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babyjapril · 3 months
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sharpesjoy · 1 year
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Samuel’s nusery // Harriet’s bedroom
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Jackson as a father is everything 😍
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aprilandjackson · 1 year
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a belated christmas, early new years fic for my japrils! Under the Mistletoe is available to read now on ao3 and ff.net - hope you all enjoy!
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A curious four-year-old, and the arrival of an unexpected guest, push Jackson and April into some hard conversations as they prepare to spend their first Christmas together.
[A glimpse at the lead up to the Kepner-Avery's first Christmas and New Year as a family]
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beachy--head · 2 years
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SHE'S BACK!!!!!
Miss Harriet Kepner-Avery, everybody <3
Now waiting for the official announcement in 3, 2, 1...
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the kepner-avery family <3
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I just realized that there's a little figure of a horse on Harriet's nightstand, and I immediately thought of the line, "they can ride horses in boarding school" 🥺 We all know that Jackson would jump off a cliff before he sends that child anywhere near a boarding school in the future, but it made me so nostalgic 😭 Harriet must love animals and that means that they’ve spent a lot of time in April's family farm in Ohio 🥲
I deserve to see Jackson Avery living the farm life for at least a day in this lifetime. It’s not a want, it’s a need 😭
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scarlettdragnastan · 1 year
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April Kepner spiraling alone with no one to help or listen to her while getting blamed and ostracized/being made an outcast is the saddest thing ever. I’ve never wanted to hug a character as bad as I want o hug her. The loneliness she must have felt after the divorce :(
They all treated her like shit, even Jackson after the divorce and especially in season 13.
She deserves better, I’m glad she left SGH
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japrilsanatomy · 1 year
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Grey’s Anatomy Poll: Day 9
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more-hats · 2 years
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If they don’t confirm Japril—
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surgeonsoath · 2 years
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HARRIET KEPNER-AVERY; ‘Harriet’, SHE / HER - STRAIGHT (ft. Berta Vazquez) Harriet is the daughter of JACKSON AVERY & APRIL KEPNER. She was born at Meredith Grey’s house by Ben Warren. She has a brother; Samuel Kepner-Avery who died shortly after his birth due to having type II osteogenesis imperfecta.
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babyjapril · 3 months
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one Jackson set a day for February
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sharpesjoy · 11 months
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Happy Father's Day, Jackson Avery
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himbo-jackson-avery · 7 months
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Dude, this casting of Harriet
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lavellenchanted · 3 months
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💛 & OTP: I want the whole damn thing
💛 Reunion Kiss/Relief
Jackson's an interminably long board meeting when it happens, trying to make sense of the world's most boring financial presentation, so he doesn't immediately notice the news bulletin popping up on his phone. It's only when they start hearing voices in the corridor and someone runs past the board room window that they all start to realise something's going on, and Jackson suddenly catches sight of the blinking red notification on his phone screen.
"Multi-car pile up," he explains shortly to the board, already on his feet and heading for the door, scrolling down for more information. "I'm guessing we're the nearest hospital - it's gonna be all hands on deck, so if you're qualified to hold a scalpel, get down to the pit."
(Frank, still holding the clicker for his presentation, looks thoroughly relieved that his only qualification is in accountancy.)
Halfway down the corridor, Jackson stops dead. A cold shiver run down his spine and it feels like his stomach has dropped out of him entirely as he sees the location of the accident. That's April's route to work.
Immediately he brings up her number and dials - but it goes straight to voicemail, and he wants to be sick. He shoots her off a quick text and then tries ringing again and again as he heads down to the E.R.
Each time it goes to voicemail.
He tries to tell himself not to panic. The phone lines are probably horrendously busy with people trying to contact emergency services or friends and family to make sure they're alright, and April not answering might just mean she's not looking at her phone. She's probably trying to help, if she is near there.
He tells himself that, but all he can think of is Ben calling him, telling him he was going to have to perform a C-section on April in her kitchen, of April quarantined behind glass, of watching April on the operating table of Grey-Sloan.
(How much luck can one person have?)
"Pick up, damn it!" he shouts as her voicemail message plays again, and a nurse passing jumps in fright.
"Dr Avery? Is everything okay?"
"I'm sorry, I'm just - I'm worried about my wife."
The word slips out automatically, and it's only after he says it that he remembers that, technically, April isn't his wife any more. Because he was stupid enough to divorce her. They're not even dating, despite the fact that they've been living together since they came to Boston, are raising Harriet together.
And yet he never really stopped thinking of her in that way, did he? Even when they were separated, when he was dating other women, when she was marrying someone else, he still thought of her as his.
