#getting the teens giggling and engaged with the silly thing we’re doing

[brimk-personal]

I’m currently working two jobs. One that I love (nonprofit org for ppl with disabilities. Some vocational stuff, therapy, and social skills, also just Fun Stuff. I run art programs and supervised/safe-space social groups/hang outs. Mom also works there part time). And one that I’m really starting to dislike many aspects of (paint your own pottery place. Very much for profit, understaffed and underappreciated. Sticking around so the younger girls don’t get thrown to the wolves and bc they fire their kilns more often than Good Job is able to)

I worked at Good Job today, running a pottery class, and my mom helped run a lil pumpkin carving program being run at abt the same time as my class. One of the ladies that attended the pumpkin program was one that used to come to the hang out I’d help run, and it’s been like months since I got to see her last (we had programming changes, and my night became a teens hangout, and she has to attend the adult hangout). She knew she was gonna see my mom today so she made sure to bring these sweet popsicle stick paper puppets she had made specifically for me and my mom. And like dude. I’m tearing up. Very much an “I actually exist in this world, people think of me, and I make impacts in their lives” type of moment. Like. My name is written on it. She made this for me. Fuck 😭

[takingcourage]

By Your Side

Pairing: Jaime x MC

Word Count: 1,150

Rating/Warnings: Teen; mild innuendo

Summary: New nightly accommodations lead Jaime and Arden to reveal their true feelings. 

Note: This story is a half-baked variation of the “there’s only one bed” trope, written for @choicesficwriterscreations​ ’s Silly Love Stories event. It also fits the @choicesfebchallenge​ prompt for “Gossip,” if you squint. 

Arden turned the corner sharply, small backpack hitting the ridge of her spine with an audible thump. She took a deep breath, resisting the urge to sigh with her exhale. Here, the air was clean and clear. 

If she wanted to, she could still catch the scent of the city on her clothes: the traces of asphalt and stale beer held tight to the collar of her denim jacket.

Maybe it was a good thing Ellen hadn’t been available for this trip, after all. It was difficult to imagine the older woman blending in at the downtown hostel for five whole days without setting off someone’s alarm bells. Comfortable as Arden was conducting interviews on the set of The Ellen and Arden Show, undercover investigations remained her favorite part of the job. When this opportunity had arisen, it had been too tantalizing lead for her to pass up. 

Behind her, a taxi slowed and came to a stop. The smack of the door was followed by a well-known pattern of footsteps. With Ellen otherwise engaged, she’d traded one partner for another. 

Patience running low, she slowed her tread for Jaime to catch up. This far from the city, she was no longer worried about people seeing them together. 

“Miss me?”

“Always,” she replied, a giggle hovering at her lips. 

The entered the hotel together, Jaime staying close as she checked them in for the night. He’d insisted many times that he was comfortable with the arrangements of the past week, though his unspoken concerns as they’d passed one another in the hostel hallways had been frequent. Clearly, he was just as relieved as she was to have reached this stage of the journey. Tomorrow's flight would take them both back to Northbridge and the normalcy that came with it.

Leaving the front desk with a smile, Arden pocketed the key cards and made a beeline to the elevator. The doors sealed shortly after, leaving her alone with Jaime for the first time in nearly a week.

“Did you--” 

“I can’t wait to--” she hesitated upon realizing that they’d been speaking over each other. 

Sorry, too excited there. 

Arden smiled knowingly. “You go first,” she prompted, reveling in the feeling of his proximity and the comparative silence. These past few days, her mind had been so full. 

He shifted closer, the flannel of his sleeve raising the hairs on her forearm. “I was going to ask if you’d filled that notebook with new leads. I know I only saw bits and pieces, but it seemed like things were going well.” 

“So well! You would not believe how believe how much intel I got talking with those women.” 

"I might, actually, considering your ‘secret weapon’...”

Arden winked at his exaggerated air quotes. 

“...Anyway, what were you saying?”

“I was saying that I can’t wait to get cleaned up and put on fresh clothes.”

Their legs swayed with the motion of the elevator before it stabilized. “You’ll have your chance soon.” 

Key in hand, Arden led him into the hallway until they reached room 437. Jaime was close behind, still taking his role as protector a little too seriously. “This place is going to seem like a mansion after the bedrooms in the hostel,” she mused as the light on the handle flicked from red to green.

She hit the switch for the overhead light as she passed, taking in the quaint accommodations with an appreciation born of recent experience. Sensing Jaime’s presence nearby, she looked up to find his attention directed to the center of the room. 

“There’s only one bed,” he whispered. The hand that had been floating at her side made contact, thumb finding its way beneath the hem of her sweatshirt.

“Of course there is.” She arched into his touch, leaning her head back until it nudged his collarbone. "We’ve been married and sharing a bed for four years, Jaime. Were you expecting me to book a room with two?”

His eyes screwed up with distaste. “I’d push them together if you did.” 

“And I’d help. Hostels are excellent for blending in and getting in on local gossip, but not so much for spending time together.” She dropped her bag to the chair and began searching for her small pack of toiletries. 

"I’m just saying, I’m glad we’re together tonight.” 

“I am too.” Locating the desired object, she ventured toward the ensuite. “Turns out, it’s hard for me to sleep without having you there to grope me all night.” 

“Grope?” 

She showed him a sliver of tongue when he joined her at the sink. “You know what I mean.” 

“I’ll keep my hands to myself tonight,” he threatened, though his thoughts told her a very different story.

“Ha ha,” she intoned blandly before cutting a length of floss. Jaime grazed her with a hip on his way to the faucet, and quiet reigned for a few moments as they completed their respective tasks. Though his mouth was obscured by a toothbrush, she could make out his smile by the squint in his eyes. 

She grinned back, leaning away from him momentarily to dispose of her floss. “Also, I never realized how much your breathing lulls me to sleep. The room at the hostel wasn’t quiet, but it was the wrong kind of noise if that makes sense.” Arden prepped her own toothbrush while she waited for him to spit. 

“Perfect sense. I kept expecting to hear you to start talking half-asleep like you usually do when you’ve been researching all day.” 

Her eyes widened at the undesireable prospect. “Let’s hope my poor roommates weren’t subjected to too much incoherent mumbling. I try to save that for you.” Arden shoved the toothbrush into her mouth, expecting Jaime would follow his normal routine and hop into the shower within moments.

As predicted, the faucet started running just seconds later. “There’s one thing I didn’t miss.” He’d chosen the perfect moment to make his revelation: he was out of sight, and she was unable to speak. 

It didn’t take long for curiosity to get the better of her. “Hmmhh?”

“You trying to tuck your ice-cold nose into my shoulder blade.” 

Arden rinsed her mouth quickly. “Sorry, but I can’t promise I won’t do it again. You’re awfully warm.” 

One end of the curtain opened to reveal her husband’s familiar face. Even from several feet away, Arden could make out the glimmer of water on his dark lashes. “As long as my days end with you next to me in bed, Arden, I don’t care what state you come in.” Although you did kind of stink earlier... And come to think of it, I’m very, very warm right now. 

Without waiting to hear anything further, she shed her jacket and sweatshirt onto their growing pile of clothes on the cold floor. She’d been planning to shower regardless; resisting her sudden urge to shower with him seemed foolish. 

“Thought so,” Jaime chuckled, pulling the curtain shut again as she entered from the other side. 

[ecofinisher]

Wedding in Japan - Chap 10

Chapter 10

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18972931/chapters/49817807

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13295790/10/Wedding-in-Japan

https://www.wattpad.com/792477346-wedding-in-japan-chapter-10

Mrs. Tsurugi sat at dinner time along with her husband and vice verse to her sat the mother of the groom and beside the woman a raven-haired Japanese and a much younger man eating ramen from their bowl. "I beg your pardon for my daughter's absence again Mrs. Miyamoto" Mr. Tsurugi apologized gazing at the woman. "Kagami is on her way to us, but it's taking longer cause she couldn't find an alternate flight on the previous airports and has to look for one at Vladivostok, " "You're forgiven. Circumstances like this may happen and that's something we can't stop" Mrs. Miyamoto told. "It's a little extreme for her to travel across Russia all by herself," The older Mr. Miyamoto said earning a nod from his wife and the son. "I hope she's doing fine. During travels you encounter the strangest people nowadays, sometimes it gets me anxious about it, "The young man explained. "What makes me a little relieved about the trip is that she wasn't the only one in this chaos, also an old friend of hers, which was also on his way to Tokyo. He's accompanying her so that both would get here without any problems' Mrs. Tsurugi mentioned, making the younger Miyamoto raise his eyebrows. "Who is that guy?" "Why does that matter to you, Hiroki?" The mother interrogated the man. "Just out of curiosity" Hiroki added and looked at Mrs. Tsurugi. "If this question isn't wished, I'll have to..." "He's just an old childhood friend of hers from Paris. They used to go to fencing together and she was along with him the best combatants" "I think Kagami told me about him, wasn't his name Adrien or something similar?" "Oh did she talk to you about him?" "Yeah quite an amount of time, but that was like a year after we met and then she didn't tell me anything more and I thought something had happened, but I didn't want to bother her with it" "They had a very good liaison with each other, I don't think there would be a problem between the two, " Mrs. Tsurugi mentioned making Hiroki nod. "I think Adrien was a very special person in her life" Hiroki confirmed, then shrieked as his mother placed her over his shoulder. "Just forget about him, you're engaged to her and nothing is going to get you two away from each other" "Yeah...." "Adrien Agreste is just a guest at the wedding, but if there's a problem with that we can talk about it" Mr. Tsurugi suggested earning a no from Hiroki. "No there's no problem and if she would like him to be present he can be there. For me, it doesn't matter" The young raven-haired man added. "Sure as long as he won't be a problem" Mrs. Miyamoto said seeing Tomoe Tsurugi nod. "Don't concern about him. He's history for her" Tomoe mentioned proceeding with the meal, followed by the others and Hiroki felt a little unsure about Tomoe's words, afterward he continued to eat to avoid the visitors to ask any questions.

