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calliopeslyrics · 5 months

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firegirl

pairing: luke castellan x daughter of Hephaestus! reader

word count: 5.2k

warnings: mention/description of drowning, very little angst.

summary: in which a date by the lake goes wrong, including a lack of swim lessons and tearful confessions.

You’d heard about the stories of the god’s wrath. Hera’s jealousy, Demeter’s wrath, Aphrodite’s envy - your mother had warned you through the tales of Psyche and Io and Persephone long since you were a child wading through fire. A child born of ash and fire, that was what you were. A force of destruction, born only to create with the very hands that burn through flesh and blood.

The stories didn’t mean much at the time, ancient tales of caution now serving as bedtime stories for a little girl that refused to sleep due to constant nightmares. But you should’ve paid better attention, should’ve noticed the urgency in your mothers tone when she warned you again and again that the gods are not forgiving gods.

But maybe facing a jealous goddess’s wrath was better than any other gift your father had given you. Blessed with the knowledge of forgery and fire, you should’ve known that you’d have to stay away from large bodies of water unless you wanted to turn a pool into a hot tub.

You never really learned to swim, not in the way that counted. Sure, you knew how to hold your breath and doggy paddle from one end to another, but your expertise in swimming never extended past the basics. It was something you weren’t so keen on sharing, not when everyone knows how to swim.

When you were smaller, taking a bath meant going outside and having your mom spray you with the hose before you could turn the water to steam. Pool days meant dipping your toes and fingers in the water, and nothing else.

You can look, but don’t touch, your mom had told after one particular accident. It was your cousin’s birthday party, another pool party to relax during the sweltering days of summer. While your cousins and their friends played chicken and cannonball into the water, you stayed at the edge of the pool, watching and just wishing to feel more than a droplet of water splash onto you.

The gods must have heard your wishing because the next thing you knew, you were submerged into water. Little six year old you in six feet deep water, what could go wrong? You don’t remember much from that day, only that you screamed and splashed and cried and soon the other kids screamed and splashed around you too.

It wasn’t until later that you learned that due to an overheating issue in the pool’s pipes, the pool’s water began to heat up until it was as boiling as the hot tub. A freak accident, the pool company called it after getting bombarded with angry parents threatening to sue. You also learned more years later that your panicked state brought that pool to its near boiling temperature.

From that day forward, your mom made a strict rule - no more pool parties, no more swim lessons, and no more unnecessary contact with water. It was too dangerous, she said. And you were too young to argue, so you agreed.

It wasn't until you arrived at Camp Half Blood when you realized how much you were missing out because of that rule. The camp itinerary was filled with fun activities that had dangerous monsters sprinkled in between the activities - perfect for someone who has no idea what world they've gotten themselves into.

There was pegasus riding in the morning, then water balloon fights between cabins, some days had sword practice against some monsters in the forest, then a lunch break while the satyrs played ancient songs on their pipes. You often watched other campers jump into the lake during the hot summer days, wondering if you’d ever get to swim freely like they do.

You quickly learned the dynamic within the camp, at how quickly your life can change with a simple symbol. The day that a fiery hammer hovered over your head was the day that you realized you weren’t alone. Your absent father wasn’t a piece of shit that couldn’t afford child support but the god of fire and forgery - Hephaestus.

All the weird coincidences in your life seemed to make sense. Your constant sweating and overly warm body, your skill with handiwork despite having no experience with tools - it was in your blood to create dangerous flames, to burn and rebuild in the same breath.

The other children of Hephestus didn’t seem to mind having an addition to their cabin, welcoming you with open arms that were stained with grease and oil. They were the siblings you never had, your quirks within the outside world becoming a norm within Cabin 9.

No one seemed to mind the constant overheating from their bodies or the unfinished projects that were scattered along the floor, no one made a face at the sweat that slipped down your face from a hard day’s work of building and destroying and rebuilding again. It was like you could finally belong somewhere, maybe you could even call it a home.

Your siblings never complained about the countless forgery, the mixture of sweat and smoke clinging onto your clothes. There were more days where grease stained your hands and face, which left you in a sour mood after laundry duty, or when you wished you could skip dinner to finish this project because you’re so close to getting it to work.

Overalls and aprons became your favorite items to wear, your pockets filled with scraps of metal and loose screws that you’ve scrapped from the other cabins. You’ve learned how to

But despite the warm welcome you received from your siblings and the amazing cabin life you adapted to, you could never shake the jealousy within you when it came to lake days. You’d often spend your time watching the campers with a longing gaze, wishing you could join them in the cool water that left them squealing and laughing when they touched the water.

Luke had suggested you spend time in the lake with him for the afternoon, saying something about needing a day to yourselves. And you agreed - most days seemed to blur together after an influx of Ares children played too roughly amongst themselves. Shields and spears needed modifications, swords needed to be resharpened, even armor needed to be fixed from some mysterious stabbings that appeared along the chest plates.

So there you were, standing just a couple feet away from the lake, towel in hand as if you were ever going to get into the water. Luke wasted no time getting ready for his swim, as evident by the smears of sunscreen along his nose and cheeks that hadn’t been smoothed properly.

There was something about the lake that always had Luke acting excited. Maybe it was because he could step away from his duties, dropping the mask of confidence that he carried around the younger campers. Or maybe it was the sense of normalcy the lake brought, as if you weren’t demigods fighting for your lives everyday and just a couple of normal teenagers enjoying a hot summer day.

“Aren’t you going to get in?” Luke asked, his calm tone bringing you out of your thoughts. He gave you a questioning glance at your attire, a simple once over before raising an eyebrow at you. You were still dressed in your camp shirt and shorts, stained with grease and oil from your morning in the forgery.

You shook your head, giving Luke a sympathetic smile. “I can’t.” you said simply, brushing at the stains in your shirt as if it were the only thing stopping you from swimming. Your towel laid limp in your hold, still folded from the years of sitting in your closet, and you made a mental note to throw it out one of these days.

Luke still doesn’t know of your mother’s rule or the pool incident all those years ago - mostly because you just didn’t know how to tell him and because he never asked. There was hardly a day where you could have a day to yourselves as demigods, constantly preparing for war against monsters and gods and each other. Swimming seemed like the least of your worries when Zeus was threatening to smite down a certain demigod when his lightning bolt went missing.

“You don’t know how to swim?” Luke snorted, giving you a disbelieving look. He was the one to suggest a pool date in the first place and while you were inclined to agree because you do love seeing Luke shirtless, you soon began to wonder if you should’ve declined his offer.

You rolled out your beach towel, a burnt orange color similar to your camp shirt, and sat stubbornly in the middle. You left your sandals on the grass, enjoying the slight freedom from the You didn’t bother shrugging off your clothes despite your swim suit underneath, it’s not like you’d get it wet anyway.

You can look, but don’t touch.

“Fire and water don’t mix well, Luke.” you scowled, crossing your arms defensively. You felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment and you knew it wouldn’t be long before your body began to heat up as well. In an attempt to distract yourself, you grabbed a small bottle of sunscreen from your bag, relishing in the coolness of the cream as you applied it to your arms and legs. “It’s basic science, you nerd.”

Luke raised his hands in mock surrender, casually tugging his Camp Half Blood shirt off and tossing it by his shoes. He was always so comfortable in his body, his sleeves usually rolled up to his shoulders to show off his biceps that were toned from years worth of training. And though you’ve been dating for a while now, you tried not to stare at his defined stomach, at how his biceps casually flexed with every movement.

Luke cleared his throat, and you quickly looked away from his body, catching his gaze instead. “Like what you see?” he asked teasingly, giving you a suggestive smirk. You playfully scoffed and rolled your eyes, turning away from Luke to hide your own smile.

It’s been two years since you first started dating Luke and yet he still tries to court and flirt with you like the first day you met. His ego was constantly inflated with your stares and small flirtatious quips, though you loved to act annoyed at how easily he revels in your attention. Lingering touches and lovesick glances was the trademark of your relationship with Luke, most dates filled with sneaking away from your camp to escape the reality of your lives.

“You wish, Castellan.” You huffed, slowly toeing your own shoes off. You didn’t mind not knowing how to swim, you never needed it growing up. Instead of swim lessons, your mom put you in welding and crafting lessons. Instead of wading through the deep end of pools, you learned how much heat you could handle from a fire before you could feel the burn.

You never complained about your lack of experience, it didn’t seem like something worth complaining about. But now, as the summer days started to grow hotter and hotter, you started to envy anyone who could splash around in the lake.

Luke shrugged, taking no mind to your tone and immediately getting into the water. He let out a satisfied groan at the temperature, wadding further and further into the water until it was up to his waist. You watched with a smile as Luke let himself get used to the water, occasionally trying to float when the sun wasn’t in his face.

“Are you sure you don't want to come in? The water is soooo nice” Luke looked up at you from his spot in the lake, his hair already sopping wet from his plunges underwater. It took all of your strength not to let your gaze wander along his chest, down further to his abs before the water obstructed your view.

You gave him a reassuring smile and nodded, casually toeing the water as if you were checking the temperature. The cold water of the lake stung at first, always clashing with the overly warmness of your body. But after keeping your feet dipped in the water. It felt nice, refreshing even, to feel the biting cold of the water against the heat of your skin.

For a second, you forgot that you were the daughter of the fire god, blessed with eternal warmth and cursed with hotheadedness. You were just another body in the water, enjoying the refreshing cold the water offered after a long day’s work of crafting. The water seemed to call to you, inviting you closer to the crystal clear deep of the lake, promising an ice cold plunge that would soothe your aching muscles.

A splash of cold water to your face brought you back to reality, and you opened your eyes to glare at the perpetrator. Instead of facing your annoying boyfriend, you found yourself face to face with a guilty looking son of Poseidon.

Percy Jackson winced at your glare, giving you an awkward wave. The water was at his shoulders, though the boy seemed to have no trouble standing along the deep end with your boyfriend. You waved back, giving the boy a small smile while he streamed out his apologies as quickly as he could.

“I meant to hit Luke, I swear!” he said, raising his hands in surrender. Another wave followed his hands movements and splashed you again, drenching your clothes in ice cold water. You wiped your hair from your face, letting out a hiss at the freezing sensation, but gave the boy a dismissive wave. “Sorry! Sorry again!”

“Percy, stop drenching my girlfriend,” Luke said with a laugh, splashing water onto the boy. The water moved around Percy smoothly, as though the waves had a mind of its own, and crashed upon another camper nearby. In retaliation, Percy swept more water towards Luke, still splashing you with droplets whenever Luke dodged and moved around to avoid the water.

Though you couldn’t join them, you enjoyed watching Luke relax on days like this - where his duties as cabin counselor didn’t weigh on him and he didn’t have to worry about accommodating another unclaimed child in his already crammed cabin. Instead, he was roughhousing with Percy, now determined to win whatever made up game they had thought of.

“I didn’t mean to!” Percy exclaimed, still waving his hands around. Stronger waves surged towards you, hitting you with more force until you were soaking wet along the edge of the lake. Luke laughed and launched at the boy, wading deeper and deeper along the lake until Percy disappeared beneath the water and reappeared somewhere else.

You don’t remember what happened next.

One moment, Luke is splashing more water onto Percy and you’re laughing at how they’re moving within the water. Then in another a giant wave rushes at you, immediately pulling you deep into the water. Your surprised gasp is muffled by the sound of moving water and before you knew it, you were engulfed by the freezing sensation all around you.

The water was cold, ice cold, stinging your entire body with the freezing temperature as you fought against the invisible force in the water. You opened your mouth to scream, to call for Luke or Percy or anyone that could help, but water filled your mouth and lungs and all you could do was panic. Above you, you could see Luke and Percy halt in their roughplaying, their bodies still as you struggled underwater.

Swim, you needed to swim.

But you didn’t know how, didn’t know anything other than to frantically kick at the water, your arms reaching out for something, someone to hold onto. The pounding in your head wouldn’t stop as you tried to push your way up, towards the surface that seemed to move further and further away from your reach.

You can look, but don’t touch, those mocking words echoed in your mind once again, taunting you. A small part of you wanted to give up, there was no point in fighting a losing battle. But as you kicked at the water, pushing yourself up,up,up against the numbing water, you wondered how much longer you could struggle before anyone would help.

Panic clawed at your chest as the roaring of the waves crashed over you again and again. Your lungs burned, your heart pounding wildly with fear at the prospect that you might not be able to make it to the surface. You could hear the muffled shouting from above, the sound of someone shouting your name though you could barely hear it.

A disgruntled sound came from your mouth, weak and sad, as your arms and legs burned in agony with every movement. The burning in your lungs only grew and the salty taste in your mouth made you want to gag as you slowed your flailing to a stop. You weren’t sure if you were crying or if your eyes were burning from the water, you couldn’t tell anymore when all you could do was let yourself sink slowly to the bottom.

All you could do was stare at the surface, watching the light slowly dim as the silhouettes above you rushed towards you. You thought of Luke, how he wanted to have a lake party with his girlfriend before the last days of summer ended. Was that his voice calling out your name, or were you starting to hallucinate? You weren’t sure anymore, not when the water numbed your entire body and the cold turned into a comforting feeling of nothingness all around you.

Maybe your mother was wrong, you thought as your eyes closed, maybe the water wasn’t so bad after all. A rushing sound of water filled your ears, or maybe that was another thing your mind was making up. Maybe you could rest for a bit, let your body relax before you’d swim back to the surface.

Rest - rest was good you decided. With the last bit of consciousness that you had, you thought of Luke one more time before everything faded to black, and your body felt like the nothingness that surrounded you.

Pressure against your chest was the first thing you felt, the thump, thump, thump of something against your chest in a rhythmic beat crushing your chest. It continued in a familiar pattern, thump, thump, thump until more pressure filled your throat and lungs - air.

You woke up with a start, sitting upright and spitting out water you didn’t know you had in your mouth. Tears streamed down your face as you coughed, air finally filling your lungs again as you took in deep, wild breaths. The lights were too bright, blinding you are you tried to take in your surroundings, searching for something familiar to ground you.

The sound of murmuring surrounded you, and you found yourself staring at concerned campers still clad in their swimwear and summer clothes. Sandy blonde hair, deep tans, some with freckles and others with almost glowing eyes - you recognized them as the children of Apollo, all watching you from their spots around your cot.

“What happened?” you rasped, glancing up at the closest person around you - a boy around Percy’s age with a grim look on his face. You recognized him from some of the games, he was more known for his healing skills than anything though he was equally as dangerous with a bow. But you couldn’t remember his name, not when the slight ringing in your ears filled your head.

The boy sighed, wiping his brow as he shooed the rest of the onlookers away. The children of Apollo murmured amongst themselves as they were ushered away, concerned glances cast your way as you watched the boy move with authority. Though he was shorter than some of his siblings, the blond carried himself as if he were wiser beyond his years.

You almost felt bad for him, seeing the same weight of responsibility that constantly hounded Luke crash upon the boy, probably more with the responsibility to heal the wounded. If he had any sense of resentment for his job, the head counselor didn’t show it, save for the tired look on his face once the final camper left your cot.

You attempted to lift yourself from your cot, barely bringing your legs over the edge before hissing in pain. Soreness shot from your thighs down to your calves, and you dug the palms of your hands into the soft mattress as you continued to move towards the edge.

As if realizing your plan, the blond rushed to the side of your cot, holding onto your shoulders in warning. Though he was younger, the child of Apollo was not weak. His grip tightened on your shoulder, as if holding you in place, and you didn't dare challenge his hold. He stared at you, blue eyes daring you to move any closer to the edge, and you felt compelled to heed the hidden warning in his gaze.

“You drowned, I don’t even think calling you lucky is the right thing to describe your situation.” he said softly, his grip never loosening. He reminded you of those doctors you see on those dramatic shows back at home, with a stern and yet disappointed look on his face that made him look older than he really was. “I don’t know how long you were out, but you didn’t have a pulse when they brought you here…” He trailed off, and you sunk into your bed at the realization that you were more than just unconscious. Gods, you almost died drowning. An embarrassed flush spread at your cheeks at the image of the younger campers watching you horribly flail around in the water. You made a mental note to look for swimming lessons from the naiads around the lake, as if they’d be more help than the only child of Poseidon in camp.

