcome back to...my horrible explanation for being absent! Coming up on this episode, you'll see me explain that I had my first 2 lacrosse games of the season and was left with bruised ribs. If anyone ever says that women's lax isn't a real sport cuz there isn't contact, you can tell them that someone from a fanfic website said they had bruised ribs from playing.

Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. We're starting to get some actual plot movement I think so have fun with that. Honestly, I kinda forgot what happened in here so...yeah. Please comment, like, follow, and reblog! Stay safe & happy reading!

- your author

Ω ♆ Ω

Percy and Annabeth woke up to the sound of a startled shout. Frank's startled shout, to be specific. They both shot up right away, their battle instincts kicking in, but Frank had seen enough.

"Seriously guys!? Again?" he exclaimed.

"Nothing happened!" Annabeth reassured, "We just fell asleep!"

"We did kiss a little," Percy muttered, and Annabeth shot him a death glare.

"Not. Helping," she whispered scathingly.

A sense of complete déjà vu washed over Percy. Except this time, the rest of the Seven were standing in the doorway, watching on with various amused expressions on their faces.

"Oh, this is perfect. Coach Hedge is gonna love this," Leo smiled in maniacal glee.

"No, Leo," Piper ordered, "You're not going to do that. Instead, we are going to get this meeting over with so I can get some sleep."

"Aw...you ruin all my fun!" he exclaimed.

"Someone's gotta do it when Calypso isn't here," Piper said.

It was true. Calypso and Piper are probably the only ones who could actually control Leo. Calypso because of Leo's fear of losing her or just general fear of her, and Piper because of her charmspeak.

"Ok! That's enough. We're getting sidetracked. We need to start this meeting." Jason clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.

He gave Percy a meaningful look; one which said to 'take it from here.' So Percy did.

"Um, well, Annabeth and I wanted to talk to you guys about what's been going on. We need to come to an agreement on what we are allowed to say and do with the Avengers. I don't think we should show them the full extent of our powers because it seemed like those spies were looking for a reason to lock us up," he started, "And I'm not particularly fond of being put in a cell. How about you?"

"Yeah. And we need to figure out a way to deal with the bombings without them figuring us out. The mortals seemed pretty Hades-bent on releasing the big secret, and that never bodes well for people like us. I know that we need their help, but I don't trust them." Annabeth said.

"We can just say we were born with the powers, and have no idea why. I mean, it's technically true," Jason offered.

The others all nodded in agreement.

"Ok, now what about the pattern? What is it?" Piper asked.

"All of the places are big parts of the Greek and Roman world. Brooklyn Bridge is near Manhattan, the home of the Gods, Portland: Mt. St. Helens, where Typon used to be held, LA: entrance to Hades, Long Island: Camp Half-blood, and San Francisco: Camp Jupiter," Annabeth answered.

"Woah," Jason whispered, shocked.

"Yeah, but that's not our biggest concern. We also need to figure out how to hide our identities from the world while we're fighting with the Avengers," Annabeth said.

Everyone else there hadn't even thought of that. It comes in real handy to have a daughter of Athena around sometimes. Ok, not sometimes, all the time. All of them would be really dead without her quick thinking and planning.

"Um, I could try to see if the Aphrodite cabin could cook something up?" Piper suggested, "But most of them are still getting used to fighting, so they won't really know what to make. They need help with the designs."

Leo shot up from where he had slumped down into the desk chair, "I can help! Well, the Hephaestus cabin can. We can help design it so it's battle-ready."

"Good. We'll need those soon, I think. I have a feeling that we're going to have a lead soon, so we need to be ready when it comes. This is just one quest, so there is no need for people to think we're some kind of superheroes," Annabeth said.

"Aw! But I already had a name picked out!" Leo exclaimed.

He looked like he was about to let them in on his superhero name, but Annabeth held up a hand with a glare that clearly said to not speak unless he wanted to lose some very important parts of him. That kept him quiet, for sure.

"Is that all?" Frank asked, towering over them all.

"For now, yes. Remember, say the absolute minimum and stick to twisting the truth. If you reveal any new information without the others knowing, call a meeting to let us know," Annabeth confirmed, nodding her head.

"Great, now I can go back to sleep," Percy said, pulling Annabeth back down with him.

The others filed out soon after that, already hearing Percy's soft snores as they left and returned to their respective rooms. Ok, so Jason and Piper stayed in the same room like Percy and Annabeth did, but nothing happened. It was just nice to be in the arms of someone who cares about you, you know?

Ω ♆ Ω

"Up and at 'em, kiddos! It's training day!" Tony gleefully exclaimed over the speakers that Percy was absolutely sure he did not see in his room.

Percy groaned when he saw what time it was: 6:00 AM. He knew he wasn't allowed to (and that it was wrong, of course), but he wanted to kill Tony so badly in that moment. It would be quick! Nobody would suffer!

But, alas, he had to actually work with the man-child. It might not come off like it, but Percy takes war very seriously, and this was starting to feel like a war. Or at least, it would become one if they didn't stop it soon. And to do that, they needed the Avengers, apparently.

That was the only reason that he followed Annabeth in getting up and ready for the day. He took a little longer than Annabeth, but at 6:30 AM, they were stepping out of his room. They saw that the others were slowly doing the same. They were all tired. There weren't any big dream incidents, but that doesn't mean that staying up until midnight and then waking up at six in the morning won't do something to you. Even Leo looked exhausted, with big puffy eyes from rubbing them in an attempt to wake himself up quicker. If Leo Valdez was tired, then you knew that it was too early for this.

Also, you have to remember that they'reteenagers. Teenagers aren't meant to be up super early- it's a scientific fact, Percy thinks. Annabeth once told him something about their melatonin not releasing until later at night, so they could stay up and sleep in later.

What? Percy pays attention to what she's saying sometimes.

"I hate Tony," Piper grumbled, practically falling asleep on Jason.

"You and us all, chica," Leo mumbled before letting out a huge yawn.

"What did he say was going on? Training?" Jason asked, looking over at Annabeth for answers because she seemed the most awake of the group.

"Yep. Training, whatever that entails. I don't know, so be prepared for anything. I really hope it has nothing to do with electronics, but knowing our luck, and how Tony has been so far, it will, so just try not to get too close," she answered.

Leo tiredly saluted her, "Yes, ma'm."

Hazel rolled her eyes, "Come on, Repair Boy."

She grabbed his arm and started leading the way towards the living room, which was their best guess at where the Avengers were.

As they were walking, they were interrupted by the disembodied voice of JARVIS, "Excuse me, but I was told to direct you to the training room, where the Avengers are currently assembled and waiting for you. Shall I proceed?"

All of the demigods were still really weirded-out by the AI, and there was no way it was ending soon. It's just a reminder that they were currently in a building basically composed entirely of technology, one of their greatest liabilities. Liabilities were a dangerous thing in their lives.

"Yes..." Percy answered hesitantly, unsure where to look.

"Then please follow the arrows projected on the ground, sir," JARVIS said.

Sure enough, there were large white arrows pointing them away from the living room, so they followed them. It was about a two minute walk to the elevators, where they were told to go to the 60th floor, which was apparently one whole training room by itself.

Ω ♆ Ω

"So let me get this straight, you guys want us to...play a video game?" Frank asked, gesturing to the giant room around them.

The Seven were quickly ushered by the Avengers into a big room with a bunch of white, padded tiles all around them as soon as they had reached the training floor. There was only a viewing window and an exit that disappeared when the door was closed. Then, Tony explained what they were going to be doing. None of them really understood it yet.

"No! I want you to fight the LMDs! The robots! They will simulate different levels of skill to evaluate your skills. Understand?" Tony punctuated each word, quickly losing any sense of patience he had started with.

"Yeah. We got it," Annabeth sighed.

Ok, she was sure she was the only one of them who realized that they were about to break one of the rules they established last night on the first day. They were about to fight robots. TECHNOLOGY.

This should go well, Annabeth thought.

Steve interrupted before Tony could make a snarky comment, "Good. We'll start with fighting separately and then together as a group. Afterwards, we'll see how you work with different weapons."

"Aye aye, Cap," Leo joked.

"Leo, focus. We're about to fight ROBOTS." Annabeth tried to get the son of Hephaestus to understand the severity of the situation. "You have a back-up plan, right?"

He could talk to machines. Robots were machines. Therefore, he should be able to get them out of this mess if anything went wrong.

He gave her a nod of understanding, and Annabeth settled back into her natural stance rather than her tense one. Well, she's always tensed for battle. At least in her natural one it's less obvious.

"Alright, who wants to go first?" Tony asked over the intercom.

"Uncle Leo will go first, right?" Percy joked, referencing to one of Leo's favorite nicknames for himself.

"Sure! I just need to know how much damage I'm allowed to do," Leo said, looking up at the Avengers.

Annabeth was shocked that he had even thought to ask that, and apparently the Avengers were, too.

"Um, just let go. There's nothing you can do to break this room. I designed it myself," Tony answered, still arrogant even through his confusion.

"Come on out, the rest of you," Natasha instructed.

Once the rest of the demigods had exited the room and stood next to the Avengers at the viewing window, Tony pressed a button on a screen that made a compartment in the walls of the room open up, revealing a row of floating LMDs.

"Now, I'm going to start you at Level 2, okay? It gets harder as you move up. The LMDs should stay the same form throughout every level, though. Ready?" Tony said.

Leo pulled his war hammer from his magical toolbelt and lit it and his arms on fire, "Ready."

Tony had to shake himself out of his shock before he pressed the start button, but when he did, every one of the mortal heroes had sat on the edge of their metaphorical seats, eager to see just how powerful these kids could be.

Plus, the kid had just pulled a giant war hammer from his normally-sized toolbelt, and then proceeded to light himself and the hammer on fire. They were bound to be curious after that display.

They knew the very basics of the young heroes' abilities, but most of that stuff was based on just what they had been told. Actual, visible proof is what they wanted.

All at once, the LMDs transformed into the Avengers minus the Hulk. Repeat, they changed into the Avengers. Leo had to fight a copy of the Avengers, alone.

Percy was freaking out inside. Sure, he trusted his friend, but Leo was a joker, and he tended to not understand how serious things were. In this case, he hoped that didn't happen.

"This should be interesting," Natasha remarked.

"No, this should be terrible. Tony, you never told me you were using this setting," Bruce said, rushing up to the other scientist, "He's just a kid."

"I think they've made it clear they aren't just kids, Jolly Green. It's fine. If they wanted to be treated like the rest of us, then they need to pass this test," Tony said.

Bruce looked like he wanted to say a lot more, but Jason stepped up to stop him, "He'll be fine, Dr. Banner. Leo may not look it, but he's powerful and he's smart. He can handle this."

Jason looked so sure of himself that it was enough to convince the doctor that it would be okay.

In truth, Jason had no idea how this program worked. There was a good chance that Leo did not, in fact, have this handled.

While this was being discussed, Leo had already started to fight the Iron Man LMD. He was currently alternating between swinging his hammer at it and firing balls of fire. The LMD had only been hit a couple of times because it kept maneuvering around the attacks by flying away.

It was getting tiresome, and Leo wanted it to be over with. So, he dropped his hammer and set a determined look on his face, glaring up at the robot.

The Seven were grinning, already figuring out what was happening, while the Avengers were just plain confused. What was the kid gonna do? Glare them to death?

Then, Leo started grinning and they knew it was all over.

He crouched down onto the ground and placed a hand on the floor, closing his eyes in concentration. The LMDs seemed to be as confused as their originals.

Three seconds passed before Leo's grin grew even more, and then he spoke a single word, "Stop."

And they did. Every single LMD lost their form and fell to the ground, limp and unmoving. Leo stood up, dusted his pants off, and turned to the viewing window to see his teammate's reactions.

They were priceless.

"That's how you do it," he said, "Am I done?"

Tony literally shook himself out of his stupor, "Yeah, sure. I need to reboot the LMDs."

When Leo came through the door, the rest of the demigods crowded him, patting him on the back and laughing at his dramatics.

"What was that?" Natasha demanded, breaking through the teens to tower over Leo's elf-like form.

Okay, maybe tower isn't the right word. She was taller than him, but not by much. Natasha was just very intimidating.

"Uh...fighting?" Leo tried.

Natasha's glare hardened, "You know that's not what I mean. What did you do to make the LMDs stop attacking?"

Leo glanced at Annabeth, who nodded in consent, "I talked to them."

"You did what?!" Tony exclaimed.

"I talked to them. They were pretty boring, to be honest, but I was able to shut them down," he answered.

Tony let out an incredulous laugh, "That's not possible! You can't just TALK to machines!"

"He can, and he did," Piper said, smiling proudly at her best friend.

"But–" Tony's voice died out.

"How come you never told us of this ability?" Natasha asked.

"You never asked," Percy answered simply, not liking her interrogatory tone at all.

The spy looked like she wanted to continue the conversation, but Clint whispered something in her ear and she stepped back with one last glare.

"Welp! That was fun! Who's next?" Tony clapped his hands.

Everyone turned to see that he had gotten the LMDs back online and back in the Avengers' form.

Piper sighed and started to walk to the door, "I guess I'll go next."

Before she could enter, Steve asked, "What weapon are you going to use? Your powers won't work on the robots."

Piper smirked at him over her shoulder before pulling Katoptris from its sheath on her thigh. Apparently, the Avengers had yet to fully break through the Mist, and they could not see her having that strapped there this entire time. But when she pulled it out, they seemed to finally be able to see it for what it truly was. It makes you wonder what they thought was there before. A ruler, maybe?

"I've got this," she stated before slipping into the training room.

Ω ♆ Ω

It was obvious Piper had been taking more lessons on dagger-fighting with Annabeth. As soon as the first person attacked, she was slashing and stabbing like crazy. Her lithe form was swisting out of the way of punches from Steve's copy, while Clint's arrows were shooting at her from behind.

Tony had clearly upped the level of difficulty after seeing what Leo could do.

Piper ducked under one of the arrows, and then shot back up to land a finishing blow to the center of LMD-Steve's chest. Then, she ripped Katoptris out of the robot and turned to throw it at Clint's copy, which just barely managed to avoid getting stabbed.

She was running on pure adrenaline now. It was best to imagine these opponents as monsters. Sure, when they actually fought humans, they would need to not kill, but these were just robots.

Cilnt's robot shot it's last arrow, and it exploded right before her face, stunning her into stillness. In that couple of seconds it took for her to recenter herself, Natasha's copy jumped onto her back for a chokehold. Piper struggled, but the LMD had been designed to know all of Natasha's known skills, and it was working. The Iron Man LMD landed and shot a stunning shot at her chest: the final straw for Piper to finally surrender.

She knew they wouldn't kill her, but she was not in the mood to be knocked-out. It left you with a massive headache.

So she tapped out.

"Ok ok, I'm done. I'm done," She panted as she was released, rubbing her neck.

Piper was not happy about having to surrender, but it seemed like the Avengers had been thoroughly impressed with her skill with such a small weapon.

"I'll do next," Annabeth declared, high-fiving Piper on her way out.

"Good luck," Piper said.

"Don't need it," Annabeth responded, pulling out her drakon-bone sword.

Out in the control room, Tony said, "Is that a bone?!"

"It's whatever you want it to be," Hazel grinned, manipulating the Mist just a bit.

"You scare me sometimes, Miss Metal Detector," Leo muttered, glancing at Annabeth's sword, which had shifted into a machete.

He wasn't sure whether to be impressed by Hazel's skill, or weirded-out by Tony's brain.

"Make sure to move to difficulty up a bit," Percy told Tony, "She'll be insulted otherwise."

The billionaire seemed to be getting used to the teens' weird ways because he didn't even flinch when he heard that, and instead moved to comply.

"And...here we go," Tony said over the intercom, "Good luck, Annie."

"My name is Annabeth!" she shouted before going into the fight.

In this level, every single one of them attacked at once. Annabeth back-bended under Steve's copy's punch, and then kicked up into LMD-Natasha's face. After, she turned and sliced the Iron Man armor on the side, just under the armpit. She had picked that as a point of weakness before she had even stepped into the building.

"She's good," Natasha relented, watching as the daughter of Athena thrusted her sword into Steve's robot foot.

