#we need more henry and grampy scenes

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

David and Mary Margaret sitting there just waiting and grinning 😂

Anna is a shit liar

He's such a sassy fucking asshole

Love is a weapon.

Is it?

Or a shield?

Rumple with the sorcerers hat cracks me up.

Blackmail and vengeance not a good mix.

Awww henry wants some grampy time 💜

Belle needs a baby, someone give her a baby!!!

And that fucking DRESS SHE'S IN???!!! BEAUTIFUL!!!

I'm a little busy trying to save my true love's wife. another weird one liner.

I'm about to storm an evil ice cream truck 😂😂😂

Oof even belle gets imposter syndrome.

😬😬😬😬😬

THAT'S RIGHT RUMPLE FEEL GUILTY. TELL HER THE TRUTH!

Again rumple with the sorcerers hat cracks me up.

Hook is such a sassy bitch too.

Another banger line "if you find someone you love enough to ruin your entire life for its always worth it."

Who do you love will?

Who ruined your life?

I LOVE THAT HENRY IS WEARING A LITTLE SUIT TO MATCH GRANDPA WITH 😭😭😭😭

That furniture polish line 😂😂😂 typical grandpa antics.

Why would a cat want a hat? 😂😂

David giving hook lessons on technology is hilarious.

"I prefer her better this way more cooperativeless mouthy"

And I SANG WITH YOU

Kristoff's fucking face

😂😂😂😂😂😂

Who thr fuck would want carrot sherbert?

AH clever clever.

He's a baby not a breakfast burrito 😂😂😂

[trumpetnista]

CMW2/Trumpetnista: Shattering Expectations (163/163)

Summary from FFN: "Ideally, a Presidency lasts 8 years. Ideally, a marriage lasts 50. 8 years of a job, even the highest job in the Land is not worth 42 years of misery...";"What kind of coward was I to marry her and not wait for you to show up...why didn't I meet you sooner..."These two lines will be at the core of this Olitz fic;Rated for language & spice;7th in my 2013 SSS Project;NOW COMPLETE!

Teaser from Chapter 163: "Look, it's Bibi! Papi, it's Bibi and they've got Grampy too! They're next to each other! Look!"

"I see them, angelita (little angel). Do you know why they're here?"

"Cuz they were Presidents, too?"

"Grampy was. Bibi was his First Lady. Do you like their pictures?"

"Uh-huh...but where are Grampy's glasses? Did he lose them again?"

"No, Sophie, he didn't need them yet."

"Ohhh..."

As if on cue, Fitz came into view and Olivia cracked up at the bemused expression on his face.

"Did you lose your glasses, again?"

"...maybe."

"Did you, Mister?"

"...yes. Apparently, it's a family me-may, now."

"It's pronounced 'meme', love."

"Right...Livvie, have you seen my glasses?"

"Nope, but there's a spare pair next to the cookie jar. Look at how excited she is..."

Mm. You still okay with being married to a slightly forgetful and blind old man?"

"Always."

Disclaimer for the full story: “Honestly, it’s not mine!”

"Look, it's Bibi! Papi, it's Bibi and they've got Grampy too! They're next to each other! Look!"

"I see them, angelita (little angel). Do you know why they're here?"

"Cuz they were Presidents, too?"

"Grampy was. Bibi was his First Lady. Do you like their pictures?"

"Uh-huh...but where are Grampy's glasses? Did he lose them again?"

"No, Sophie, he didn't need them yet."

"Ohhh..."

As if on cue, Fitz came into view and Olivia cracked up at the bemused expression on his face.

"Did you lose your glasses, again?"

"...maybe."

"Did you, Mister?"

"...yes. Apparently, it's a family me-may, now."

"It's pronounced 'meme', love."

"Right...Livvie, have you seen my glasses?"

"Nope, but there's a spare pair next to the cookie jar. Look at how excited she is..."

"Mm. You still okay with being married to a slightly forgetful and blind old man?"

"Always."

After pocketing her phone, Olivia jumped onto his back and Fitz laughed, holding onto her easily.

"Giddy-up, mule."

"Mule? I am not a mule!"

"You're not?"

"No, ma'am. I'm a stallion, baby and you know it!"