Nino and Alya sat together at a cat coffee waiting for their order and Nino patted an orange tabby, that lied on his lap. "So you don't only get here coffee, but you also get the chance to pet a random cat in order to release the stress of work or something?" Nino asked earning a nod from Alya. "There over 100 cat coffee shops in Japan and for many people it's and tourists, it's a joy to be able to pet them and cuddle, when the cat allows it" "This one totally likes me, listen to him purring," Nino asked Alya which leaned closer to his lap to listen to the cat's noise. "Aww yeah, he's a nice guy, giving you so much love, right?" Alya asked patting the cat too, holding her hand closer to Nino's, who started to feel a little abashed at how close the woman got to him. "D...do you have any pets at home?" Nino questioned the woman, which nodded. "Back in France I and my sister Nora have Labrador mixed breed. Nora is most of the time out with her running and keeping herself fit with her. She's belongs more to Nora than me, but I still like her. She's like a best friend to me, she's always there when I feel sad" "Yeah dogs are great family members. A uncle of mine owned one for nearly 14 years and he said as he died it was for him as he lost his own child." "Yeah it's true" Alya agreed, then saw the waitress appear with their order and she sat back to let the waitress pass and place the coffee for the two in front of them. "Thank you," Both said taking their cup. "How many days is Adrien away to arrive Vlasdivostok?" Alya asked looking at Nino. "One day and a couple of hours now." The Moroccan answered. "He would call me, when he arrives Vladivostok or knows when he's able to come to Tokyo" "That's great, maybe although this wasnt planned he could enjoy the sight he had during the train ride" The journalist noted. "Just during cities and some landscapes. Otherwise he wasn't really excited about it." "Well they sat almost an entire week in a train, at least you get to see the greater things as you get in a 12 hour flight" "Yeah, that's true" Nino agreed taking a sip from his coffee, then widened his eyes as the tabby caressed the man with his back passing the tail under his chin tickling him, making Alya giggle. "Sweet" Nino grinned embarrassedly as the feline ribbed himself under the tan-skinned man's face and jumped down at the floor walking off. "Any plans for tonight or are you going to work?" The Morrocan asked as the woman drank a little bit of her coffee. "Work until late" Responded Alya. "Jordan and I still need to finish our research before we're done" "Nice" "Eventually the other day we could hang out again if you're interested" "You really want to?" Ninno asked astounded at the woman her question. "If you're interested of course, " "I don't think there's a problem" Nino responded making Alya smile. "Then that's a deal" The Martinic descendant woman responded taking her cup up to drink, followed by Nino which smiled at the joy of her company.

At dinner time around the Russian timezone, Adrien and Kagami sat in the bistro wagon eating Pelmini, a ravioli-like specialty filled with mashed meat. "I thought you would have liked this more than Olivierssalad or that crepe-like food with the sour creme filling" Adrien clarified to the woman, which listened to him while nodding slowly at the understanding. "It's alright, it's delicious just a little bit heavy for the night" "Yeah I think you're right" Adrien replied agreeing with the woman. "We could do like we did once at that fencing tournament in Lyon, jog around after the dinner?" Adrien suggested making Kagami chuckle. "Where? Outside the train?" Kagami asked making Adrien laugh. "Okay that's probably the most unrealistic suggestion unless we do it in the corridors of the train, I mean we did fence on the first day using two umbrellas, except I got myself hurt on one point, " "That was silly but I also enjoyed it" Kagami admitted earning a nod from the blonde. "Hey do you remember that morning we were supposed to be at the fencing practice, but instead we left through the wardrobe to meet Alix and Kim at the Trocadero to witness their challenge?" The Frenchman asked earning a nod from the woman, which grinned as she recalled that day. "Yes, I remember. Kim felt so embarrassed on that day, he thought he was going to beat her at some disciplines, yet he lost against her on all, " Kagami responded earning a nod from the blonde. "Yes and remember when he asked you during P.E lessons to climb the rope up to the top in less than ten seconds and after you demonstrated him it in nine seconds he was so convinced to beat your record to show off, that he lost his focus during the climbing and fell on top of Ivan?" "Oh yes I felt so bad for Ivan, he has been in the next days off school, because he had got from the crash a concussion." '"Yes that was even painful to see" "What about the sports day, where we both were rivals at the sack race and then I tried to guide you off the finish line and as I tripped and fell on the ground you tripped landing over me starting to laugh along with me and in the end all overpassed us and we were the last ones" "That was mean, you distracted me" Adrien protested which made Kagami laugh. "At least you succeeded in taking my spot at the first place away" "What about that time we went to London and at the Buckingham palace and you asked the guard for directions and he didn't tell you anything because he was on duty and wasn't allowed to move a muscle. Remember that, Kagami?" "I was so mad at you, why didn't you tell me that?" The Japanese descendant woman asked. "I legit didn't know that, " "That was so funny Kagami. Sorry, but I couldn't, " The blonde explained followed by the blue-haired woman laugh at the past memory. "Those times we spent together were remarkable. I miss our old times together" "You're not the only one missing them, Adri," Kagami said placing her hand on the table next to the glass with a plastic-made light formed like as candlelight. Adrien smiled at the mention of his nickname Kagami used to call Adrien once in a while when they were pre-teens. "Rarely I have heard someone nickname me again, mostly from you," Adrien mentioned dropping his hand on the other side of the candle. "We haven't seen us for what....five years?" Asked Kagami making the blonde nod. "I would still have called you like that when you liked it, but we both were separated" "That separation was hard for me to deal with. I lost a great friend" Adrien told the woman sadly. Kagami smiled a little at the blonde's confession about how he felt after the separate ways they had to go. "It wasn't only difficult for you to deal with" Kagami referred to the blonde placing her hand over his patting it to cheer him up. "I was so used in living in Paris and have you there as my best friend and your classmates' hospitability and silliness. It was so much harder to let go and move on in Japan. It's my home country and every I was back in Japan to see every one of my family I was happy but.....there was something that kept me somehow holding me back, " Kagami explained the blonde, which listened carefully at her words and took his other hand to place it over hers. "Have you ever found it out, what it was?" Adrien asked gazing into her brown eyes as she had eye contact with the blonde locking hers with his emerald green eyes. The light in the wagon got dimmed lowly, making a few passengers that were dining along with the two childhood friends in the same wagon look around wondering why it got dark. From behind the bar, where the guests can order the food in front stood Luka Couffaine watching the cashier hand out to him the microphone and he whispered at the person next to him, which picked up the microphone and observed Luka open the case of his guitar to take it out, then he leaned back on the counter and waited for the guest to hold the microphone in front of his mouth. "This song I dedicate two friends I've met here on this train after having never seen them for over a couple of years," Luka stated then plunking on his guitar to play his solo. Adrien and Kagami looked at each other and back to Luka, which kept playing his notes, soon as he was ready he started to sing. "Have you ever expected? That we would meet again or did you do? All my life seemed so dull with your full absence. Never felt so empty....." Kagami glimmered surprised at the voice of the man, that sang for her and Adrien, then saw Adrien on his seat watching Luka's performance, soon few passengers got up to dance together and as Adrien saw it he looked at Kagami, which observed the people dancing and he got up from his chair, then before he stepped up in front of his crush he took a deep breath and exhaled the air out and gazed down at the girl holding his right hand out, causing her to pay attention and look up at him to see him holding hid hand at her. "Do you like to have the honor to dance?" Adrien asked making Kagami smile enamored with the idea and placed her right hand over his. "I'd love to" Replied the Japanese woman getting up from the chair, following the blonde to the middle of the wagon to dance along. "Have you ever expected? That our lives would cross like that again and give us this new chance" "This makes me think of something" Kagami mentioned observing Adrien look at her to listen, what she was going to say. "When we all were called to dance at the royal wedding" "Right I was afraid on that day I wouldn't be a quite good dancer, but it went better with the time" Adrien recounted watching the woman smile. "I had a private dance teacher at home and I had sometimes to dance with Nathalie to practice how to guide a woman during the dance" "Ah, I remember you told me that at the Royal dance too." "Yeah, I did" "You're quite good at it. I'm impressed" Kagami complimented the blonde, which smiled pleased with the results of the past lessons he had a long time ago. "Have you ever felt this way for me as I have felt it for you. Is this what love is? I'm feeling different. Is that what love is, love is?" The two attempted to go along with the rhythm of the melody of the French guitarist and they kept their eyes locked at each others with a soft smile plastered on their face. "I lived being used to misfortunes and broken promises, but you were the only one to satisfy then and With the time I've begun, reciprocating your own desires. Starting to enjoy the new path of my journey and living the life on the brand new line" Adrien and Kagami had glanced at the raven-haired singer and back at each other liking the song he had presented the passengers in the cabin, then Adrien smiled a little abashed and rolled his eyes away from then girl, which smiled amorously at the blonde and leaned her forehead on his making him wide his eyes in surprise at the move of the Japanese woman. "Have you ever felt this way for me as I have felt it for you. Is this what love is? I'm feeling different. Is that what love is, what love is" Luka paused with the voice and played a short solo on his guitar for his song, then observed the pairs around the room dancing and then he searched for a certain blonde and witnessed him dancing with his crush, which now lied her head on the blonde's chest, making the blonde open his mouth in surprise and look at Luka with an excited face at Luka's plan having succeed. Luka winked at the friend, which observed the Japanese woman with a soft smile enjoy the stay in the warmth of his arms and he appreciated the presence of the woman in his arms, slowly moving to the song of the man, which continued with the next verse of the lyric, eventually leading the man into the second time in performing the original new product.

