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unfoundhoney · 4 years ago

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mother, father, and everything else ↠

↠ platonic!c!tommyinnit x older sister!reader ; fluff , angst

↠ masterlist

↠ a companion piece to a sister’s sacrifice inspired by this tiktok

“Tommy, come on,” you call.

You pull your youngest brother’s attention away from the strings of the apron he got distracted by. He toddles over to you as quickly as he can, reaching up and asking to be picked up silently. He started walking early and go the hang of it quite quickly. However, in talking he’s a bit of a late bloomer, nearing fifteen months but yet to say his first words.

You lift Tommy up into your arms, carrying him out the back door and into the backyard. You set him down to play in the grass where you can keep an eye on him then walk over to the array of clotheslines strung up across the yard, beginning to hang up laundry.

Wilbur is off playing with Niki as usual. He’ll likely return covered in dirt and grass stains, maybe with a captured insect or stories of a new, made up kingdom he’d been ruler of that day. Phil is still out with Techno; they’ve been gone for a while now, but that’s nothing new.

You’ve hung up a pair of Wilbur’s pants and two of Tommy’s shirts when you notice Tommy crouched beside the basket full of wet clothes. He reaches inside and pulls out a sock, squeezing it curiously.

“Do you want to help, Tommy?”

Tommy looks up at you, blue eyes wide and mouth slightly open. He nods his head once.

You giggle and ruffle his hair, “Alright, c’mere.”

You lift Tommy up again, resting him on your hip as you grab a clothespin with your free hand. You slip it over the clothesline.

“Put the top of the sock in the pin,” you tell him.

He struggles a bit, little hands still uncoordinated at his young age. He does eventually position the sock where you can close the pin on it and leave it to hang.

“Wow, good job, buddy!” you say.

You wrap him in a hug and spin around, shrieking laughter falling from his mouth at both your actions and your praise. You set him down and kneel down to be at eye level with him.

“You’re my official laundry assistant,” you say seriously. “Can you hand me clothes to hang up?”

Tommy nods eagerly and toddles over to the basket of wet clothes, grabbing a shirt from the top of the pile. He holds it above his head as he runs back over to you, holding it out.

“Good job, Tommy! We’re quite the team, you and I.”

Together, you and Tommy slowly hang the rest of the clothes up. Tommy eventually gets bored and goes off to pick dandelions and pull off their petals, leaving you to finish the chore, not that you mind. When you’re finished, you call Tommy over to get in the basket, carrying him and the leftover clothespin back inside.

“Y/N!”

The call of your name pulls you to a stop, turning to see who yelled for you. Tommy grabs onto your pant leg for balance, stopping as well. You find Puffy waving at you, hurrying over to you with her little boy Dream at her side.

“Hi, Puffy,” you say. “Hi, Dream.”

“Hi,” Dream says in a small voice.

“Tommy, can you say hi?” you ask the young boy clinging to your hand.

He’s chewing on his thumbnail, looking up at Puffy warily before hiding his face in your leg.

“Guess not,” you laugh.

“How are you, Y/N? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” Puffy says.

“I’m good,” you answer. “Just getting some dinner for tonight.”

“Still the household cook, I see.”

“And just about everything else.”

You laugh and Puffy joins you, but you can tell that wasn’t a joke that went over her head. It’s no joke that you are mother and father to your younger siblings, as well as everything else. Your dad is gone too often; Wilbur doesn’t even call your father “dad,” he calls him Phil.

“Where’s your dad?” Puffy asks.

You shrug, “Around.”

“When’s the last time you saw him?”

You hesitate for too long, distracted as you attempt to remember the last time Phil came home.

“That hardly matters,” you brush off, “He’s busy doing important stuff and I can look after Wilbur and Tommy myself anyway.”

The look of concern on Puffy’s face is not missed by you. You do, however, elect to ignore it.

Dream tugs on Puffy’s sleeve, “Mom.”

“Yeah, buddy?” Puffy asks, leaning down.

Dream points into the market, where you see Sapnap with his father and his friend George.

“Go say hi, but don’t wander too far,” Puffy tells Dream.

When she turns back to you, keeping one eye on her son, you say, “I’ve gotta head home. Need to make dinner and all that.”

“Yeah, okay,” Puffy says. “I’m here if you ever need help. Or someone to talk to. Or... anything really.”

“Thanks, Puffy.”