"You're a sexy mule."

"A sexy mule? How does that even work? Explain that to me, wife."

"Later, husband. Giddy-up. C'mon, we're burning daylight."

"Where are we going?"

"Outside. The apples are ready to be picked and I'm hungry for them."

"Yes, ma'am."

Their Vermont estate was the best in the fall. The colors of the trees, the breeze, the harvest...it was an oasis. As the years passed, the fishbowl that surrounded them shrank significantly and they were protective of their privacy, theirs and all of their children. Gerry had grown up to go into IT, getting a job in the Capital Building. Krishna Rose was an artist, specializing in murals, and their twins, Alex and Maddie were in their second year of undergrad. Alexander was majoring in forensics, focusing on entomology and Madeline was there for accounting, along with dance.  

None of them expressed an interest in going into politics and Olivia was honestly grateful.

Not to say that her children wouldn't have been excellent politicians or behind the scene players but knowing that they wouldn't be under so much stress, so much scrutiny? It was a relief. They had gotten enough of that life because of Fitz's Presidency and her continuing to work as a Fixer. All of her babies deserved to forge their own paths to success and more importantly, joy.  

Gerry and Esperanza had gotten married after graduating from MIT together. Before a year passed, Sophia Grace Diaz-Grant had entered the world to much love and fanfare. "The Grant Dynasty", as the Media dubbed them was growing and still going strong. Krishna Rose and Henry had quietly gotten together their freshman year of high school and while they weren't married, they were still quite serious. Olivia guessed that one day, her oldest daughter would come home to visit with a baby bump and that was just fine with her. Henry was a good man who adored her and her oldest daughter had a good head on her shoulders, even with her free-spirited ways.

Neither of the twins had found anyone yet but it was only a matter of time.

And although, it would make her feel very, very old, Olivia would embrace it.

Being old wasn't the end of the world. It was a blessing. It meant that she was still standing.

Plus, Fitz would always be older than her so it balanced out!

"What are you giggling about, gorgeous girl?"

"Just happy."

"Good. It means that I'm doing my job."

Olivia pressed a kiss to the crown of his head and sighed. His hair was pure silver now but the waves were still luxuriously thick and soft. Fitz had gained a bit of weight over the years, as had she but he was still in excellent physical condition, strong and virile. As age set in, the need for glasses arose but that was genetic, as were hers. She really did have to find a way to help him keep up with his glasses better. As funny as it was when he lost them, he did need them for reading and seeing for long distances. Maybe Huck could create an app...

"Ooh. Stop here, please."

Olivia picked a red and juicy apple from a branch and took a big bite of it. The crispness, the sweetness...there were few things better than fresh produce that one grew themselves for a meal.  

Well, besides sharing it...

Fitz's bite was just as big but slower, looking downright sensual in a primal way. Her husband was a biter. He always had been and always would be. Of course, with their children and grandchildren  around, they had a lot more discretion but occasionally, there would be a curiously shaped mark on her hip or inner thigh. Given that she still liked to scratch his back and nibble his ear, it was a fair exchange.

Olivia hopped down and continued her morning walk, knowing that he would follow her.  Both of them were in pajamas and robes but barefoot. Although they could and would still dress up for big events, mainly she and Fitz lived in their pajamas. They were fashionable and chic pajamas but still, pajamas. And Fitz lived barefoot. If it was raining or snowing, he'd put on a pair of loafers otherwise? It was okay. They had more than earned the right to be comfortable and at peace with their loved ones.  

"I think that's my favorite sight in the world."

"What? My hips swaying in the breeze?"

"Just how happy you are...and your hips swaying in the breeze. You wouldn't mind bending over, real quick, would you?"

"You are shameless!"

"And you love me for it!"

"Against my better judgement."

"Still counts. C'mere..."

As soon as Olivia got in his reach again, he scooped her up in a hug and she kissed him with smiling lips. He tasted like mint mouthwash, ginger tea, apples, and home. He tasted like home. He smelled like home. He felt like home because that's who Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III was to her. Fitz was Olivia's home and she was happy to be his home.  

They belonged together.

Forever.

"...hi."

"Hi."

FIN.