[shenkizoo]

Trickster (LokixReader)

Summary: You and Loki are close friends and you think you had fallen in love with him, until one day a guest comes to the palace of Asgard.

[Set before the events of Thor]

A/N: Hope you enjoy this first chapter like I enjoyed writing it! I had some ideas about how the end this fic, but then I thought that it could be fun hearing also some opinion, so tell me what do you expect from the next chapter(s) if you like ;)

Chapter 1: A guest

It was early afternoon when you, as usual, could be found in the library of the castle with Loki, the both of you reading a book, well, he was reading, while you were leaning on his right shoulder, listening to his voice.

You had your eyes closed, when at some point you couldn’t hear Loki’s voice anymore, so you opened your eyes and turned your head to look at him.

“Why did you stop?” you asked him

“I have to go now” he smiled, closing the book softly and laying his right hand on your head as a silent request for you to move from his side so he could get up.

“Oh” disappointment was in your voice

“I’m sorry, royal duties” he got up as you fully laid on the couch you two were previously sitting on

You hummed and smiled at him “and what could these duties ever be?”

He smiled back “we have a guest from another realm and I have to be there with the royal family to welcome him”

“And do you really, really have to go?” you pouted a bit

“Don’t be silly” he giggled as he headed to the exit “see you tomorrow” he winked at you as he exited the library.

You sighed and looked at the ceiling as soon as Loki exited, you rubbed your closed eyelids before gazing at the door longingly.

  The next day when you woke up you didn’t feel hungry, so, instead, after getting ready, you went outside to take a stroll at the local market.

Staying between the common people was like a breath of fresh air from your life at Odin’s court, sure you loved the people who lived there, but you always had to follow some etiquette, and sometimes this became suffocating. The only moments when you could relax, maybe, were when you were with Loki.

Loki. You sighed when your thoughts lead you to him, you were utterly fascinated by him since you were a child and were able to see him only at public events, he was incredibly skilled with magic for one of his age and you couldn’t deny that you had always been attracted by this trait of his.

So when you were able to talk to him you felt really lucky, you cherished that memory, when the two of you were still children. You found him in the forest near your house, the one where you usually went when you wanted to be alone, he was trying to hide from his brother who wanted to force him to train in the art of fighting, you had laughed at his disgusted expression and agreed to not say anything to anyone about him hiding there. You decided to keep him company, so the two of you started to talk about anything and everything, until the sun started to set and he claimed that he had to return to the castle before dinner, but not before promising that he would’ve been there also the day after.

And so the two of you kept meeting almost everyday in the woods, until one day you found him in your room, surprising you with his new learned teleporting trick. As soon as he learned how to disguise himself with his magic the two of you were also able to go around your village without anyone recognizing him.

You and Loki were in your teen age when he started to sneak you in the palace or teleporting you in any place you even mentioned you wanted to visit, your father eventually came to know about your friendship with the younger prince and was always supportive, also treating Loki as only one of your friends, never as a member of the royal family.

Finally you became of age and Loki was now able to recommend you as a member of the court, of course Frigga had helped to convince Odin to let a normal peasant join, having seen how her younger son cared about this matter.

And now here you were, missing your normal life sometimes, but enjoying the family you found at the palace as Odin and Frigga became attached to you like you were one of their children and Thor having adopted you like you were his sister.

After saying hello to your old friends and paying a visit to your father, you decided to head back to the castle.

“(Y/n)!” it was the voice of Thor, who was running towards you to engulf you in a hug, leaving his brother and what seemed to be another guy behind.

“We were worried about you” Loki said after having reached calmly the two of you with who you assumed was the guest he was talking about yesterday.

“Aw did you miss me?” you poked the blond god in the side

“Well, mostly it was Loki, I knew that you were probably in the village” Thor answered, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at his brother with a smirk.

“Uh… you didn’t show yourself at breakfast today and you were gone for all this morning and-“ you smirked at the raven haired prince, while he was trying to justify himself and interrupted him.

“You don’t need to explain anything” you laughed, hugging him, when you heard someone clear their throat

“It seems like we forgot to introduce you to our guest” Thor said apologetically

“There’s no problem” you and the unknown man said in unison and smiled at each other when you heard the other say the same thing.

“I’m (y/n)” you bowed politely

“I’m Olvir” the other man curtsied, while you took a moment to admire his beautiful features: hair blond, almost white, his eyes were of a deep bluish purple, contrasting his light skin, his frame was tall, slightly shorter than Loki’s one. You noticed, when he pulled his head up, the soft waves of his hair reaching his shoulders and bouncing slightly as he winked at you.

You kept staring in awe until Thor cleared his throat “Care to join us in a walk through the castle?”

“Yes” you answered immediately, whipping your head to face the older prince, missing the confused gaze Loki was giving you.

  “So you’re a trickster too?” you asked to the man on your left, while you walked with your right arm intertwined with Loki’s one

“My magic can barely be called a ‘trick’” Olvir and the prince on your right answered together, the first with a shrug, the latter with an almost offended tone.

“Come on brother, you perfectly know (y/n) is right” Thor smirked from the other side of Olvir.

The four of you had a long walk and were now directed towards the dining hall to have lunch.

“If they call you a trickster there have to be a reason” you laughed

“Well, the reason is not that my magic can be compared to simple tricks” he almost spat the final part of the phrase

“Relax, we were just joking” you continued to laugh squeezing his arm

“You two are engaged, right?” Olvir smiled between you and Loki

Your mouth remained agape, unable to form a sentence. So, instead, the prince answered for you “no, we’re just friends”

“I see”

“(Y/n) is more like one of the family” Thor said after his unusual long period of silence

“Oh, that’s good news” the albino whispered to himself

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Loki smiled feigning politeness

“Oh nothing” he promptly smiled

“Come my friend, you don’t have to be shy around us” the blond boomed with his usual loud and cheery voice

The magician looked at you as you nodded smiling at him and he smiled back “yeah, I’m glad I’ve already found some friends” he was talking to Thor, but his eyes stayed on you and you felt Loki’s grip tighten around your arm, but decided to not give too much importance to it.

   “What was that?” Loki asked at some point when the two of you were in the library, him reading a book and you still going through the shelves to choose a book

“What was what?” you asked, turning your head to look at Loki

“You know, before lunch, you and Olvir” he looked at you like you had to understand immediately after that explanation

“Yeah… umh, what about us?”

“You and him were all giggly and smiling and talking and-“

“I’m sorry but I can’t understand your point” you were now fully turned towards the prince, leaning on the shelves and your arms crossed with a confused expression on your face

“What do you mean?” Loki frowned and closed his book

“What do you mean” you stressed the word ‘you’ “of course I was smiling and talking, isn’t that the way to welcome a guest?”

“Yes, but it didn’t seem like that”

“And what did it seem, then?”

Loki opened his mouth to answer, when he was interrupted by the sound of the door being opened

“Hey Olvir” you smiled at him “did you need something?”

“Actually I just wanted to visit the library” he smiled politely at you

“You like reading too?” you asked in wonder

“I love reading” he smiled, this time more genuinely, until he giggled at your excited face

“Wonderful!” you exclaimed “ehy Loki, did you hear?” you smiled in his direction

Said man rolled his eyes and reopened his book “I did” he huffed, resuming his reading

You also rolled your eyes and reached the albino “don’t mind that grumpy god” you smiled as you heard another huff “come” you took Olvir’s hand in yours and proceeded to lead him through the library “I’ll show you my favourite books”

  The raven haired god sighed, he wasn’t able to concentrate on his reading and you had vanished in the library with the family guest, so he decided to go away from there, where he still didn’t know, but preferred not to stay there a minute longer.

He sighed again as he thought about the looks Olvir was giving you. He was lucky you didn’t know he was a prince too, but to think about it, you were one to not care about these things at all, you were one of the first to befriend him for what he was as a person and not for his social status; still now, as you became part of Odin’s court, you kept visiting your old friend in the village. If you felt that someone was worth loving you loved them for what they were.

Loki was so lost thinking about you that he almost bumped into his mother

“Be careful, my son” she smiled down at Loki as he stopped him by the shoulders

“Sorry, mother” he nodded politely and moved to resume his walk

“Shouldn’t you be in the library with (y/n)?” Frigga’s voice stopped him in his track

“She already has the company of our guest” the prince didn’t even turn around

“Oh, I see” she smiled softly “do you wish some company in your lonely walking?”

Loki turned around and stayed silent for a bit, uncertain “please” he finally whispered

   “And she totally forgot about me as they went away talking about books!” Loki ended his heated speech with his hands messing up his hair

“Loki, losing the temper is not like you” Frigga said, amused by his son behaviour “and, if you permit me, I think (y/n) is just being her usual self, trying to be nice with everyone”

Loki only grunted in response and turned his head on the other side

“How come every time we talk about (y/n) you become so sensitive?” the All-mother asked, even if she knew the answer

“I care about her” he answered in an obvious tone

“Yes, and what else?”