"Has a woman called April Kepner been brought in? Late thirties, red hair?"
The nurse shakes her head. "I don't think so - not that I've seen. I'll check for you."
She scurries away, but before Jackson can follow or try to ring April again he's stopped and asked for a consult, and then another, and another, and then he gets pulled into a surgery and loses all track of time.
The whole way through he's repeating silently, Please, God. Please let her be okay. Please let me get another chance. I promise I won't waste this one.
His faith still isn't as strong as April's, he doubts it ever will be. Half the time he's not even really sure what it is he believes in. But it's comforting to pray, whether anyone's listening or not.
When he's finally finished and comes back out into the corridor, he immediately pulls his phone out. It's been nearly five hours, and there's still nothing from April. He wants to scream.
And then -
"There's no signs of internal bleeding, but get a CT scan just to be sure."
He spins round, his heart in his throat. April's just coming out of a patient room with an intern; she's in jeans an a tshirt instead of scrubs, dirt and what looks like splashes of blood staining them, her hair scraped back and a band-aid on her forehead, but she's alive and whole and the most beautiful thing Jackson's ever seen.
"April?"
"Jackson, there you are!" Her face lights up as she turns and sees him. Relief crashing over him, he starts running towards her. "I tried to find you but they said you were in surgery. I came with one of the -"
He cuts her off by pulling her into his arms and soundly kissing her. How she got here doesn't really seem to matter any more, just that she is here and uninjured.
She lets out a little sound of shock, and then melts into him the way she always has, her hands coming up to clutch at his scrubs. The feel of her lips is achingly familiar against his, and he rains kisses down on them, one after another, trying to make up for every time he should have kissed her but didn't. And his heart sings as she lifts herself up on tip-toes and kisses him back, meeting each stroke of his mouth with one of her own.
Finally he pulls back, but only enough to rest his forehead against hers.
"You weren't answering your phone," he says quietly.
"I was doing triage at the scene, and then the battery died. I'm sorry."
"You're alright?"
"Totally fine. I promise."
For the first time since he saw the notification on his phone, he starts to relax.
"Dr Avery?" Glancing up, he sees the nurse he was talking to earlier at the end of the corridor. "You found your wife, then?"
Jackson looks down at April, who's smiling knowingly up at him, a warmth in her eyes that gives him the confidence to reply, "Yeah. Yeah, I did."
kiss prompts
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beachy--head · 2 years
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About Suitcases and Promises
Sooo... 'About Weddings and Best Friends' was originally supposed to be a one-shot. And then I asked myself the fateful question: "but what if...?" and this idea wouldn't leave my head, so I had to write it. It wasn't planned, and I don't know if there'll be another one or if this was just a two-shot. But please enjoy this little follow-up on Miss Harriet Kepner-Avery's life in Boston!
(chapter 1 is here)
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"Oliver!" Harriet yells, jumping out of her bed.
She has a few minutes to play before leaving for school for the day, and she fully intends to use every single one of them by playing a sort of hide-and-seek with the newest member of the Kepner-Avery family. Her kitten Oliver is four-month-old, very energetic and his fur is bright orange. When he arrived in their household, dad had joked that they now had two redheads in the house. Mom had rolled her eyes and told her she had to be extra gentle with him, otherwise he could get scared and hurt her. So she always makes sure she's not too loud or rough when she plays with him. He'd scratched her once, though she told mom it wasn't really his fault, because he had gotten too excited while playing, so he shouldn't be punished. She hadn't even cried anyway, and her mom had quickly cleaned the small wound.
She, mom and dad now live in a big house, one where Harriet has a big bedroom and her parents have another, together. She also has a whole room just for playing and putting her toys. There's even a swing in the backyard and a basketball hoop, and if you asked her, there clearly would be enough space for a pony, no matter what mom said. She's too smart to bring this up again though, because she has a feeling that one would still be a no, but maybe she can try again before her next birthday.
Oliver is running at full speed from her bedroom, and she chases after him, only to find out he has taken refuge in her parents' bedroom. He's not supposed to go there, dad is very clear on this, so she quickly enters the room after him. She finds him proudly standing in an open suitcase at the bottom of the bed.
"Oliver, no. You can't. Do. That," she scolds him. She takes her role as a kitten-owner very seriously, but Oliver is yet to recognize her efforts; the kitten just stares at her and meows. Shaking her head, she takes him out of the suitcase and starts reprimanding him. The kitten squirms and she lets him go, making sure he leaves the bedroom, but then she stops. There's a few shirts and ties belonging to her dad in the suitcase, as well as folders and a iPad and a jacket. Why is her dad packing? Is he going on holidays?
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