Seeing that Clint's LMD copy was not going to get any closer to her, Annabeth pulled out a hidden dagger and threw it in a perfect line to hit it in the center of its forehead. Then, she turned and blocked a punch from Natasha's robot, who had recovered from the face-hit. The spy copy used the Iron Man LMD to jump up and wrap her legs around Annabeth's neck, trying to do a scissor hold, which failed because Annabeth rolled forward, slamming Natasha's head into the ground. The left a big enough dent that the LMD wasn't getting back up.

That only left Iron Man to deal with.

She settled into a fighting stance, but didn't attack, choosing to wait for her opponent to make the first blow.

Percy was grinning. This was what they needed: a good way to blow off steam without it possibly ending with one of them dead.

"What is she waiting for?" Steve asked.

"She's playing with it. It's fun for her," Jason answered, "It's Annabeth."

Finally, the robot got impatient and attacked. It sent a stun blast at her, which Annabeth quickly avoided. After, she ran up to the wall, kicked off of it, and jumped up to drag the Iron Man LMD down to the ground, where she sat down on it and landed a few punches. But she quickly realized punching wasn't doing much good.

"Judo flip! Do the judo flip!" Leo exclaimed, jumping up and down in excitement.

When it wasn't him being the one attacked by Annabeth, it was super entertaining.

Annabeth sighed, but a smile was pulling at the edges of her lips. She hauled Iron Man up, who was still recovering from being slammed down to the ground, and got a good hold on it's arm. Then, she flipped it over her shoulder with an ease that only came from years of experience.

With a huge smile on her lips, and a last glance at her carnage, Annabeth walked back out to the control room.

"How was that for a kid?" She asked Natasha.

"Not bad," she got for an answer.

Ω ♆ Ω

Jason, Hazel, and Frank's individual tests went-by pretty quickly. Jason electrocuted all of the robots, rendering them immobile.

After that, and with another new batch of LMDs, Hazel used her Spatha to slice and cut through the robots. In the end, it proved too hard for her to do it with just a sword, so she pulled a chunk of the wall out and smashed it against the LMDs until they were in many different pieces.

Frank ended up having to forfeit, but not before getting every single Avengers copy but Steve down. Steve ended up having him in a chokehold that was just too difficult to get out of. And Frank had already transformed into many animals, so he wasn't sure if he could've changed back if he had transformed again.

If it wasn't obvious, Percy was avoiding doing his turn. He was trying to stay in the corner, and out of the notice of any of the adults. However, that wasn't possible with two spies in the room. They notice everything.

"Percy? Your turn," Natasha said.

So much for that plan.

Percy hesitated, "Um...about that, I don't think I should go."

Natasha raised her eyebrows in mock-surprise, but it was actually Steve who spoke, "You have to go, son. In order to work well together, we need to know each other's strengths and weaknesses. This will never work without you doing this."

"Plus, we promise it's completely safe," Bruce added in.

Percy sighed, admitting that he wasn't going to be able to worm his way out of this one. Instead of fighting, he turned to whisper to Annabeth, "Don't let me get out of control."

Annabeth gave him a sad look, "Percy, I know you have control. I trust you. You just need to trust yourself. You would never hurt us. I know that for certain."

The Avengers were watching this interaction like hawks, but the other demigods were averting their attention. This happened sometimes, Percy and Annabeth going into their own world that only they could understand, and it was best to just let them be. Plus, privacy is a real thing people. The moment seemed almost too intimate for them to interrupt.

Percy still seemed to be having trouble believing Annabeth's statements, but he went into the training room without another protest. His shoulders were sagging in defeat, and he seemed to be folding in on himself. He was never one for attention, but that was a bit much in Leo's mind.

However, Leo and the rest of the Seven didn't have a full grasp on just how uncomfortable Percy as with using his powers now. They didn't know what happened in "that place."

"Are you ready, Percy?" Tony asked, readying the LMDs again.

"Yeah, I guess," Percy answered.

Annabeth was rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, "Just breathe, Perce," she whispered under her breath, "You can do this."

She had to put on a brave face for her boyfriend, but she truly was terrified of Percy's potential. She had seen it first-hand in their trip underground, and it was nothing to be underestimated. The Avengers didn't know what powers they were playing with here. She only hoped that her insistent trust she was putting in Percy was going to amount to truth.

"We'll start you on Level 5? Based on what your friends can do, I think this will be a good start," Steve asked.

"Sure," Percy responded, bringing Riptide from his pocket.

"What's he going to do with a pen?" Bruce whispered to Clint.

The Seven all smiled at each other. Little did the mortals know, that pen was definitely not just a pen. It was always amusing when people saw what Riptide truly was for the first time.

"Alright. Here we go," Tony said, starting the simulation.

Percy closed his eyes, inhaled, exhaled, and popped the cap off of his pen. Opening his eyes, you could tell something had shifted in him. He was in his natural element now, and nobody could stop him from achieving his goal.

That goal just so happened to be mutilating some billionaire's robots.

"Let's have some fun," Percy said, charging the first LMD.

He was a flurry of motion. His fighting style was a mix from Greek, Roman, and modern martial arts that he had learned from Annabeth. He'd kick one adversary just to turn and thrust his sword into another one trying to attack him from behind.

"He's amazing," Bruce said in wonder, mesmerized by Percy's skill.

The son of Poseidon was relying only on his hand-to-hand and swordsmanship skills, rather than his powers, but that barely slowed him down. If the mortals wanted a display of his competence, then he would give them one.

Annabeth had a proud smile on her face as she watched Percy judo flip Natasha's robot over his shoulder and slammed it hard enough to the ground that it "died," ending his fight.

That had gone well, considering Percy's worries.

However, he knew better than to let his guard down just yet. As all demigods know, life never gives any breaks. That, and the Fates are cruel.

Ω ♆ Ω

"Ok, guys. Let's take a lunch break, and then we'll do some more training, but this time, with only abilities," Steve said.

Percy had put his sword away, and was not standing in the viewing room with the rest of the heroes, mortal and demigod alike. All of the teens looked and felt exhausted, so it was a given to take a break.

"Got it, boss," Leo saluted, turning and exiting the room, heading no doubt in the direction of the kitchen.

"I guess that means we're leaving," Percy laughed. A real, genuine laugh.

It made Annabeth smile larger than she had in a long time. Improvement is always good.

Soon, everyone was gathered around the kitchen and living room area. Percy and Leo were scavenging for food while the Avengers and the rest of the Seven talked. So far, the hunt was not going as planned.

"Tony! Are you seriously telling me you're a billionaire, and you can't afford some decent Cheerios?!" Percy yelled.

"Yeah! Who goes grocery shopping around here?" Leo exclaimed, holding up the near-empty jug of milk.

The Avengers all looked at each other in confusion, "Who DOES go grocery shopping?" Bruce asked.

"Pepper, sometimes, I think. She must've been busy this week," Tony answered, "We can just order some Chinese or something for now."

"That should work, but if you're going to house these boys," Annabeth pointed to Percy, Leo, Jason, and Frank, "You're going to need a lot more food around at all times. Their appetites could rival that of an elephant."

Hazel let out a tiny laugh, realizing Annabeth's little pun about Frank. She received a small smirk in response.

"Teenagers," Tony muttered, rolling his eyes, "Always hungry."

"Now wait a second, Tony, I remember seeing you eat an entire large pizza by yourself just a couple weeks ago," Natasha remarked, smirking at her teammate.

Tony only glared in response, and then he told JARVIS to order lunch.

"Well, while we're waiting, I'll explain what our next exercise is," Steve said, "Basically, we're going to see and document your powers, but in a more controlled environment. You won't be fighting anything, but this will be more focused on precision than quantity. We need to know your full capabilities so that we know where to put you in a fight. Is that okay?"

He was asking their permission as more of a courtesy than an actual question, obviously, but the demigods still nodded their heads in confirmation. It wasn't like they couldn't leave at any time if things ever got too out-of-control.

Or at least, that's what they told themselves. In all honesty, nobody trusted each other yet. They could be shot down by the Avengers if they tried to run away, for all they knew, and that's what the scariest thing was. Neither group really KNEW the other group's intentions, only what they had told each other.

Everyone was walking on thin ice, whether it was known to them or not.

Ω ♆ Ω

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The Story Behind Camp’s Therapy Program

Word Count: 2,653 (thought it would be more but that’s fine lol)

Pairings: Solangelo, Percabeth. The cannon stuff, but not Caleo because I honestly could care less about Calypso. Deal with it.

Warnings: Nightmares, crying, depression, PTSD. Let me know if I need to add more.

Authors Note: This took me so freaking long, I'm sorry. If you don't already know, this story is based off of this post I made a while ago. Kinda rushed the ending but I tried, okay? Enjoy!

Will didn't intend to start a therapy program at Camp Half-Blood Not that he regrets it- he's not blind to how much it's improved the campers' mood- it just wasn't intentional.

See, he and Nico had been talking again. Working in the infirmary, Will knew nearly everything going on in Camp at all times. So obviously when he discovered the rumors of Nico having nightmares, he sought out the truth. After finishing his rounds with the sick and injured campers, he hiked out to the small clearing in the woods where he and Nico liked to meet up. Nico liked to clear his head there in the quiet darkness, so if something was indeed bothering him, Will knew he could find him there.

When he got to their meeting spot, he found Nico sitting on the fallen tree they'd been using as a bench. His eyes were closed, his hands in fists at his sides, and tears glistened against his pale skin at the corner of his eyes. Will sat next to him and gently took his hand.

"Are you okay, Nico?" he asked softly. Nico slowly shook his head. Will slid closer and pulled his boyfriend into a hug. Nico rested his head on Wills's shoulder as tears slid silently down his face. As much as Will wanted to know what was wrong, he knew that sitting together in silence was the best way to calm Nico. They stayed like that until Will had lost track of time. Once Nico had stopped crying, Will shifted so he was facing him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Nico sniffled and shook his head, paused, then nodded. The couple had done this several times before. They would meet up here, sit together until they were both feeling better, then talk about what was bothering them. They had even found ways to keep each other calm while talking about not-so-fun topics. Will fidgeted when he was upset, and Nico- surprisingly- liked hugs and reminders that he wasn't alone. They often ended up playing with each other's hair as they talked.

Will smiled gently. His gaze drifted to a large patch of white flowers at the edge of the clearing. He walked over and picked a large handful of them, then returned to Nico's side. Will smiled and tucked one of the flowers behind Nico's ear, then sat down next to him. He heard Nico take a shaky breath and listened intently as Nico quietly told Will about his nightmare.

"I was back... there, again," he whispered. The 'there' in this situation, of course, referred to Tartarus. Nico had been slowly reliving his trials across the hellscape in his dreams. Though Will tried not to let it show- for Nico's sake- his boyfriend worried him. He had been listening to Nico recount his nightmares for the past two and a half weeks, with each day getting darker and darker. Of course, he wouldn't want to add anything to Nico's fears, so he kept the depth of his concern to himself, opting instead to comfort Nico in any way possible.

By the time Nico had finished recalling his nightmare, Will had weaved the flowers into a delicate crown. He set the crown on top of Nico's midnight curls with a gentle smile and a light kiss, then wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist.

"It's going to be okay, Nico. You're here now. You're safe." Now, neither of the boys were stupid. They both knew that they- any demigods, in fact- were never entirely safe. But just hearing Will say that, being held close, listened to... Nico felt better. Will looked up at the sky and breathed in deeply.

"It's going to be dark soon. We should get back to camp." Nico nodded. They both stood and, holding hands the entire way, walked slowly back to camp.

~About a week later~

Nico frowned. Something felt off. He and Will were in their normal meeting spot. Nico had been quietly telling his boyfriend about his latest nightmares, but had trailed off. The birds had gone silent suddenly, and the temperature dropped. He froze and scanned the shadows beneath the trees and spotted... something. It was large and dark, and slowly slinking towards them.

"What is it?" Will asked quietly. Nico didn't answer. He stood slowly and reached for his sword. Then he cursed quietly under his breath as he realized he'd left it in his cabin. A stupid mistake. He glanced over to see Will instinctively reach for his bow, then realize that he, too, had left his weapon at camp. Nico looked back at the dark figure in the woods, which had grown significantly in size as it neared. He turned to Will and grabbed his hand.

"Will, I need you to trust me. When I give the cue, you run to that tree." He pointed to a larger tree on the other side of the clearing, in the opposite direction from the tree. Will looked at him for a moment, concern shining in his eyes. Then he took a deep breath and nodded.

"I trust you." Nico slowly let go of Will's hand. He reached down and touched his fingertips to the ground at his feet. The dirt around his hand bubbled as if it were boiling. The sharp tip of a bone bladed throwing dagger raised from the ground. Nico carefully picked up the weapon and clutched its hilt. He studied it for a moment, then decided it would be effective as a last resort. Just what he needed.

He heard a low growl from not far behind him. He tensed, and saw Will do the same. Then, in one fluent motion, he spun around and threw the dagger at the monster. He was no child of Apollo, so the blade didn't kill the monster, but it did it's intended job: confuse it.