“Is Luke-”

“He’s taking a break, he’s been here since you got here.” he said, his light blue eyes gleaming with a knowing look. You let out a small sigh of relief, falling back into the soft pillows of the Apollo cabin’s cot. The pain in your arms and legs had now dulled to soreness, and you knew you’d have to take it easy for the next few days until you could return to the forgery again.

The camper didn’t say anything else as he rummaged through the cabinets and drawers of the healing station. You’re not sure how long you were out for, and a small part of you was too afraid to ask. The knowledge of the time that passed while the children of Apollo tried to bring you back to consciousness made your head feel dizzy and something like bile threatened to rise at the thought of Luke seeing you like that.

Sometime later, the familiar sound of the dinner bell rang throughout camp. Voices all flooded outside the cabin, conversations carrying into your side of the Apollo cabin as the campers made their way to the dining pavilion. You’re pretty sure you heard your name in a couple of the conversations, and you turned away from the window to avoid the wandering gazes of the curious campers walking by.

The door to the cabin opened and the setting sun’s light peered into the cabin, bringing a dramatic backlight to whoever entered. You tilted your head towards the light, eyes blinking at the golden light as you took in the silhouette of none other than your boyfriend.

Ah, Will Solace, you suddenly remembered the familiar freckles and subtle Texan accent that could only belong to one child of Apollo here. You’ve seen him run throughout camp a couple times, sometimes wandering close to

“She’s been up for some time,” Will murmured, more to Luke than you. Luke mumbled something to Will before moving past the boy, walking up to your cot, pressing his fingers against your palm before gently brushing his thumb against your cheek. You leaned into his soft touch, glancing up at him for the first time since the incident.

“Hi,” you whispered softly, looking up at Luke with a sudden shyness. Part of you wanted to hide under your covers, to pretend that you lost your memory and conveniently forgot everything that happened at the lake. But the bloodshot red in Luke’s eyes and slight frown on his lips had a pang of hurt echo throughout your chest at the realization of just how devastating Luke looked.

“Hi,” he whispered back, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat, looking away slightly while he blinked his tears away, and you glanced at your hands instead. You gave him the time he needed, holding his hand with shaking fingers and squeezing it gently. “I’m sorry for….everything.”

You frowned at Luke’s words, at the sullen look in his face and guilt in his tone. He was always so quick to blame himself when things went wrong, so selfless and yet selfishly taking the blame. It was the burden he always seemed to carry as one of the eldest campers, to accept more and more responsibility until the weight broke you down.

“It’s not your fault,” you said softly. Guilt lay heavy in your words, at your own fault for scaring Luke this way. But he needed comfort, he needed you just as much as you needed him right now, and you were okay with ignoring what happened if it meant that Luke would calm down.“It was an accident, that’s all.”

Luke continued, as if he didn’t hear you, his words coming out in a jumbled stream of panicked breaths. You could practically see his train of thought, the anxious thoughts leading with what if, what if, what if, pulling him down a rabbit hole of worse and worse situations. “I should’ve known. I wasn’t thinking and next thing I knew, you were underwater-”

“Luke,” you said sternly, dropping his hand. He turned towards you, that same sad look still in his eyes, now amplified at your tone. Gods, what you would give to make it go away, to make him laugh once more and see that stupid smile you love so much. “I’m okay. I just can’t swim, it’s not a big deal.”

Luke blinked, the only indication of surprise he’d give you. You could see the internal battle within him, forcing him to choose one or the other - to scold or cry, to hold or push away.

“You didn’t have a pulse.” Luke said at last. His eyes were full of tears and when he looked at you, you saw fear, true fear in Luke’s eyes. Luke, who never hesitated to break up a brawl between campers, who wasn’t afraid to speak of his father with spite and venom in his voice. Luke, the greatest man you’ve ever known, regardless of his demigod status or parentage, was afraid. “When we got you back on land, you didn’t have a pulse.”

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. There were so many things to say, comforting words mixed with a thousand apologies, but you couldn’t find the words. Today was an accident, but you were here, you were okay.

“I started CPR, but you never…” he cleared his throat and blinked at the tears despite the fact that they’ve fallen down his cheeks already. You lifted a hand to his cheeks, your thumb gently brushing away the tears and tracing down the scar that bore down his face. He was always so brave, but a small part of you wondered if you truly scared Luke for the first time in your relationship. “It wasn’t until Will got to you and started doing compressions, you finally started to regain consciousness.”

“I thought I lost you,” he admitted. You didn’t say anything, letting the words settle within you. Luke looked up at you, lips trembling and tears falling. His confident cool-guy persona was gone, the mask finally broken and revealing Luke’s vulnerable side, the one he kept so secretly hidden from everyone in his life. “I don’t...I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Luke’s shoulders slumped, as if his confession had been weighing on him the entire time. You patted your hand at the now empty space on the other side of your cot, smoothing out the blanket’s wrinkles. Luke looked up at you, as if asking for permission, and you nodded.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” you said softly, scooting towards the edge of your cot and looking up at Luke expectantly. Luke just stood by the side, watching you with caution, as if he were afraid you were going to fall unconscious once again. You tried to ignore the pang of hurt that echoed in your chest at his stillness. “You’re stuck with me, Castellan. Forever and ever.”

Gently, Luke settled into the space next to you, shifting his body ever so slightly to avoid the creaking of the cot beneath you. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his body until you could rest your head on his chest. You nestled into his embrace, the solid warmth of his chest offering solace in the empty room around you.

His heart beat in a soft and steady rhythm, the faint ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum of his heartbeat bringing a soothing comfort only Luke could ever bring. It was your favorite sound - the promise of his eternal devotion, the reminder that he’s just as okay as you are.

“No more lake days.” Luke murmured more to himself, his voice a soft whisper against your neck. His breath felt warm against your skin, and you shifted slightly in Luke’s hold to look at him better.

Dark, curly hair swept along his forehead, nearly covering his eyes. You brushed his hair away from his face, fingers gently playing with his curls. But it was his eyes that truly captivated you - pools of soft brown that gazed at you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat, drawing you into their depths like a moth to a flame.

In their depths, you could see a myriad of emotions swirling - love, longing, and a hint of vulnerability hidden beneath the surface. It was as if his eyes held the secrets to his soul, bared for you and you alone to see.

As Luke looked at you now, his gaze soft and full of affection, you couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in your chest. In the soft brown of Luke’s eyes was the reflection of your own love, mirrored back to you in all its raw and unbridled beauty.

You hummed in response, stretching your arms out to wrap them around his broad shoulders. His arms flexed as he held you tightly, as if he were afraid to ever let go, and you didn’t mind. “No more lake days.”

You laid entwined in each other’s arms, the weight of today’s actions leaving your mind. Tomorrow, you’d ask Percy for swim lessons and maybe offer some food to Poseidon as an apology. You’d definitely thank Will Solace later, maybe with a handmade gift that could hold his medical instruments.

But for now, you were content laying with Luke, the gentle rise and fall of his chest lulling you to a dreamless slumber.

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SUMMERTIME, AND THE LIVIN'S EASY

masterlist | rules

❝ Can you please write an image with Percy where he’s dating Thetis(Achilles mom)daughter and he’s helping her with her water powers?And they kiss underwater?🥺🥺 ❞ — anon

in which percy teaches you how to use your powers (but you just really want to kiss him)

pairing percy jackson x thetis!reader

warnings none!!

When you first showed up at camp, Percy couldn’t help but feel a little competitive. Water was his thing. Whenever you needed any help with any sort of body of water, he was your guy! Your only guy! Because no one else at camp was as efficient with water as he is, since it is his father’s domain

Until you came along - a daughter of Thetis, the Goddess of water. Immediately, everyone was enamoured by you and your charms, telling you all about Greek mythology, with the first story you heard being of your half-brother Achilles. No one had cared to educate Percy that much. It didn’t help that you could talk to sea animals too. Everyday, whenever Percy would go to the beach, all the turtles and fish and hippocampi would tell him stories of your kindness. My lord, she helped us fix our cove today! My lord, she healed my broken fin! Percy was sick of it all

Secretly, however, he was intrigued by you too. You carried an ethereal aura wherever you went and your voice was reminiscent of the feeling of gentle waves rolling over Percy’s body on one of his late afternoon swims, the beach empty save for him and the sea creatures, who knew better than to disrupt him during his moment of peace

Besides, he did kind of want someone to talk to who was as connected to the ocean as he is. So he put his one-sided rivalry aside and decided to speak to you, quickly discovering that you actually weren’t very good at using your water powers. You could use them, of course, but it was never controlled and drained you quickly. So naturally, being the kind guy he is, Percy offered to help you hone your powers. Totally because he’s nice and not because you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever met and he would rather die than pass up an opportunity to be around you

The two of you would meet at the beach when all the activities of the day were over and Percy would teach you about the water and all it has to offer. During one of your first lessons, Percy discovered you could will your legs to join and turn into a tail - making you a mermaid. He’d never seen something more bewitching in his life. He was also a little jealous, since he couldn’t turn into a merman, but watching you glimmer under the golden sun as you swam around with your tail had him forgetting all about that

Eventually, the two of you realised you felt the same about each other and began to date. The lessons never stopped, of course, but now you could say the cute boy who was training you’s your boyfriend and not just your friend

“Okay baby, this is the goal for today,” Percy said as he lifted a giant ball of water from the sea and made it hover in the air, letting you observe for a second before letting go of it. You nodded, biting your lip as you made your way over to him. Usually, you were pretty focused during your lessons. You could kiss Percy whenever you wanted, so it could wait until after you’d learnt a new skill, right?

Today was different. Something about how his toned body moved effortlessly through the water, as if he were a part of it himself, made your face turn incredibly hot, the veins coursing through his arms - accentuated by the strain he was putting on his body - doing nothing to cool you down

You started off by making smaller balls of water float - something you’d recently become very good at. When Percy cheered you on, placing a kiss on your forehead and mumbling about how proud he was of you, you couldn’t help but wish he’d move his lips just a little lower as you licked yours

Making space for you, Percy waded through the water backwards as he said, “you’ve got this! Don’t be afraid to stop or let me know if it’s too much!” He grinned, and your heartbeat got faster and faster at how caring he was. No one was more thoughtful than your lovely, sweet boyfriend who you desperately wanted to shower with an insane amount of affection right now

In theory, the task was easy. You knew you’d be able to do it if you just weren’t distracted. You were no longer the girl who’d have to fight the urge to pass out after using her powers once, your body now being able to withstand much more, but your heart just wasn’t in what you were doing

Percy noticed this. At first, he thought something was wrong. Did something happen today to dampen your mood? Just as he was about to ask, he noticed it. The way your eyes would linger on his arms, moving up to his chest and finally to his lips. He smirked once he realised, your adoration for him quickly inflating his ego

He was going to let you wait a little longer, curious to see if you’d say something or just tough it out, but after catching your cute, desperate stare a fifth time in a row, your tail glittering as it swished under the water, he knew he was a goner

“Hey, Y/N, do you know how to breathe underwater?” He asked, catching you off guard. You made a face between confusion and offence, your brows clearly screaming ‘of course I do, you idiot’

“I mean, yeah, obviously. Why?” You asked, inching closer and closer to him, craving nothing more than his saccharine touch - always as sticky as honey, his hands never failed to linger, making sure you knew you were appreciated. They did that now, their warmth making its way to your soul as Percy gently caressed your arms

Then, he pulled you underwater. He gave the nosy sea animals glares that sent them away, making the seabed yours for the time being. He cradled the back of your head and pulled you closer and closer, your hands pressed to his chest and your mouth parted, the anticipation nearly killing you

There was about a centimetre of space between you now

“Consider this revision, kay?” He whispered before finally locking his lips with yours

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson #percy jackson x fem reader #pjo #pjo x reader #percy jackson fanfic #percy jackson drabble #cynwrites

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mintaikk · 2 months

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Mini comic I made based on a convo I had with my mom

Also, for the people who don't believe me 👇

(Stony isn't technically canon but it was in a fantastic 4 comic with a female Tony countperart. Idk, I haven't read it and only know about it when i was bored and checked the shipping wiki while zoning out of a movie. It's weird)

(Random note for spideypool: Wade will flirt with anything that moves, but what showd he had an actual crush on Spidey beyind attraction was when his daughter pointed out how much he talked about him and he got embarrassed. Also, the fact that he changed his entire moral code for Spidey. And they're confirmed heartmates. I haven't gotten that far in the comic yet, but I think it's like soulmates but more romantic. Also, Deadpool had a free pass list of people he can sleep with while he was married (his wife signed it and everything), and Spiderman was number five

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cryptid-paint · 9 days

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Logan, the step dad that stepped up! Anyway here's the Poolverine girldads au!

Here's some lore I've managed to come up with for this au:

-in this au Ellie's mom, Carmelita passed away when Ellie was two, at the hands of The Butler, however Wolverine and Deadpool went on to rescue Carmelita and Ellie. They found Carmelita had passed and Ellie crying hidden nearby, Logan was the one who noticed managing to catch her scent saying something smelled like Carmelita, but smaller, and scared and with a hint of Wade. When Logan found the infant, he held her in his arms and went back to Wade who couldn't believe his daughter was still alive. Wolverine suggested for Wade to take care of The Butler while he took Ellie home making sure she was safe and slashing every opponent he found in the way. Agreeing to meet back up at home at Al's apparent. Logan arrived first with Ellie being safe and explained the situation to Althea, with Wade coming back a couple days later, exhausted but relieved that the butler is now gone. After that for the sake of Ellie both Logan and Wade decided to "quit" the hero business and find regular jobs, settling in to start a more domestic life and raise Ellie together, only helping the Xmen on smaller, low risk missions if they're truly needed.

-after a year Laura was born, in this au she's Logan's biological daughter, as to how she was born, my version of Logan is trans, so you piece together the rest. Ellie was excited to have a little sister but Wade and Logan quickly realized that Al's apartment was starting to get too small for their growing family, so they chose to move out with both girls and Mary puppins to a place that wasn't too far from Al's apparent due to sentimental issues (a.k.a the boys being too attached to Al to completely move out of her life, they visit her every weekend ;3)

-when Laura was born her hair was white, this was because wolverine kits are born with white fur, and by now I think you all know I love giving Logan more animalistic features and traits, so it'll be the same for Laura, as she starts to grow up, the white hair/fur started to shed and turned into dark brown hair.

-Laura inherited Logan's mutation because I'm throwing that "only the (cis) father can pass the mutant gene stuff" through the window. My wolverine is afab/transmasc and still able to pass on his mutation to his child.

That's all the lore I've got so far. If anyone has any questions my ask box is open so feel free to ask anything from this au and I'll be happy to answer, who knows, maybe that'll help me develop it even further 💖

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raineydays411 · 1 year

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My Father's Daughter pt 14

Summary: Dick and the others have finally caught up to Y/n and her "Red Team", but have they gotten there too late?

Dark.

That's all you saw, just darkness. You felt like you were floating in a sea of pitch black water, unaware but uncaring at the immense peril you were in. You floated, faintly hearing a noise in the background, something telling you to wake up and fight. But you wanted to ignore it, it felt good. Good to just float, not worrying about a thing.

But then there was a light.

A piercing bright light that hurt your eyes as you stared into it. And a ringing. A ringing that made your eardrums feel as if they were about to burst.

"Hello."

Who the fuck was that?

"Who the fuck are you?" You say with a hoarse voice, still not grasping the situation you were in.

"Such a foul mouth." The man tskd, " The signature of a Stark I guess."

You look around and feel the restraints on your wrists and ankles. You look down to see that you're splayed out on a table.

"That, unfortunately, shall be the first thing to go."

Panic floods your body.

You finally realized what is happening.

They got you.

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" What do you mean she's gone?!"

Christine screams at the her children, " She- She was just here! She was in her room! She was safe!"

Dick looks up from the ground, feeling like he was twelve again, " Mom they.. they just came from nowhere. We had just gotten there when they attacked.."