“I-“ he started, then gulped, before continuing “I love her” he admitted, closing his eyes, feeling a weight being lifted from his shoulders “I love her and not in a friendly way, I love her with all my heart, I want her to be mine, I want her to be happy, I want her to proudly present me as his husband, I want to wake in the morning with her beside me and just being able to hug and kiss her and ask her to stay a little bit more before getting up and I want to call her mine” he finished in a whisper, before burying his face in his hands, while his elbows were on his knees.

The queen stroked Loki’s back in an affectionate way “Then why don’t you tell her? I’m sure she feels the same”

“How can you say it?” the prince’s voice came muffled by his hands

“I can see the way she acts around you”

“Like?” the man turned his head to look at his mother “Nicely? She acts like this with everyone, she is sweet and caring with every people she encounters, she literally has everyone falling to her feet”

“My son-“

“Mother, I’m not suitable for her, then why can’t I stand her being with another man?” he sighed

“That’s how love works, Loki” she smiled gently, stroking his head as he sighed again.

   “Yes, you just have to wait until- oh, here he is! Hey Loki!” you waved at him as soon as you saw him entering the dining hall with his mother.

Loki looked at you, already sat at the table in your usual spot, with Olvir on your right. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the sight of you two together as he sat in front of you and next to Thor, at the head of the table sat Odin and Frigga went to sit on his right.

“We were talking about magic, you know, Olvir is a great wizard, I bet he is also one of the best in his realm” you said with an excited tone

“I wouldn’t expect any less from the soon to be king” Odin smiled at his guest

You turned to your right with wide eyes “You’re a prince? Why didn’t you tell me?” you said, every ‘un-regal’ action you did in front of him coming to your memory, you didn’t even follow the etiquette! “why didn’t anyone told me!” you buried your face in your hands in embarrassment

“Our guest doesn’t like being called by his title” Thor smiled at the mentioned man “but I thought that he had finally decided to tell you after all the time you spent together”

You lifted your face from your hands and looked at the albino who softly spoke “I’m sorry lady (y/n), but I didn’t want you treating me any different from the genuine nice way you were already treating me”

You blushed a bit at his words and started to stutter some excuses “N-no I should be the one to say sorry”

“No sense” Olvir started softly “never in my existence shall I permit a beautiful lady like yourself to apologize for a matter of little importance like this”

Your eyes widened and your blush grew more evident as you tried to avoid everyone’s gaze “I… thanks” you whispered with a shy smile as Loki rolled his eyes at all the scene.

The food was served and Loki spoke up “lady (y/n)” you jerked your head up from the plate “care to explain why were you waiting for me before?”

“Oh, right” you smiled, cleaning your mouth with the napkin “I thought that, since the both of you like magic and books, you and Olvir could become great friends”

Both the prince and the albino looked at each other immediately, surprised by your words “I think you’re right, my dear” Olvir began, looking at you sweetly “we just need to spend some time together”

You turned your head towards Loki, expecting him to say something as well “I… think you’re right” he cleared his throat “we can see each other tomorrow morning” the prince perfectly managed to hide his disgust with his usual warm voice.

“Great!” you smiled between the both of them.

 At some point during the dinner you didn’t feel well, so you started poking Loki’s leg with your foot under the table, as soon as you caught his attention he turned to look at you “I’m not feeling really well” you whispered to him.

“You want me to accompany you to your chambers?” he whispered back and you nodded, he smiled reassuringly at you and got up, excusing himself as you followed, leaving the others to wonder what had happened.

“Lean on me” he said to you, you obeyed and he proceeded to lift you in his arms, one arm around your shoulders and the other under your knees.

“You don’t need to carry me like this” you whispered as you putted one of your arm around his neck and leaned your head on his chest, the other arm resting on your stomach.

“You look so horrible that it looks like you can’t even walk on your own feet” plus he loved having you in his arms

“You don’t talk like that to a lady, you know” you laughed weakly

“I’m sorry, my lady” he giggled as you closed your eyes to soak in his sweet voice, you loved when he called you ‘my lady’ and luckily he was sustaining you, or else your legs would’ve refused to keep you standing.

You arrived in front of your door as he putted you down to open it and helping you to lay on the bed.

“Thanks Loki, you can go now” you whispered weakly, you truly were grateful for his help, but you didn’t have the strength to say anything more.

“You look pale, my dear. Are you sure you want me to go away?” you looked at him smiling, his ‘my dear’ sure was different from Olvir’s one, it made your heart flutter one more time that night.

“I will be good by tomorrow”

“Ok then… I won’t insist any further” he smiled sadly at you, giving you a kiss on the forehead to heal you a bit with his magic. He had to do it subtly as you didn’t permit him to use his healing magic on you, because you knew that every time he used his magic to heal someone he would lose a bit of his strength.

“I know what you did” you eyed him suspiciously

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” the prince shrugged and left your room as you rolled your eyes playfully.

   The next day you felt a lot better and Loki came to check on you. After making sure you didn’t need anything he left to meet with Olvir and you resumed your sleep.

The program was to meet the albino at the training fields. That was an isolated area so early in the morning and Loki did not have any idea why the albino wanted to meet right there, but he decided not to ask, maybe he just wanted to practice some magic with him.

“Prince Loki” an elegant voice came from behind him “you’re early”

“So are you” the raven haired man raised a brow “why did you want to meet right here?”

“Mh? Why?” the blond tilted his head

“Yes, with all the places where we could have meet-”

“Oh!” Olvir suddenly exclaimed in realization “to talk without anyone bothering us” he smiled, gesturing to a bench.

As the two sat down the Asgardian prince opened his mouth to talk, when the other soon interrupted him “I know you like (y/n)”

“Uh?” the green eyed man was shocked, how did he know? Why bring up that matter?

“Don’t try to pretend this isn’t true, I know this and I want to warn you” Loki raised his eyebrows as the other prince resumed his speech “I want her, she’s so caring, gentle and so naïve, I’ve never had a woman like that” he said with a dreamy expression.

“So you want her just to add her to the collection of women you bedded?” Loki felt anger building up inside him.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much it”

“You’re a fool if you think she will fall for it” Loki laughed bitterly

“We will see” Olvir shrugged and went to walk away, when Loki grabbed him by the collar and pushed him to the wall

“If you only dare to lay a finger on her I swear: you will suffer the greatest pain you could ever imagine, I will destroy you” he whispered menacingly, his face going from contracted by anger to confused as he heard the other man laugh

“It will be my pleasure to see your world coming down, then”

“Is this the reason why you revealed your intentions to me?” the Asgardian growled

“Of course!” the other laughed, freeing himself from the grip and walking inside, leaving Loki alone in the now empty field.

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hey, are u taking supercorp prompts?? If you are, please write this one: kara and lena being comfortable of being barely naked around each other and touching and all of this start because lena stay a night on kara's place and kara is not used to use pants for sleep and they cuddle to sleep... like a pre-relationship fluff when everyone thinks they're dating because of the way they act around each other but they aren't (yet) it got a little confused im sorry lol

Note: Anon, I took some liberties with the prompt. Hope that’s alright.

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The problem, in retrospect, was that Kara asked Alex whether this was something straight human girls did on the regular, and Alex swore up and down that it was, and that Kara had nothing to be wary of. Though it was Kara’s fault really, since Alex had proceeded to back up her claim by citing Animal House and Glee, and Kara, who unlike Alex had seen neither in her turbulent teenage years, took Alex’s expertise at face value.

The Situation itself began a couple months after the whole Rhea and Mon-El mess and followed hot at the heels of the Revealing Herself as Supergirl to Lena mess, which had resulted in a lot of shocked gasps and wide-eyed stares of hurt on Lena’s part that left Kara feeling kind of rotten on the inside. There were a lot of texts exchanged with emoji-less one-line replies, a lot of special flowers deliveries from Supergirl across the National City skyline, and a lot of sustainable organic vegan kale chocolates that mysteriously appeared at Lena’s doorsteps early weekend mornings. When Lena was finally ready to forgive her, they had dinner at Kara’s that ended with both of them drunk on different drinks and ranting agreeably at each other about men, mothers, and aliens.

What happened next was a bit of a blur to Kara, but this was Kara deduced:

Kara was not used to wearing pants to sleep, which meant she must have shucked them off at some point in the night out of discomfort—which was how they ended up over her lamp.

Lena must have felt the same, and done the same thing, which was why her dress hung over Kara’s dresser.

She and Lena had always been very tactile with each other, so of course they were also tactile with each other on Kara’s bed, drunk. Which would explain the cuddling.

Also,

There was no reason, no reason at all James and Winn had to barge into her bedroom in the morning like that.

“You weren’t answering your phone!” was James’s excuse over the phone ten minutes after he and Winn skedaddled out of her apartment at the sight of Kara and L-Corp’s CEO tangled together, mostly naked, in Kara’s bed. “We thought you were—I don’t know. We were supposed to go over that presentation of the effects of lead atmosphere on plant life at the DEO, and you weren’t there—”

“Did you really sleep with Lena Luthor?” was Winn’s question. He sounded a bit awed.

“No,” Kara said, glancing at Lena, who was shifting beneath the covers. “We were drunk, alright? I couldn’t fly; she couldn’t drive. So she stayed over. That’s it.”

“Well,” James said. “As long as you’re safe. Just get everything tidied up on your end and come over. We’ll tell J’onn that you were… otherwise occupied.”

Kara groaned. “Do you really have to phrase it that way?”

Lena woke a few minutes later, silently, in small moments: twitching, blinking her eyes open, then tilting her head to look up at Kara. When she smiled, that too was a small thing, but Kara felt the warmth of it spreading through her entire body like a yellow sun.

“Hey,” Lena said.

“How’d you feel?” Kara asked.