"Now!" Nico said loudly. He and Will turned in perfect unison and sprinted out of the clearing. As soon as their feet touched the shadows, Nico grabbed Will's hand. The shadows grew suddenly darker, and both boys vanished.

~~~

Nico didn't really know where they were going to end up. Usually, when he shadow travelled, he had a place in mind. This time, though, the only thing running through his mind was 'Get me and Will out of here safely.' At least that part was effective.

Nico and Will reappeared suddenly, stumbling out of the shadows and collapsing in a heap in the light. After a moment, Will groaned and pulled himself into a sitting position. A wave of nausea rolled over him, and it took all his will power not to vomit. He must have gone pale because when Nico sat up and looked at him, he laughed despite him not looking much better.

"Yeah, probably should've warned you before doing that. First times the worst, don't worry." Will pushed himself off the floor and to his feet. He glared down at Nico, but Nico saw the faint smile playing at his boyfriend's lips. Nico clumsily stood and brushed the dirt and dust off his clothes. He looked around.

"Where..." he was about to ask, but stopped short as he saw the giant banner hung from the ceiling. It read 'Bunker Nine'. He exhaled. Of course he would wind up in the ONE building he didn't know the exit too. And supper had already started, so Leo would be at the dining hall. And Nico was too tired to shadow travel again. Meaning... they were stuck there.

At least, he thought so.

A loud clang echoed through the large room, followed by a string of what Nico assumed were not so friendly Spanish words. Smoke poured out of a machine in the middle of the room. Will and Nico shot each other surprised looks. As they made their way through the various potentially dangerous projects and machines towards the smoking one, a disgruntled looking Leo Valdez crawled out from under the machine. He halfheartedly patted out the flames in his hair as he grumbled at a stack of blueprints on a nearby table. Realizing that Leo had no idea they were there, Will cleared his throat to get his attention. Leo jumped and spun around to face them.

"Who- what are you guys doing here? How did you GET IN here?" As Nico explained why they were there, Will took a moment to study Leo. Leo looked... awful, to say the least. His hair was a mess and he was covered in dirt and grease, which really wasn't something new, but it was worse than usual. The bags under his eyes were so dark they could've passed as eye shadow. He looked exhausted. His hands trembled but had none of the nervous energy they usually did. And he looked like he was starving, he was so thin. Come to think of it, Will couldn't remember seeing Leo around Camp at all lately, not even at the campfire or in the dining pavilion. Will's instinct kicked in, and he interrupted Nico.

"My gods, Leo! When was the last time you slept? Or ate something?" Leo stared at him for a moment, then frowned and muttered to himself. He glanced nervously around the workshop before his gaze stilled, staring down at the ground by his feet. He shifted uncomfortably.

"Uh... what day is it?" Nico laughed but cut off abruptly when Leo flinched. He didn't look up from the floor. Will's brow creased with worry.

"Leo... when did you last take a break from your, um... work? What was the date?" Leo shifted uncomfortably again. His trembling fingers nervously against his tool belt. He seemed to think for a minute.

"It was... the fifth, I think." Nico's eyes widened. Will's stomach sunk. He rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced anxiously over at his boyfriend. They seemed to come to a silent understanding. Nico nodded slowly, then vanished. Leo jumped slightly in surprise. After a few seconds, he seemed to relax a bit, as if Nico's presence had had him on edge, but he still wouldn't look Will in the eye. Will spoke in a soft voice.

"So you haven't ate or slept in three days?" Leo flinched slightly. He looked down at the blueprints on the table next to him, running his fingertips thoughtfully over the papers.

"I... lost track of time I guess."

"Lost track of time?"

"...yeah."

"Really? Because it sounds to me like you're avoiding people." Leo laughed lightly. Will noted that it sounded forced. He stepped forward to look at the blueprints on the table. Leo tapped them softly.

"I've been busy." Will slowly realized what the writing on the paper was. He blinked, ever so slightly surprised.

"You're rebuilding Festus? I thought..." He trailed off, deciding not to bring up the explosion. Leo had gotten the cure, by some miracle, and was resurrected, but Festus had been severely damaged. Will had assumed he was unfixable. Then again, this was LEO. Leo smiled sadly.

"Yeah, I've managed to find and repair most of him." Will nodded, understanding where he was coming from.

"You still need to eat. And sleep. And generally take care of yourself." Leo sighed. The small amount of energy he had drained out of him.

"I know. I'll... I'll come to dinner tonight." Will nodded encouragingly.

"And get some sleep?" Leo tapped the tabled and bit his lip, not looking up at Will. He seemed... reluctant, to say the least. Will sighed.

"Leo, you really do need to sleep," he said sternly. Leo put a hand over his mouth to stifle a sob, and Will realized with a jolt that his friend was crying. He immediately realized it was probably his fault, too. He put a hand on Leo's shoulder. He lowered his voice to a whisper.

"Is there a certain reason you're avoiding sleep. If so, I could try to help-" He internally winced as his voice cracked slightly. Leo took a shaky breath, shaking his head.

"I can't, Will. YOU can't." Will frowned slightly in confusion. Can't what? Sleep? Help? He thought for a moment.

"I know it's not my business, really, but if you're having nightmares... I-I helped Nico with his, maybe I could..." He stuttered. Leo went silent for a moment. He silently wiped away the tears from his face, leaving streaks of grime across his cheeks.

"Would... COULD you?" he asked quietly after several minutes. Will nodded.

"I'll do anything I can to help you."

~The Next Day~

Leo fidgeted nervously. He had quickly tidied up his workshop, taken a shower, and was currently sitting cross-legged on one of the tables that were usually covered in spare parts, tools, and blueprints. He glanced at the watch on his wrist, then at the door. He frowned and tapped his fingers against his knee. Maybe Will had forgotten, or decided he wasn't worth the trouble. He was about to give up when suddenly the door swung open.

"Sorry I'm late, Cecil broke his wrist and everyone else was busy so I had to take care of him-" Will rambled, flustered and out of breath, probably from running here. Leo smiled slightly and shrugged.

"It's fine." Will smiled gratefully and hopped up to sit on the table next to Leo. Leo tapped his fingers against the table and took a deep breath.

"So... where do we start?" Will thought for a moment.

"Well... If you're comfortable with it, you could tell me what's keeping you from sleeping. Sometimes just talking about it helps. Only if you're okay with it, of course." Leo stayed silent for a moment. He fidgeted with some pipe cleaners and paper clips he had pulled out from his tool belt, twisting them together absentmindedly.

"I... have nightmares. Well, more like flashbacks, really." Will raised an eyebrow.

"Flashbacks?" Leo nodded.

"Yeah. It's like I'm reliving my... my death. Every night." Will looked at Leo.

"You don't have to tell me about it, if it makes you nervous." Leo took a shaky breath.

"No. No, I want... I need to tell someone about this." He fell silent for a moment, then started to recount his nightmares, slowly and carefully. He told Will everything, from the moment of the explosion to waking up on Festus's back. By the time he had finished, he was crying. Will had his arm wrapped around Leo's shoulder comfortingly. After a moment of silence, Leo looked up at Will with a ghost of a smile.

"Thank you. Believe it or not, that really helped." Will smiled kindly.

"Of course. I'll always make time to listen." His eyes caught the time on Leo's watch, and he sighed lightly.

"I have to get back to the infirmary. We can talk more after dinner, if you would like." Leo sniffled a bit and nodded.

"I... would like that." He looked down at his hands. He had unintentionally created a small makeshift helicopter, similar to the one he had made at the Grand Canyon what felt like ages ago. He wound it up and launched it into the hair. Both boys laughed quietly as it flew in a wide circle before crashing into the 'Bunker Nine' banner and falling to the floor. Will hopped down off the table and walked to the door.

"Hey, Will?" Leo said, louder than he had spoken all day. Will stopped and looked over his shoulder at his friend. Leo smiled.

"Really, thank you."

~~~

So, yeah. Will talked with Leo several more times in the following weeks, checking in on him and giving advice. He also continued to meet up with Nico (obviously). Eventually, he also helped Percy and Annabeth with their nightmares and fears that Tartarus had left them with, and in what felt like no time at all, Camp Half-Blood had a full therapy program.

The demigods were healing, finally.

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Winning a World Series has its benefits.

Backpage spreads in New York tabloids, a parade, a seemingly never-ending amount of champagne. And a trip to Disney World. Emma was fairly certain that was a joke. Until she’s standing outside of Hollywood Studios and Killian has done research about rides and that’s kind of messing with her head a bit.

As is everyone’s determination to get the high score on the Buzz Lightyear ride in Magic Kingdom.

Because while you can take the baseball player off the diamond, you apparently can’t take the competition out of the athlete. Even at Disney World.

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Rating: Honestly like the lowest level T. Mostly for the trash talk. Word Count: 7.7K AN: Oh hai there, internet! Approximately a million years ago I asked for prompts before Justin and I went to Disney for Christmas and @distant-rose sent me this: “Babes, love of my internet life, am I allowed to prompt you? In honor of Gerrit Cole becoming a Yankees, may I ask for a combo of Killian in pinstripes and a Disney World Christmas if possible? Bonus points for Captain Cobra goodness. Love you! Have I mentioned that?“ Because of who I am as a person, this is...only kind of that. Instead it’s in that one baseball ‘verse where Killian’s on the Yankees and David is on the Red Sox and this whole story is honestly almost too autobiographical. Anyway, I did this instead of work today.

|| Also on Ao3 if that’s how you roll ||

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She kind of thought it was an urban legend.

Something spoken in hushed whispers, nothing more than a photo-op or overblown publicity stunt for corporate America with hats that no one really wanted to wear and t-shirts already damp from on-field champagne celebrations.

Emma has never been happier to have been proved wrong.

Even if she’s also pretty positive that her championship t-shirt will never be entirely dry again. Or smell like anything except champagne.

She’s not sure she’s done anything except smile in the last forty-eight hours.

Between the parade and the photo-ops that did happen, flashing lights and back-page spreads, she’s admittedly a little exhausted and just a little overwhelmed, but Killian’s arm also seems to be glued to her shoulders and that’s kind of nice. Especially because it’s a little colder in Florida than she thought it would be.

They’ve won a World Series.

And now they’re going to Disney World.

Or, well—they’re already in Disney World. The specifics aren’t important. It’s very early in the morning, Emma figures that’s enough of an excuse.

And they keep drinking champagne.

And sparkling wine.

Just a seemingly never-ending supply of sparkling wine. From the Italy pavilion in EPCOT.

It keeps getting delivered to their room.

“Should have brought a jacket,” Killian mutters, mostly into Emma's hair and she doesn’t have to glance up to know he’s doing that stupid thing with his mouth. Also known as smiling. Smirking, even.

“No one likes a told you so,” she argues.

“Is that a phrase?” Emma makes a noise in the back of her throat, flicking her finger against Killian’s chest when he actually has the gall to laugh at her. “Shut up, World Series champion. And stop moving so much. You keep shifting and shaking and then you take the heat with you.” “Am I the heat in this scenario?” “There’s a joke about the hot corner here,” David says. He’s got his own arm around Mary Margaret, her head drifting towards his shoulder every few moments and Leo fell asleep almost as soon as they left the hotel.

Very early.

Earlier than—actually, Emma has no idea what time it is, and she cannot quite wrap her mind around the number of people who are also here, all of them mulling around the still-locked entrance to Hollywood Studios with their phones out, like they’re waiting for instructions or something.

Killian taps his thumb on his phone. More than once. And sighs, more than once. “Was that you making the joke?” he asks suddenly, as if he’s only just processed David’s words.

“Slow on the uptake, huh?” “It’s because we haven’t gotten any coffee yet,” Mary Margaret mumbles. The words are difficult to hear when they’re mostly spoken into David’s t-shirt and none of them had explicitly decided not to wear team-branded merchandise, but they’ve only been stopped for autographs twice and it’s been kind of fun to just...celebrate.

Emma’s not sure this exact scenario falls under that umbrella.

“We had to do it this way,” Killian says, not for the first time and Emma knows she nods in something almost resembling placating spousal support. Her hair moves, at least. And the kid in her arms barely stirs, falling asleep a few minutes after Leo because it might not even be six in the morning yet.

“So we’ve heard, babe,” she says. “Super serious business.” He scowls. Emma still hasn’t looked up yet.

“If we got here after the park opened,” Killian starts, and David might groan weakly because they really have heard the explanation half a dozen times already, “then the boarding parties would have already been filled and we wouldn’t be able to get on this ride that—” “—TripAdvisor has called the start of a new generation of rides,” Mary Margaret and Emma say in tandem.

Killian clicks his tongue.

“Did we offend you, Mr. World Series MVP?” Emma asks, all innocence and her chin digging into Killian when she, finally, tilts her head up.

He is, in fact, scowling. But it’s also kind of cute and also kind of endearing and Ellie keeps burrowing herself close to Emma, which does something to the overall state of her heart, so she can’t really be that upset about anything.

People aren’t allowed to be upset at Disney World, anyway.

By like—rule. Of humans, or whatever.

“Can you say boarding parties again, though?” Mark Margaret asks, not quite able to get the words out without laughing.

Killian huffs. “You guys are the Star Wars nerds, not me. I am doing this for you. Plus, the internet really thinks this is the greatest ride ever made.” “They said exactly?” “Who is the internet in this scenario?” Emma asks. “Is that just—like did they poll people? Babe, are you looking up polls about Star Wars rides?” “It’s supposed to be better than the Avatar one,” Killian reasons.

“Yeah, well, no one actually remembers the plot of Avatar, that’s why. Just that one scene with the tree and Zoe Saldana’s character and—” Emma cuts herself off when Ellie moves again, a knee to her side and sleep-tinged words pressed to the side of her neck. There’s hair dangerously close to her mouth now.

Mary Margaret’s shoulders are shaking. “And is the phrase boarding party better or worse than referring to the internet in the collective?”

“I don’t think you’re as tired as you claim to be,” Killian says. “If you can use the word collective like that.” “Feel free to be impressed by extensive knowledge of the English language.” “I absolutely am.” “And speaking of World Series MVP,” David adds, “couldn’t you have pulled some strings or something here?” “That’s a Pinocchio joke,” Emma mutters, the muscles in her cheeks threatening to stage some kind of biological mutiny when her smile stretches even wider. Killian’s expression changes slightly, not quite the smirk or even the put-upon frustration from their teasing because he really has researched this Star Wars ride more than all of them combined.

If they don’t get a good boarding party, Emma’s going to force the Disney people to give them more sparkling wine.

On principle.

“You think you’re very funny, don’t you?” Emma shrugs. “I think I know I’m funny and David thinks you should have used your World Series clout—” “—Oh that’s a good word too,” Mary Margaret says.

“To get first dibs on the fancy Star Wars ride,” Emma continues. “And then we wouldn’t have to get out of bed so early because the pillows here are ridiculous.” “Is ridiculous good in this scenario?” Killian asks.

“Was that not obvious?”

“What do you think it is about the pillows, exactly? Overall neck support? Fluffiness? Just vacation-pillow characteristics?” “Vacation-pillow is definitely the lamest thing you’ve said so far today,” Emma laughs, a soft sigh of thanks when Killian pulls Ellie into his arms. There’s no threat of hair in her mouth anymore, and a chance to give her arms a rest, but it also means that she’s now responsible for Killian’s phone and whatever it will do once Hollywood Studios does, actually, open.

“Maybe we can ask the Boardwalk people where they get their pillows,” Killian suggests. “Stock up or something.” “You say that like I’m not actually going to do it.” “Oh, no I’ve got every belief that you’ll one-hundred percent do it, but—” “—Why didn’t we tell the Boardwalk people that we were very athletic and very important and use that to get on Rise of the Resistance first?” David interrupts. “Also, I just want it noted for the record that the clown in the pool is super freaky.” “Super freaky is definitely a lamer string of words than vacation-pillow, don’t you think?” Killian asks Emma. She has to bite the inside of her lip to stop from laughing

Cackling, maybe.

It’s too early in the morning for cackling.

“And,” he adds, “while I do agree with the inherent creepiness of the pool-clown—” “—Oh, God, don’t say it like that,” Mary Margaret says, “that makes it even worse.” Killian lifts his eyebrows. Emma’s going to bite her lower lip in half. “We didn’t tell anyone that we wanted special treatment because then we’d have to act like we’re special.” “That’s decidedly self-effacing, World Series MVP.” “C’mon, now you’re just showing off,” Emma accuses, fingers reaching up to toy with the ring that’s fallen over the front of her shirt. Killian’s eyebrows shift again.

“It’s not,” he says. “It’s just—do you guys want to be taking pictures the whole time we’re here? None of us are really going to wear team stuff and—” “—That’s just because David is embarrassed to wear team stuff,” Emma points. “Sucks to lose in the Wild Card, doesn’t it, Nolan?

David sneers. “I think I’m the heat in that joke from before. Depending on what I’m throwing. Definitely if it’s a slider.” “What?” “I”m too tired to go over this with you again. Also, your phone is doing something.”

Emma startles at the vibration she hadn’t really noticed before, arm practically flying into Killian’s bicep like he’ll be able to do something or fix something and it has been kind of nice to just be in their own Disney bubble for the last forty-eight hours.

Even with the freaky pool clown.

She can’t fathom the person who approved that.

It’s enormous.

And freaky as all fuck.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” Killian chants, and Emma is honestly impressed when he manages to find her hand and keep Ellie from waking up, tugging her towards the gates while Mary Margaret and David do their best to keep up. Leo is definitely awake now. And does not sound particularly pleased to be there.

Killian is bobbing on the balls of his feet as soon as they get in line, an excitement that’s catching, even as they scan their MagicBands to get into the park — which may be the single most endearing thing Emma has ever seen, even with the World Series and the parade and the whole arm around her shoulder thing.

Her face muscles are never going to recover from this trip.

The ride is pretty damn cool.

It’s long and requires more walking than Emma is entirely ready for, but she and Mary Margaret boo Kylo Ren like he’s actually there and not some computer fabrication and Ellie gasps and giggles at least fifteen different times when they start flying away from the First Order, so that’s just about the best thing that’s ever happened.

And David gets yelled at by a Stormtrooper.

“It’s because he’s short,” Emma mutters, tugging lightly on Killian’s shirtsleeve. “Get it?” Killian hums. “We’ve already decided you’re hysterical, love. You don’t have to keep trying to prove it.” “What’s that about the inherent competitive nature of athletes?” “Too many words.” “Right, right, right,” Emma nods. She tilts her head again, even as they file off the ride and their boarding party hadn’t been until that afternoon. They’re all well-rested and ready for more park and more wine and it doesn’t take long for her to press her lips to the side of Killian’s cheek. “And here I thought the playoffs were over. You’re all scruff over here, Jones.” “Who’s scruffy looking?” Emma rolls her eyes, but her heart is definitely threatening to explode in her chest and maybe there’s something to be sad for mid-day naps and vacation pillows. Like they make everything better. Winning the World Series probably didn’t hurt either. “I love you.”

That makes Killian grin. “I know.” “Idiot.” “Exactly that,” he agrees, arm finding its way back around her shoulder as he hitches Ellie against his side and kisses exactly where his lips land. On the top of Emma’s hair.