Bruce was already making his way towards his suit, Dick and Jason had burst into the house, rushing the battered Peter, Wade, and Dopiender.

They were all caught off guard when they had finally found you, literally across the street only to see a group of armed men dressed in black descend on your unsuspecting friends.

They took out who they thought would be the biggest threat, Wade Wilson.

Or at least they tried to. They first shot him in the chest, hoping that the blast would take him out of the game, but to no luck. He flew back allowing them to shoot you with a tranquilizer, but he quickly rose and started firing back. It was only when they got him with a headshot that he went down and stayed down.

Peter, although he didn't have his suit, tried his best to get to you dodging multiple tranquiliser darts and managing to knock a few of them men to the ground. He was however overwhelmed and swiftly knocked out by a hit to the back of the head.

Dopinder actually managed to kill two men before he was shot in the arm and passed out from the blood.

By the time the shock from it all wore off and the Bat crew rushed to the scene, it was all over.

You were gone, and weren't even able given the chance to defend yourself.

The sight of your limp body being carelessly lifted haunted Jason's mind. He chased the SUV for twelve blocks before he lost them. By the time he made it back to the abduction spot, Peter had woken up and was panicking.

His best friend had just gotten kidnapped and he was being interrogated by Nightwing and Robin. Jason, fueled by adrenaline and rage tried to slam Peter into the taxi but was deflected by said boy. Surprising everyone and sending into attack mode.

But before any fighting could happen, Dick came in to be the voice of reason.

They piled into the nasty taxi and headed off back to the Batcave to allow Wade and Dopinder to recover and to think of a plan to rescue you.

"Jason," Bruce said, " What are you thinking?"

Jason looked at him from where he stood, " They were watching us."

Bruce nodded, " They knew she was here the whole time."

Christine stopped her yelling, " What?"

Bruce looked at her, " They knew she was here. That's how they were able to grab her so quickly. They had a plan."

Dick looked angry," We don't even know who these people are! How are we supposed to get her back?"

And for once, Bruce didn't have an answer to that. Despite the amount of time you had been with them, there has been little to nothing found about the people who were after you. Not by Bruce and not by your father. He had spent nights sitting in front of that computer trying to help figure out how to keep you safe. But without whatever information Tony had found, he knew next to nothing.

Christine held in her tears, she thought she had ran out of tears earlier but here they come again. She had that feeling again. The same feeling she had when she left you. The same feeling she had when she listened to the voicemails and read the emails you sent her. The same feeling she had when the movers told her about your outburst, and the same feeling she had when she saw you at that gala.

Was it sadness or guilt? She couldn't tell anymore.

But she was afraid.

Afraid for you, and what these people had planned for you. This was the one thing she had been terrified would happen and it's happened. They've taken you from her.

"It's my fault." She cried," If I had just listened to her-"

"Miss Christine, I'm afraid now is not the time for your pity party." Alfred said from where he had been helping Dopiender, who was stll unconscious.

" Alfred." Bruce said in an exhaused manner

"I am sorry Master Bruce, but I believe it's best if we focus on Y/n and not tiptoeing around Miss Christines woes of failed motherhood."

The whole room froze. It was rare for Alfred to criticize Christine for anything, as she was his favorite.

"Woah..harsh Jeeves"

Everyone turned to see Wade rising froom his bed, wound healed.

"What the fuck?" Jason said, " This dude took a headshot!"

"Not the first time" Wade shook his head, forgoing the dirty joke that popped into his head, " Now where the fuck am I?"

Everyone again froze, but Bruce emerged from the shadows, full on Bat mode.

"Who are you."

Wade took one look at Bruce and laughed in his face.

"hahahaha oh oh I'm sorry- I just hahahahaha" Another burst of laughter came from his mouth, "You're so scary I promise!"

The room looked at the man uneasily. The one person that was crazy enough to laugh in Batman's face was the Joker.

"Wade stop it." Peter said from where he stood, "Y/ns gone."

Laughter ceases immediately, an eerie aura fells the room, " What was that bugs?"

"They got her."

"Then what the fuck are we standing around here for!" Wade shouts, the sudden shift in personalities making the family of bats unsettled.

Except for Jason.

"Can I just ask who the fuck are you?"

Your two friends turn to him," We're Y/ns family."

Jason pauses and nods," Okay then."

Then proceeds to give them the rundown on what they have discovered, which is not a lot.

There's a heavy silence that fills the air.

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Panic fills your veins.

"That will be the first thing to go."

Those words riddled your brain as you were strapped down to this table. The room was white, almost like a hospital room.

Now, this wasn't the first time you had been kidnapped, but most of the time it was petty. Ransoms and whatnot. And your dad always managed to find you within the hour.

This was different. This was people who truly had no good intentions.

You were scared. Your dad had no idea where you were. You were worried about your friends, and even about the Waynes.

You had no idea on whether they were looking for you or still thought you were in your room. For all you knew, they were having a grand time thinking you were sulking and weren't going to discover you were gone till it was too late.

And what would happen to your dad if you die? He could barely take care of himself when Christine left him. He needed to you. He needed you to be okay so he can be okay. You couldn't dead. And your mom, you couldn't leave her to pick up your dads pieces. She didn't know how. Not like you did. and what about Jason-

"Ah, you're aware."

A woman came in this time.

"I apologize for the rather rude introduction, I'm afraid men just don't have the same gentle touch as us women."

She had a small frame. She was pale, almost deathly so. With graying hair that had no cut, just long and curly. She didn't look old however, that's what unsettled you the most. She looked about a few years older than you.

"Please don't pay no attention to whatever these men say to you, we do not intend to cause you any harm."

Her voice was calming, it soothed your panic and eased your anxiety. It made you feel like you were floating.

"Now, Ms. Stark I know you are probably wondering why you are here."

You couldn't even bring yourself to care, you felt at ease. A frail cold hand carding through your hair.

" This building we're in used to be a prestiges lab. We studied the human mind and its capabilities. With the rise of people such as Wanda Maximoff and such, this research was well needed. We searched far and wide for the people with these capabilities. Which was hard because they are so rare as I am sure you know."

She rises from her place next to you, hand leaving your hair. She walks over to a table next to you. When did that get there?

"Well, the search for these people was fruitless as you can imagine. Not many people are as forthcoming with their capabilities as we hoped. It became so bad that we had to force these poor subjects out of their hiding spaces. But even then the search didn't turn up much. So we decided that we would make our own."

You really didn't comprehend what this woman was telling you. All you wanted was to go back to sleep. You felt so relaxed.

"As you can imagine, that didn't particularly go as planned. We didn't mean to kill them, their minds just weren't strong enough."

Wait what?

"There were many that came through ; young, old, male female. And only one group was ever rarely successful. And can you guess who it was?"

A cold chill went down to your bones as you were piecing together her story.

"Young women, age 15-25." She said calmly, " Of course they did."

You didn't respond, just stared into this womens pale eyes. She was starting to creep you out.

"Now, I bet you're wondering where you factor into this equation." She hmms, hand back in your hair. A little rougher.

'Well my dear, I am afraid you just got caught in the crossfire. You see, one of my little experiments just so happened to escape." She sighs, eyes showing some sort of emotion, "She was beautiful, with a strong mind. I even came to view her as a daughter of my own. My little petal."

"Wait..what?"

"Don't interrupt it's rude." This women chides, not cruelly but you knew not to say anything else.

"Now, escaping just wasn't enough for my little petal, oh no. She decided that she needed to expose our...little secret. It was all covered up of course, you know how the government is about things like this, but our funding was cut and our doctors were arrested."

While she was talking you can feel an intense amount of pain. A deep sorrow penetrating your soul and heart. You felt betrayed, hurt.

"Well, imagine my surprise when I turn on the television and see a girl who looks exactly like my little flower."

That's when you knew.

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Back at the manor, Peter was frustrated.

All these people were doing was arguing. Arguing about who should've been watching you, Arguing about what they should have done, what they did do, what they should be doing.

It baffles Peter that these were the feared vigilantes of Gotham.

Bruce was too busy trying to figure out just where you were taken and Christine had deemed him too normal to even be able to help (They didn't know he was Spiderman). Dick and Damian were out trying to find any footage that might have been taken on the scene. Wade was out talking to some of his connections with Cass because Bruce didn't trust him to be alone. So he was stuck being babysat by Tim and Jason who are arguing about the best course of action.

"I'M SAYING WE GO BACK TO THE DINER AND RETRACE OUR STEPS"

"Oh yeah that's a great idea, go to the bad side of town and ask about that one crime that happened in that one alley at night. As if anyone will talk."

"Well it's better than sitting here all-"

Peter tunes them out. He tunes everyone out. He's worried about you.

He knew that you only came here to make things easier for your dad. So he didn't have to watch you 24/7.

But the ironic thing is, Tony was worried out of his mind. He worked endlessly to find these people, people that he may have crossed in the past, people who may want to hurt him through you. Just to turn up with nothing everytime. Peter knew everyone one missed you. Your presence was not unnoticed.

He hated not being able to talk to you everyday, it was like you just didn't exist. He couldn't imagine how you felt, cut off from the only life you'd known

And all that pain for what? Just for the one thing no one wanted to happen come true in the end.

"Ahem." a throat cleared, breaking Peter out of his thoughts

"Sir, I don't mean to disturb you but perhaps now would be a good time to...call in some reinforcements." Alfred implied, softly talk as to not alert the other members of the family of his plan.

Peters brows scrunched in confusion before rising in clarity. He nodded softly, before standing and pardoning himself to the bathroom that Alfred showed him to.

When he was safely away from the commotion, he pulled out his cellphone.

*ring* *ring*

"Talk to me."

"It's Peter!DeadpoolkidnappedmetocomeseeY/ningothamandnowshesgoneandidontknowhattodoan-"

"Woah! Woah slow down Spiderboy, what do you mean you're in Gotham? That's a terrible place to be in."

"No it's Y/n sir! SHe's gone!"

A pause hits Peters ears, he almost thought he got hung up on"

"Peter, what are you saying?"

"They got her Mr. Stark. I'm sorry."

......

"Give me your location, we'll be right there."

#marvel x reader #marvel #tony stark x daughter!reader #reader insert #dc comics x reader #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #x reader #bruce wayne x daughter!reader

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ivvyela · 27 days

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imagine with me, if you will, a nwh potential fix-it involving none other than the multiverse saving duo deadpool and wolverine.

i know, i know - but please, let me cook.

wade and logan now jump across timelines to "fix" things aka travel the multiverse for funsies and deal with the consequences later and somehow end up in a universe where peter parker doesn't exist, but spider-man does. and wade, blessed with the power of "i know this for the plot", immediately knows that is bull. shit. and sure enough, they find one very depressed, very lonely, and very jaded peter parker.

after much annoyance, light stalking, and following spider-man while he's on patrol, they get peter to spill how he ended up in this situation. and after hearing everything, logan breaks the silence with a simple, yet effective: "shit, kid. that... shit."

"yeah, well... now you know, so you can, like, leave me alone."

"nope, not gonna happen." wade shakes his head and tactfully ignores logan's imploring look of what-the-fuck-are-you-getting-us-into-now "i take my job as marvel jesus very, very seriously, so frankly, this is my job to fix your sorry little life, buddy. and if flat-out telling them you exist didn't work, then - "

"oh, i actually... i never told them."

"...come again?"

"i tried to tell them, but i couldn't. so..."

"i'm sorry... your best friend and girlfriend were crying, telling you to come find them and remind them of you, and you chose not to?"

"they're happy and safe without me! i wasn't going to ruin - "

"oh my god. you sweet, self sacrificial, idiot spider-baby. okay! we can fix this! we're no tony stark, but consider us your pseudo daddies for the time being, kid. let's get you your life back."

which is how one very emotional and determined deadpool, followed by a stoic, nonchalant wolverine (who, in all honesty, probably should be completely against this, but once wade commits to something, he can't be talked out of it, and the sooner he gets his fix from this the sooner he can go home, so fuck it we ball), end up in a certain cafe, all up in a poor barista and her friend's face with a cut-out yearbook photo of some kid, yelling "LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT THIS BOY! HE'S SO LONELY! LIKE A SMALL, FORLORN, VICTORIAN CHILD! REMEMBER HIM, GODDAMMIT!"

(their efforts result in two confused and scared teens, and getting kicked out of said cafe.)

peter practically begs them to just leave him alone, that this was his choice, and he's fine with it, but both wade and logan know a lie when they hear one. they both know what being alone can do to a person, and peter is just a kid who got dealt the shittiest cards in life and at this point, it just feels wrong to leave him here without trying to do something. and maybe they both have a small soft spot for the teen, so what?

and peter knows both men can see through his broody, teenage angst front he's been putting up since the spell, and he's tried so hard to hate the two of them, get them to hate him so they would leave, but they're not budging, so really, there's no point in trying to push them away, right?

and so, he lets them in. he learns that while logan is stoic and intense and kinda terrifying, he's also someone who just wants to do the right thing for the people he cares about. he's also lost people, and he blames himself, but he's come out on the other side. he would tell peter about his daughter, laura, who wouldn't let him wallow in self pity because she is good, better than he has ever been. he never saw himself as a father, but she's still around, so he must be doing alright.

and at first hearing it would result in a pang in his chest, memories of thai food after walking into a smoke-filled kitchen, assurances that things will work out when everything feels hopeless, a tombstone that can never convey everything she was, but now... it's nice to hear that logan still had someone after losing everyone.

so, peter listens to logan's stories. in return, peter tells logan all about his mom.

and wade was brash and loud and conceded and really, really annoying, but he's... no, that's it. he's all of those things, but in a weird way, it's like all those bad qualities merge together to make him a good guy. and yeah, he can walk away at any point, he has absolutely no obligation to help peter, but he does it anyway.

("nonono, don't you dare make me some selfless hero type, kid. i know for a fact that every deadpool has a peter. i'm doing this for the me in your world."

"you're... huh?"

"bottom line, i'm a selfish bastard. i'm doing this for me, 'kay?")

peter didn't fight it. he's had experience with seemingly self-absorbed, deflecting type heroes.

wade doesn't replace him, not even close, but... still.

maybe peter will never get back what he lost. but, for the first time, peter sees a light at the end of the tunnel. that, maybe, he can stop being just spider-man, and he can start being peter parker again, too.

(and if there's a barista talking to her friend about how it's weird that two guys would show up holding a photo of an odd customer from weeks ago, demanding they remember him, and despite not knowing him she felt something, and her friend couldn't help but agree, well... that's neither here nor there.)

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munsonsmixtapes · 9 days

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Hii may I request a wade x reader fluff with both of them taking care of their newborn. I feel like there’s not a lot of dad!wade. I know it’s a broad topic but you can take it any direction. Thank you and your work is appreciated!

dad!wade x mom!reader

The crying of your baby girl had stirred both you and Wade from your sleep. She had been having a hard time sleeping since you brought her home so that meant you couldn't sleep either. Not that you would have been able to sleep either way. You were just so worried about Violet that Wade would often find you in her nursery, holding her in your arms while you sat in the rocking chair, the two of you fast asleep.

"I've got her," Wade told you, giving you a kiss to your forehead before he slipped out of the bed. He wiped the sleep from his eyes as he made his way down the hall to Violet's room.

He slowly opened the door and made his way into the room, standing over the crib, feeling his heart ache as he watched his crying daughter. He didn't think he had your skill of getting her back to sleep, but he was at least going to try.

"Hey, sweet pea," he whispered as he scooped her up from the crib holding her to his chest as he tried his best to console her. He paced around the room as he hummed along to the song that you would sing to Violet almost every day before she was born.

It seemed to be working because the crying had come to a stop instantly. Maybe he did have the magic touch after all. He pulled her head away from his shoulder and could see that Violet was fast asleep just as he had thought. He couldn't help but smile to himself that he had done it alone and didn't need your help.

You stood in the doorway, leaning against the door jamb as you watched the whole scene play out before you. You didn't know whether it was because of how sleep deprived you were or because of how heart warming it was to watch your husband sing your daughter to sleep, dancing around as he did so, but you felt tears streaming down your cheeks.