“Like I’ve been wrung dry,” Lena said, wry.

Kara laughed. “You know, that alien stuff really was potent. I can’t remember anything after laughing at your Alaskan penguin story.”

Lena, who had been stretching luxuriously beneath the morning sunlight, baring her smooth skin to the room—paused, again in the slightest movement. She asked, “Nothing at all?”

“No,” Kara said. She glanced at Lena. “I mean—did I—”

“No,” Lena said, and she sounded reassuring, so Kara believed her. She was looking for something on the ground. “No. You were definitely adorable while drunk, but—no.”

“Looking for this?” Kara said, handing her the dress.

“Yes,” Lena said, laughing softly at herself. “Thank you.”

When Lena was leaving the apartment, Kara slid her hand into Lena’s and said, “You know, last night was really fun. We should do it again. With maybe less—substances.”

Lena searched Kara’s eyes, then nodded. “Let’s. I’m glad we made up. I’ve missed you, these past few weeks.”

“Me too,” Kara said, breathless with happiness.

So it got to be a bit of a tradition, afterwards.

It was great to be able to hang out more often with Lena. They never got to see each other enough over the past year, and the sleepovers became their own little dates apart from their other friends. And Kara liked the sleepover aspects of it too. She liked watching horrible Netflix documentaries with Lena late into the night. She liked falling asleep with Lena by her side, because Lena was soft and warm and smelled nice. And she liked Lena being the first thing she saw when she woke up. She liked making breakfast with Lena—or for her, when Lena slept in after a long day at work.

When she told Winn and James this at Noonan’s one day, they looked at each other, then back at her.

“Kara—” James began, sliding his glass away.

“We think you like Lena Luthor,” Winn said. “In a I-want-to-make-babies-with-her sort of way.”

“What?” Kara said.

James shot Winn a glare. “In a romantic sort of way,” James corrected.

Winn waved his hand dismissively.

“It’s not like that,” Kara said. She fidgeted with her glasses to force herself to calm down. “It’s just— Look, neither of us had a lot of girl friends growing up, okay? So we both missed out on a lot of the—silly teen stuff, you know. Sleepovers. Pillow fights. Gossiping. Braiding each other’s hair.”

Winn looked at Kara’s elaborate fishtail braid and nodded, impressed.

“If we’re closer to each other than other people are, it’s just because we both don’t know how other girls behave,” Kara said.

“And that’s fine,” James said. “And I mean, obviously, you think of yourself as—” He paused delicately.

“Straight,” Winn supplied.

James’s lips twitched unhappily, but he continued, “And this would be a big change in that—perspective. And that can be terrifying. But you have to know that the people around you will be supportive. Me and Winn—obviously. Your sister—that goes without saying. J’onn—has more or less gone on with the assumption that you and Lena are dating—”

“What?” Kara said.

“Well, after the day Winn and I saw you together—with Lena— We didn’t mention Lena by name, of course, but you’ve talked about her so often that he… filled in the blanks.”

“Dude, it’s fine, let me,” Winn said, when Kara made more indignant sputtering noises. James raised his hands to yield the floor. Winn turned to Kara. “So you know how we, like, both at a thing for you at around the same time a couple years ago and then both got over it and now are friends?”

“Oh god,” James was saying.

“Yeah?” Kara said faintly.

“Thankfully, because of that, we’ve actually both discovered a very simple way to test whether two people are, like you said, ‘just friends.’ Are you ready for it?”

Kara looked at James. “Should I be scared?”

“Probably.”

“What it’s called,” Winn pressed on, “is the ‘Would I Be Ridiculously Happy If She Were My Girlfriend’ Test.”

Later that week, Kara whipped out the test after she and Lena returned from watching the latest Melissa McCarthy comedy. They were in Lena’s apartment this time.

The test is simple, Winn had said. At every possible moment you’re with her, ask yourself the question: Would I be ridiculously happy if she were my girlfriend?

So when they were on Lena’s sofa discussing a topic at least four times removed from the movie, Kara popped herself the question, and boom—she suddenly had a vision of herself, cupping Lena’s face and stealing a kiss.

When Lena reached into her top cupboard to retrieve a mug, Kara asked herself the question, and boom—she was imagining herself lifting Lena up, as easily as one would a feather, kissing Lena when Lena turned back and giggled.

When Lena said, “I’m going to shower before I head to bed,” Kara saw herself stepping into the shower with Lena, and Lena laughing as she pulled her in.

When Lena came of the shower with only a towel wrapped around her torso, Kara saw herself smoothing back Lena’s hair and pressing her forehead against Lena’s.

When Lena briefly dropped her towel to pull on her underwear, Kara thought her head was going to explode.

Which was how she called Alex for the second time the morning after a sleepover with Lena.

“I think I’m bi,” Kara told Alex as soon as the line connected.

“Oh,” Alex said. “Oh. Congratulations. Thank you for telling me—”

“Alex, I love you, you’re the best sister in the world, and I promise you I’ll explain everything afterwards, but I need to talk to Maggie about this,” Kara said, because she finally realized that Alex was the sort of lucky bastard in the world who got engaged to the first person she fell in love with and really, really was not in the position to offer advice for anyone’s love life.

Maggie was laughing when she came on the phone, and laughing again when Kara finished the story of last night.

“So what do I do?” Kara asked anxiously.

“Well,” Maggie said. “First I’ll say that you and your sister really are super, Danvers.”

Kara muffled her groan in a throw pillow.

“Second, I’d say that you aren’t so much worried about being bi as you are about your relationship with Lena, aren’t you?”

Kara thought this over. “No,” she agreed.

“And how would you advise a straight friend with their straight love interest about how to deal with their straight romantic troubles?”

Kara blinked. “Talk to the other person.”

“There you go,” Maggie said cheerfully. “Congrats on discovering the wonderful world of loving girls, by the way. You know your sister and I will be rooting for you.”

Kara did explain everything to Alex, as well as James and Winn, over Settlers of Catan and chow mein at the end of the week. All three of them had solemn, rehearsed speeches prepared. They were happy she was brave enough to come out to them, they were grateful that she trusted them with this development, and they pledged to keep this fact to themselves unless she wished they shared it. The whole thing, even Alex’s portion, sounded like something pulled out of the straight ally handbook. Kara laughed and hugged them all.

They brainstormed ways of dealing with the Lena problem but were all sooner or later distracted by attempts to get the Longest Road Catan card or the call to save one lone alien from another rogue alien on the intersection of 10th and Downing Street. The rogue alien mugging actually ballooned into a whole separate issue dealing with intergalactic property rights and interplanetary court systems, and by the time her and Lena’s next date came around, Kara had nothing in the arsenal to last her through the evening.

They chose Netflix for the day: Lena wanted to check out Merlin because one of her assistants promised good things about it. While preparing the popcorn, Kara nearly let the bag slip from her hand and pressed the wrong buttons on her microwave three times before finally getting the whole thing running—and then realized she put it on the wrong setting entirely.

“I saw that you gave up on electrical devices and just used your heat vision,” Lena said, teasing, when Kara returned with a bowl of popcorn. “If there are malfunctions in your microwave, you know, I can fix it.”

“What? Oh no no,” Kara said. “I was just—testing out… myself. It’s good training, you know. Good control. Popcorn is a great training tool. That’s what my cousin always says too. Yup.”

Kara forced herself to laugh in three beats: Ha ha ha. Lena gave her a strange look.

Kara absorbed nothing from the first episode because her attention was wholly focused on Lena’s arm, which was slung over the top of the couch, fingers inches away from Kara’s neck. Occasionally, Lena would grab a handful of popcorn without looking and accidentally brush against Kara’s hair. Kara thought her heart was going to stop every instance this happened, but at the same time, she wondered—if Lena would reach just a little farther—rest her palm on Kara’s nape and gently pull her in for a kiss—

Nope. Bad thoughts. Bad Kara. Very bad. She grabbed fistfuls of popcorn and began eating them aggressively, much to Lena’s amusement.

In the end, it happened like this:

After Netflix, Lena stretched and tipped herself sideways to rest her head on Kara’s shoulder. She smelled like cinnamon.

“I think I’m ready to go to bed,” Lena said. She peered up at Kara beneath heavy lashes. “Join me?”

The guilt was all of a sudden too much, and Kara grabbed Lena by the shoulders and pushed her back so they were face-to-face with a good two feet of distance between them. Kara felt like her whole face was on fire, and if she kept silent any longer, steam would be whistling from her ears.

“Lena, listen,” Kara said. “I’ve realized something recently. And I feel like I need to tell you.”

“What is it?” Lena said, moving closer in concern.

Kara squeaked as she leaned back in tandem. “Um. It’s alright. I’m fine. Physically.”

She let her arms drop to the top of her criss-crossed legs.

“Lena, I think I like you. Romantically.” Kara forced her eyes to stay steady on her friend’s. “I only realized that recently. And I think—I think I want to date you. Because I like you. But I know you’ve never said anything about liking girls—so— I hope either way we can stay friends. But I just wanted to tell you that. That I really like you.”

By the end of her stilted little speech, she had dropped her gaze down to her hands, waiting for Lena’s verdict. As the silent stretched on, Kara imagined all the horror and anger and disgust that Lena was feeling, and Kara felt so ashamed of herself—really, why had she ever thought it was a good idea—

Lena cupped Kara’s chin.

“I feel the same way. Maybe since the first time I saw you,” Lena said softly. Time itself seemed crystalized; the outside world was a forgotten memory. Kara felt as though she was but a relic of a time when time was, silent and given only to the examination under Lena’s pale eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

And Kara could only breathe out, “Of course.”