They get a picture in front of Rey’s speeder.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to hold it like that,” Emma says. “Wouldn’t the ions cut off your arm pretty quickly?” Killian blinks. “Do ions make up a lightsaber?” “No,” David answers, but he’s also holding his lightsaber by resting it on his shoulder like it’s a makeshift bat, which Emma figures proves her point.

“You are not a lightsaber expert,” Emma argues. “Plus you picked a dumb color.” “Blue is not a dumb color!” “Eh…” David huffs — like this is actually some sort of insulting conversation. Emma smiles. Like she’s won. Something. Maybe blue milk from that one drink stand.

Killian claims the internet liked blue better than green.

“Lightsabers are fueled by kyber crystals,” Mary Margaret announces, shrugging when she’s met with three identical stunned faces. She clicks her tongue when none of them show any sign of moving, frozen in the middle of the line for Smuggler’s Run and Emma is admittedly more excited to fly the Millennium Falcon than she is about—

Much of anything.

Except maybe the World Series.

Winning a championship is definitely better than flying the Millennium Falcon. Probably. She’s sure. Kind of. After all, she’s only done one so far.

“Why do you know that?” David balks. “How do you know that?” Mary Margaret waves her phone in his face. “Killian isn’t the only one who can claim the internet as support for his argument. Also, now we have a dinner reservation.” “Where?” “The Grand Floridian Cafe, which means we can go to Magic Kingdom at night and—” “—Churros?” Emma finishes, and it comes out like a question, but it’s really more like a demand and Mary Margaret winks. With a rather pointed finger added for extra agreement.

“You two are obsessed,” David sighs.

“You ate an entire thing on your own the other night!”

“Only because Leo couldn’t possibly be expected to eat all of them on his own.” “Yuh huh, whatever you have to keep telling yourself. What was that about offseason workouts?” Killian has to duck his head against Emma’s shoulder to avoid drawing attention to them, but his laugh is still pretty loud and Mary Margaret’s shoulders are doing that thing again and—“You know what?” David challenges. “I’m going to make sure that I get to be captain of the Millennium Falcon and then I’m going to fly us directly into Hyperspace.” “Is that not the point of the ride?” Emma asks, eyes flitting towards Killian.

He shakes his head. “Part of the ride. And you’re not captain of the Millennium Falcon, Nolan. Only Han Solo gets to be that.” “Babe, are you offended on behalf of Han Solo, right now?” “You get to be a pilot.” “God, that sounds like a lot of responsibility.” He hums again, another kiss to the curve of her jaw and fingers that dance up Ellie’s back. She giggles. “We”ll make sure you’re an engineer, huh, Swan?”

“Pity role.” “I want to shoot something,” Mary Margaret announces.

“I think we can do that.”

They do just that.

Switching cards and they’re not really supposed to do that, but this is vacation and maybe everything that happens after that is some sort of vacation-type karmic retribution.

Because the switch is the start of their problems — if that’s even the right term. It’s not, but Emma’s way too busy laughing and shouting and flying through Hyperspace is exactly as cool as she thought it would have been when she was nine.

But there is something to be said for the inherent competitive nature of athletes.

And Killian and David have always been on the close-to-insane end of that particular spectrum.

“Shoot, shoot, shoot,” David yells, sitting at the front of the cockpit, and that might not be the right term either. “We’re getting hit! Shields down! Shields down!” “Repeating it more than once does not reinforce your point,” Killian grumbles. He’s sitting opposite of Mary Margaret, stabbing his finger into the button that controls his makeshift gun and there are definitely tears in Emma’s eyes.

Ellie is giggling again, all but slamming her hands flat against the console of buttons, while Leo’s concept of steering threatens to drive them into a black hole.

Drive probably isn’t the right term for a spaceship anyway.

The cockpit shakes again — David shouting some words and mumbling others, still aware of the kids and the overall Disney-vibe they’re going for, but Emma can see just how straight his shoulders have gone. He hits another button, twisting so he can yell— “Can you two just hold it steady, please?” “Captaincy has gone to his head,” Mary Margaret mumbles, and Emma can just make out the exact way Killian’s lips twitch. “Maybe we should stage a mutiny or something.” “Do you know how to do that?” “Get off the ride eventually?” “Oh, yeah good call.” “Watch out for that space garbage,” Emma yells, pointing at the screen and David curses again. Ellie laughs. Loudly. And she barely notices her own button, lighting up, which is apparently some indication that she’s supposed to do something, but Emma was never much of a video game kid and she’s not a professional athlete either, so she figures her hand-eye coordination is allowed to be less-than-impressive.

They get hit by the space garbage.

Even as they’re getting ready to go back to Hyperspace. “Emma, can you not be the worst engineer on this ship?” David cries. “Fix our shields!” “You are taking this way too seriously,” Emma shouts back, but she’s a little worried she’s actually going to break her button. So, maybe they’re all competitive idiots.

Ellie is definitely a better engineer than she is.

And they all gasp and groan as if they’re actually landing as soon as the ship skids to a stop at the drop-off point they’ve been trying to get to for the entire ride. Emma jerks forward, the seat belt digging into her stomach and her heart beating quickly, a mix of adrenaline and fun and—

“Best captain in the galaxy,” David announces.

Mary Margaret boos him.

“Traitor!” “You come back here and fight the First Order then,” she challenges, Killian unbuckling so he can grab Ellie and they can get off the ride and Emma isn’t surprised when he mumbles—

“We’re going to have to take him down a peg, don’t you think, love?” Emma grins. “Game on, MVP.”

It goes from there.

They’re all competitive idiots and this is an amusement park, so there’s not competition that’s immediately obvious, but they manage to find their fair share.

And make it when they can’t find it.

David eats more churros in Magic Kingdom later that night.

And they discover Buzz Lightyear Laser Blast.

Complete with its tallied score.

And names for reaching certain levels of points.

“Oh God,” Emma sighs when they get off, the closest cast member smiling at her and telling her to have a magical night.

Mary Margaret hums in understanding. “How long do you think it takes for them to start looking up cheat codes?” “Killian looked up tips on how to pull that string thing faster on Toy Story Mania last night, so…” “I told you that in confidence, Swan,” Killian yells, a few steps ahead of them with his hand tangled in Ellie’s. Her sparkle-covered ears are threatening to fall on the ground.

Emma shakes her head when Mary Margaret glances in her direction. “He thought he was being very secret, looking stuff up under the cloak of darkness, but—” “—David’s been practicing rope-tugging rhythm.” “Are you kidding me?” “Would I do that?” “We’re going to ride the People Mover now,” David announces, like that will end the conversation or distract Emma from how frustratingly and impressively competitive they all are. She had not been good at the Buzz Lightyear ride. At all.

She’s not even sure where she’s aiming her laser thing in the picture.

“No one is against that,” Mary Margaret reasons. “As long as we don’t have to ride The Carousel of—” “—Don’t say it,” Killian warns. “It’ll get stuck in our head and there’ll be singing and—”

It’s too late.

The damage has been done.

Mary Margaret at least has the common decency to look repentant — as both Ellie and Leo do, in fact, start singing at the top of their lungs, heads tilted back as soon as they step on the automatic track up towards the People Mover.

“There’s a great big beautiful tomorrow,” they start, and Emma tries to get her phone out before anyone notices. Both Killian and David beat her to it.

Stupid athletes.

“Shining at the end of every day,” she joins. Killian’s eyes get bluer, she’s sure. Bright under the night-time lights of Tomorrowland, a place that is very quickly becoming one of her favorite spots in all of the parks.

Killian slings an arm over her shoulder. And holds the phone in front of them.

“There’s a great, big beautiful tomorrow,” he half-sings under his breath, grinning when Emma’s lips graze his cheek. “And tomorrow’s just a dream away,” Emma finishes. She nips at the side of his ear, only stumbling slightly when they twist into the cars and the carts and she’s really got to learn the right terminology for all these things.

Killian looks up Buzz Lightyear cheat codes later.

After they eat more churros.

Obviously.

“I can’t believe we waited in line for that,” Killian grouses, that particular string of words becoming something of a mantra as they make their way back towards Fantasyland.

“You’ve got to let it go, babe,” Emma says. “And technically we didn’t wait. We had fast-passes. Can you imagine if we had to wait as long as everyone else?”

That’s also not the first time she’s said that.

Mary Margaret’s hand is over her mouth.

“It was so dumb, though!” “It wasn’t dumb,” Emma argues. “It was—magical. We flew over London!” “We moved at a snail’s pace over London and saw vaguely racist depictions of that one part of Neverland while the sound of that cast member telling us to watch our step played on loop in every single corner of my mind.” “You’re very dramatic. Is it because you want a turkey leg?” “I do not want a turkey leg.” “No?” “No,” Killian echoes. “I want to know why anyone in their right mind would wait an hour and a half for Peter Pan’s garbage ride of garbage.” “You should suggest they call it that from now on.” “Don’t think I won’t. I’m a very important athlete, you know?” “If that’s how we choose to use our athlete powers, then I’m going to be really annoyed,” David says. “Plus—Peter Pan was not It’s a Small World, so let’s count our blessings, huh?” “You guys are ruining this,” Emma grumbles.

“And,” Mary Margaret adds, “people wait even longer for the Seven Dwarves this is not actually a roller coaster ride. So, comparatively speaking.” Emma groans. “Where is your sense of magic, grown adults? Also, the queue line for Seven Dwarves was actually pretty cool.”

“The line for Big Thunder Mountain is shorter all the time. And a better ride.” “This is true, Swan,” Killian agrees, and Emma may be looking for as much magic as she can get on this trip, but she also wasn’t born yesterday.

She narrows her eyes, twisting her lips with as much judgment as she can get until Killian’s eyes flicker towards his shoes and the tips of his ears go red. “That wouldn’t have anything to do with how much you enjoy Splash Mountain, would it? Mr. MVP? Or how much closer that is to Pirates of the Caribbean?”

“No comment.” “Yuh huh.” “Em,” Mary Margaret reasons, “we are this close to getting perfect photos on all of those rides.” “You’re a competitive weirdo too!”

Mary Margaret does an admirable job of looking legitimately hurt, and it really does smell very strongly of turkey legs in this part of the park. “Mama, mama, mama,” Ellie chants, yanking on Emma’s necklace until she nearly chokes and there’s a very well-placed shoe in her side suddenly. “Can’t we go see Rapunzel now?”

“That’s what we’re doing, kid,” Emma says. “We’ll get better pictures with her and Tiana than we will on any other ride, right?”

Ellie nods enthusiastically, and they’d been pretty good about the lack of team-branded so far, but she’s a kid and she wanted to wear Killian’s number that morning, which was honestly just more than Emma was capable of dealing with. So. Whatever.

It’s cute.

Magical, even.

And there isn’t much of a wait at Princess Fairytale Hall, but they still have to stop in some kind of pre-meeting chamber, Ellie talking a mile a minute about Rapunzel and Flynn and do you think she’ll have a frying pan, mama?

Rapunzel does have a frying pan.

Definitely magical.

Emma’s mouth drops despite her own proclamations to adult, Ellie running forward as quickly as her legs can carry her. So she can immediately throw herself forward.

Directly into Rapunzel’s arms.

“Oh shit,” Emma breathes, but Rapunzel is smiling and doesn’t seem all that surprised and Mary Margaret has her phone out.

When she and David were very little, Ruth had taken both him and Emma to Disney World, but over the years her memories had grown a little fuzzy and a little distant and she’d never been particularly inclined to come back. She thought this whole trip was a photo-op not more than two weeks ago.

And yet.

In that moment, in the middle of goddamn Princess Fairytale Hall, with her daughter still hugging Rapunzel and David trying to get Leo to walk forward, Emma has to blink more than once to stop herself from crying over the memories she’s certain will plaster themselves on every corner of her brain from here on out.

Except she’ll eventually think of a better way to describe that.

“I think I may have a new favorite ride,” Killian mutters, hand on Emma’s hip and his lips half an inch from her ear and it’s all she can do to nod.

And sniffle.

“What was that about magic?” he adds.

She swats at his chest, but he catches her around the wrist because he’s really a very good third baseman and has much better hand-eye coordination than Emma could ever hope to achieve. “I love you a lot, you know that?”

“Yeah,” Emma nods. “And I want really good pictures of this.”

Rapunzel lets Ellie hold the frying pan.

They fine-tune the Splash Mountain photo two days later.

“Get ready,” David yells from his spot in the front row, and Emma sits up a little straighter out of instinct.

The doors open and the vultures at the top of the hill make some kind of vulture-type sound, Killian whispering instructions in Ellie’s ear.

Seriously, Emma’s smile is going to get stuck on her face.

It’s not the worst thing in the world.

“No.” “Come on!” “Absolutely not, Swan.” Emma pouts, but Killian doesn’t do much more than shake his head brusquely, the hint of something close to a smirk tugging at the ends of his mouth. “Nope,” he says, popping his lips on the word for emphasis. “Not until you stop reeking of something that would freeze a vampire in his and or her tracks.” “Gender inclusive, huh?” “Something like that.” “You really aren’t going to make out with me?” “No,” Killian says again even as the smirk wins out. “You ate nothing but garlic naan and dipped it in that one sauce that had legitimate cloves of garlic in it.” “It was good!” “I’m not suggesting otherwise. I’m just telling you that you—” “—Reek?” Emma suggests. She grabs another slice of naan, and Mary Margaret and David had taken both Ellie and Leo to see the animals from the windows on the other side of the restaurant. They’ve been here four times already. Mostly because Emma is somewhere in the realm of obsessed with this naan appetizer.

Plus, Ellie and Leo both love Animal Kingdom.

Ellie’s a big fan of giraffes, only she can’t quite figure out the word yet and that’s only kind of painfully adorable. And Leo’s eyes go wide as saucers every time they see some kind of new animal, hands flat on the glass a few hours earlier when they’d wandered around what Killian’s phone told them was actually called Gorilla Falls.

“That’s rude, you know,” Emma says. “No, rude would be telling you that you aren’t very good at the ring toss part of Toy Story Mania.” “Tower of Terror is way more fun.”

“We’ll go on Tower of Terror later.” “Yeah?” “Yeah,” Killian confirms, sliding a package of gum he definitely didn’t buy at Disney World across the table. They don’t sell gum at Disney World.

Emma turns at just the right moment on Tower of Terror.

So her World Series-winning, MVP, definitely the best third baseman in the league husband can kiss her when the camera goes off.

It makes David groan.

Loudly.

“I think we’re winning,” Emma murmurs, already saving the picture to her phone.

Killian nods, still close enough that his nose brushes her cheek. “Absolutely. And you don’t reek of garlic anymore. Now, we just have to get you better at Toy Story.”

She finishes last in their car.

Every time they ride that night.

They ride four times.

And the competition continues — as it’s apt to do, really, because of who they are as people, some fundamental something that also apparently requires them to play miniature golf.

“This is pretty on point for offseason athletes, Em,” David reasons, and it’s not a lightsaber, but he’s got his club propped on his shoulder again. “Just think, it could be real golf. Now you get to battle for supremacy too.” “Do you hear yourself? Honestly? On this course that has hippos wearing ballet shoes?”

“That’s just a Fantasia thing,” Mary Margaret says. “At least there isn’t that Hell monster. That’d be a lot for me to deal with.” “I’m sorry what?” Killian asks. He’s crouched between Ellie and Leo, trying to show them how to swing their clubs and they’re really going to have to lock down on that six-stroke maximum.

The guy at the cash register had recognized them.

That’s three photos and one autograph for the entire trip so far.

It’s not bad, really.

“You know,” Mary Margaret continues, clicking her tongue when Leo’s backswing threatens to take out several bits of landscaping, “at the end of Fantasia. It’s like the devil or something.” “You’re making that up.” “I’m not! It was terrifying. Honestly, I used to hide behind my couch until the song was over and all the people started singing Ave Maria.” “You’re making this up,” Emma accuses.

“I’m not! Look it up. Honestly screw Walt Disney for that part of Fantasia.” “I think you’re the only person in the world who has opinions on Fantasia.” “Look it up!” Emma sighs, but does as instructed, swiping away from notifications telling her she’s got even more pictures available on her MyDisneyExperience app. They really have gotten very good at trying to one-up each other on photos.

Another competition.

Seriously, they’re all so messed up.