"And I think to myself, what a wonderful w-" Wade cut himself off as he saw you standing there, trying to not be upset that you were awake. "What are you doing up?"

"I-I just wanted to make sure you were good."

"We're good, honey." He stepped closer and could see your tear-stained cheeks. He held Violet tight with one hand while the other reached up and wiped your cheeks. "What's with the tears?"

"I'm just thinking about how lucky I am to have both of you."

"We're the lucky ones," he told you before pressing his lips to yours. "Now go back to bed. I'm gonna put her back in her crib." He gave you one more kiss before he sent you on your way. He then slowly moved back to the crib and gently set Violet back down into it so he wouldn't wake her up.

Once he was sure that she wouldn't wake up, he watched her for a few more seconds before tiptoeing out of the room, shutting the door gently before he crept back into your room. He got under the covers and snuggled up to you, resting his chin in the crook of your neck as let your deep breaths lull him back to sleep as he thought about he was the lucky one for having as special as you.

#wade wilson #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson x fem!reader #wade wilson x mom!reader #wade wilson x you #wade wilson x y/n #wade wilson fluff #dad!wade #dad!wade wilson #deadpool #deadpool x reader #deadpool x you #deadpool x y/n #deadpool fluff

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fluentmoviequoter · 7 months

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Keep Living with Me

Requested Here!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x Andersen!cop!reader (r's mom is Captain Zoe Andersen)

Summary: You fell in love with Tim Bradford quickly, and he receives your mother's blessing to propose. After you watch your mother's murder, his plans are thrown off and he gives you a place to heal.

Warnings: spoilers for ep 1x16 "Greenlight," parental death (Captain Zoe Andersen), grief, panic attacks, nightmares. comfort at the end! not proofread

Word Count: 4.6k+ words

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“Good mornin’,” Wade greets as he enters roll call. “Before we get started let’s give a warm welcome to our newest Andersen. Welcome, all the way from Chicago! I know your mom is here so we’re all too scared to give you any grief, but I hope LA treats you well.”

“Thank you, sir,” you reply, nodding to the officers beside you.

“Andersen?” Tim whispers.

“Captain Andersen’s daughter,” Bishop answers. “She was working her way toward detective in Chicago but transferred a few weeks ago. Wanted to be closer to her mom, from what I’ve heard.”

“Meaning that if you want to lay some Bradford charm on her, you’d have to answer to your boss,” Angela adds.

“Cute,” Tim replies, giving Angela a fake smile.

“You said it.”

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“Officer Bradford,” you call, jogging to catch up to him. “I just wanted to say thanks for the assist back there. I don’t know how that second guy got past me, but I’m sorry for not paying attention.”

“It happens,” Tim offers with a shrug. “And it’s my job to have your back.”

“Doesn’t mean you don’t deserve some thanks every once in a while. I’ll let you get back to your rookie, but, seriously, thank you.”

“No problem.”

Tim doesn’t know exactly when it happened, but at some point, after you arrived in Los Angeles, he got attached to you. Now, he keeps an eye out for you and shows you a side of himself that very few people are lucky enough to meet.

Calling your name, Tim beckons you back to his side. “Let me buy you dinner? As a thanks?” he asks, squeezing his hands together nervously.

“Why would you be thanking me? You saved me,” you remind him.

“Just-“

“I’d love to. But I’m paying,” you answer, smiling before walking away again.

“Doubtful,” he murmurs to himself before returning to his shop.

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Two weeks after your first date with Tim, you smile at him over your shoulder in roll call. You haven’t told anyone about your feelings, and Tim is just as happy to keep your relationship private for now – that’s something he made clear from the beginning, private not secret.

“Bradford, Andersen, the captain wants to see you,” Wade says as he enters the room. Neither you nor Tim move until he adds, “I think that means now.”

Once the door is closed behind you, you promise, “I didn’t tell her.”

“Relax,” Tim demands. “It’s probably not about us.”

He opens the door to your mother’s office, and she points for both of you to sit. Pulling your hands into your lap, you fiddle as she looks at a paper on the desk before her.

“Care to explain?” she asks.

“Explain what, ma’am?” you reply.

“You’re in here as my daughter, though I’m not thrilled to learn you and another officer are dating without my prior knowledge.”

You look at Tim, but he seems content observing this confrontation.

“Mom, I-“

“It better be a good reason,” she interrupts. “Because it’s been weeks since Tim asked me if it was allowed.”

Looking over at Tim, your mouth gapes before you accuse, “You told her!”

“I had to,” he answers. “I wasn’t dealing with her wrath, as captain or your mother.”

“So, you’re not mad?”

“Why would I be?” your mom asks. “You chose the best of them.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Tim says happily.

“Don’t think that makes you infallible,” your mother threatens. “I have a gun and I can fire you, and what I choose to do depends entirely on you.”

Tim nods severely, and they both chuckle when you release a relieved sigh.

“Congratulations,” your mom tells you. “I’m glad you’re happy, and I’ll see you both at dinner on Friday?”

Tim leads you out of the office, and you ask, “What’s Friday?”

“Probably a chance for everyone who loves you to threaten me.”

“Sounds fun.”

Tim reaches out for you, but you turn away quickly.

“You told my mother without telling me. No hugs for you until Friday.”

Smirking, Tim replies, “Yeah, you try holding out that long.”

✯✯✯✯✯

✯✯ 1 Year Later ✯✯

“I’ll be back in a few,” Tim tells you, kissing your forehead.

“Where are you going?” you ask, looking up at him from your spot on his couch.

“To get your favorite breakfast,” he answers. “Because I love you.”

“Be careful. I love you.”

After a year of dating, you and Tim easily acknowledge the depth of your feelings for one another. He makes you feel important, loved, and like the center of his world. It was easy to fall in love with Tim, yet every moment spent with him makes you happier.

While you wait on his couch, Tim heads to your favorite café. Fiddling with the box in his pocket, he smiles as he thinks of you. You’ve gotten to know him so well you have become practically impossible to surprise. (At least since he first told you he loved you, holding you close under a starry sky in the California desert.) This, though, should be the best surprise yet.

The bell over the door chimes as Tim enters, and he quickly finds the woman he’s here to meet.

“Good morning, Captain Andersen,” he greets, sitting across from her. She looks at him until he amends, “Sorry, Zoe.”

“It’s been a year, Tim, you’re going to have to get used to it at some point,” she teases.

“I will. I actually asked you to meet me here because I have a question about my future with your daughter.”

Zoe’s smile grows, sure that she knows where this is going. Tim removes the velvet box from his pocket and slides it across the table.

“I want to propose, ask your daughter to spend the rest of her life with me, but I refuse to do that without your permission. So, Zoe, my question is, will you allow me to marry your daughter? I can’t bring her half as much happiness as she brings me, but I will love her until my dying breath.”

“Tim,” Zoe begins, pressing the ring box back into his hand. “I would love to have you as a son-in-law; of course, you can marry my daughter. And if your proposal is anything like that, I can’t imagine her saying anything other than yes.”

“Is she going to cry?”

“Most likely,” Zoe answers with a laugh. “But you should get going before she gets suspicious.”

Tim stands with Zoe, pulling her into a hug as he thanks her. She reminds him that the family is having dinner together on Friday, and his standing invitation still stands.

“We’ll be there,” Tim promises. “And I’ll let you know when I pick a date.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim knocks on Zoe’s door a week later, entering her office and closing the door behind him.

“I’m proposing this weekend,” he tells her, smiling as he thinks of you.

“Take it easy this week, then. You want everything to be perfect,” Zoe reminds him.

“Yes, ma’am.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“Are you okay?” you ask Tim. “You’ve been… different.”

“I’m great,” he promises. “Just ready for the weekend.”

You nod, unconvinced by his brush-off answer. Trusting Tim is easy, so you know he will tell you when he’s ready. As the day progresses, with IA reversals, celebrities, and an attempt on Nolan’s life, you’re not sure you and Tim will be able to talk about whatever bothers him.

✯✯✯✯✯

When you hear about the shots fired and the greenlight on Nolan, you don’t hesitate to meet your mother at the scene. Not telling Tim yourself wasn’t a conscious decision, simply the result of your adrenaline surging and concern for your fellow officers. Lucy is talking to Nolan as you approach, walking behind your mother, and you notice Tim standing to the side, sending him a concerned look.

“According to intelligence, you’ve bee greenlit by Southern Front,” Captain Andersen – no longer acting like your mother – announces.

“How’s a rookie get greenlit before me? I gotta step up my game,” Tim adds.

“It’s not a badge of honor, Bradford,” you reply, giving him a stern look.

“I was kidding,” he promises, his full attention on you.

Listening to the facts and learning why Nolan is being targeted, you know that finding the gang in a city as big as LA will be next to impossible. As your mom and Nolan leave, you rush to catch up with them.

“I’m coming with,” you announce.

“Officer Andersen, no,” your mom argues.

“I have more gang experience, I assisted in countless cases in Chicago. You need to let me help.”

Shaking her head, your mother gestures for you to join them. You know you’ll get yelled at, lectured, and, if you’re lucky, encounter the wrath of a concerned mother rather than an undermined captain when you get home later.

✯✯✯✯✯

“K-9 unit already swept the property,” Zoe says as she leads you and Nolan into his place.

“Uh, no, Ben left for New York yesterday. So, what’s happening here?” he replies.

“The DA approved a VARDA alarm. It bypasses 911, sends a red alert to all the cops in the area.”

“So, what’s next?”

“That’s up to you.”

“I mean, I can’t just go to work, right? I’d be endangering everyone who came within five feet of me.”

“Being a cop is being at risk.”

“You’re saying I should just report for duty, act like nothing happened?”

“I think we tell the criminals what to do, not the other way around.”

“No matter the consequences?”

“No matter the consequences. But, look, it’s up to you. No one is gonna judge you either way.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Nolan, this isn’t about bravery. You have a family. Any cop who’s ever worn a badge understands that. It seems the system is up and armed. We have a unit parked out front. Try to get some sleep.”

“I’ll stay,” you offer. “And I’m sure West and Chen are on their way.”

“You call me if anything happens,” your mom demands. “And make sure West and Chen know that, too.”

✯✯✯✯✯

The next day, when you and Nolan enter the station, Tim gives Nolan a nod of approval. The rest of the officers break into a round of applause, and Tim’s eyes move to yours.

“You need to be careful,” Tim mouths.

“I promise,” you reply silently. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Riding in the backseat of the shop, you listen to your mom and Nolan while thinking about Tim. Being careful has always been a priority, but knowing that you risk not going home to the man you love puts everything into perspective.

The radio comes on as dispatch announces, “7-Adam-15, possible 459 in progress, 1936 Kristol Lane.”

“7-Adam-15, show us responding,” Nolan responds. “I hate this. Feels like everyone’s fighting my battle for me.”

“City still needs policing,” your mom points out.

An engine revs behind you, and you glance out of the back window, quickly noticing the nondescript van behind you. “Uh, mom?”

She nods once, removing her gun from its holster as the van moves into the lane beside the shop. You and Nolan similarly prepare to defend yourselves. The van sits beside the shop momentarily before turning onto another road.

“Uh, that was…” Nolan begins.

“Exilirating,” your mom finishes.

“I was gonna say ‘terrifying.’”

“What if we meet in the middle and say ‘dangerous,’” you recommend.

“That’s a good choice too.”

“7-Adam-15, go to channel 2 for Sergeant Grey.”

“Andersen,” Zoe calls after switching to the proper channel.

“It worked,” Wade says. “Midas forced Cole to lift the greenlight.”

“I guess you are back to being just another rookie,” Zoe tells Nolan as he takes a deep breath.

“But maybe keep your guard up for a few more days,” you suggest. “Just because there’s no greenlight doesn’t mean you’re safe.”

“Does this mean this little partnership is over?” Nolan asks.

“We got a burglary call to take,” Zoe answers with a smile.

✯✯✯✯✯

Following your mom and Nolan into the open door of the burglary location, you take the left side as your mother goes straight, and Nolan goes right. Nolan turns off a radio before a flashbang is thrown into the room. You cover your ears and move toward an assailant before he throws you onto the floor, taking advantage of your disorientation as another man sticks a cattle prod to Nolan’s chest. You’re unsure where your mother is, but as your eyes close, you hope she proves she’s always been the best cop in your family.

✯✯✯✯✯

You regain consciousness first, but the men don’t seem to care about you as they watch Nolan. Handcuffed to wooden chairs with your backs to the pool, you don’t have many options to break free, so you can only hope that your fellow officers have noticed how much time has passed since you radioed a code 6 upon arrival.

Nolan groans as he wakes, and you can’t warn him to stay quiet before he’s noticed.

“Look who’s awake,” Cole says as he turns toward Nolan, holding up the electrical prod. “Packs quite a kick, doesn’t it? It’s got four times the voltage as LAPD uses. Could probably cook the eyeball right out of your skull.”

Leaning back, Nolan replies, “Look, look, I did not intend to disrespect Astrid, okay? Or you, okay? And I would be happy to apologize.”

“Too late for that now. Only way this ends is with you dead.”

Your mom chuckles, and your head snaps toward her as she continues, “Yeah, I, uh, I’d heard that you were dumb, but it is shocking to see it in person.”

“Dumb?” Cole repeats.

“Dumb,” you say with your mother.

“Who lured you into an ambush with a false surrender?”

“Does your father know that it was false? Huh, junior? I can’t imagine that revelation’s gonna go too well, huh?”

“I think it’ll go fine.”

“Oh, he’s dubmer that I thought. What’s my rank?”

“What?”

“Her rank, idiot,” you interject. “You should be able to tell by her uniform.”

“Who cares?”

“I have a feeling you will.”

“You put a hit out on a rookie,” your mom adds. “But two bars and a badge that says ‘Captain’? You’ve just crossed a line that anybody with half a brain would run screaming from. A line that even your father might whack you for crossing. Understood? So, let me tell you how this is gonna go. You and your little goonies are gonna-“

Cole lunges forward, pressing the prod against her. You pull against your restraints as she yells in pain.

“Hey! Cole! No!” Nolan yells. “Hurt me! Right? I’m the one you want hurt, right? Killing me, that’s trouble you can handle, okay? But not her. You need to let her go.”

“Do you think I’m dumb, too?”

“No.”

Cole looks back and forth between Nolan and your mother. When he moves toward her, you and Nolan yell, “No!” but can’t stop him from kicking her chair into the pool.

“No! No! No!” Nolan chants, fighting the handcuffs.

While you pull as hard as you can, attempting to break free, you begin tipping your chair back toward the water.

“If the line’s already been crossed, then there’s no going back. Which means non of you are walking out of here. As long as your bodies never turn up, the murder can’t be pinned on me,” Cole says.

Twisting in your chair, moving onto two chair legs, you watch your mother struggle underwater through blurry eyes, your vision affected by your tears.

“No, you’re wrong,” Nolan answers before offering to make a video apologizing to Astrid. “Just get her out first. Right now,” he adds after Cole agrees.

“No, you got to make the video first. Come one!”

“Nolan!” you grunt, hoping he makes this quick.

Turning back to look at the pool, you think your mother’s arm is free, and as she swims to the surface, pulling one of Cole’s “goonies” into the water, Nolan tips his chair to tackle Cole to the ground. You move toward the other man, unconcerned, when he points a gun at you. Headbutting him once you’re on the ground, you flinch when a gunshot sounds in the pool.

“No, no, no,” you repeat lowly, turning toward the water’s edge.

Your mom raises over the edge, shooting the man standing above you.

“Mom, no!” you warn as Cole reaches for his gun.

You and Nolan struggle against the cuffs, and when a bullet hits your mom’s neck, time seems to slow down. She presses a hand to the wound before she lowers back into the water.

“No!” you scream, your voice cracking with emotion. “No, no, stay up!”

“No, Cap-“ Nolan calls.

“Mom!”

Nolan breaks his chair and dives into the pool as you watch helplessly.

“Come on,” Nolan repeats, beginning chest compressions.