“The first night I slept over,” Lena confessed, some hours later, as she lied next to Kara, “you told me I was beautiful, and you wanted to kiss me.”

“I did?”

“Well, you told me I was beautiful,” Lena said, smiling ruefully, “but you didn’t kiss me.”

Kara entangled her fingers with Lena’s. “That’s too bad. We could’ve been doing this sooner.”

“No. I think it was too early for you,” Lena said. “For us. We’d just made up. I don’t think you knew consciously, what you said then. And I didn’t know if you would still want the same things sober. It would’ve been bad timing all around.”

“Oh.”

Lena turned to face her. “When you told me you were Supergirl, I had this—silly notion in my head that, ah, there was no way you would like me now. Supergirl had been this sort of—quintessential straight girl, you understand. At least in my head.”

Kara laughed.

“I know, it’s ridiculous. Stereotypes.” Lena rolled her eyes. “So I guess I was—I was half heart-broken too, when I was ignoring you.”

“I didn’t know,” Kara said softly.

“That’s why the night of the crazy drinking, that was when I thought, Maybe.”

Kara gasped. “So all this time you were trying to seduce me?”

“No. Yes.” Lena bit her lip and looked at her. “Maybe a little?”

Kara laughed and buried her face in Lena’s head. “Well, here I am. Seduced. What are you going to do with me?”

Lena grinned. “Wicked things.”

Kara leaned over to kiss Lena. “I look forward to it.”

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A Honeymoon long delayed (Percabeth Fiction)