“Oh, wow,” Emma mutters, flinching slightly when she sees what can only be described as the devil or something. It’s got horns. “That is terrifying. Why is this in a children’s movie?” “Would we call Fantasia a children’s movie?” David asks.

“It’s Disney, isn’t it?” “Screw Walt Disney,” Mary Margaret repeats slowly, making sure to emphasize every syllable. Killian almost falls over when he laughs. “Actually, you know what? This is how I’m going to get my revenge. I’m going to absolutely wreck the course record on this mini golf…” “Course?” Killian suggests.

“Yeah, exactly that.”

“Competitive weirdos, the lot of you,” Emma grumbles.

“Do you not want to see Mary Margaret take out her childhood anger on plastic hippos in ballet shoes, Swan?” “Well, when you put it like that.” “Let’s go,” Mary Margaret calls, already standing at the first-hole green. “I’ve got a vendetta to settle!”

And it’s not a course record — probably, they don’t really have the wherewithal or even the athletic pull to demand that kind of knowledge, but Mary Margaret beats them all soundly and makes Killian take her picture with the scorecard.

And it keeps going.

They ride more rides. They hum the song from Carousel of Progress without actually meaning to. They take pictures and meet princesses, eat their way around the world in EPCOT and then drink their way around the world, because those are the rules, toasting MVP awards and world championships and that makes David gag a little, but Emma laughs and kisses Killian and he gags again, but then she’s too busy making out with her husband to really be worried about...anything.

Plus the sparkling wine selection in the Italy pavilion really is other level.

The whole thing is something close to perfect.

Emma is starting to wonder if anyone will notice if she just steals those pillows.

David and Killian keep looking up cheats on Toy Story Mania.

They trade top scores on Buzz Lightyear, and Emma isn’t entirely surprised that by the time their final night rolls around they’re locked in some New York-Boston battle, complete with mumbled trash talk and pointed glares, each of them demanding just one more time, c’mon, like they’re the children in this family

The actual children are much more interested in getting back on the Dumbo ride.

Or eating more churros.

Honestly, the number of churros they’ve consumed in the last eight days must be some kind of Disney World record.

And it’s starting to get late, both Ellie and Leo showcasing consistently fluttering eyelashes, heads on shoulders and fingers curling into the back of shirts and Emma hopes she doesn’t cry during the fireworks.

That would almost be too cliché.

“Just,” Killian says, grunting softly when Ellie’s chin threatens to dig into his collarbone, “one more time and we can break the tie and then we’ll have—” “—Bragging rights?” Emma asks knowingly.

“I mean…” He can’t shrug when there’s a kid draped over his right shoulder, but an attempt is made all the same and David is wearing a Sox hat. Emma figures that’s what tips the scales, so to speak.

“I’m already getting in line,” David announces. “So, either Jones gets with the program, or—” “—That is the oldest sentence I have ever heard.” “I found a new spot to shoot at that will practically give me immediate Galactic Hero status.” Emma doesn’t freeze, per se. That would be insane. And the last thing she is is insane. Naturally competitive, maybe, and a little tired, but that good kind of tired that comes from good kind of things, a pleasant ache in the back of her legs and heaviness to her muscles and her eyes flit towards Killian immediately.

He smirks.

“It’s the hat, huh?”

Killian tries to shrug again, Ellie grumbling at the movement. “Sorry, love,” he mumbles, resting his cheek against their daughter’s head so he can level Emma with that very specific stare. Like Game Seven and two outs with a runner in scoring position and probably some joke about hitting against the shift. “You did promise we’d bring him down a peg, Swan.” “I mean I thought losing in the Wild Card game would have done that already.” “I heard that,” David yells, impatience wafting off him while he waits at the end of the line. “And I think you guys are just stalling.”

Mary Margaret lets out what Emma can only hope is a fake gasp, and Leo has definitely fallen asleep already.

Killian’s smirk gets more pronounced.

Tommorowland is absolutely Emma’s favorite part of Magic Kingdom.

“What do you say to a combined effort, Nolan?” Killian asks, not taking her eyes away from Emma. She might swoon a little. She’ll blame the smirk. “We add up the collective scores of your car and whichever team comes out on top has to buy a snack of the winner’s choosing.” “You just want more churros,” David says.

Emma clicks her tongue. “We're also offering to buy you churros." “Which isn’t going to happen,” Killian says, nudging on Emma’s back until she starts walking again. “But it’s nice that we’re acting like you’ve got a chance.”

David rolls his eyes. “Wow, that’s scathing.” “And not an agreement yet. What’s the matter, ace? You nervous you can’t win when this becomes a team sport?” “Was that an insult?” “Honestly babe,” Emma mumbles, not sure if the animatronic Buzz Lightyear in line has always been this loud or it’s just because they may actually be the only people in line. It’s late. “Also, did you call him ace?” “That makes sense,” Killian objects. “Ace of the staff and number-one pitcher and—” “—Insults are not insults, if you have to explain them,” Mary Margaret says, sliding into the next available car and holding her hands up so the cast member can slam it closed. “Also, you guys suck and we’re going to win. We did research.” “David did research,” Emma argues. “You’re just hanging on for the glory.”

“Go Sox, go!” “That’s not even a cheer!” “I love when you get belligerent like this,” Killian grins, nipping at Emma’s lower lip when his mouth finds hers.

“It’s bad trash talk.” “Mmhm, you’re a very good trash talker, Swan.” “Flattery will get you everywhere.” “Aim for the Z, huh?”

Her muscles aren’t quite as tired anymore — an adrenaline that usually only comes when Killian takes a ridiculously large lead off second, but this is still kind of fun and maybe as magical as everything else and she really likes winning.

With Killian.

On, like principle or something.

“Try to find the strike zone, Nolan,” Killian yells, but they’re already moving and Ellie’s head keeps lolling between his side and Emma’s. She starts slamming her thumb into the button.

If asked, Emma will never be entirely sure if that’s what does it. Her vaguely over-excited thumb or the sheer determination to win, driving her to start shooting at things before they’ve even really gotten into the first room, but whatever it is proves to be important and some kind of game-changer because— “Shit,” Killian gasps, gritting his teeth as soon as the word is out of his mouth. Ellie looks up at him. “Don’t repeat that.”

She laughs. She’s got no idea what’s going on.

Neither does Emma, really.

“What’s your deal?” she asks, thumb still moving quickly enough that she’s briefly worried about dislocating it. “Are you not shooting things right now?” Killian shakes his head slowly before nodding towards the soft red glow of their respective score screens. “Oh shit,” Emma gasps. “Seriously, Ellie, do not say that around Uncle David.”

Emma blinks more than once — like that will get the score to change and not continue climbing. It does the second thing, a number she’s never seen on her side of the car before, already over seven-hundred thousand and they’re not even out of the first room yet.

“What happened?” she snaps. “I—is it a glitch or something?” Killian clicks his tongue in reproach. “Swan, you’ve got to be more confident in your talent than that.”

“I didn’t do anything!” “I think you hit David’s secret big-money targets.” “That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said. Worse than vacation-pillows.” “I asked one of the people at the desk, they said we could get pillows online.” Her heart explodes. Like it’s been shot by Buzz Lightyear’s laser. She’s only slightly confident she’ll come up with better analogies at some point.

And Emma’s score is cresting eight-hundred thousand now.

“Just keep shooting, love,” Killian says, joy in the words and the overall width of his smile and something, something, magic. Or luck.

Emma keeps shooting.

And her laugh seems to soar out of her, ignoring the pain in her right thumb and the dig of Ellie’s shoe in her left thigh when she scrambles onto Killian’s lap, which is definitely breaking the rules, but can I shoot, daddy and Killian is nothing short of a pushover, so.

Emma keeps shooting.

With Ellie and Killian and she’s not sure who grabs the joystick when they reach that one tunnel that’s supposed to look like space, but then they’re spinning and there’s more laughter and it’s good, great, everything Emma thought vacation should be.

Especially after winning the World Series.

But then animatronic Zurg is yelling at them, the flash of the camera making Emma blink and Killian’s trying to direct Ellie’s hands on the laser gun, but she’s got her own ideas and—

“Swan.” Emma hums, shaking her right hand gently before she realizes that Killian is trying to take a picture of their score screen before it disappears.

Nine-hundred thousand, nine-hundred and ninety-nine.

“No way,” Emma laughs. “That’s—” “—Galactic Hero,” Killian finishes, grinning like an idiot. “You, my love, appear to be a Galactic Hero. And probably the savior of the Universe.” “Do those go together?” “Undoubtedly.” “What is this?” David shouts, standing at the end of the moving sidewalk.

Emma beams. “What was your score, Nolan?” He scowls.

“Only space ace,” Mary Margaret mutters, and Killian’s laugh threatens to do damage to Emma’s ear drums. “But that was better than me. I only got like two-hundred thousand, which is just—embarrassing, honestly.” “Seriously,” Killian nods, directing them towards the pictures so Ellie can scan her MagicBand. “I think you get a button, Swan.”

David’s eyes bug. “No.” “You going to be ok, over there ace? Space ace?” “Stop it. That’s not—” “—Excuse me,” Killian says, getting the attention of the nearest cast member. “What happens if we’ve got a Galactic Hero in our midst?” To her credit, Jenny the cast member — whose name tag informs them that she’s from Maine — doesn’t look anything but overjoyed by Emma’s recent achievement, gasping like this is a serious thing or they’ve won something equivalent to another World Series, but Killian’s smile suggests just that and there is a pin involved.

“Congratulations,” Jenny says enthusiastically. Both Ellie and Leo cheer, any hint of exhaustion gone in the pomp of becoming a Galactic Hero.

“Thanks,” Emma mutters. Her cheeks are very warm all of the sudden.

Killian makes her put the pin on.

And she definitely cries during the fireworks, especially when Tinker Bell flies out of the castle — something about memories and moments and beating Boston. Even when Boston is just her brother and his internet research.

“You’re thinking,” Killian says, a few moments after the fireworks have ended and people have started to make a mad dash for the exit. “You ok?” Emma shakes her head, but her cheeks are still warm and Ellie’s head is on her shoulder. “Swan, c’mon, love it’s—” “—Did I steal your Buzz Lightyear thunder?” “What a sentence.” “I’m serious. I mean I knew we were doing joint stuff because you thought Mary Margaret would bring down the team, but—” “—Well that’s an accusation.” “Tell me I’m wrong,” Emma challenges.

Killian squeezes one eye shut. “The thought had maybe crossed my mind.” “Exactly! You’re—I mean, the inherent competitive nature of athletes is no joke and you and David have been going at it all week.”

“That was fun, though. I wouldn’t have been totally upset if he beat me.”

“Say that again with a straight face.” “Ok,” Killian sighs. “I would have been annoyed if your brother beat me, but I’m not even remotely upset that you did. Team New York has reigned supreme on whatever planet Buzz Lightyear is from.” “Star Command?” “Nah, that’s just where he works.” “I don’t know enough about the mythos of Toy Story,” Emma admits, not able to stop her laugh. Killian kisses her forehead. ‘You’re sure, though? You looked up stuff and I just started shooting things and got the high-score you couldn’t.”

He chuckles, fingers drifting dangerously high up her side. Especially when they’re still surrounded by so many people.

And that Walt Disney statue.

“Well, when you trash talk like that,” Killian starts. He has to shift Ellie so he can crowd closer to Emma, the toes of his shoes threatening to rest on the top of hers. “But, no, Swan. I am not upset that you hit a high score I didn’t. I am very proud of your ability to defend the galaxy and my own trash-talking honor. Plus, the deal was a team, right? That’s kind of how it works.” She may be crying.

Again.

Peak cliché.

“I love you,” Emma says. “I’m glad you won a World Series so we got to come to Disney World.” “Yeah, that’s totally why I did it. And I love you too.” And it’s not like she’s not expecting the kiss, but there is a kid between them and that Walt Disney statue, so Emma can’t quite help the gasp she lets out when Killian ducks his head. But then her hands are moving and he makes that one specific noise when her fingers find his hair, tugging him closer, like he’d have any objections.

Her back noticeably arches.

At the same time she presses up on her toes.

A flash goes off somewhere. “Damn,” Emma mumbles, mostly into Killian’s mouth and she’s going to blame David’s hat. He’s a few feet away. Buying churros.

“Ah, it was only a matter of time,” Killian reasons. His fingers dance up Ellie’s back again, drifting across his number and his name and Emma’s blushing for a whole other reason. “Plus, if that’s the picture they want, I’m only too willing to start making out with you again.” “Yeah? No garlic, huh?” “Eh, post-celebration I’d even be willing to risk the garlic.” “Charmer,” Emma mumbles, but then she’s pushing up again and kissing Killian again and she can’t really think when his tongue sweeps across her lips. Something about a home run or bases-clearing double or Galactic Hero status on the Buzz Lightyear ride in Magic Kingdom.

“Although,” she adds, “might not be a bad idea to give social media something to work with. I bet they’d appreciate it.” Killian arches an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”

They take a family photo in front of the castle.

With the lights of Main Street around them and Ellie’s shirt obvious.

And Emma’s pin.

She laughs when she sees the caption later, head already on pillows she won’t actually have to steal —

World Series Champ and Galactic Hero. Talk about keeping up with the Jones’es.

#cs ff #captain swan #captain swan ff #cs fic #captain swan fic #honestly every single opinion expressed in this story is either me or justin #there is genuinely nothing creative about any of this

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Going for The Goal

Hello! The other day while listening to one of my favorite playlists for writing and appreciating the beautiful weather outside; this spontaneous idea at complete random appeared in my mind and I knew that I needed to expand on it, instantly. Highly unlikely that this will have a second part primarily because I almost never finish second parts, which causes me to have several already started multi-fics in the making; but I would definitely be willing to write another part if it is requested. Here is “Going for The Goal,” please enjoy!

Long vibrant strands of fresh grass waved in a repetitive motion as a calming wind passed through the suburban area of lower Seattle, on the perfect and early spring day. Homes across the picturesque neighborhood remained quiet as various residents continued to sleep including the larger home hidden beneath a cluster of trees. Inside the man-made home was Owen and Amelia as they peacefully laid in one another’s arms while their three young children slept in different rooms opposite the master, towards the back of the home. The male trauma surgeon’s rounded muscular hand naturally rested on Amelia’s growing stomach causing him to feel every rise and fall of her chest through her abdomen along with small but noticeable movements from their already active baby girl.

Slowly the bright sun welcomed its presence throughout the shaded home into the windows indicating the dreadful morning hours. With her beautiful eyes remained shut, the pregnant neurosurgeon grasped onto Owen’s hand making her tired muscles relax. Amelia groaned after noticing the brightness.

“How are you feeling this morning?” Owen lethargically inquired of Amelia once he had noticed her carefully shift in his arms seconds before she exhaustively yawned.

“Besides growing another small human inside of me and vomiting all my guts out last night, which caused me to almost faint? Better. I think my stomach muscles are still aching from it and the baby growing doesn’t help.” Amelia confessed honestly to her husband who seemed worried but instead he nodded in agreement.

“Leo has his first soccer game today; are you sure that you will feel up to it. I’m sure Maggie will film the entire thing.” The male trauma surgeon observed from the situation of his wife rubbing her swollen abdomen wearily, he patiently awaited her response in attempts to make sure she was okay.

Finally Amelia opened her tired eyes and matched her bright blue irises with his darker blues before adjusting her delicate hands from her stomach to the middle of Owen’s broad chest muscles then smiled at him, seconds before offering her statement.

“I love you; Owen.” The brunette reassured her husband which allowed him to acknowledge and understand how she was feeling. Being her soulmate; Owen knew exactly what she was feeling; although she was in a state of discomfort, her motherly instinct would sacrifice any amount of pain to witness and experience the joy of her children. Once hearing what she had to say and silently taking a note of how he can make her day brighter; Owen kissed Amelia with passion before he turned his head after hearing three small children at the tall door.

“Hi Daddy! Hi Mama!” Their youngest son, Cortland announced as his two older brothers stood on either side of him. Once more the male trauma surgeon kissed the brunette before removing himself from the thick comforter and bent his knees to the children’s eye-level.