“Nolan,” you whisper, sobbing against the wet concrete beneath you. “It’s too late.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Nolan tells you to stay still while he breaks your chair, but with your attention on your mom, that should be the least of his concerns. He frees you, pulling one end of the handcuffs away from the chair so you can move.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers.

“It- it isn’t your fault.”

You begin crying again, looking at the bloody water as you kick the pieces of the chair away from you. Releasing a pained yell, you move to your knees, sitting beside your mom as sirens approach.

Nolan is beside you, unmoving, until Wade places a hand on his shoulder. Tim rushes to your side, kneeling beside you as he pulls you up.

“It was Cole,” Nolan says.

Tim leads you away from the pool as the coroner moves your mom into a flag-covered coffin. As you follow the procession through the line of officers, you stop beside Tim, waiting for his nod before you continue.

After the coroner leaves and Wade dismisses everyone with instructions to find Cade, you avoid looking at Tim. You can’t fall apart until you catch her killer.

✯✯✯✯✯

When you walk into roll call the following morning, Bishop offers you her seat, and you gladly take the place beside Tim. He slides the black strap over your badge before taking your hand under the table. You stay behind the roadblock, letting Nolan and Tim approach Cole to make the arrest. Once he is in cuffs and in the back of a shop, you holster your weapon and keep your eyes on Tim.

He rushes to you, pulling you into his arms, holding you close as you cling to him.

“I’m sorry,” Tim says against your hair. “Do you want to go with them?”

Shaking your head, you move toward Tim’s shop, and Lucy nods as she finds another ride back to the station.

“I- I don’t know what I’m supposed to do without her, Tim,” you say when you’re alone.

“The hurt never goes away, but it lessens,” Tim promises. “And I’m right here.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Somehow, you manage to get through the funeral without falling apart. The moment you prepare to go home, to begin a life without her, that changes. You freeze on the sidewalk, looking back to the headstone.

“C’mon,” Tim murmurs as he approaches you. “You’re not staying alone tonight.”

“I can’t do this, Tim.”

“Yes, you can. Look at me. She loved you, and she wanted you to live and love, and do what you wanted to do. Do not let that monster take your life, too.”

Tim cups your cheeks, kissing your forehead as you nod.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. It- I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but you’re not alone, okay?”

“I know,” you whisper. “Thank you.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim holds you against his chest until you fall asleep, but you don’t get much rest before a nightmare wakes you. Slipping out of Tim’s arms, you walk into his backyard and close the door behind you. Sitting on his deck, you feel like you’re back in Cole’s yard, frozen and unable to do anything more than scream. Why didn’t you take action like Nolan? Get the gun somehow before Cole got away from Nolan? … Why didn’t you save your mother?

Pressing your hand against your mouth, you attempt to silence your cries, but you should have realized that Tim would notice the moment you left his side. He closes the patio door softly, sitting beside you.

“Can I come closer?” he asks softly.

You shake your head quickly, and your thoughts spiral. So many things could have been done differently, and maybe this is a sign that you should have never come to Los Angeles, never have become a cop and that you are the reason she is dead.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Tim calls, demanding your attention as he grabs your hand. “Breathe. Breathe with me.”

As Tim grounds you, you crawl toward him, letting him hold you as you fall apart in his arms. Crying into his chest, you eventually fall asleep again, and Tim whispers a promise that he will always be here for you.

✯✯✯✯✯

The first few weeks are the hardest as reality sets in, and you relive the moment. Tim never leaves your side, though, offering a hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on, or a reminder that you are not to blame. As the time between tears grows longer and you can look at pictures of her and smile, you decide you’re ready to return to work.

“Are you sure? If you need more time, that is completely understandable,” Tim replies.

“I’m sure. You told me not to let Cole take my life, and I’m ready to start living again.”

“Still room for me?” Tim asks with a smile.

“Loads of room for you,” you promise, leaning against him.

“Then I’ll be by your side the whole time.”

So, when you walk into work three months later, you assume that Tim is responsible for the round of applause and the “Welcome Back” banner hanging in the bullpen. You and Tim are both surprised by how easily you return to the station, smiling as you greet your friends and able to walk past your mom’s office with nothing more than a sad smile.

✯✯✯✯✯

After practically moving into Tim’s house after the funeral, you know where everything is. So, when he spills a drink while watching the game, unable to draw his eyes from the screen, he asks you to get him some dry clothes.

“Sure thing,” you reply, smiling at him.

Tim yells when his team scores, and you shake your head in loving amusement as you enter his closet. Moving a small basket to get a shirt from behind it, you accidentally knock something onto the floor. When you stand after picking it up, you realize that it’s a jewelry box. Opening it, you see the one thing you didn’t expect.

In the other room, one of the teams calls a time-out, and commercials begin playing. Tim realizes that you’ve been in the bedroom for a while, so he stands, stretching as he sets out to check on you.

“Did you fall into a-“ he begins, freezing when he sees you staring at the engagement ring.

“Sorry,” you say, snapping out of your shocked stupor as you close the box and put the ring back. “I knocked it off and didn’t think, uh, here’s a clean shirt.”

Tim grabs your hands rather than the shirt, stopping you before you can walk around him.

“I’ve had it for a while,” Tim explains. “I just- I could never find the right time to ask.”

Wiping a tear from your cheek, you press the shirt against Tim’s chest and ask, “Can you get dressed, please?”

“For what?”

“I need a hug, but you’re really wet.”

Tim laughs, changing right beside you before pulling you toward the bed. He rolls onto his side, looking at your face as you reach for him.

“What about the game?” you whisper.

“Who needs a game when I have you?”

“Well, if you’re not using the tv,” you begin, trailing off.

Tim sighs, kissing your cheek as he reaches over you for the remote. He turns on your favorite movie, inviting you to lay against his chest as you cuddle against him.

“Yes,” you say a few minutes later.

“Yes what?” Tim asks, looking down at you.

You pause the movie, rolling toward Tim to look up at him as you lay your chin against his chest. “If you proposed, I would say yes. No matter when or where.”

Tim smiles, and you decide to watch him rather than the movie.

Considering what his proposal may be like, you whisper, “I wish my mom was here.”

“A few months ago, I left to get breakfast, and then I was acting different the rest of the week. Do you remember that?” Tim asks. You nod, and he continues, “I went to see your mom that day. I showed her the ring and asked for her permission to propose. She told me that I had her blessing and she’d love to have me as a son-in-law.”

Tim smiles as he remembers Zoe's excitement after learning about his plans.

“I was going to propose the weekend that – that she died.”

“She loved you,” you remind him as he brushes his thumbs over your cheeks.

“And I love you.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“Get dressed,” Tim whispers in your ear as the movie ends.

“What?”

“Put clothes on. Unless you want to go to dinner wearing that,” Tim replies, gesturing to your well-loved pajamas. “Not that you don’t look beautiful, of course.”

“Move,” you mumble, pushing past him to reach the dresser he emptied for you after the funeral.

As he drives you to dinner, you watch Tim’s profile, feeling like the luckiest, most loved woman ever. He stops at a park, exiting beside a tree covered in fairy lights. Walking to the passenger door, he takes your hand and helps you out of the truck.

“Tim, what is this?” you ask.

“Something I should’ve done before,” he begins, kneeling. He looks into your eyes, reflecting the lights above you as he speaks. When you say yes, crying just as Zoe said you would, Tim stands, pulling you into his arms before sliding the ring onto your finger.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Hi,” you greet, lowering to sit in the grass. You look at the sparkling ring on your finger and smile. “Tim proposed. I- I wouldn’t have seen it coming if I hadn’t found it in the closet.”

The wind blows, wrapping around you like a comforting hug.

“He told me that he went to see you and you gave him your blessing. I know you loved him, and you knew how much I loved him, but… sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve him. He singlehandedly held me together after that day with Cole. And I don’t want to receive more than I give.” Leaning toward the headstone, you read your mother’s name and ask, “What do I do to show him I love him?”

“He knows,” Tim answers, approaching with flowers. “May I join?”

You smile, inviting Tim to sit with you at your mother’s grave. He lays the flowers against her headstone before wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“What are we talking about?” he asks.

“Us.”

“That’s my favorite topic.”

As you fall back into conversation with your mom, and Tim joins you, you feel like your mom is sitting across from you. With her love and Tim’s, plus all the love you have to give, you know you will be okay. Great even, you think as you lean against Tim, and the sun glints off the ring on your left hand.

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Just came across and your writing is impeccable 😩, I was wondering if you could please do Captain Price spending time with 5 of his daughters while mom is away for a girls vacation with her friends! I would like to imagine it would be chaotic as hell and he would not manage despite him being a SAS Captain😭

hi sweetness, this is incredibly kind of you!! as per usual, this will be sfw due to me not being able to confirm your age but i do hope it sates this thought of yours mhm <3

[ teeth rotting fluff ; afab reader ; no gendered terms ]

John knew it was time to slow down by baby number three. It was a reluctant thought really, the glow of you holding your newborn in your arms after that first cry into their new world warmed his skin in a way the sun never could. You twisted his arm (that’s how he likes to believe it happened) into trying once more, very much eager for a boy with his father’s eyes.

The fifth had been a girl too. At that rate, he could see the exhaustion on your body and had to really sit you down for a long and needed talk. He sat you across his lap, of course, it always made you slightly more agreeable.

His age never bothered him, he was fit and he would keep at it for the sake of you and all of your princesses, a perfect motive. That was his selling point, your biological clock and the risks that followed if you were to keep trying. Well, that along with having the need for a new house for more room if the two of you were that determined to have a boy.

Money never placed above his children, but the two of you also had to be wise about it if you were to give the best you could to your girls. You listened, you were reasonable and you were more than content with the joys you two had created together thus far. No contradictory statement to that existed and so you cupped his jaw, murmured your understanding and kissed his cheek before you laid yourself against him.

The silence that followed was loaded, the reality of a dream weighing heavy in the air and the slight sting of sweetness lingered in the back of your cheeks. It likened to the long sigh after coming home from a long but fulfilling day at work. Not quite bittersweet, but rather a muted sugar diluted down with trickles of warm milk.

And so the pair of you devoted every possible second of your lives to five girls with very much individual demands and personalities. There were learning curves of course, the kind that were sharp enough to be corners, but the two of you remained resilient. Linked arms tightened around each other, feet at shoulder-width and steady on the earth as you stormed through parenthood together. This does not exclude the handful of times that the new endeavours had you crawling, sometimes alongside your 9 month old with John cooing and chuckling at his poppet as he met her pace.

The girls were close in age which quite frankly, was a double edged sword. They had enough company to ensure no tantrums ensued from boredom, but that also meant a good few years where sleep was as scarce as saffron. It also introduced the camaraderie of culprits, however. It was the birth of your fourth that also called John into finally hanging up the tactical gear, locking away his weapons and wading back through years of emotional avoidance with a psychologist. Needless to say, your household had seen a great deal of an adjustment period. It took them entering primary for a good rhythm and flow to emerge, the cog wheels finally smoothened and lubricated in their machinations.

With this, you and John finally emerged once again beyond the singular title of 'parent' and found yourselves becoming reacquainted as lovers and individuals. There were shifts, as one does with a family of seven, to taking some needed time out. It might have taken a number of pep talks from John to convince you that no, you are not being selfish, luv and no, needing a break does not make you negligent. So the former captain had all but shuffled you toward the foyer of the house, gentle kisses at your neck and soft reassurances that he would in fact be alright and yes, he was well aware of their curfew and bed routine and no, cancelling now would be very rude.

You swore up and down that you'd be no more than two hours, maybe just an hour and half actually, as your worried eyes shifted from your husband to the giggling group stacked atop each other on the staircase like peas in a pod as they eyed the spectacle. Your friends had all but threatened to kidnap you if you didn't spare them just a few hours of your time to catch up and allow them all an excuse to go out. You hadn't agreed until the literal day before and even as you shrugged on the jacket John held out for you, you second guessed your decision.

But John Price was the type of determined that many likened to a mule, bordering on a word that would cost him a quid to the jar on the kitchen counter. With a lingering kiss to your soft lips that had your kids in a screeching uproar, he finally got you out of the door, winking at the girls behind you as you reminded them all once again to play nice with your father, he's grey enough as it is, girls.

He spared you a quip that had mention of him being a silver fox before he was telling you that he loved you and closed the door as you slid into the car that had some old club tune booming from its speakers.

"Alright luvvies, let's see what we can accomplish before hell's fury comes walking through the front door, yeah?"

No battlefield or amount of PT could have prepared John for his daughters. A dad he was, and that job title doubled for a number of things including but not limited to; model, butler, makeshift jungle gym turned horsie, sous chef, taste tester and also pillow fort architect.

He was in over his head truly, but drowning in daisies had never been found on an autopsy report. Cardiac arrest however, very likely and not impossible. His eldest was nearing 10 and Rhiannon had just discovered the wonders of music and more importantly, singing. The little mic stand the two of you had gotten her took permanent residence in the living room and because the younger generation just took preternaturally to technology, she had figured out much too easily how to connect it to the tv set. Impromptu performances were average in the house, but what was not on schedule was the blaring singing of his eldest as her sisters took liberty in forming a band with very unorthodox instruments. Very much breakable instruments that had John's life flashing before his eyes one too many times in the span of the four minute and thirty nine second performance.

A performance the girls had also deemed appropriate from him to use as background music for his strut down the homemade catwalk. Scarves stripped from the hallway closet, pillow cases for sleeves and two different beanies atop his favorite hat as the high pitch chant sounded for him to strut his stuff and pose for hand-shaped cameras. It was safe to say that his booming march that concluded with a duck face pose was not a crowd pleaser.

Dinner had not gone as smoothly as he had envisioned in his head either; the image of controlled chaos as the six of them prepared a meal together went up in almost literal flames. A number of tantrums, soot coating the kitchen sink and two pizza boxes later had the father and gaggle of girls building a loosely termed pillow fort in front of the television, a Barbie movie playing in the background as John slaved away at keeping makeshift walls standing. The smallest of slouch to the pillows would have his tiny supervisors reprimanding him.

His middle daughter, Penelope at age 8 finally took pity on him, short arms wrapped around his neck as she pouted at her sisters, "Daddy needs to enjoy our castle too!" A benevolent princess, his petal was as he finally allowed his tired body to fall against the couch behind him without consequence, head rolling on the seat as she scrambled onto his lap. John's hand found her long curls, gentle strokes to the dark brown locks as he settled her to his chest, both sighing in tandem.

The man looked across the linen closet state of the living room and let out a huff. You would be sure to use this against him upon arrival. Stray puzzle pieces littered the carpet, a knocked over bowl of popcorn at the foot of the armchair and the nail polish bottle he had to snatch away from his baby during his modeling hours, laid beneath the coffee table. That was all excluding the proper pile of clothes and costumes haphazardly shoved into the corner.

He did not in fact have it all covered but hey, at least the girls were all safe and accounted for in the family space watching one of their movies that he could recite word for word bitterly and- shit, what time was it?

Bringing his wrist to his face, John winced and stifled the groan burning at the walls of his throat. You’d be home much too soon for him to at least keep up pretenses and he knew that getting the girls away from the television midway through the movie would only do more damage than good. So the tired father sagged further back into the floor, and let be.

Pen, much too emotionally attuned to her parents, lifted her head and stared up at him with the eyes of his lifelong lover, lashes long and dark framing them. “Don’t worry, daddy. We’ll make it all better. Nice and clean again, okay?”

He never stood a chance against them, he realized then as his heart went gold and molten beneath her curled up body. A small nod as he kissed her forehead, big palm rubbing at her back and had her falling back against him.

“Alright my petal. I trust you.”

And John did, because he was much too scared to ever imagine a time where he had to second guess the words that came from their little hearts.

It was all of five minutes before Penelope wriggled loose and made her rounds across the living room, tugging and pulling her sisters into motion as they worked quietly, slowly with eyes flicking back to the movie every now and again. He would like to believe that it was helping, the floor was more visible and the piles looked somewhat organized and it made him swell with pride, even if he could barely find the energy to lift himself into a seated position.