Hello to the people of the world... Before you judge me, let me inform you that I have my exams going and though I am insomniac, I am still sleep deprived. Zzz. All the spelling errors are on purpose. Read it out, you will understand... Disclaimer: Only the plot twist is mine, rest is already taken by the Maestro Riordan and exquisite Madam Rowling. The Ending "Witches and Wizards, we are gathered here today to celebrate the wedding of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase." The crowd was rather rambunctious, which was not really a surprise, considering that it was made up mostly of Chases and their friends. But they were all happy for what was going on, although Malcolm still had a small grudge against Percy, although no-one really knew why. Not even Malcolm. The old, white-haired officiant was pleased to see the love shining between the two. He had performed the ceremony for many, many couples, but had never seen such an obvious love. It was almost tangible--he could practically feel the bonds between them. After having prone the Blessing upon the happy couple, he started waving his wand in the intricate dance of the Joining Ritual. But halfway through, he stopped. "Most odd," he murmured to himself. Percy and Annabeth looked at the old man in surprise, but were ignored as the official started waving his wand in a different sort of motion. The results of this spell seemed surprising to him, and he performed another one, slightly different but still rather intricate. The couple looked back at each other, then at the official, who seemed to have finished his spell. "What is it?" asked Percy, worried that here, at the culmination of all his hopes and dreams, something would happen yet again to deny him happiness. Annabeth gripped his hands tighter and moved closer to him. "Well, it seems that there's something already binding you together," the old man said. Percy and Annabeth looked at each other in consternation. "What do you mean?" Annabeth asked quietly. "I mean," he said softly, smiling. "You're already married." oooooooooo Earlier Percy couldn't stand it anymore. He was at the Burrow, planning to leave to go hunt for the Horcruxes the next day. And Annabeth was just one floor below him. They'd talked, after Dumbledore's death, about what Percy had to do, and what Annabeth would have to do, and what they would have to do. They'd been together now for over two years, and Percy knew that he'd never find anyone else who would mean as much to him as Annabeth did. Percy's suggestion that they pretend to break up was not received well, but then, he hadn't really wanted to do so anyway, so he was rather easy to convince otherwise. Finally he got out of his camp bunk and quietly crept over to the door. Keeping an eye on Malcolm, who was snoring noisily, he carefully turned the knob and opened the door. Door open far enough, he slipped through and gently pulled it shut behind him. He turned around and barely managed to stop himself from screaming like a little girl. Annabeth was standing right in front of him, a grin on her face. "Looks like you had the same idea I had," she whispered. Percy gave a small grin back to her and reached for her. She came into his arms and kissed him deeply, but when he made to pull her even closer, she backed away. "Come with me, Percy," she said, and pulled him along behind her as she went down the stairs. Out in the orchard was a hammock, and the two teens climbed into it carefully, knowing of its tendency to dump people onto the ground whenever it wanted to. Once arranged, they lay next to each other quietly, gently touching and murmuring, until Annabeth got that look in her eyes. "Percy," she said hesitantly, "will you do something for me before you go, please?" "Wise Girl, you know I'd do anything for you. What do you want?" "I want to sleep with you, Percy," she said softly. "Um, Annabeth, I thought we were going to wait until we were married, weren’t we? I mean, I want to marry you when we graduate--you know that, right? And I wasn’t planning on our doing anything like that before we were married." "No, Percy, that's not what I meant, you silly. Of course we’re going to wait. But tonight I want to just be able to sleep in your arms." Annabeth looked down for a minute. "Percy, I know what you have to do, and I know it’s dangerous. And I want to be able to spend as much time as possible with you before you leave tomorrow. And that means I want to sleep in your arms tonight.” Percy was silent. He hadn't expected this, but now that Annabeth had broached the subject, he realized it was something he very much wanted himself. "Are you sure? What if... what if your mum or Malcolm catches us?" Annabeth chuckled a bit. "Percy, don't worry. My mum has already got our wedding planned out--it’s not like it’ll be a surprise to her when we announce our engagement. And I honestly don’t care about Malcolm. Besides, when you tell everyone you’re off to kill parts of Tom’s soul, everyone will forget all about anything they might have seen.” Percy thought about what she had said, then silently pulled her closer and leaned back, closing his eyes for one last night of peace. oooooooooo Much earlier Standing there on the dock, in drenched clothing and holding Annabeth, he finally realized what love was, and leaned down, and kissed her. She broke into a brilliant grin, and reached up and kissed him again, more forcefully. "If you two would stop snogging for a moment, I have to check you over", grumbled Madame Pomfrey, and the two teens separated reluctantly, although they continued holding hands. Pomfrey smirked at that and scanned them with her wand. "Well, nothing's wrong with either of you," the Matron continued, "but go in and each take a vial of Pepper-Up potion." She cast a drying charm on them both and gently pushed them toward the small tent that had been set up for her use. The couple moved off together, hand-in-hand, ignoring the various exclamations of the crowd. Lost amongst the cheers, and boos, and cat-calls, was Malcolm's complaints about his sister having kissed a boy. But honestly, nobody really cared what he thought. oooooooooo Slightly earlier than that Percy shivered on the dock, wishing he could strangle whatever idiot decided that it was a good idea to make people swim in the Black Lake in the middle of winter. But those thoughts were rather distant; the thought that most occupied his mind was of finding Annabeth and getting her back. He had been devastated when he realized this morning that she was the thing he'd miss the most. Well, not that this was a surprise, not really. He'd been realizing more and more lately how much she meant to him, and how much happier he was while she was around. And Rachel and Calypso had already talked to him about his relationship with the younger girl. Of course Percy had not understood very much of that conversation, punctuated as it was by giggles and grins. But this morning, when he couldn't find Annabeth, and saw that Silena was missing too, he had all of a sudden clued in to what was going on, and his heart just about shattered. Prepared as much as possible, with Gillyweed, which Grover had suggested, and a rough idea of where the Mermaid Village was, courtesy of Rachel, and a knife, lent to him by Beckendorf, he stood waiting for the blowhard Bagman to finish so he could dive in and rescue his best friend. oooooooooo Even Earlier Percy didn’t initially want to go to the Yule Ball. He hadn’t had any experience dancing, and thought the whole thing might be a little too stuffy. But Annabeth looked so excited about it that he just couldn’t burst her bubble. Of course he asked her, as soon as he could after making that decision. Who else would he have asked? Silena? She was pretty, but not as pretty as Annabeth. Besides, Silena and Beckendorf had been making eyes at each other, and Percy would never presume to interfere there. Rachel or Calypso would have been fun to go with, Percy thought, but while he was good friends with them, they both seemed to not be very interested in him. At least, they never flirted with him like they did with Jack or Leo. If Percy had thought about it, he would have found it strange that they actually had flirted with him his entire first year, but as soon as Annabeth joined their House, they had stopped. Of course, Percy had only been eleven, and even less knowledgeable about girls than he was now. When Annabeth came down the stairs in her new dress robes, Percy found it a little hard to speak--this was a different Annabeth to the one he was used to, and he decided that he was actually the luckiest boy in the castle that evening. oooooooooo Even earlier than that Being in Hufflepuff proved to be very advantageous. Since Percy hadn’t gone anywhere near the dragon (a strategy that was cheered by his House and roundly derided by everyone else), he had no golden egg to work with. But Hufflepuff loyalty kicked in, and Beckendorf mentioned that he might want to prepare to rescue something from the Bottom of the Black Lake. So Annabeth and he spent time in the Prefect’s Bathroom learning to swim, and, at least for him, learning to appreciate bathing costumes. oooooooooo And still earlier The Tri-Wizard Tournament was certain to be a spectacular. . . spectacle. That’s all that Percy and Annabeth assumed it would be. They were interested in it, who wouldn’t be? But mostly because they figured that Hufflepuff had as good a chance as any to put forth a Champion to represent the school. And they did! Beckendorf’s name came out of the Goblet just as they’d hoped, and they about screamed themselves hoarse in celebration. But when Percy’s name came out, the yelling stopped, and they found themselves at the losing end of a very unwelcome stare-off. Percy’s magical vow, given immediately, that he hadn’t entered himself and hadn’t wanted to be in it at least made it so the Hufflepuffs stopped glaring, but the rest of the school seemed to think that if he were smart enough to figure out how to enter himself, he’d also be smart enough to figure out a way around a magical vow. Vow or not, Percy was forced to compete. As a side note, Athena sent a round dozen Howlers to the tournament officials calling into question their morals, capabilities, ethics, and personal hygiene. And Athena Chase Howlers or not, Percy still had to compete. “Percy,” Annabeth said one day, as they were re-reading the rules. “Do you care about doing well in the tournament?” Percy sat back and thought for a minute. “Well, no. Not really. I mean, Fame? I’ve already got it, and don’t really want what I have. Money? I’ve already got enough, you know?” He thought for a moment more. “I guess the only reason I’d want to do well is to show everyone that I can. To kind of…” “Prove yourself to them?” Annabeth answered. “Yeah. I mean, I’m famous for something I didn’t do, this would mean at least that I would be famous for something I did do.” Percy thought some more. Annabeth interrupted his thinking. “Do you think that will make a difference?” she asked quietly, wondering if she was going about this the wrong way. Percy started to answer, then stopped himself. After another minute he chuckled softly. “No, not really. I mean, the people believe whatever the Ministry tells them. Or the Daily Prophet. And they’re bound and determined to show me in the worst light ever. I mean, if I showed them I could walk on water, they’d just report that I didn’t know how to swim.” Annabeth giggled at that, then sobered. “Then maybe we could just focus on your surviving?” Percy looked taken aback and went to reply to her, but then he noticed her eyes shining. Annabeth never cried, but he could tell she was exceedingly worried about him. He leaned forward in his chair and took her by the hands. “Annabeth, I promised a long time ago that I’d take care of you always--” Annabeth smiled, remembering their very first meeting and the promises they’d made then, “--and I can’t very well do that if I’m banged up by a dragon, or a nundu, or whatever they choose for the first task.” Annabeth grimaced at the reminder--their research had showed that 97% of the time, the first Task involved a very large, very dangerous animal. “So what do you think we could do to ensure that I make it through that first task without any damage?” Annabeth smiled at him again and pulled him close for a somewhat awkward, although very comforting, hug. “Well, first, let’s go talk to Professor Sprout and see what she says.” oooooooooo Much, much earlier Dear Mum and Dad, Just as I expected, I was sorted into Hufflepuff. I know, Chases have been in Ravenclaw since time began, but the Sorting Hat thought I should be in Hufflepuff, and, let’s face it, I wasn’t going to argue being in the same House as Percy. Besides, this way I can beat Malcolm at Quidditch! More later, I’m rather tired, Love you, Your Annabeth Left unsaid was what the Sorting Hat had actually said to Annabeth, which gave her quite a bit to think about, and a secret smile that lasted for most of that year. oooooooooo Somewhat earlier Annabeth’s growing concern was starting to really bother her brothers. Her mother wasn’t too thrilled either. They finally reached an agreement whereby if Annabeth hadn’t heard from Percy by the middle of August, they’d take a trip to Little Whinging to see the boy. She didn’t. And they did. The Uglianos didn’t like magic. Not at all. And especially they didn’t like magical people coming in and telling them they couldn’t treat the boy as they wanted to. Nevertheless, Percy departed Number Four, Privet Drive, for what would prove to be the last time, leaving the Uglianos with ringing in their ears, and a fear of blondes that would last for the rest of their lives. oooooooooo A tiny bit earlier Dear Annabeth, Thank you for inviting me to spend time at your house. The Burrow is amazing! And your mum is a fabulous cook! I couldn’t believe she let me eat as much as I wanted! And your dad is something else. It was so fun to see him all excited about rubber duckies and things. Oh, I have to go--Uncle Gabe is yelling for me. Percy oooooooooo Slightly earlier PERCY! Sorry for yelling (doesn’t it look like yelling when you write all in big letters like that?), but Mum says you can come visit for a couple of days. Can you? Please write back quickly and let me know! Love, Your friend always, Annabeth oooooooooo Moderately earlier Percy was finally grateful that he’d decided to stay at Hogwarts. It had still been a toss-up until he’d been sorted into Hufflepuff. The Sorting itself had just about made him want to run away--the Hat had wanted to put him into Slytherin first, but he had argued against it, saying that he just wanted a friend, and he didn’t think the people in Slytherin looked very friendly. Finally the Hat gave in and sent him to the House of the Badgers. As he had walked over towards the cheering table, he looked desperately to try to see a friendly face. Two girls, whom he had seen Sorted earlier, smiled at him and beckoned him to come sit between them. And from then on he had friends at school with him. Annabeth’s letter made him feel all warm inside. Well, and slightly guilty. She had noticed his mistakes, and he decided that he didn’t want her to think he couldn’t write well. Old habits die hard, but die they do when you re-copy your homework three times, forcing yourself to write your best. They kept up a weekly correspondence, where he told her everything he was learning, and she told him all the things he wanted to know about the magical world but was afraid to ask. Toward the end of the year, there was a big disturbance having to do with the third-floor corridor, but all the Headmaster would say was that Professor Quirrel would not be returning next year. Percy dutifully reported it all to Annabeth, but she was just as puzzled as he was. Sure, there had been a time or two when Percy had wondered about that mysterious corridor, but the Hufflepuff way was to work together, and they were all too busy working together at passing their classes, including the behind-the-scenes Potions tutoring from Professor Sprout, to worry about going somewhere out-of-bounds. oooooooooo Almost a year earlier Dear Percy, Thank you for writing me so soon. Mum was surprised, but I knew you would keep your promise. I’m sorry that the people on the train weren’t very nice. I hope you’ll be able to find some friends soon. I guess it would kind of