“Alright soldiers. One of you decided that it was a good idea to get the others up after he decided to wake up himself. Who that is; is a mystery but don’t think that for a second that will trick, Major. Hunt.” The father teased with each son as the brunette continued peacefully resting in the bed, to watch her boys joke with one another. The man scanned into each pair of bright blue eyes carefully while they attempted to maintain straight faces that their father taught them at an early age.

“Mr. Leo is a soccer star as of today, so it could be him. Or maybe it’s Mr. Thomas who has his mama’s eyes but yet it could be Mr. Cortland but he’s my favorite. So it can’t be him? Mama? Who do you think our contestant is?” Owen proposed to Amelia who couldn’t contain her smile or laughter at the antics or each boy with their arms crossed over their small chests.

“My bets are totally on my little man.”

“Leo; it is!” Owen proclaimed aloud seconds before he lifted his six year old into his arms followed by lifting the two others above him until he landed them safely on the giant bed out of his muscular arms, where Amelia sat with her soft hands onto her stomach to feel the early morning kicks herself.

Once all the family was relaxing on the bed; the male trauma surgeon held Cortland in his arms and covered everyone with the thick blanket. Unprepared for what her oldest son was about to do Amelia flitched slightly once seeing his small arm come towards her stomach but was surprised the moment Leo rested his small hands in the middle of his mother’s growing and sore pregnant belly.

“Is my baby sister okay, mama? Does she not feel good when you don’t feel good?” Hearing Leo’s question; Amelia’s eyes immediately filled with small tears along with curiosity how he knew that she was not feeling well but knew already that someday he will care as much as his father does for the women he loves.

“Baby sister is wonderful, my little lion.” The neurosurgeon tearfully vocalized to her adopted son and the first one who made her become a mother for more than forty three minutes, while she played with his naturally curled hair he inherited from Betty. Owen and Amelia shared glances with one another ahead of mouthing their three favorite words.

Hours had come and gone, and the morning became an even more perfect afternoon when there was only an hour until Leo’s soccer game. In the rather large kitchen was the brunette as she placed healthy and organic snacks until plastic containers for the game while Owen remained occupied in his oldest son’s room to help him get in his uniform.

“Let’s go show mama!” Owen cheerfully directed to Leo who he walked behind as they made their way out of his bedroom, towards the kitchen. From afar the male trauma surgeon coughed to signal the neurosurgeon, she glanced up and saw the bright blue jersey along with shorts.

“Leo! You look amazing, what do you think?!” Amelia declared to Leo as he began to cheer for himself and the reaction he had been wanting of his mother’s approval.

Once they had arrived at the giant sports field; the male trauma surgeon parked in the parking space and shut off the minivan’s engine, Leo impatiently unbuckled his seatbelt before either one of his parents could exit the vehicle but remained sitting until his brothers were unlatched. Owen lifted Cortland into his arms before retrieving the lunch bag filled with several snacks beside him while Amelia helped Thomas step down off of the van’s platform then clasped onto his small hand and Leo followed.

“Drake!” Leo shouted to his teammate and cousin upon seeing him from afar sitting with his parents who patiently waited for the game to begin, in their lounge chairs and sunglasses covering their eyes to block out the bright sunlight.

“Leo!” Drake exclaimed back to his cousin before asking his mother for permission to run in the other boy’s direction. His mother approved and returned to reading her thick book. Both five year olds grew close over their years because their mothers shared a never ending bond as sisters as well as being two of the most successful surgeons at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital.

“I’m so happy to see you; sister. I didn’t think you were coming!” Maggie cheerfully told her sister as she hugged her tightly mere moments before adjusting her hands down to Amelia’s growing abdomen.

“Hello baby girl; this is your Auntie Maggie. Don’t ever forget that.” The female cardiothoracic surgeon directed to her niece still inside the uterus while Andrew DeLuca greeted his brother in law and colleague once he removed himself from the lounge chair. Both men set up the extra lawn chairs for the rest of the family beside Andrew and Maggie’s other kids.

Twenty five minutes into the game as the third quarter was just seconds away, one of Leo’s teammates dribbled the ball towards him and passed it to him from being instructed by their coach; adrenaline was high and cheers soared for the home team although it wasn’t labeled as a competition all the parents made sure to cheer for their child. Getting ready to kick the ball towards the net, a slightly taller boy from the away team pushed Leo onto the ground with force. Before the small boy hit the ground the brunette ran as fast as her six month pregnant body could allow followed by the male trauma surgeon to reach their son. Favoring his mother’s tough will; Leo refused to cry despite the tears that were in his eyes, Amelia started to tear up at the site of seeing her son injured and felt paralyzed at what to do until Owen’s steady and calming nature took over, and reassured the both of them before he lifted Leo into his arms to walk back to the minivan. As they walked back Maggie nodded her head in Amelia’s direction, signaling that her and Andrew were able to take care of their nephews.

Once arriving at the hospital; Owen put the vehicle in park and turned off the engine to have it rest in one of the employee parking spots, he retrieved his son from the back seat in which his wrist hung down. The male trauma surgeon walked in the emergency department with Amelia behind him and was greeted with Meredith following.

“Hey; how was the game?” The older general surgeon asked her sister who was visually distraught and in pain, the brunette did not say a word but just stood in the doorway of the trauma room where she watched her husband and son who started sobbing in pain just minutes before, while a wave of pain shot through his arm. Although Amelia knew it was only an arm injury, the sympathy pain she felt was unimaginable. Meredith glanced back and forth between Owen and Amelia.

“Leo got pushed to the ground and his arm is broken. Either get an orthopedic surgeon down here or allow me to fix this.” Owen requested of Meredith who snapped on her gloves to take a glance at the laceration on her nephew’s head.

The general surgeon informed her intern to page an available orthopedic surgeon before the male trauma surgeon got angry, once the brunette heard Meredith’s request of the intern, she finally sat on the other side of Leo and took his hand.

“Ah, okay. Hey little guy!” The familiar voice boasted as he walked into the local trauma room causing both Owen and Amelia to glance up from where their eyes rested on each other.

“You paged Dr. Lincoln out of all the surgeons in this hospital?” Owen stressed to the clueless intern who looked helpless but sprinted out of the trauma room. Before Link started to snap the surgical gloves onto his hand, Leo stopped him.

“You got in Daddy’s way when I was a baby, don’t even dare touching my arm. Mommy don't even liked you!” Leo’s small but powerful voice ordered the blonde orthopedic surgeon before the man backed up in his standing position. Amelia and Owen attempted to remain a similar straight face to the ones that mirrored their sons’ earlier that day.

Once Link left the room the brunette bursted into laughter causing Owen to join in, causing the little boy to accompany his parents laughter knowing that he said something funny. The male trauma surgeon held out his hand for Leo to slap it with his non-injured hand.

“I think Leo just shot his first goal.” Owen proudly told Amelia who nodded her head in agreement after appreciating what type of life she happily had after deciding to shoot her own goal four years prior and returning back to her soulmate’s arms.

Thank you so much for reading!

#seasidescorsone #amelia shepherd #owen hunt #omelia fanfiction

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thelostandforgottenangel · 4 years

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Happy Birthday Ashy

Okay we are going to try this one more time - I have literally fixed anything that could get flagged! Yes it is Lemon took the picture off @fyreball66 if this don’t post and you are unable to see I will just write it by hand and send it to you for your own personal enjoyment.

Happy Birthday Ashley I love you sissy hope this is still good there is a lot I had to redo so not my best work but me and Donatello wanted it to be the best day for you

At first he had struggled in what to get Ashley for her birthday after some online shopping he had found her a few small gifts but – it never seemed like enough for the woman that had done so much for him and his family

She had left her life behind when they had been forced to leave the city, had been chased through the sewers by the Purple Dragons so stressed she had gone into labor with their twins and had been forced to quit her amazing job after his psychotic clone had tried to kill her while she was pregnant with their son, had given him three beautiful kids and in a couple of months would be giving him a fourth even if her creation was anything but a unhappy occurrence he was excited to be a father again and face this new path in life as long as she and his family were at his side

Since coming to the cabin she and the others made it a home but lately he had noticed her nesting constantly always moving around the house finding something that needed done since the accident which had left Angel’s blind to keep her sister from having to do much, she was a hell of a mother always taking care the babies; Vincent on her hip at all times when he wasn’t running her ragged with his games the girl’s following her like little ducklings, if she let him he tried to give her some much needed down time by taking the kids or getting his brother’s to help while she got to have a relaxing bath or a few hours to herself

Ashley had given so much in their relationship, done so much just to be with him, had gone through things he wished he could erase from her mind and he wanted to make the day of her birth better then every other day to show just how much he cherished the woman of his dreams

In all honestly all of them were content living at the cabin even Leo was starting to relax more; up there they found a freedom none of them had thought possible most of the kids had never saw the inside of the sewers and to this moment there was no need to go back since he continued monitoring showing crime had hit an all time low since the clones had vanished and the city had shut down, it made them uncomfortably nervous for a while wondering what was coming but after a long talk with the Chief it was stated they should stay out of the city for as long as possible to keep their family safe

With both crime groups missing they were on edge but they were safe until the time they felt he pull to return and as Maser Splinter liked to say the universe would tell them what path to take

Why jinx a good thing when the Foot and Dragon’s where silent and if they were needed they were just a call away few hours at most to return unless Angel could get up enough strength to get them there instantly, and since the last week had been rough on he redhead in that he had formed his plan finally knowing where they were going for her birthday

His first step was prying his body out of bed so early every day leaving the warmth of his bed and sneaking away for hours at a time always coming back just as everyone started lunch never telling any of them where he disappeared to every morning sometimes slipping away again to the barn making something that they would never see once he finished falling into bed every night so tired he was out in seconds

He might have been working harder then he had in a while but it was for his special someone

At the end of the day it was worth every second he spent working himself to exhaustion

They had quickly passed out after an active night of family time, games, and the struggle of getting all the kids to actually go to bed after he had finally gotten Rosie to lay down by placing her next to Killian shaking his head at how fast she fell asleep once the Raph’s son was hugging her and calming Vincent who was being clingy tonight

By the time he had walked into his bedroom Ashley had passed out just before midnight looking so adorable still only halfway in bed her hair framing her head like a halo

Getting undressed the turtle sighed picking his wife up climbing into bed pulling her into his arms and nuzzling into her neck wanting to give her a ‘early present’ after finally getting a moment alone hearing her moan as he played with her neck but before he could start anything she was sound asleep limp in his arms

How could his the redheaded love get any cuter?

As it just so happened she could do it so easily; his wife giggled in her sleep curling into him obviously having good dreams of him he had hoped, she needed her sleep knowing she was so exhausted he kissed her lips settling down into the bed knocking out just as fast with her cuddled up to him

Unwillingly he rolled out as Vincent started fussing for him wanting his milk from mommy seeing Ash still out cold he covered her up to let her sleep as long as she needed, he yawned and stretched out his limbs as he stepped into the room finding his baby sister passed out in the rocking chair with her two infants who must have been hungry earlier then normal nursing as she slept having looked to have just passed out the genius carefully picked her up placing the small woman in the crib with the still suckling infants covering the three up with a blanket until Leo could come to get her

Kissing his son’s head he lifted the little turtle heading down the stairs to find Angel struggling to make breakfast alone “What did I tell you about sleeping in…” she waved him off as the turtle kissed the woman’s head before catching the bowl she almost dropped “Always so stubborn- Need any help?” she was supposed to be on bed rest and had somehow slipped out of one of her mates bed without waking them telling him she had it as she mixed the batter for pancakes

Her being both blind and heavily pregnant hadn’t slowed her down by much

He started sneaking around behind her while preparing the bottle flipping her food and prepared his coffee multitasking while bouncing the cranky child until Mikey appeared from outside moving closer to help his mate nuzzling in behind her begging for her to act sick so he could stay home already hearing Leonardo yelling for them to come on in his normal annoying drill sergeant voice; muttering under his breath he cursed himself for forgetting they were training today seeing Raphael was in the same state of mind as him looking like he might be in a mood for once

Already her birthday wasn’t going as planned he wasn’t supposed to have work or training today

“Faith is on baby duty with Angel while we are gone – she will be sitting down helping only if needed and keeping her feet up are we clear! I don’t want to hear any arguments we aren’t having any more preemie births this one is staying in for as long as possible” Leo commanded as he passed through grabbing some bacon and toast while carefully pushing the woman out of the kitchen as the angel gave him a dirty look sticking her tongue out at the leaders retreating shell, he chuckled as she gave letting Mikey finish what was on the stove that the genius had already turned off, taking her little Vinnie telling him to ignore the grouchy male and that while Daddy was out training they were going to have fun taking the bottle from his hand without him really seeing her starting to feed the baby his warmed milk

No amount of complaining or bitching had stopped their older brother from starting the four hour long training regiment Leo had come up with to keep them in shape which consisted of their three mile run on the smaller trails, the weird and uncalled for obstacle course right in the middle before they had to run another mile, one ten minute break to catch their breaths before finishing up in the clearing where Leo was trying to kill them, it blew over into an extra thirty minutes after each of them had messed up in something until all of them were so tired they collapsed onto the ground refusing to do any more

The leader was displeased but the younger three turtles agreed – fuck him this was bullshit

Once Leo accepted they were done, called them for the day, and Donnie could feel his legs again he had hurried back to the cabin to shower stopping long enough to get some wildflowers for Ashley placing them in a vase with water seeing the two teenagers had the frozen movie on entertaining all of the kids and Angel was out placing the laundry on the line to dry the massive form of Leatherhead making her look so small as he guided her hand, going up the stairs finding his beautiful queen still curled up in bed to his relief.

Quietly he placed the new bouquet on her side table before hurrying for a quick shower

He wasn’t in there long before a set of arms was around him finding his wife who must had been awake after all pulling her close kissing her softly whispering against her lips as she teased him “Happy Birthday baby”

He was a bit disappointed having wanted to wake her with breakfast in bed but figured her waking up early without anyone disturbing her had been an unforeseen change groaning as she traced his arms complimenting him before he had captured her lips again letting the hot water pour over them as they held one another

They fooled around light touches formed from loving words and so many kisses before the frantic tapping on the locked bathroom door had him growling when he Mikey yelling he needed Donnie to hurry obviously not knowing he had company

After washing the two of them up he had carried her to the room shooting his brother a dirty side glance for ruining the fun but took the chance to lock their door before placing her on the bed and proceeded to worship her still damp body having her laughing and squirming while he loved on his wife both falling into a deep make out session spending a little more time in bed their nude bodies pressed so close yet he never took it any further

After a while the turtle reached over pulling a pink bag from the floor smiling as he waved it in front of her as she squealed in excitement telling him at least ten times he hadn’t needed to get her anything but on her extraordinary day he wanted to make her feel special and show her just how much he adored her placing it in her lap watching her open it pulling out a gorgeous purple and pink plaid dress shirt with leggings to go with the new shoes April was giving her

He had seen the outfit while searching the web months ago and although he knew she didn’t wear dresses often he though how fitting it would be, smirking at her amazed expression kissing her neck before moving away grabbing her stuff from the dresser and placing it in the bed so she didn’t have to search for anything kissing her once more before telling her to get ready as he got dressed

“Brunch for my girls in fifteen I really want to see it on you”

God she didn’t disappoint; he was halfway done making them food just after his brother’s returned from dropping off all the stuff he had asked them to take to where he had found when she came down everyone complimenting her on how beautiful she looked except the angel who simply took her sister looked radiant as ever stepping closer placing a broached clip in her hair to hold her red locks back from her face

He was still standing there gazing at her lovingly before the winged woman sniffed the air telling him any longer and he was going to burn everything making the genius scrambled to get it all pulled up just finishing as she stepped in the door grinning as she spun for him

As he leaned in to kiss her the kids ran in pulling the younger children in a basket they had tied a rope to surprising her with handmade cards and drawings each had made giggling as she adored them and hung eack on the fridge to see everyday

They finally sat down to eat after the kids had been ushered to the living room for reading time as Donnie placed a small bowl of french vanilla yogurt topped with sliced of almonds, chunks of white chocolate, apple slices and fresh raspberries topped off with a dash of cinnamon over it all, he had also made toast and gotten Ashley her tea knowing how much she needed it to get through her day having laxed in the last few months on his suggested healthy treats in order to keep a happy wife and instead just snuck them in here and there