You walked in no more than 20 minutes later, eyes wide and bouncing over every nook and cranny of the house as you took it all in. Your daughters barely paid you any mind as they came to settle on and around their father to resume the movie after their attempts of tidying up.

No fury from the scorch of hell greeted them, but rather an amused chuckle as you leaned against the backrest of the three seater to stare down at your family. John spied the warmth in your cheeks that spoke not of alcohol but the relief of being home, the love that embraced you through the threshold. Your eyes were so soft and all he wanted then was to drag you into the pile of bodies that he and his kids made.

“Enjoy your night out, sweetheart?”

You hummed, eyes dancing as your fingers tapped against the cushioning of the couch, “I’m assuming you did too considering you’re all a bag of skin and bones on the floor?”

The grunt he let out resulted in the giggle of more than one of his girls as they felt its rumble against them. Your smile went cotton soft at the combined sounds.

“Told ya I had it under control.”

“Interesting definition of control, Captain considering the time.”

His eyes fell closed as exhaustion coloured the edges of his vision grey, his words half of its usual capacity, “Purely subjective, if you ask me.”

#john price #john price x reader #john price x you #dad!price #fluff #cod #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #cod x you #cod fluff #nightbug answers #nightbug babbles

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kumezyzo · 8 months

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Could u do some more dad foolish and dad Quackity if u don’t mind 🫶🏻

alright, so, i chose to make quackity a girl dad. dunno if i said something different before, but for this one, he's a girl dad. sue me. (please dont im broke)

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

Quackity

dad!quackity likes to talk to your daughter in spanish.

"ayyy, mi amorcito, lindo," he cooes, rubbing his nose into her chubby cheeks.

"hola, mi cielo," he says when he comes to get her in her crib.

"que quieres de comer, línda?" he asks her absently as he looks for blueberries and the sliced bananas you prepared earlier.

dad!quackity who will very loudly yell at his friends to stop yelling. he tells them if theyre any louder, your daughters gonna wake up. and yes, he has his headphones on...

dad!quackity brings her on stream and shows off how absolutely chunky she is.

her arms look like those jumbo marshmallows glued together. her cheeks are slightly red. she has a thick head of hair. and there is not a single thought behind her eyes.

#ctrlc-ctrlvquackity trends since you don't tell people what her name is. but then he hears him call her 'cielo' and that becomes her new name among the fandom.

Foolish

you will find dad!foolish asleep on the couch with your daughter. (yes, i realize i said this in the last one and i stand by what i say.)

she has your face, but his eyes. and your hair. and his stream thinks its so cute that she looks so much like you!!

dad!foolishes stream also thinks its so cute how he subtly (and not so subtly) takes care of you like youre glass. even after you've given birth. especially after you've given birth.

"baby, what are you doing up?" he asks you when he sees you peeking into his office.

"i finally got her to sleep!" you cheer tiredly, your voice in a harsh whisper. he was just as excited as you but he also took it as a warning to be quiet.

"oh, yay!" he says, his voice in the same tone as yours. "you should get to sleep too, though."

"yeah, i will," you say, wading into his office and going over to press a quick kiss to his lips. "night, babe."

"night, pretty girl."

if i missed an accent on any of the vowels, dont get mad at me. my mom never taught me how to actually write in spanish 😭😭 -Nony

#quackity #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity x reader #dad!quackity #quackity fluff #foolish #foolish x you #foolish x yn #foolish x reader #dad!foolish #foolish fluff

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itsanerdlife · 29 days

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Wicked Intentions 7

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

Characters: Peter Stark. Howie Stark. Bucky Barnes. Steve Rogers. Clint Barton. TC (T’Challa). Ben Reilly. Cledus Kasady (CK). Brock Rumlow. Gwen Stacy. Wanda Maximoff. Becca Barnes. Amore Lorelei. Kitty Pryde. Frank Castle. George Barnes. Joe Rogers. Winni Barnes. Pepper Stark. Wade Wilson. Eddie Brock. Warner Strucker. Barney Barton. Bobbi Morse. Pietro Maximoff. Logan.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

She slams the car door, hitting ignore on her phone again.

Bucky calling again.

Thumbing out a text to my brother, without her seeing me. We look up as the door opens to the house. Pepper, Y/N’s mom steps out on the front steps.

“Miss?” She lifts a perfect strawberry blonde brow at us.

Y/N looks to me, glancing at her we look back at her mom. Pepper looks from her daughter to me. Snapping her eyes back to Y/N they have a secret mother daughter conversation with the look between them. She nods once.

“Come in. We’ll discuss.” She ushers us into the house.

Hurrying past Pepper, hot on Y/N heels. “Sorry Pepper.” Speaking in a small voice.

“What?” They both turn on me, the door closing behind us.

Looking between the two. “I knew, I was there when Eddie made the threat.” Sighing softly.

“Bec’s, why didn’t you tell me?” Y/N looks almost defeated, something I’d yet to witness from her. “And if you give me that bullshit about giving myself up for you, I’ll drop you like your brother, and mine.” She gives me a pointed look.

Running a free hand through my hair, I turn slowly.

“Because Y/N! Look at this, look at the scars on your body, look who died! Who my brother killed! For you! Look what your brothers, hell TC did for you!” Suddenly shouting at them.

Her head tips watching me.

“For you. For a queen. I’m just a wife, Y/N.” I whisper softly.

“Is that what you think of me?” Pepper asks, turning to look at her, I can’t find an answer to that. “I’m just a wife?” She wonders. “Silent, unworthy to kill for?”

“You’re a Stark.” I shrug.

“You will be too, Bec’s.” Y/N reminds me.

I scoff rolling my eyes. “Sure, right.” I nod.

“I’ll drag Howie through the streets if I have too.” She smirks at me. “I got a pretty badass girl gang.” She shrugs, flexing her power.

“If you think you’re not worth killing for, do you think it was a mistake for Y/N to stay and help you, when Brock attacked you girls?” Pepper wonders.

I gap at her for a moment. “I owe her my life for that.”

“Back at you, bitch. Don’t ever tell me you’re not worth killing for. I’d kill my own brother over you.” Y/N huffs, folding her arms over her chest.

“That’s the difference Y/N, I can’t allow you to be taken from my brother. I’d give myself up for the two of you.” I shrug.

“You ever say that again and I’ll make sure your jaw needs to be wired shut.” She points a finger at me. Pepper smirks at us.

“And you say you’re not a Stark.”

Y/N and I stare at each other for a moment before she grins at me. Something dark and dangerous, ruthless. Like the devil making an underhanded deal.

——

“Those your boys?” One of the guy’s points past him. Tony turns to find the boys climbing out of James’ car.

Peter’s corner of his mouth and jaw discolored and bruised. A cut in James’ cheek. They look concerned and defeated.

“George?!” He calls looking over at his partner in crime. James’ father looks up, finding the boys he starts moving towards them, Tony follows.

“What happened?” George asks instantly. The five of them glance at one another.

Tony looks between his own boys, to his future son in law. “Well, nobody took her, you’re all breathing, that would be there first mistake.” He smirks.

“Really? I would think taking Miss, would be the first mistake. Second leaving them alive.” George looks over at him chuckling.

“We fucked up.” Peter swallows, looking at him.

“How bad?” He asks his oldest.

“Bad.” James’ answers, watching his own father.

He looks to George, sighing. “Into the office.” He nods, together they turn heading into the warehouse.

Sitting in Tony’s office in the warehouse, his father hands him an ice pack, putting it to his cheek. Peter sits next to him holding one to his jaw.

“That looks like a Miss special.” His father chuckles, settling back on the edge of a table along one wall.

“Two for one.” Steve nods.

“What did you do to deserve it?” Tony wonders, looking at the five of us.

Clint clears his throat.

Steve stares at the wall.

Howie shifts uncomfortably.

Peter suddenly gone mute.

Both their fathers look to him.

“A few weeks ago, after putting CK down.” He picks his words slowly. “There was a threat.” He looks at Peter.

“Pete?” Tony looks at his son, worry flicking in his eyes.

“Not on smalls.” Peter mutters.

“On whom?” Tony sits up.

The word burns his tongue, like acid filling his mouth.

“Becca.” Clint swallows.

“What?!” Both their fathers jerk up, his father standing on his feet.

“Why are you just now telling us?” His dad demands.

He looks away. “We weren’t sure. It was a mild, cryptic comment.” He mutters, ashamed.

“I heard a threat was put out. But I never heard who it was towards. Honestly, I assumed it was you boys it would be on. Perhaps still revenge on my boys.” Tony admits. He had a fair point.

“You’re not far off dad.” Howie finally speaks up.

“Meaning what?”

Howie drags his hands down his face, leaning forward. He groans slowly straightening up again, leaning against the wall. “Eddie, the threat. It’s part revenge for us messing up his line.” Howie swallows hard. “He lost out to Smalls, dad. You weren’t even taking bids on her, those putting them in you didn’t even hear them out.” He can’t help but smirk slightly, glancing at Steve and Clint, who smirk back. “But we fucked up. We’re the biggest players in the game at this point.” Howie struggles.

“We’re untouchable. Smalls is lethal, she’s got her own mafia going.” Peter speaks up. “Look at all we’re connected too. How many pots we have hands in.” Peter shrugs, Tony and his dad look at one another. “Look how connected we are with other powerful families.” Peter glances around the room. He drops his head, knowing. “We keep it in our families, sisters marrying friends, partners. Eddie realized what we have going. Instead of killing us, he wants to take from us. Crippling one of us,”

“Cripples all of us.” His dad swallows.

“He commented on Bec’s said she was cute. Said we all have weaknesses in common now.” Howie spits.

“He showed up in the school parking lot today. With me and Chaos.” He admits.

“Fuck.” The room breathes.

Nodding slowly. “He said I made a crazier deal with CK, so he wants a deal. Y/N for Bec’s.” The room erupts.

-------- Everything Peaches 12/8/22 @mo320 @ml7010 @kmc1989 @joannie95 @coley0823 @rileyloves5 @sexyvixen7 @duckestylez @abschaffer2 @drayshadow @shirukitsune @xoxabs88xox @carostar2020 @rosalynshields @hookslove1592 @royal-sunflower @iwillbeinmynest @bellamy-barnes @geeksareunique @happydeanpotter @fanfic-n-tabulous @steel-blue-eyess @mariekoukie6661 @bless-my-demons @notyourtypicalrose @lets-talk-about-xyz @loving-life-my-way @shinycupcakebaker @also-fangirlinsweden @stupendous-science @daughterofthenight117 @dandelionsmarkthegrave @physically-a-cheesecake @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked

Bucky 'Fuck Me Up' Barnes: @nickyl316h @jbbarnesgirl @lets-roggerthat @this-is-mycrisis @kaylaphantomhive

Series tags: @sebastians-love @otterlycanadian

#Marvel #Bucky Barnes x Reader #Avengers #Bucky x Reader #Wicked Intentions #Marvel Fanfictions #Bucky Barnes Series #Avengers Fanfiction #Bucky AU Series #Intention Series #Ama's Idea

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kat-thepoet · 16 days

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Veins of Violet

Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Part 23: A new beginning

A/N: last one 😭😭 Hope you guys enjoy 🩷

Previous chapters ☞ HERE ☜

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One year later.

I stood behind Vanessa, carefully pulling up the zipper of her wedding dress. The delicate fabric gleamed in the soft light of the room, accentuating every elegant curve. Vanessa glanced at herself in the mirror, her breath catching as she took in her reflection.

"Oh my God," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I can't believe this is real."

"Hey, no tears," I warned, a laugh escaping my lips as I quickly grabbed a tissue from the vanity.

"Your makeup will smudge, and then we'll have to start all over."

Vanessa let out a shaky laugh, blinking rapidly to hold back the tears. "You're right. I can't ruin all your hard work."

As I dabbed at the corners of her eyes, her mom walked into the room. She paused, her gaze softening as she took in the sight of her daughter in her wedding dress.

"Are we almost ready?" her mom asked, her voice filled with awe.

Vanessa turned to face her mom, a radiant smile lighting up her face. "Yes, Mom. I'm ready."

Her mom's eyes welled up with tears as she approached Vanessa. "You look beautiful, honey," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

Vanessa's mom moved in for a hug, but I quickly stepped in, holding up my hands with a grin. "Whoa, hold on! No smudging my masterpiece."

The three of us burst into laughter, the tension of the moment easing as Vanessa's mom stepped back, her eyes still filled with love and pride.

Her mom smiled and kissed Vanessa on the cheek before leaving the room. "I'll go check on the guests," she said, her voice warm. "They're all eagerly waiting for the bride."

As soon as the door closed behind her, Laura and Raven walked in, their eyes widening as they took in Vanessa's appearance.

"What do you guys think?" I asked, turning to them with a grin.

Laura's eyes sparkled as she looked Vanessa up and down. "You look so beautiful, Vanessa," she said, her voice filled with admiration.

Raven, holding a glass of champagne, shook her head in mock disbelief. "I'm so jealous of you right now," she said with a playful smirk before taking a long sip of her drink.

Vanessa blushed at their compliments, her hands nervously smoothing the fabric of her dress. "Thank you, guys. It means so much to have you all here with me."

We all stood together for a moment, just taking in the significance of the day. Vanessa had chosen us to be her bridesmaids, and I was honored to be her maid of honor. Our sage green dresses complemented the rustic elegance of the venue perfectly, and everything felt like it was falling into place.

The excitement in the room was palpable as we gathered around Vanessa, making sure everything was perfect before the ceremony. This moment was the culmination of a year filled with growth, healing, and love, not just for Vanessa and Wade but for all of us.

Finally, the time had come. Vanessa took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she steadied herself. "Okay," she said, her voice filled with resolve. "Let's do this."

We all exchanged looks, smiles breaking out on our faces. we all grabbed our small flower bouquets and Laura opened the door, and we began to make our way down to where everyone was waiting for the bride. The atmosphere was electric with anticipation, and I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for my friend, knowing she was about to start a new chapter in her life.

The barn had been transformed into a dreamlike venue, with twinkling lights hanging from the beams and flowers adorning every surface. As we walked toward the front, where Wade stood waiting with a mixture of nerves and excitement in his eyes, I caught Logan's gaze from the side.

As I looked at him, a thought crept into my mind, one that I hadn't fully allowed myself to entertain until now. I imagined myself in Vanessa's shoes, walking down the aisle toward the man of my dreams. The image was vivid, almost tangible-the soft rustle of a wedding gown, the sound of my footsteps echoing in the quiet anticipation of the room, and Logan standing at the end of the aisle, waiting for me with that same steady, loving gaze.

For a moment, I was lost in that vision, my heart swelling with the possibility of a future I hadn't dared to dream about. The idea of being the one to take that walk, to make that lifelong commitment, sent a thrill through me that I couldn't ignore.

When I snapped back to the present, Logan was still looking at me, his eyes filled with a warmth that made my heart skip a beat. There was a promise in his gaze, one that spoke of a future that wasn't just a dream but a very real possibility.

I smiled softly to myself, feeling a sense of peace and excitement wash over me. Today was Vanessa and Wade's day, but I couldn't help but feel that it was also a day of new beginnings for me, too. as I reached at the end of the isle, I moved to the side to let raven and Laura walked next to me. from where I was standing, I could hear wades heartbeat. I looked at him and calmed his nerves, trying to not let it distract him from the best day of his life. he senses what I was doing and he mouths, thank you and I give him a small smile. i looked next to wade and looked at Logan once more giving him a small smile.

Wade had chosen Logan to be his best man, a decision that had initially annoyed Logan, though I knew deep down he didn't mind. In fact, over the past year, Logan had become one of Wade's closest friends. Their banter, though often sarcastic and sharp, had turned into a deep, unspoken bond. Logan might grumble about Wade's antics, but I could see the fondness in his eyes, the way he always had Wade's back when it truly mattered.

Beside Logan stood Hank, who, despite their vastly different personalities, had also grown close to Wade. It was surprising to see how well they complemented each other-Hank's intellectual curiosity and Wade's chaotic energy somehow balancing out in a way that just worked. Their friendship was unexpected but genuine, a testament to the way our little family had evolved over time.