scary, not knowing anyone and it being your first time and all. I guess I’m lucky to have a bunch of brothers that I could at least ask for help. I would have hoped that Malcolm would have been nicer to you, but he’s kind of turned into a meany recently, so maybe that’s not surprising. I know, I’ll send a letter to Erik and Daedalus and ask them to at least talk to you. They probably won’t work out as day to day friends, since they’re in third year now, but they could at least introduce you to people. Oh, although maybe you’re not in Ravenclaw? Erik and Daedalus are, so if you’re not then they might not know too many people in your house. But I’ll ask them anyway--they’re pretty friendly and should be able to do something. Let’s see, answers to your questions. Or maybe just things I thought while I read your letter… Mrs. Figg is part of a group called the Order of the Phoenix (and you probably shouldn’t tell anyone--it’s supposed to be a secret, only I listened at the door once while they were meeting in our kitchen). She doesn’t go to all the meetings, I guess, and my mum was so busy preparing for a meeting that she made me go over to be babysat. I was six, I guess, so you were probably seven, right? I’m just really glad I did, so I could meet you. So no, I’m not just one of your imaginings. We really did meet, and I really did promise to be your friend and always take care of you. Guess I didn’t do a very good job since then. But now that I know where you are, I can do better, right? I guess writing with a quill can be hard to learn at first--I figure that’s why you spelled some words wrong--I have to be really careful when I write ‘cause it’s such a pain to try to go back and correct things without re-writing the whole thing. What do you use in the Muggle world? Dad says they use something called a biro, but that just sounds like a toy to make circles with. That’s a joke, you should laugh now. That Luke boy is probably a Castellan. He sounds like he’s related to the family that Dad hates most of all. I’m not sure why, although I think it’s something to do with You-Know-Who. Anyway, I’m going to send this off now--your owl is so handsome! He’s so smart too, he’s been waiting here in my room for me to finish my letter. Love, your friend always, Annabeth ooooooooooo A Teensy bit earlier Percy almost missed the train. It might have been worth it, though, he thought to himself as he sat in the otherwise-empty compartment. He wasn’t sure what to think about Annabeth’s mum--she seemed nice enough, he supposed, but she didn’t seem predisposed to listen too much to children. Of course, any listening at all was better than nothing, so he decided to count that in the plus column. He wasn’t as pleased with her having separated Annabeth from him so brusquely. Honestly, she didn’t have to pull so hard. Just when he was enjoying the second kind hug he could ever remember! But at least he could write to Annabeth. He hadn’t known where to send anything before, and of course hadn’t been completely sure she hadn’t been a hallucination. And he was afraid to ask Mrs. Figg about it, obviously. What if she complained to Aunt Camille about his making up stories? But now he could! He was rather grateful that he hadn’t tried to find her address--come to find out magical people sent letters by owl! And he had Blackjack! He decided that as soon as he had some time this evening, he’d write his first letter to his first friend. Some minutes went by with the train speeding out of London. When they reached the outskirts and the novelty of seeing the buildings began to become slightly less engrossing, he realized something--he could start a letter to her right now! It’s not like he had someone sitting with him to keep him company. He laboriously opened his trunk and pulled out parchment and a quill; thankfully he was small enough to be able to climb up into the overhead racks to reach it. A momentary worry crossed his mind as he tried to figure out how he’d get it down once they reached Hogwarts, but the prospect of writing a letter to his friend quickly banished that thought. Sitting back down he just about cursed when he realized he would need ink for his quill. The second ascent was soon accomplished, not without his promising to himself that he’d buy those self-inking quills next time, if he had enough money, and he started scratching out his thoughts: Dear Annabeth, I was so happy to see you today. I onestly thought I had maybe dreamed you up or something. Sometimes I have to spend a lot of time in my cupboard so I make up stories about my family and I was afraid maybe I had made you up too. I’m a little scared to go to Hogwarts. I mean, its got to be better than the Uglianos, right? But what if I’m not very good at magic? I bet everyones better at it then I am. But I guess I can make it through a year. Cause then you’ll be there, right? I dont really know what else to write. I’m not a very interesting person, I guess. Oh, I’m back. You probably didn’t even notice, but someone came into my compartment. He said he was Malcolm Chase, but when I asked if he was your brother he got upset and left. Is he your brother? He doesn’t seem very nice. Sorry, that’s probably not very nice to say, but he was kinda rude. I’m back again. This time it was someone named Luke Castlan or something like that. And he had two other boys with him named something like Ethan and Chris. They didn’t seem very nice either, although that Luke did try to shake my hand. I was going to shake his, but noticed that I had ink on my hand from this quill (their not very easy to right with) and didn’t want to be embarrassed. But I guess that was the wrong thing to do too, cause he went away all upset too. I don’t know what to do, Annabeth. It seems like nobody’s very friendly here. If I hand’t found you this morning I think I might just not even get off the train when we get there. Cause at least I could come back to London and try to find you. Well, like I said, I don’t know what else to write. Oh, maybe you could tell me again how you were at Mrs. Figg’s house? That was so long ago that I’m not really sure I remember correctly. Something about a phoenix? Anyway, please write back, Your friend, Percy Percy rolled up the parchment and tied a bit of string around it. On the outside he wrote, in big block letters, and making sure not to misspell anything: Annabeth Chase, The Homestead. He wasn’t convinced that that was enough of an address, but figured the worst that could happen was that Blackjack would refuse to deliver it. He was about to wake up his owl, when he realized he didn’t have any way of letting her out to fly. The windows were openable, but they were going so fast that he didn’t want to just throw his owl out into the slipstream. He decided he’d just wait until they arrived. And maybe by then he would have decided for sure if he were going to stay at Hogwarts and not come back on the train again. oooooooooo Earlier that day Athena rounded the pillar to find a sight she definitely hadn’t been expecting. She’d half-expected to find Annabeth hiding there, ready to jump out and yell “Boo!”. Another part had expected that her daughter had in actuality snuck off through the barrier to the Hogwarts Express--she’d already done that twice in an effort to start school with her other brothers. But none of her parts had expected to find her daughter in a tight embrace with a small, black-haired child, who was bleeding from a scrape on his leg. “Annabeth!” she yelped in surprise. Her daughter started, then turned to her. “Mum, it’s Percy!” oooooooooo Earlier September 1st, 1991, to be exact Percy was conflicted. Half of him was terrified. What if it were all a dream, and he woke up from it to find himself back in the cupboard under the stairs, with a broken arm? What if all those amazing magical experiences were just so much wishful thinking? What if his two friends were just figments of his imagination? The other half of him pointed out that he was holding a steamer trunk, wearing clothes that he wouldn’t normally (some of them even fit!), and even more importantly, the Uglianos were currently absent. So, on the whole, it was better than normal. “...packed with Muggles…” he dimly heard over the hustle and bustle of the crowds of people hurrying through platforms 9 and 10. Attention caught, he scooted to the side and climbed up the plinth to try to see where that intriguing phrase had come from. Plowing their way through the crowds was a veritable shoal of blondes. Percy wasn’t sure if they were the source of the words that had made him prick up his ears, but regardless, he viewed the approaching family with a great deal of trepidation and excitement. It was easy to follow their progress, not just because of the golden trail of their hair. The reactions of the other passengers were a dead giveaway--the sidelong glances at the five (five!) children, the quizzical responses to the strange words (perhaps they really were the ones to blame for the whole “Muggle” sentence), and the multitudinous trunks being dragged along all combined to make this procession quite a spectacle. But Percy didn’t care about that. All he cared about was the smallest figure of the blonde throng. Could it really be her? He unconsciously leaned forward, trying to make out her face, and in doing so, managed to slip off the base of the column he was grasping. Annabeth noticed something strange out of the corner of her eye--it looked like a little boy was climbing up a wall. But before she could really focus on the image, the boy slipped off and fell to the ground. It looked rather painful to her, and she reflexively pulled her mother’s hand. “Mum, someone fell down!” Athena Chase had been looking forward to this day for at least the last three months. Getting all her boys off to school meant a couple of things for her. First, the house would be a little bit quieter. Although, come to think of it, having the boys all gone would probably make it a LOT quieter, since Annabeth’s outbursts were usually caused by her siblings, so having those potential sources of irritation gone was bound to help her girl be less strident. Second, with four fewer mouths to feed, she would be able to devote a little more time to her other pursuits, not to mention being able to cut down her weekly grocery budget. That, in turn, would allow her to start stocking up on the yarn she’d need to knit the Christmas sweaters. And Fredrick would be happier because she’d be able to spend a little more time with him--he wouldn’t have to compete with the boys for her attention. Of course, there was another result that she wasn’t looking forward to as much. Annabeth, while not having so many brothers to bother her, would also not have her built-in playmates. So she’d need a little more love and attention than normal. Not that this was a chore for Athena; she loved her children and wanted them to be happy. But this was a situation she’d never encountered before, so she felt a little nervous about how things would work out. “What was that, Annabeth?” she asked, having been startled out of her ruminations and constant haranguing of the boys to not lose things and stop yelling and watch out for the trains and apologize to that poor man! “I saw someone fall off that pillar, Mum!” Annabeth repeated, trying again to drag her mother over to the scene of the accident. “Are you sure?” Athena responded, trying to decide whether she had time to investigate, or if she hadn’t better focus on getting her hooligans to the train on time. “Mum!” Annabeth stated forcefully, familiar with her mother’s usual state of multi-distractedness. “A little boy was climbing up on that thing and he fell off it and I--” she took a breath, “--think he might be hurt!” She didn’t really know that for sure, but she also knew it was probably the best way to get her mother to pay more attention. Well, if there was one thing Athena cared about, it was the welfare of children. “Erik, get your brothers through the barrier, please,” she directed to the oldest of her collection, then hastened to follow her daughter, who had slipped out of her grasp, through the crowd. “Bobby, Mathew,” came the slightly nasal voice of the oldest Chase boy present, as he automatically took over for his mother. “You two go through first, then I’ll send Malcolm through.” Two of the boys, who looked to be identical twins, glanced at each other, then at their brother, wondering if they could get away with direct disobedience since their mother was no longer watching. “Don’t even think about it,” Erik replied. “Or I’ll tell Mother about your joke shop idea!” The twins gulped and turned toward the barrier. They never should have gone to Percy with questions about money and business. Sure, he’d been able to help them understand some real-world truths, but he now had something to hold over their heads, and they weren’t quite sure whether it was worth it. Malcolm, apparently the youngest boy, was too nervous to do much beyond follow behind his older brothers and hope to not get lost. He’d been to Kings Cross station before, obviously, but had always been able to just follow his mum around and not worry about stuff. But now he had a trunk to mind, and his mum had gone off with Annabeth for some reason, and it was all of a sudden dawning on him that he was going off to school. And he wasn’t really sure he was ready for that. Percy had, indeed, done himself a slight injury when he fell from the plinth. His right shin was scraped up and bleeding slightly, and his palms stung from where he had caught himself. He didn’t bother crying about it--he’d had that response stifled for a long time--it had never made things any better before, why should it start now? He painfully dragged himself behind the plinth so as to be out of the walkway and painstakingly pulled up his trouser leg to see how much damage he’d done to himself. A shadow falling over him interrupted his inspection, and he flinched away from it. But the next thing he knew, there was a Blonde girl kneeling next to him looking at his scrape. His heart started beating faster, and he felt like he couldn’t get enough breath. Could it be? He had hoped and hoped and prayed (to what, he wasn’t quite sure, but figured it couldn’t do any harm), but this came unbearably close to reality. Timidly he reached out a hand. Annabeth sucked in a breath when she saw the blood on the leg of the small child and knelt down next to him without even noticing who it might be. The scrape didn’t look too bad, although there was enough blood there to cause her brother Malcolm to be a little sick to the stomach. She drew in a breath to reassure the child, but as she turned to talk to him, she finally noticed the green eyes, and the black hair, and the hand reaching out and tremulously touching her shoulder. oooooooooo The Beginning “Annabeth!” came Athena Chase’s voice through the floo. oooooooooo “Of course I can watch your daughter, Athena. Send her right over!” oooooooooo It was a small wedding. In fact, as weddings go, it would be hard to conceive of a smaller one. The bride wore a white lacey blouse over a cute pair of denim shorts. The groom wore an oversized t-shirt and a matchingly-oversized pair of denim pants, with several possibly-strategic rips. There weren’t any witnesses. Well, actually there were, and in the magical world they were probably more acceptable witnesses than any Muggles might have been. Mr. Tibbles and Sleekfoot didn’t object at all. The vows were simple. Very simple. The bride and groom did not use pre-set vows; instead they just spoke from the heart. That didn’t seem to matter much. Or maybe it mattered more than anything, as the magic binding them together seemed to be much stronger than that usually found in wizarding weddings. “I, Annabeth Chase, promise to always love and care for my friend, Percy, and to always be his best friend.” “I, Percy Jackson, promise to be Annabeth’s friend forever, and to take care of her if I can, and never make fun of her.” The kiss was, well, to put it bluntly, not very romantic. In fact, it was on the cheek, not on the lips, and the groom wasn’t exactly sure what to do about it other than think that it was probably the best kiss he’d ever received. The honeymoon was delayed. Twelve years. oooooooooo A/N: So... Percabeth meets Wizarding world, eh. Hope you liked it... I will be seeing you soon with some new project. Till then Au Revior!