To his amazement she ate everything without a problem looking pleased with his meal even grabbing a little more toast to nibble on as the turtle adored her and the baby bump

Since it was so late in the day they watched a movie with the kids until they had went down for their naps, the adults getting a much needed break to just relax and talk until Evangeline and Junior got into an argument crying over a toy they both wanted making Raph go up to break up the fighting but by the time he got up there all the kids were wide eyed waiting on him calling Mikey to help him carry them down

The girls giggled as both turtles walked down their arms full with all the little ones Lily and Rose hanging off their Uncle Raphie’s arm as Killian came scooting down the stairs like his mother tended to do when nobody was around to help her down the stairs laughing each time he plopped down on his butt seeing all the babies so active called for play time outside

Donnie remained on the porch with Ashley at his side watching the girls Rosie dragging Killian around the garden not that the little boy seemed to care, Raven and Faith were playing with Fayre, Shadow, Junior, and Sawyer making little flowered crowns and braiding the kids flowers into their hair, and Angel was sprawled out on the grass with the others playing with the kids who had taken to using the turtles as their personal jungle gym

“Tonight – what do you say to you and me getting away for a little bit? Have an adventure?” he saw the question in her eyes as he tilted her chin kissing his wife sweetly asking once more to get her excited yes

The day may have not started off how he wanted but tonight would go off well if he had to pay his family to give them some privacy, when they went inside to start dinner Angel and the twin teenagers surprised them having made her favorite special meal, baked her a beautifully decorated chocolate cake with fresh strawberries between the layers the night before and secretly had decorated the whole room just for the woman who made life so much fun

Tonight they were going to have a family party before Donnie whisked her away

They partied into the night Raphael drinking too much had dragged Leo into the fun after getting the leader to indulge a little making the evening more interesting as the two alpha’s got along better then normal everyone waiting until the kids had passed out getting their little ones in bed before giving Ashley their gifts

Since they had been out at the cabin for a while April and Casey had decided to go into town buying the redhead five new outfits, two new comfortable shoes, and a purse the man had found that came with a defensive pack after what had happened with the poachers it seemed like a good idea

Leo and Raven had made her some candles in her favorite scent with her favorite flowers forever entrapped in the lovely purple wax

Raph and Angel had went all out and made her a dream catcher out of wood and dried flowers with small shiny pebbles and the feathers Angel had lost off her wings hanging off the hoop they had worked thin twine around in an intricate pattern

Raven with the help of Leatherhead had gone to the lake and had found all sorts of shells, pebbles, and lost treasures crafting them onto a wooden frame with their family picture they had captured a few weeks back

Mikey had painted her the spot she loved to go when they went hiking on a piece of wood he had sanded smooth

Faith although new to the family made Ashley a crown from wild flowers which haloed her head beautifully

Once the guys got to the point they were getting handsy with their mates and the humans had passed out Donatello grabbed his queen’s hand pulling her with him out the door finding the truck already running “Ready for our adventure” her smile was all he needed as he picked her up placing her in the front seat beside him heading out behind the house where he had asked her and the others to not go since it was uncharted what was out there

They drove for almost fifteen minutes before the turtle stopped his high beams shining on a small cabin hidden in the trees looking over as his wife asked him several questions before he parked offering her his hand helping her out of the truck before grabbing two bags his sisters had packed for him in the cool night the fireflies drifting through the misty air have it an bewitching ambiance

“Happy Birthday” as they stepped in it was obvious somebody had been there earlier – for as old as it looked it had been cleaned spotless fresh flowers were in a vase in the small table and there was a nice fire roaring on one wall warming the whole place

Ashley had walked towards the small living area as he pushed a door off to the side open revealing a room set up with new sheets and anything they could need smiling as he came back to see the pure joy on her face as if this were the most enchanting destination on the planet before she was looking at him questioningly

“I can’t take you anywhere fancy like Paris or Rome… I couldn’t give you a dream honeymoon to Europe but–” he smiled at the shocked look his wife gave him as he pulled off his hoodie dropping it over the chair eyeing her up and down before moving closer picking her up carrying her to the large bed “I can give you all my love, hard work in knowing I fixed this up just for you, and the knowledge of knowing that for the next week this is where you and me will be alone to celebrate my worlds birthday and the honeymoon we never g0t to have”

Rose petals made a trail to the soft looking bed, inside several candles were flickering around them and on the side table was a metal bucket of melting ice and a bottle of *non-alcoholic* sparkling juice to act as wine gently laying her down as he crawled over the woman his smile might have been her only warning to what he was thinking before she pushed him back asking him to give her a second grabbing her bag he had carried in and disappeared into the bathroom

Her absence gave him time to scurry around doing a few final checks and get comfortable undressing to save time just laying down on the bed before the bathroom opened

His eyes widened as she stepped out in a sheer lingerie set she had to have bought for their wedding night looking her over as she came closer blushing as the turtle looked at her in a way he hadn’t done since they had met back on November third three and a half years ago; like she was a goddess in human form sent to plague his universe with those thick hips, bright eyes, and loving smile setting off feelings he had never thought he deserved back before he met the redhead beauty filling him with those searing emotions nobody had ever came close to giving the mutant

But he loved that feeling craving it the same now as he did back then

He leaned up helping her onto the mattress noticing for the first time she had put on just a little make up and although she never need it there was just something it added to the whole portrait that was his woman loving how the dark lashes brought out her eyes that much more his hands being so careful to not damage her sheer outfit officially finding out of all the little numbers she had pulled out this – this one was his favorite

Each touch showed his appreciation the soft silky fabric complimented her so well loving how it showed off her baby bump churring as she touched him in a way that had him on edge yet so grounded in this moment

Donatello didn’t waste a second pulling her into his arms to kiss his wife deeply his finger tips tracing each curve he loved so much moving slowly to savor every moment; they had all week to go crazy tomorrow his heat could take control but tonight was special and that meant he was going to ignore that feral side she brought out during this time of year take his time in pleasuring her until she found heaven and then he’s take her even higher

His lips finally trailed down lower drifting over her neck nibbling at her smooth flesh, her hands on his body left him breathless and craving her even more but he still moved slowly marking her neck when she took hold of the unyielding mass between his legs getting a deep growl as he pushed her to lay down letting her tease him as he focused fully on his task

Her femininity was his drug and the sweet scent of her arousal made him drunk with every passing second

The turtles kisses went lower over her breast carefully uncovering one large mound then the other kissing and licking at the over sensitive peaks before he was sucking at the hardened tips churring happily at the sweet sounds he was getting her head dropping back on the bed moaning for him already, her body always so sensitive yet so appeasing to him loving how he could get her so worked up by just his planned out touches knowing her body as well as he did his own

The pulling of his lips on her nipples drew some of the sweetest praises and heated demands but none more so then when he slowly went lower worshipping her body the entire time gradually pulling her panties down her legs kissing wherever he could opening her hips to him looking up at the woman who was already breathing hard pleading for the turtle; that shining grin egging him to continue as he kissed up her thighs to his prize yet waited until she was begging for her husband to move closer

His mouth finally met the soaked lower lips and he devoured her enthusiastically his hands sending shivers through her system from the care he took, the echoing pulses that squeezed his tongue making him groan and growl with his desire as he brought her to the ledge so slowly until finally he touched the pearl he had avoided doubling his actions just to see his wife teetering on the edge

Her voice was his breaking point the second she cried out cumming on his tongue his body burned to move wanting to just push into her and pound her into the mattress but he waited lapping up his mess until she had grabbed his shoulders calling his name before her fingers caught the tails of his mask tugging on him until finally he came up over her kissing her hard as she stroked his throbbing cock pre leaking from the tip only lubricated her actions

She moaned as he thrust into her hand begging needily wanting him to take her and he could never say no to her and before she could say another word he had pulled her lower on the bed under him hooking one arm under her leg sitting up to take in every radiant feature before pushing against her irresistible heat finding himself lost in her beautiful eyes as he finally let himself sink in

Both were breathing heavily when she started moving first getting a deep growl as he finally thrust forward losing his mind at how perfect she felt, between her lust filled cries mixing with his resounding churrs as he filled her completely each time being so gentle in making love to her just like he had their first time his fingers tangling in the soft red curls as he kept his gaze on her tear filled orbs

Sweat dripped down his tense body rolling off his muscles as time slipped away until it was just them in the dark only the flickering of the dying candles providing light after the fire had burned out hearing her sharp cry as she soaked his thighs cumming suddenly making him slow down not wanting to end this before he was done

The room was filled with their heavy breathing and no matter how much she tugged at him he never settled his full weight on her always cautious of the swollen belly smiling as he saw her eyes start to roll when his movements increased giving her a few rough thrust once he couldn’t hold back

Ashley had grabbed onto his arms as her legs were pulled up his hips hearing him whispering he was close while she was voicing her pleasure just as he felt the woman’s finish started to wash over those heightened senses groaning against the soft swollen lips still lovingly kissing his own before he was rutting into her fast

Fists tangled into the sheets as dawn drifted through the forest around them the soft morning light drifting in though the covered windows, skin clapped as both bodies finally drew in close, and just as he felt the pressure become too much in his lower stomach he gave her what she had been pleading for

The shrill sound of her finish filled the air as she slammed tight locking up in his arms and he followed only seconds later grunting and churring as she held him in place until his cum filled her in thick spurts

His resounding moans rumbled the air as she took everything he had so lost in their passion the morning song birds told them it was time to start their day but he didn’t care looking up as her eyes drifted open and that sweet smile graced him, he nuzzled into her as she wrapped her arms around him once he finally felt his body rolling them to the side he didn’t pull away cradling his queen within his arms still happily connected with her too tired to even attempt to move once he was resting on the bed

Exhaustion hit them like a train once the high had dissipated his eyes fluttering closed just after hers falling asleep easily with his love beside him so content he slept peacefully until the light of the mid afternoon sun made him groan turning over on his side to escape the light only to feel a small hand caressing his cheek so lovingly pulled him to consciousness

Once his honey brown eyes opened he couldn’t help but smile seeing his beautiful wife still laying there her red curls wild and frizzed from their earlier actions, having probably gotten up a while ago her full figure now nude to his eyes barely covered by the blanket making him churr as he pulled her back against him fingers trailing over the smooth skin of her hips and eyeing her with a knowing grin as she climbed on top of him straddling his hips

Every promise he had made to make their honeymoon better then ever was at the top of their list of things to do today wondering if they would even leave the room but then again he wouldn’t be complaining with her hormones in over drive and how she was looking at him he decided the plans could be tossed aside for now giving her full control as her lips found his hungrily

This birthday week was about to really kick off with a round three

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #happybirthday #for my sister #tmnt donatello #EXTREME LEMON #Fluffyness #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2014/2016 #tmnt donatello 2016 #birthday suprises #tmnt au #he really tried this year #we love you so much #honeymoon #tmnt 2016

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master-sass-blast · 5 years

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The Moments in Our Lives Leading Up ‘Til Now.

This fic is probably the biggest fuck you to my barely coherent timeline for this series.

Like, don’t ask me how the timeline actually works. Don’t ask me how long you and Piotr have been together. Don’t ask me how old either of you are. Don’t ask me anything about it, because I don’t know. That’s too much math and calendar work for me lskdjflskjflkjlsdkjf.

Summary: A series of snapshots as you and Piotr go through the journey of planning your wedding.

Pairings: Piotr Rasputin x Reader.

Rating: T for language, implied sex, and some references to some very angsty fics.

Set after “Planning Pains,” then continues through and goes after the ending for “You Can Always Go Back Home.”

Taglist: @marvel-is-perfection, @chromecutie, @super-darkcloudstudent, @girl-obsessed-with-things, @nebulous-leo

The ceremony and reception venue are easy –you both want the wedding to be at Xavier’s, Charles is more than happy to host it, and that takes care of that.

It also settles when the wedding is going to be. The only time the Institute can pull off hosting an event like that is in the summer.

“Man, I don’t know why I was freaking out so badly,” you remark as Piotr pencils in a specific date in an email to Charles. “This is easy.”

Famous.

Last.

Words.

***

Little did you know, there’s a lot of financial work that goes into planning a wedding.

The venue is free –and Charles is an ordained minister who does wedding ceremonies for mutants and other minorities, so that takes care of that fee, too.

Everything else, however…

Well, everything else would be easy if someone weren’t such a stickler for the rules.

“Babe, I’ve got more than enough money in my accounts to give us the wedding we want,” you argue as Piotr tallies up various figures on a piece of paper. “My uncle and Wade have me pretty well set up. There’s no need to do all this… stressing.”

Piotr purses his lips, looking downright annoyed. “I do not want dirty money funding my wedding.”

You do a double take and raise your eyebrows at him. “Excuse me?”

“It is principle.”

“Right. Are you just going to get rid of every gift I’ve ever bought for you on principle, too?”

You can almost see his hackles go up. “It is not same thing.”

“It so is!” you exclaim. “The money isn’t any less ‘dirty’ based on what event it’s funding!”

“So you do not object to concept of ‘murder money’ funding our wedding?”

You shrug. “I mean… if your mom sends any money to help—”

“Do not.” Piotr whirls around in his seat so fast it almost scares you. “My mother had no choice in course of her life!”

“Yeah, well, neither did my uncle!” you retort. “And this is my wedding too, which means I’m paying for at least some of it. So, either way, my ‘dirty,’ ‘infected’ money is going to be all up in our big day. If you didn’t want that, maybe you should’ve thought of that before proposing to me!”

Piotr recoils, almost as though you’d slapped him.

Your mouth hangs open, and for a long moment you wish you could physically suck your words back into your body because, truth or not, there was no need to say that.

Piotr swallows hard, sets his pencil down, and gets up. “I am going for walk. I wish to be alone.”

You purse your lips together and pinch the bridge of your nose as he walks out of your bedroom, closing the door after him. Dammit, Y/N. You and your big mouth.

***

You wake up to someone gently peeling your face off a wooden surface.

You gasp and jerk upright, sending several papers flying in the process. “I’m awake!”

Piotr chuckles and kisses the top of your head. “Easy, myshka. It is just me. What…” He carefully picks up one of the pieces of paper, which is covered in rows of failed equations. “What is all this?”

“I grade essays, not math tests,” you groan as you rub your neck.

He kneels next to your chair, looking over all your hard work with an awed expression on his face. “Did you… How long did you do all this?”

“I dunno,” you mumble as you rub at your face. “A long time. Like I said, I’m not good at math.”

“You tried to figure out how to make wedding work on smaller budget,” he says quietly.

“Yeah.” You sigh heavily. “Look, I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I… I stand by it,” you admit. “But I didn’t say it kindly, and I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

Piotr kisses the back of your hand gently. “Thank you. And, in all honesty, I was not nice either. I am very sorry, moya lyubov’.”

“It’s okay, babe,” you murmur as you lean over and kiss him on the cheek. “Look, we can do this on a smaller budget. It’s doable.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “But?”

You sigh. “Honestly… I don’t want to just not chip in on the wedding. But I can’t control where my money’s coming from. And… I don’t want a small wedding. Like, smaller guest list is fine, but I want a fucking blowout. After everything I went through growing up, I want a wedding with all the frills. I want something to look back on and go ‘fuck you, mom and pops, not only did I get married, but I did it in fucking style!’”

Piotr chuckles, the nods. “Alright. ‘Frilly blowout’ it is.”

You blink at him, stunned. “Wait, really?”

“Da. I am certain.”

“But… the money thing…”

“I thought about what you said while I went on walk,” he explains, gently rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. “And… you are right. I did know about your connections well before I proposed, and none of that changed my intentions or desires. And I cannot –should not—punish you for something you cannot control.”

You lean against his shoulder, nuzzling against his neck. “You’re sure you’re okay with it?”

“I am. I had to think it over, but I am.”

“Cool.” You sling your arms around his neck and press a loud, messy kiss against his cheek. “Let’s do this thing, baby. Let’s have a super pretty wedding.”

He chuckles and turns his head so he can kiss you back. “Sounds like plan, dorogoy.”

***

Things come to a temporary halt when you accidentally fall into the cocaine vat.

“I’ve ruined it,” you lament to Piotr one night while you’re still in the hospital. “We’re supposed to be planning our wedding!”