And at the end of the line, Peter stood as the ring bearer, his usual mischievous grin replaced by a look of serious concentration as he held the rings. Peter and Laura had been dating for a few months now, and seeing Laura happy again, a lightness in her eyes that had been missing for so long, filled me with a sense of peace. Having her back in my life, and seeing her thrive, was priceless.

The music changed, and I turned my attention to where Vanessa was standing at the end of the aisle. The soft notes of the piano captured the moment perfectly as she took a deep breath, her eyes locking onto Wade's. Her gaze was filled with love and kindness, a look that spoke volumes. Wade, in turn, was trying hard not to cry, but I saw the tears slowly escaping down his cheeks.

I glanced around the audience, taking in the faces of everyone we knew. Our friends were all here-Scott, Storm, and Charles, who was seated next to Erik, now his partner. Ellie was there too, along with their girlfriend Yukio, and Colossus, Althea, Dopinder, and other friends and mutants who had become a part of our extended family. The room was filled with warmth and affection, the love that had brought us all together evident in every smile and tear.

As watch Vanessa slowly walk, my head reminded me of how we got to this point. A few months ago, my memories started to come back little by little. One day, while I was asleep, I found myself in a dream, standing in a vast, ethereal field bathed in a soft, purple glow. The air was thick with an otherworldly energy, and I felt a familiar presence nearby.

The other me, the powerful and darker version of myself I had encountered before, appeared before me. Her eyes, usually filled with intensity and a sense of foreboding, were now calm, almost serene.

"You've changed the path of your life," she said, her voice echoing softly in the dreamscape. "That day on the battlefield, when you chose to stand with the X-Men, you altered more than just your own fate."

I stared at her, trying to understand the full weight of her words. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice wavering slightly.

"Giving peace to Erik, freeing him from the burden of his pain, set off a chain reaction," she explained. "The darkness that once threatened to consume you, to consume all of us, has been diminished. You've proven that the future isn't set in stone, that it can be changed with the right choices."

I felt a wave of relief and hope wash over me, but there was still a lingering doubt in my mind. "But what about you?" I asked. "Are you still a part of me?"

She smiled, a gentle and knowing expression. "I will always be a part of you, but I am no longer the force that drives you. You've taken control of your own destiny, and in doing so, you've given both of us a chance to live in peace."

The dream began to fade, and I felt myself being pulled back to the waking world. As I slowly opened my eyes, I realized that the weight that had been pressing on me for so long was finally lifting. The memories, the pain, the fear-they were all still there, but they no longer had the same hold over me.

I had chosen a different path, one filled with love, family, and hope. And in doing so, I had changed not just my own future, but the future of those around me.

The ceremony went by quickly, a beautiful blur of vows, exchanged rings, and tearful smiles. Before we knew it, it was time for the party to begin. The barn had been transformed into a lively party venue, with tables set up for dining and a spacious dance floor waiting to be filled. Twinkling lights continued to cast a warm glow, and the energy in the room was infectious as everyone prepared to let loose and enjoy the evening.

As the guests moved from the ceremony to the reception area, I could hear the buzz of excited conversations and the clinking of glasses. The air was filled with the scent of delicious food, and a live band had started playing soft, upbeat tunes to set the mood.

Vanessa and Wade entered the reception to a round of applause and cheers, their smiles brighter than ever. They shared a quick, joyful kiss before heading straight to the dance floor for their first dance as husband and wife. The room fell into a hush as they swayed together, completely lost in each other. It was a moment of pure love and happiness, and I couldn't help but feel a little emotional watching them.

Logan was by my side, his arm wrapped around my waist as we watched the newlyweds. "They look so happy," I whispered, leaning into him.

He nodded, his eyes soft as he watched the couple on the dance floor. "They deserve it," he said quietly. "After everything they've been through, it's good to see them like this."

As Vanessa and Wade's dance came to an end, the guests erupted in applause, and the atmosphere shifted from tender to lively. The band picked up the pace, playing a more upbeat tune that beckoned everyone to join in on the dance floor.

"Come on," Logan said, pulling me toward the dance floor with a rare, playful grin. "Let's show them how it's done."

I laughed, letting him lead me into the crowd. The music was infectious, and soon we were surrounded by friends, all of us dancing and laughing as the night truly began. Laura and Peter were dancing nearby, their moves more playful and energetic than romantic, but it was clear they were having a blast. Wade was in his element, pulling off ridiculous dance moves that had Vanessa laughing so hard she had to hold onto him for support.

We danced until my feet started to hurt. I yelled through the loud music. "I need a break!"

Logan nodded, a playful smirk on his face as he leaned in close to my ear. "I was wondering how long you'd last."

I playfully swatted at his arm, laughing as I caught my breath. "Hey, I lasted longer than you thought!"

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around my waist as we made our way off the dance floor. "You did, Bub. You definitely did."

We found a small table off to the side, away from the main crowd but still close enough to feel the energy of the party. I slipped off my heels, sighing in relief as I wiggled my toes. "Ah, much better."

Logan leaned back in his chair, his gaze soft as he watched me. "You look like you're having the time of your life."

"I am," I admitted, looking around at our friends, all of whom were immersed in the celebration. "It's been such a long time since we've all been able to just... enjoy ourselves, you know? No missions, no threats hanging over our heads. Just us, living in the moment."

Logan nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Yeah, it feels good. Really good."

I reached across the table, taking his hand in mine. "I'm glad we're here together. After everything we've been through... it's nice to just be us."

Logan squeezed my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

I looked at him, my heart pounding as I contemplated the secret I had been holding on to for a week. The weight of it felt even heavier now, knowing that I couldn't keep it from him much longer.

One week ago...

Laura and I had gone to the mall to buy Vanessa a wedding present. We were laughing, talking about what kind of gift would make Wade burst into tears, when suddenly, a wave of nausea hit me out of nowhere. I clutched my stomach as we passed by a pizza place, the smell of the food turning my stomach. Without a word, I bolted to the nearest bathroom, barely making it in time before I puked.

Laura was right behind me, her face pale with worry. "Oh my god, are you alright?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

I rinsed my mouth out and splashed some water on my face, trying to steady my breathing. "Yeah... I think so," I said, though I didn't sound convincing, even to myself. "I probably ate something bad."

Laura looked at me skeptically, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied my face. "Maybe we should go home. You don't look so great."

I nodded, grateful for her suggestion. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea."

But as the day went on, the nausea didn't go away. In fact, it seemed to get worse. Everything smelled terrible, even things that I usually loved. My powers felt erratic, like they were being affected by whatever was going on with my body. I was exhausted, and nothing seemed to help.

Then, something clicked in my mind, a realization that hit me like a ton of bricks.

Could it be...?

I quickly walked into my bathroom, my mind racing as I searched through the drawers for the pregnancy test Vanessa had left behind a few months ago. My hands trembled as I found it, quickly opening the box and following the instructions. The minutes felt like hours as I waited for the result, the tiny window on the test holding the answer to a question I hadn't even known I was asking.

As the minutes dragged on, I couldn't sit still. I paced back and forth in the living room, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind of possibilities and fears. Every few seconds, I glanced at the test sitting on the counter, willing time to move faster.

Just then, Laura walked out of her room, looking at me with a mix of confusion and concern. "Violet, what's going on? You're making me dizzy just watching you."

I stopped in my tracks, my heart pounding as I tried to find the right words. "I... I think I might be pregnant," I finally admitted, the words feeling surreal as they left my mouth.

Laura's eyes widened, her expression shifting from confusion to shock. "Wait, what? Are you serious?"

I nodded, my gaze flicking back to the test on the counter. "I just took a test. I'm waiting for the result."

Laura walked over, her footsteps hesitant as she joined me in front of the bathroom counter. We both stared at the little window on the test, the silence between us thick with anticipation.

"How long does it take?" Laura asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Just a few more seconds," I replied, my voice trembling with nerves.

Finally, the result began to appear. I held my breath, my heart pounding in my chest as the faint lines slowly came into view. Two lines. Positive.

"Oh my god," Laura whispered, her hand flying to her mouth as she stared at the test. "Violet, you're..."

"Pregnant," I finished, my voice shaking with a mix of shock, fear, and a strange sense of excitement. "I'm pregnant."

The reality of it hit me like a tidal wave, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe. I was going to have a baby. Logan's baby.

Laura wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug. "Violet, this is amazing! Are you okay? How do you feel?"

I hugged her back, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. "I don't know," I admitted, my voice muffled against her shoulder. "I'm scared, but... I'm also kind of happy? I didn't expect this, but now that it's real... I think I'm happy."

Laura pulled back, a huge smile on her face. "Logan's going to be over the moon when you tell him."

I nodded, my thoughts drifting to Logan and how he would react to the news. I knew I needed to tell him, but didn't know when or how. But first, I had to come to terms with it myself.

"Yeah," I said softly, a small smile tugging at my lips. "I think he will be."

Present

I found myself lost in thought as Logan's thumb gently traced circles over my knuckles. The music, the laughter, the lights-they all seemed to blur into the background as I considered the secret I'd been holding onto for a week now.

Could this be the right moment to tell him?

I glanced at Logan, his eyes filled with a warmth that made my heart swell. He looked so content, so at peace. Part of me wanted to wait, to hold onto this moment just a little longer before changing everything. But another part of me knew that Logan deserved to know-deserved to share in the joy and the uncertainty that had been swirling inside me ever since I took that test.

I took a deep breath, the sound of the party fading even further as I gathered the courage to speak. "Logan," I began, my voice soft but steady, "there's something I need to tell you."

His eyes locked onto mine, the seriousness in my tone catching his attention immediately. "What is it, Bub?"

I hesitated for only a moment longer, then decided to just say it. "I'm pregnant."

For a heartbeat, everything seemed to stop. The world around us, the music, the laughter-it all disappeared as Logan's eyes widened in surprise. His grip on my hand tightened just slightly, his expression shifting from shock to something I couldn't quite place.

"Pregnant?" he repeated, almost as if he needed to hear the word again to believe it.

I nodded, a small, nervous smile tugging at my lips. "Yes, Logan. We're going to have a baby."

For a moment, his face went blank, and my heart dropped. Panic surged through me. Maybe telling him wasn't the right choice. Maybe I should've waited longer, given him more time. Did he even want to be a father?

I began to backpedal, the words tumbling out of me in a rush. "We don't have to keep it, Logan. I mean, there are a lot of options, and if you're not ready, we can-"

But before I could finish, Logan moved. In an instant, he wrapped me in his arms, pulling me close in a hug so tight it almost took my breath away. The panic that had been rising in me dissipated as I felt the strength of his embrace, the steady beat of his heart against mine.

"Violet," he murmured into my hair, his voice thick with emotion, "I want this. I want us. I want our family."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I clung to him, relief flooding through me. The fear, the uncertainty-it all melted away in the warmth of his words, leaving only love and the promise of what was to come.

"I'm so glad," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "I was so scared, Logan. I didn't know how you'd feel."

He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his hands still holding me close. "I'm not going anywhere, Violet. We're in this together, every step of the way."

I nodded, feeling a wave of gratitude and love wash over me. "Together," I echoed, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, we would face them side by side.

Logan leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, then to my lips, his touch tender and reassuring. "We're going to be okay, V," he whispered against my lips. "All four of us."

I smiled through my tears, the weight of the world lifting from my shoulders. "All four of us," I repeated, the words filling me with a sense of peace I hadn't felt in a long time.

7 months later

As I struggled to slip into my yellow dress, the fabric stretching over my swollen belly, I couldn't help but feel a rush of joy. Today was my baby shower, a day I had been looking forward to for months. Vanessa had taken the reins on planning everything, and though Logan and I had decided to keep the baby's gender a surprise, Vanessa knew and was bursting with excitement. The anticipation made me both nervous and eager to finally learn the secret she had been holding onto.

We had decided to host the baby shower at the mansion. It was the perfect place-spacious, familiar, and home to so many of the people we loved. Plus, it was a lot more practical than trying to cram everyone into our apartment, especially with my ever-growing belly making it harder to move around.

My pregnancy had been mostly smooth. The baby felt like it weighed a ton, making my back ache constantly, but other than that, everything had been fine. After the first month, the nausea had faded, giving way to the strangest cravings. I couldn't get enough of anything covered in chocolate or spicy chips, which I had to sneak because Logan was adamant about me eating healthier. I couldn't help but smile, thinking about the stash of spicy chips and Nutella I had hidden away for moments just like this.

After finally managing to get dressed, I grabbed my trusty jar of Nutella and a spoon, ready for a little pre-party snack. Waddling down the stairs, I was savoring a mouthful of chocolatey goodness when I ran into Hank and Peter, who were on their way up.

"Wow there," Hank said with a concerned look, immediately reaching out to steady me. "Let us help you down the stairs."

I tried to protest, rolling my eyes. "Guys, I'm not a baby. I can walk perfectly fine."

Peter, always quick with a joke, grinned. "Yeah, but with that belly, you walk like one. Better safe than sorry!"

I huffed, half-amused and half-annoyed, but I let them guide me down the rest of the stairs. It was hard to stay irritated when they were just trying to help. Besides, I knew how much they all cared, and that made it easier to accept their overprotectiveness.

When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I took a deep breath, feeling a flutter of nerves mixed with excitement. Today was going to be a big day, filled with surprises, laughter, and probably a few tears. And despite the discomfort of carrying what felt like a small planet in my belly, I couldn't wait to share this moment with everyone.

As I walked into the living room, I was greeted by a sea of blue and pink. The entire room was filled with decorations-balloons in every shade of blue and pink hung from the ceiling, streamers draped across the walls, and tables were covered with treats and food that matched the theme. The atmosphere was festive, buzzing with excitement, and it was clear that Vanessa had gone all out.

Everyone was dressed in either blue or pink, their outfits proudly displaying their guesses for the baby's gender. It was heartwarming to see so many people gathered here, all of them eager to celebrate this special moment with us. Familiar faces beamed at me from across the room-Scott, Storm, Charles, Laura, Wade, and even Erik, who gave me a warm smile from where he stood near the snack table, a plate of food already in hand.

Vanessa spotted me and hurried over, her face lighting up as she took in my expression. "What do you think?" she asked, a hint of pride in her voice.

"It's amazing," was all I could say, my voice filled with gratitude and emotion.

As everyone noticed me standing there, the excitement in the room seemed to double. Friends and family started to gather around, each person wanting to share in the joy of the moment. They greeted me with warm smiles, kind words, and, of course, gentle rubs on my belly.

"You're glowing, Violet," Storm said, her eyes filled with warmth as she placed a hand on my stomach.

Raven, standing beside her, grinned and added, "I can't wait to meet this little one! You're going to be such an amazing mom."

As I looked around, taking in the love and support from everyone, I suddenly realized someone was missing. I glanced over at Vanessa. "Where's Logan?" I asked.

"Oh, he's with Wade, getting the cake," she replied with a reassuring smile. "They should be here any minute."

" You better have picked chocolate cake" I told Vanessa as I was getting annoyed by the handsy mutants in front of me.

Vanessa chuckled, a playful glint in her eye. "Of course, I made sure it was chocolate. I know better than to mess with your cravings!" She winked, and I couldn't help but laugh.

As I gently nudged away hands that were overly eager to rub my belly, I added, "they better not mess the cake up."

Vanessa grinned. "Yeah, thats why I sent Logan with him just in case."

I laughed, walking over the dessert table, my mouth watering at the options.

Just then, the front door opened, and Logan walked in, carrying a large, beautifully decorated cake with Wade trailing behind him, holding another box, likely filled with additional treats. Logan's eyes immediately found mine, and a smile spread across his face.

"Did someone say chocolate cake?" Wade announced as he set the box down on the table, dramatically lifting the lid to reveal an assortment of desserts. "Because I brought enough to feed an army."

I shook my head, amused. "You didn't have to bring the whole bakery, Wade."

Wade shrugged, a mischievous grin on his face. "Hey, I'm just making sure you and the little one are well-fed. Plus, who can say no to cake?"

Logan came over to me, setting the cake down gently on the table before wrapping an arm around my waist. "Everything good, sweetheart?" he asked softly, his thumb brushing my side.

"Perfect," I replied, leaning into him. "But I'm going to need that cake soon."

Vanessa clapped her hands, drawing everyone's attention with a wide smile. "Okay, everyone, let's get started with the baby shower games!" she announced, her excitement infectious.

The guests cheered, gathering around as Vanessa began explaining the first game. "We're going to start with the classic 'Guess the Baby Food' game," she said, holding up a tray of small jars with mysterious labels covering the original names. "You'll each get a spoonful of baby food, and you have to guess what flavor it is. No cheating!"

Groans and laughter erupted from the group as Wade dramatically pretended to gag. "Baby food? Really, Vanessa? You know my delicate palate can't handle that!"

"Come on, Wade, just do it." Vanessa teased back, handing out small spoons to everyone.

Logan looked at me with a playful smirk. "I'll bet you I can guess more flavors than you."

I raised an eyebrow, my competitive spirit kicking in. "You're on, Logan. Loser has to change all the diapers for a week."

He chuckled, leaning in to kiss my temple. "Deal."

Vanessa went around, giving each person a taste of the mystery baby food. The room was filled with laughter and exaggerated reactions as people tried to guess the strange and often unappetizing flavors. Logan grimaced as he tasted something particularly unpleasant, while Wade loudly complained about the "green sludge" he was sure was supposed to be peas.

After a few rounds of guessing and lots of laughter, Vanessa revealed the answers. "And the winner is... drumroll, please..."

Everyone tapped their hands on their legs, creating a drumroll sound.

"Violet!" Vanessa announced, holding up a small prize wrapped in pastel-colored paper. "You guessed the most flavors correctly!"

I grinned, accepting the prize with a mock bow. "Looks like you're on diaper duty, Logan."

He shook his head, laughing. "I walked right into that one, didn't I?"

The games continued, with everyone fully immersed in the fun. We played "Baby Charades," where guests had to act out different baby-related scenarios, and "Pin the Pacifier on the Baby," which resulted in a lot of playful shoving and misplaced pacifiers.

As the afternoon wore on, the room was filled with the sound of laughter, teasing, and the warmth of friends and family celebrating together. Logan and I shared more than a few knowing looks, both of us grateful for the love and support that surrounded us.

It was finally time to cut the cake and reveal the gender of our baby. Vanessa, who had been waiting for this moment with barely contained excitement, brought the cake to the center of the room. The cake was beautifully decorated with delicate swirls of frosting, adorned with tiny baby-themed decorations, but it was the inside that held the real surprise.

Everyone gathered around, their excitement palpable. Logan stood beside me, his arm wrapped around my waist, as we both took hold of the knife. The room fell silent, the anticipation thick in the air.

"Ready?" Logan whispered, his voice filled with both excitement and nerves.I nodded, smiling up at him. "Ready."

Together, we slowly pushed the knife into the cake, cutting through the layers with ease. The moment the knife made contact with the center, the room seemed to hold its breath. Logan and I carefully pulled out the first slice, revealing the color inside.

A collective gasp filled the room as everyone saw the vibrant pink cake. "It's a girl!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with joy.

Cheers erupted around us, making me feel the love and happiness radiating from them. Logan's smile was so wide it lit up the entire room, and he pulled me into a hug, lifting me off the ground as he spun me around.

"We're having a little girl," Logan said, his voice thick with emotion as he set me back down. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked around the room, taking in the faces of our friends and family who were all celebrating with us. It was a moment of pure happiness, one that I knew I would treasure forever.

Wade, who had been holding back tears himself, stepped forward and threw his arms around both of us. "A mini Violet! The world isn't ready!" he exclaimed, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

As we all dug into the cake, the room filled with chatter and excitement about the baby's future. Vanessa and Laura were already planning out the nursery, discussing color schemes and baby names with a level of enthusiasm that made me laugh.

Logan kept me close, his hand never leaving mine as we mingled with our guests. Every now and then, he'd lean in to whisper something sweet in my ear or place a protective hand on my growing belly. It was clear that he was just as overjoyed as I was, already embracing his role as a father with the same fierce dedication he showed in everything he did.

As the celebration continued, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. This baby was already so loved, and I knew that with Logan by my side, we were ready to face whatever the future held. Surrounded by the people who meant the most to us, I felt a deep sense of contentment and happiness, knowing that our little family was about to grow in the most wonderful way.

One month later

I woke up to an intense pain in my stomach, sharp and unrelenting. It was 1 a.m., and the apartment was eerily quiet. Logan wasn't here; he had gone on one last mission, promising to stay by my side for the final weeks of my pregnancy. I sat up, hoping the pain would ease, but it only grew more intense, radiating through my body in waves. Panic began to set in as I fumbled through the covers, trying to find my phone.

Another contraction hit, stronger this time, and I couldn't hold back the scream that tore from my throat. My hands shook as I finally located my phone, the screen glaringly bright in the darkness. I scrolled through my contacts, heart racing. Logan was out of reach, Laura was all the way at the mansion, and the pain was only getting worse.

Then it hit me-I wasn't alone. Vanessa and Wade were literally my neighbors. I quickly dialed Vanessa's number, praying she would pick up.

The phone rang once, twice, before I heard the groggy but concerned voice on the other end. "Violet? What's wrong?"

"Vanessa," I gasped, another contraction stealing my breath. "It's the baby. I think... I think she's coming. The pain-it's too much."

There was a moment of silence, then I heard the unmistakable rustling of sheets and the urgency in Vanessa's voice as she called out to Wade. "Wade! Get up! It's time!"

"Violet, hang tight. We're coming over right now," Vanessa assured me, her voice calm despite the situation. "Just breathe, okay? We'll be there in a second."

I nodded, even though she couldn't see me, trying to focus on my breathing as she had taught me during our many pregnancy chats. But the contractions were relentless, and fear gripped me as I realized how fast everything was happening. The baby was too early but the contractions were continuing in a rapid pace.

Within what felt like no time at all, I heard the front door burst open, and then Vanessa and Wade were in my bedroom, both looking wide awake and fully alert despite the early hour.

"Oh, honey," Vanessa breathed, rushing to my side. She placed a reassuring hand on my arm while Wade looked at me, eyes wide but determined.

"Alright, we're going to get you to the hospital," Wade said, his voice uncharacteristically serious. "Everything's going to be fine. I'm practically a trained midwife. I've seen like a hundred birthing videos."

Vanessa shot him a look. "Not helping, Wade. Grab her bag and let's go."

Wade nodded, quickly moving to grab the hospital bag I had packed weeks ago, just in case. Vanessa helped me stand, supporting me as we slowly made our way to the door.

Another contraction hit just as we reached the hallway, and I doubled over, clutching Vanessa for support. She held me up, rubbing my back soothingly. "You're doing great, Violet. Just a little more, and we'll be at the hospital."

Wade was already out the door, running ahead to start the car that Charles gave to them as a wedding present. Vanessa stayed with me, guiding me through each step, each breath, as we made our way downstairs.

By the time we reached the car, the contractions were coming fast and hard, and I could barely think through the pain. Wade helped me into the backseat, where Vanessa climbed in beside me, holding my hand tightly.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road!" Wade announced as he floored the gas, speeding toward the hospital. Vanessa kept her focus on me, her calm presence a lifeline in the chaos.

"Just keep breathing, Violet," she said softly. "We're almost there. You're so strong, you've got this."

I nodded, trying to focus on her words, on the fact that soon I would be meeting my baby girl. The thought filled me with a mix of fear and excitement, but I knew that as long as I had my friends by my side, I could face anything.

As we hurried toward the hospital entrance, each step felt like a battle. The pain was becoming unbearable, radiating through my entire body. I reached out instinctively, grabbing Wade's arm as another contraction hit me like a wave. My grip was tight, almost desperate, and I heard him let out a small wince, though he quickly tried to mask it with a reassuring smile.

"Easy there, Violet," he joked, though his voice was strained. "I need that arm to hold your baby later."

Despite the pain, I managed a weak smile, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. But the reality of what was happening was impossible to ignore. My breaths were coming out in short, frantic gasps, and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as the contractions came closer together, each one more intense than the last.

Vanessa, who was on my other side, squeezed my hand. "We're almost there, Violet. Just a few more steps. You're doing amazing."

I nodded, biting down on my lip to keep from crying out. The automatic doors of the hospital slid open, and the cool, sterile air hit me, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from my body. A nurse spotted us immediately, her eyes widening as she took in the scene.

"We need a wheelchair!" Vanessa called out, her voice firm but calm. Within moments, a wheelchair was brought over, and Wade helped me into it with surprising gentleness.

As I sat down, a sharp pain shot through me, and I couldn't hold back the cry that escaped my lips. Wade crouched down in front of me, his expression more serious than I'd ever seen it.

"Hey, listen to me," he said, his voice steady. "You're going to be fine. We're all here with you, and you're going to bring that little girl into the world like a champ."

I nodded, clinging to his words as the nurse began to wheel me toward the maternity ward. they both stayed right by my side, never letting go of my hands. The ride down the hallway felt both too long and too short, the fluorescent lights overhead blurring together as I focused on just getting through each contraction.

Finally, we reached the delivery room. The medical staff quickly took over, guiding me onto the bed. Vanessa hovered nearby, her presence a comforting reminder that I wasn't alone in this.

As the doctor came in and introduced herself, I felt a sudden surge of panic. Logan wasn't here. He should be here, holding my hand, telling me everything would be okay. The thought of doing this without him was terrifying, and I could feel the tears starting to fall.

Wade was across the room, pacing back and forth with his phone pressed to his ear. His usual joking demeanor was nowhere to be found; instead, he was dead serious, frantically trying to get in touch with Logan. Every time he hit a dead end, I could see the frustration building in his expression.

"Come on peanut, pick up!" he muttered, dialing yet another number. I watched as he paused, listening intently for a response. When none came, he cursed under his breath and tried the next number on his list.

"Wade, what's going on?" I managed to ask between contractions, my voice strained.

Wade looked over at me, his face a mixture of determination and worry. "I'm trying to get Logan here, but he's off the grid. I'm calling everyone-Scott, Storm, Peter-you name it. Someone's gotta be able to reach him."

Vanessa, who was still holding my hand, gave Wade a reassuring nod. "He'll get through, Violet. Wade won't stop until he does."

Wade gave a quick thumbs-up before turning his attention back to the phone. "Come on, Logan, pick up the damn phone," he muttered, hitting redial for what felt like the hundredth time.The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. Wade's determination was unwavering; he was clearly willing to call every single X-Man on the planet if that's what it took to get Logan home.

Finally, I saw Wade's expression change. His eyes widened slightly, and he stopped pacing. "Finally! Logan, listen up!" he nearly shouted into the phone. "Violet's in labor. You need to get your hairy butt back here right now!"

I couldn't hear Logan's response, but the tension in Wade's shoulders eased slightly as he listened. "Yeah, she's in the hospital. She's doing great, but you better hurry up before you miss the whole show."

Wade paused, nodding at whatever Logan was saying on the other end. "Good. Get here fast, man. We've got this covered, but you need to be here."

He hung up the phone and turned back to me, a wide grin on his face. "Logan's on his way. He's gonna make it, I hope."

A wave of relief washed over me, and I nodded, tears of gratitude filling my eyes. "Thank you, Wade. Thank you so much."

Logan was on his way, and with Wade and Vanessa by my side, I knew I could do this.

"Where the hell is Logan!!!???" I groaned, the pain making my voice sharp as I began to push. Wade and Vanessa were right next to me, each holding one of my hands, their faces etched with concern.

"I know, I know, but you've got this, Violet," Wade said, his usual sarcasm gone, replaced by genuine worry and determination. "Just keep breathing, okay? Logan's gonna walk in any second now, I promise."

Vanessa squeezed my hand gently, her eyes locked on mine, offering silent encouragement. "You're doing amazing, Violet. Just a little more."

The doctor at the foot of the bed, calm and composed, looked up at me. "Violet, you need to start pushing with the next contraction. You're doing great, but we need to keep going."

I nodded, trying to focus on the doctor's instructions, but the pain was overwhelming, and all I could think about was Logan. Where was he? I needed him here, now.

Another contraction hit me like a wave, and I gritted my teeth, gripping Wade and Vanessa's hands as I pushed with all my strength. The room was a blur of activity, nurses moving around me, the doctor's voice a steady guide through the chaos.

"Good, Violet, that's good," the doctor encouraged. "Keep pushing, you're almost there."I could barely process the words. All I could do was focus on the pain and the desperate need to see Logan walk through that door. My breath came in ragged gasps, and I pushed again, harder this time, feeling the intense pressure.

"Come on, Violet, you're doing it!" Vanessa cheered, her voice filled with pride and love.

"Logan's gonna kick himself if he misses this," Wade added, trying to keep the mood light, even as I squeezed his hand so hard he winced.

I took a deep breath, drawing on every ounce of strength I had left. I could feel the baby moving, the pressure increasing, and I knew it wouldn't be long now.

"Push, Violet, push!" the doctor urged, and I did, giving it everything I had.

The room seemed to fade away as I focused on pushing, the pain intensifying with each wave that coursed through my body. Wade and Vanessa's voices were distant, muffled by the pounding of my heart in my ears. All I could think about was getting through this, bringing my baby into the world, and hoping that Logan would somehow walk through that door before it was all over.

"Just one more big push, Violet!" the doctor called out, their voice the only thing anchoring me to the moment.

I took a deep breath, gathered every bit of strength I had left, and pushed with everything I had. The pain was overwhelming, but then, suddenly, it was followed by a sensation of release. I gasped, my body trembling as I collapsed back onto the bed, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

There was a brief moment of silence, a heartbeat where time seemed to stand still, and then the room was filled with the sound of a baby's first cry. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

"You did it, Violet," Vanessa said, her voice choked with emotion, tears streaming down her face.

Wade let out a breath he had been holding, his grip on my hand loosening as he leaned over to kiss my forehead. "You're a freakin' superhero, Violet. You did it."

The doctor carefully lifted my baby, and I watched in awe as they gently placed the tiny, wriggling form on my chest. I felt a rush of overwhelming love and relief as I looked down at my child, tears spilling down my cheeks. My baby. Our baby.

"Congratulations, Violet," the doctor said softly. "It's a beautiful, healthy baby girl."I looked down at my daughter, her tiny face scrunched up as she cried, her little fists waving in the air. She was perfect in every way, and I couldn't believe she was finally here.

I kissed her soft forehead, my tears mixing with her own as I whispered, "Welcome to the world, little one. I'm your mama, and I'm going to love you forever."

The door to the room burst open suddenly, and there was Logan, his eyes wide with panic and relief, his chest heaving as if he had run a marathon. "Violet! I'm so sorry-"

But I didn't need to hear anything else. The sight of him was enough to make my heart swell with love. "Logan," I whispered, my voice trembling as I looked up at him, our daughter still cradled in my arms. "She's here."

Logan's eyes softened as he walked over, his gaze never leaving our baby. He reached out a tentative hand, gently brushing his fingers over her tiny head, his face a mixture of awe and pure love. "She's... she's perfect," he said, his voice rough with emotion.

He leaned down to kiss me, his lips lingering against mine as he whispered, "I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner, Violet. I tried to get back as fast as I could."

"You're here now," I replied, my voice thick with tears. "That's all that matters."

Logan sat down beside me on the bed, his arm wrapping around my shoulders as we both looked down at our daughter, who had finally stopped crying and was now gazing up at us with wide, curious eyes.

The nurse, who had been quietly observing, gave us a gentle smile. "What would be the name of your baby girl?" she asked softly.

I looked down at our little miracle, the name already forming in my heart, a name that felt right, that felt like it was meant for her.

"Scarlett," I said, my voice soft but certain. "Scarlett Howlett Williams."

A/N: And that's the end! Thank you to those who have supported me throughout this story. I hope you enjoyed the ending. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

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