“Easy, myshka,” Piotr murmurs while kissing your forehead. “Wedding things will still be there when this is done. Your only priority for now is to rest.”

You frown –then giggle happily when he kisses your pouting lips.

It’s hard to stay upset with the world’s literal best fiancé by your side.

***

You wake up to the sound of Piotr gently crooning your name and the smell of chocolate chip pancakes.

He brushes your hair away from your face, trailing little kisses from your cheek to your temple. “Dobroye utro, myshka.”

“You were wise to come with food,” you grumble into your pillowcase. The withdrawals are still hitting you hard, meaning that exhaustion is basically your twenty-four-seven existence right now.

“I thought as much.” He helps you sit up, gets the plate situated in your lap, then sits next to you on the bed. “So, I thought we could talk about catering options—”

You whine. “Baby, I told you, I’m too fucking tired to plan anything—”

“Easy, easy,” Piotr soothes you, squeezing your hand reassuringly. “I took liberty of booking Grant for reception catering. I figured you would not be opposed since you had already had his food?”

You blink rapidly. “Uh… I mean, I’m not, but I wanted to help with the menu…”

“I know –which is why I only booked Grant for the date, not with menu,” Piotr explains. “I let him know you had some health problems, and he said since I reached out early enough I could send him final menu later. Then he sent me list of catering options to choose from. I thought we could make menu few items at a time, so you do not get overwhelmed. Does that sound good?”

And, well, it does.

“Okay,” you agree tiredly. “Just… not right now. I just want to eat breakfast.”

Piotr chuckles and nods. “Fair enough.”

***

“Look,” you say, grinning tiredly as Piotr falls onto his side whilst laughing. “Give me one good reason we can’t have chili bacon cheese fries as a side at our wedding!”

“They are disgusting!” Piotr exclaims.

“Blasphemy. How dare you.”

“They are messy,” he continues, ticking off each point on his fingers. “They would be difficult to make for catered event, and they are not on menu offered by Grant.”

“Dammit,” you whisper as you cross the item in question of your list of menu ideas. “Why do you always have to be right?”

Piotr just chuckles, then takes your hand in his and kisses your palm. “Please tell me that not all your ideas are fast food related.”

“I actually picked items from the catering menu, thank you very much. Although—” You look over the guest list again. “How many people do we have to invite again?”

Piotr frowns quizzically. “It… it is not ‘have to’ thing. We can invite as many or few as we wish. Why?”

“Because I want to have the cake to myself.”

Piotr snorts and shakes his head. “I do not think that is entirely possible, but we will make sure you get plenty of cake, myshka.”

“Okay, but like, how much cake?”

“As much as your heart desires,” he says as he leans over to kiss you.

You smile into the kiss. “Sounds perfect.”

***

The pictures in the magazine are taunting you. And if they aren’t, the captions definitely are.

You chuck the flower order magazine off the bed and roll over to take a nap. I’m too tired to deal with this.

***

The groom’s and groomsmen’s suits go easily enough. There’s only a few places Piotr orders clothes from, and they provide formal suit options, so it’s just a matter of getting measurements from everyone –and finding a women’s suit for Ellie, since she’s standing up as his “best man”—and scheduling a date for a fitting to make sure nothing needs to be altered.

Finding bridesmaid’s dresses –especially since Wade is your “maid of honor”—though, let alone a wedding dress…

“Honestly!” you snap as you shove your laptop away from you, disgusted. “What even are these sizes?”

“Shop in store,” Kitty says as she leans over the back of the couch so she can peer at the screen over your shoulder. “Considering you’re not familiar with industry or international sizing, it’s not worth the hassle to shop online. That, and you’ll have a better idea of how it looks on you.”

You nod slowly as you mull the suggestion over. “That’s… that’s a good idea.”

“Well, duh,” Kitty says as she twirls a lock of hair around her finger. “Oh, and take Neena with you. The part of the fashion industry that makes clothing for women is absolutely sadistic; you’ll need all the luck you can get.”

You exchange a fist bump with the teen. “Absolutely.”

***

You stare at your laptop screen, switching from tab to tab almost mindlessly, rhythmically. Your eyes aren’t even processing what’s on the screen at this point; it’s just a wash of colors and shapes and styles…

You inhale suddenly and close your laptop, quickly setting it away from you.

Flower choices can wait until another day.

***

“I don’t care.”

“Myshka—”

“I literally don’t care!” You flop face first onto your bed, sending invitation samples flying. “I’m totally apathetic! Just pick something you like and I’ll go with it! You’ve got good taste, I trust you!”

Piotr presses his fist against his mouth to hide an endeared smile. “This is your wedding as well, moya lyubov’. You should have say in invitation style.”

You give him an unamused, exhausted look. “Babe. I’m beat. You’re picking the invitations.”

He laughs at that, conceding with a nod as he leans over and kisses you. “As you insist, myshka.”

***

Shopping, admittedly, has never been your strong suit. You feel like you have a decent sense of style, but trying on garment after garment after garment just gets exhausting and makes your eyes cross after a bit.

You blanch as you eye the impressive, sleek storefront. “We’re sure I can’t just get married in some jeans and nice shirt, right?”

“Absolutely not!” Kitty declares.

You’d invited her along –in addition to Neena, Ellie, Yukio, and Alex and Illyana, who’d teleported over from Russia at your invitation—upon realizing the teen had a strong grasp on fashion and style. You’d been certain that her know-how with the industry would come in handy—

But right now, since she’s currently marching you into the dress store, you’re wondering if your choice is going to bite you in the ass or not.

The inside of the store is just as intimidating as the outside, if not more so. The attendants are all dressed and styled impeccably, and the perfectly polished floor gleams under the overhead lights.

You get set up with one of the attendants and go through what you want –something you can move in, something you don’t have to worry about your tits falling out of, something reasonably comfortable—and then Kitty and the attendant go back and forth for at least ten minutes about different cuts and fabrics that would suit you before the attendant takes you back to a dressing room and grabs a few different dresses in your size and price range.

The first one flat out doesn’t fit. You don’t even bother to walk out and show the others, since the attendant can’t even get it around your hips properly.

“I thought this was in my size,” you lament as she puts the dress back in its protective bag.

“Different designers and cuts lead to size fluctuation,” she reassures you as she reaches for the second dress. “I think this one will suit you better.”

The second dress does fit –small victories.

You eye your reflection, taking in the dress and how it sits on you. “It’s alright. What do you think?”

“I think it flatters your shoulders and chest pretty well,” the attendant says. “Let’s show everyone else.”

Kitty, however, naysays it as soon as you walk out of the dressing room. “Nope. Absolutely not. No way.”

You raise an eyebrow at her. “Do I look that bad?”

“You’re not smiling,” Kitty says, as though it’s the most important thing in the world. “Your wedding dress should at least make you smile.”

“I think it fits her fine,” Yukio comments as she looks you over.

“It fits her just fine, but this is her wedding dress,” Kitty fires back. “She should feel like a princess that’s walking on air. She should be glowing from the inside out because she feels completely and utterly confident in it. She should be smiling like she just got a coupon for an entire free cake from the grocery store and it’s being presented to her by a Golden Retriever and Anne Hathaway.” She waves her hand at you, shooing you back towards the dressing room. “That’s not it. Go try on another one.”

And so it goes. You try on dress after dress, all of which are perfectly stylish and fit you well enough, but none of which make you feel like you’re “dazzling,” or “sublime,” or any of the other words Kitty throws out.

“This is her wedding,” Ellie snaps when Kitty turns down yet another gown. “You can’t call all the shots!”

“I’m not,” Kitty argues. “But it’s clear she’s not feeling any of them. She shouldn’t get married in a dress she doesn’t absolutely love!”

“Yeah, but if you keep making her doubt every dress she comes out in, she’s not going to love any of them!”

“I’m not—”

Illyana gently squeezes Kitty’s hand before she can get into an argument with Ellie. “Easy, Katya. You have been… dominating.”

“I’m a Leo,” Kitty says as she tosses her hair. “I’m naturally charismatic.”

Ellie mutters something to Yukio that makes the other girl snort and clap a hand over her mouth.

“How about only a few more,” Alexandra speaks up, quelling the disagreement. “And then we can go for lunch and head home. No sense in going all day.”

“We should be fine,” Neena says as you turn to head back to the dressing room. “I’ve got a good feeling about this next dress.”

The attendant steps out of the dressing room after she unzips you. “I’ll be right back; I’m going to get a different dress. I’ve got something in mind now that I’ve seen which styles you gravitate towards and which you don’t.” She comes back a couple minutes later, dress in hand, and helps you get into it and—

Oh.

The attendant grins when you beam. “There we go. I think this one’s our winner. Let’s go show everyone else.”

Kitty immediately cheers when you walk out. “Yes!” She stands up and claps her hands, completely uncaring –and probably oblivious to—the glances she garners. “That’s it! That’s the one!”

Ellie smiles, nodding grudgingly. “Yeah. That one’s it.”

You grin as you twirl around, soaking in everyone else’s coos of delight and approval. Dress: done.

***

“We really should aim for a house,” you say as you scan yet another sample lease agreement. “Most of the apartments we want don’t even rent to mutants.”

You and Piotr are set up in the dining room, papers strewn across the table top as you work out your future living arrangements. Piotr’s working on calculating out various financial aspects of the whole ‘find a new place’ prospect, while you’re scanning different lease agreements and mortgage deals for unexpected catches. Neither of you want to live in the mansion full time once you’re married; you want privacy from everyone else, a space you can both totally customize—

But that means dealing with a lot of money and middlemen, which is generally where this whole thing is going to shit.

“We may have problem,” Piotr mumbles has he checks a set of figures on his calculator. “Buying house is not exactly cheap –and we cannot afford to not do things completely above board.”

You nod. “No, I agree. My finances are definitely out since I can’t really account where they’re coming from.”

“Why do you need to account where your finances are coming from?” Nathan asks as he pokes his head into the dining room. He takes a sip from his mug of coffee. “Is there some sort of legal hang up with the marriage?”

You shake your head. “Finding a place to live. It’s all shaping up to be a big fat mess.”

“Then don’t find a place just yet,” Nathan says with a casual shrug. “Look, the two of you are already planning and investing in a wedding. Get that off your plate, spend some time saving and making sure you won’t get dicked over legally, and then get a place when you don’t have a wedding staring you down.”

Piotr quirks his mouth to the side as he looks over at you. “It is not bad idea.”

“Fine by me,” you say as you start stacking up the sea of papers. “I’m happy to have one less thing to do.”

***

Neena’s mouth curves into a smirk. “So… what do you need me for?”

“I’m trying to pick out the flowers for my wedding stuff,” you say, only half-succeeding in not sounding completely and utterly desperate.

“And you’re hoping that my lucky powers will help you make a choice?” she surmises. She chuckles when you shoot her a fully desperate look and nods at the laptop. “Go for it. I want to see if it works.”

***

Everything comes to a stop when you’re kidnapped –and stays stopped even after you’re rescued.

Piotr merely kisses your forehead whenever you worry over the lack of progress on the wedding planning and tells you that your only priority is getting and feeling better.

Regardless of your marital status or planning progress, you’re home. That’s all that really matters.

***

“Do you have anything planned for your honeymoon yet?” your uncle asks one morning.

You and Piotr both blink simultaneously.

“We had discussed a few options,” Piotr says slowly after exchanging a glance with you. “But we had not made any final decisions or reservations as of yet.”

“If it’s alright with you two, I’d like to cover your honeymoon costs,” your uncle offers, fingers drumming restlessly against his coffee mug. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to make the wedding because of everything… and… yeah. I’d like to do that for you two.”

“Okay,” you say after exchanging a long look with Piotr. “Thank you. We really appreciate it.”

The corner of your uncle’s mouth turns up in a sad smile, and he quickly takes a sip of his coffee before it can turn into a frown. “Obviously, you two can always tell me where you want to go and I’ll make it happen, but… I was thinking maybe a trip to Disneyworld?”

You grin –you’ve never been to Disneyworld, and it honestly sounds like fun—but Piotr’s eyes go wider than a set of saucers and he sucks in a breath like a kid seeing all their presents under the tree on Christmas day.

Your uncle chuckles. “I take it Disneyworld is a good idea?”

You nod, smiling, as you watch Piotr grin broadly at the prospect of visiting the famed park. “I’d call it a plan.”

***

There’s only one upside to the whole kidnapping debacle with your parents: you already have lawyers on retainer when you need to change your name and add Piotr to the restraining order, since he’ll be your spouse and you don’t want anyone from your past getting any closer to him than they would you.

Matt, Foggy, and Karen –as with the restraining order situation—are a dream to work with. They keep everything straightforward and professional (and make sure no uppity license issuers try to deny the two of you any of the paperwork just because you’re mutants).

There is, though, something extra special about seeing your name change from Y/N L/N to Y/N Rasputin. Even though the ceremony still needs to happen, you’re legally bound to each other.

You grin at Piotr as you leave the courthouse. “Want to head back and start the honeymoon early?”

He laughs and grins back. “Why not.”

***

“What are we going to do for rings?” you ask one night, while you’re snuggled up next to Piotr in bed. It’s the middle of fall, which means you’re finally feeling chilled at night if you’re not taking full advantage of your fiancé’s extra warmth.

Not that he’s complaining, mind you.

“I mean, it probably won’t be too hard to find something for me,” you continue, reaching over to pick up one of Piotr’s hands. “But you’ve got some serious mitts, hon. That, and I don’t know if we can get a ring that’ll take you armoring up.”

“I have been thinking about this,” Piotr says, chuckling as you play with his fingers. “I would still like ring of my own, even if I have to get it fixed or replaced every now and then… but I was also thinking of getting tattoo, so I have a ‘ring’ even if I am not wearing one.”

“I mean, you can do that if you want,” you say with a shrug. “It’s on the finger, though, so it’s going to hurt more. And it’ll fade faster.”

“I do not mind pain,” Piotr says as he pulls your closer to him so he can kiss you. “And I would not want something complex, nor would I mind having to touch it up from time to time.”

“Alright.” You kiss his cheek, then giggle and ruffle his hair playfully. “Look at you, getting a tattoo! You’re becoming quite the rebel, mister!”

“You already knew I wanted to get work done.”

You press your finger against his lips briefly before going back to playing with his hair. “Shush. Let me have my moment.”

Piotr chuckles and catches your hand before you can make an absolute mess of his hair. “It would seem you have rubbed off on me, myshka.”

“I would hope so.” You grin, then teasingly rock your hips against his thigh. “I also like to rub on you, if you know what I mean.”

Piotr rolls his eyes, but then he’s kissing you and positioning the two of you so you’re on your back and he’s braced on his arms above you, and—

Yeah, you’re rubbing off –and on—him alright.

***

“I’m making the questions hard. You’ve known me for how long now? I can’t just lob you a bunch of slowballs.”

Piotr snorts and pauses to kiss the top of your head as the two of stroll about the Institute’s sprawling grounds. “Do what you must, myshka.”

“You better get them right,” you tease him further, grinning up at him. “It’s gonna look bad if we’re getting married and you don’t even know me.”

Piotr winks at you. “Worry not, dorogoy. I am confident in my success.”

“Good. Also, just a heads up, I’m pretty sure Mikhail’s gonna try to get at least five hundred dollars out of you for the payment part of it.” You giggle when your fiancé rolls his eyes and groans and squeeze his hand reassuringly. “Relax, babe. Your mom put a stop to it before he got too far with the concept.” When Piotr doesn’t stop grumbling under his breath, you tug on his hand and flash him a dazzling smile. “Hey. We’re gonna be married in two months.”

Piotr grins back, equally as bright. “That we are.”

You roll up onto the tips of your toes as he bends down to kiss you—

It’s just as wonderful as every other time you’ve kissed him.

Life is going to be amazing.

#sass writes #piotr rasputin x reader #colossus x reader #this is probably a mess as far as the timeline goes but oops oh well what else can ya do?#lots of fluff #and just... lots of tie ins to other fics i'm so sorry #like legit the timeline for the CHC is a mess right now #am i going to fix it?#probably not no lskdfjlskdjflksdjlfj #ooooooops #x men fanfiction #deadpool fanfiction

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