You don’t notice at your side, Tommy trying to form the word that Dream used that so quickly got his mother’s attention.

“Look after yourself, Y/N.”

“I am.” You always have.

With a wave, you turn and head back home, Tommy walking slowly beside you. The walk from the market to your house takes about fifteen minutes and you end up carrying Tommy for most of it to speed things up.

When you arrive home, you find Wilbur and Niki sat in the front yard playing a hand clapping game. They stop when they spot you, jumping up and running to come meet you as you walk up the front path.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” Wilbur shouts your names repeatedly.

“Will! Will! Will!” you mimic.

“Can I spend the night at Niki’s?” Wilbur asks.

You like Niki. She’s sweet and a good influence for Wilbur.

“Uhm, as long as her parents are alright with it,” you say, doing your best to sound like a grown up despite only being sixteen.

“We’ve already talked to them,” Niki tells you.

“Alright, then,” you concede. “Behave while you’re there.”

“I will, Y/N!” Wilbur says, running off with Niki.

You watch them go for a few moments until you’re reminded of the toddler sitting on your hip. Tommy squirms around, wanting down. You set him on the ground and walk with him inside.

You set him up with some paper and crayons at the kitchen table. You sit across from him, watching as he carefully looks over his color options before choosing the red crayon.

“Looks like it’s just you and me, bud,” you muse.

You pet Tommy’s hair before you stand, moving to start on dinner. You season meat and chop potatoes, humming to yourself and keeping an eye on Tommy. Thankfully, your youngest brother isn’t a picky eater, which makes meals a lot easier than they could be, especially since he’s been in the solid foods stage for a while now.

The rest of the night is fairly quiet. You and Tommy eat dinner then you do the dishes while he waddles around the living room and plays with some of his toys. You can hear him experimenting with running, his footfalls surprisingly loud for such a small human. You hear him fall, as well, but without any crying then the return of his heavy footsteps, you don’t go to check on him.

You start composing your next shopping list and check the calendar for any upcoming events. There’s a festival next week that you’re meant to chaperone Wilbur and his friends at. Maybe you can team up with Puffy so Tommy can play with Tubbo, and Dream can join Wilbur. You’ll ask her tomorrow.

You hear Tommy enter the kitchen. He waddles over to where you sit at the table and crawls into your lap. He grabs your free hand and starts playing with your fingers as you continue writing down what you’ll need for your bigger grocery run in a few days.

“Mom.”

You freeze.

What?

“Mom.”

You look down at Tommy.

He looks up at you, “Mom.”

“N-No...,” you say weakly.

“Mom.”

“No, I’m not your mom.”

“Mom.”

“No...”

“Mom!” Tommy says happily. “Mom mom mom!”

“Okay, okay,” you say shakily, putting a hand gently over your little brother’s mouth to get him to stop. “Okay, good job.”

Your vision’s blurry. You want to cry. Your chest hurts. But right now, Tommy’s said his first word.

“Good job,” you repeat.

You pull Tommy into a hug and wipe at your eyes behind his back.

Tommy rests his little cheek on your shoulder, already tired but quickly drifting off to sleep in your warm embrace, “Mom...”

“Shhh,” you say, voice weak.

Tommy goes limp, asleep in your arms. As your tears begin to fall, you make sure not to let your sobs move you. How has this happened? Mom. No. You’re not a mother. Except you are. In every way that matters, you are Tommy’s mother. You’ve raised him ever since Phil brought him home that day.

You wish your family was normal. As normal as a family of four adopted children, a single father, and a non-biological uncle could be. You wish your dad was home more. You wish you didn’t have to be the only parental figure Tommy has ever known. It’s to the point he calls you mom. How could Phil let it get to this? How could he care so little?

You just want to have a normal family with parents who are adults and kids who are allowed to be children. You did not get to be a child, but Wilbur and Tommy will. You will always be there for them. You promise. You will give them what you had taken from you. Hatred for your father burns in your chest but it’s quickly snuffed out, doused by nostalgia that longs for a childhood you never had.

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dmc-tings · 4 years ago

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If I may. The Four Lords with a reader who is a child of the Bakers who moved to the village, for whatever reason, like a year before Eveline showed up at the house and infected them.

How would they handle the news that their humans parents were infected for years and are now dead? Like would they try to hide the deaths, would they be honest and tell the reader about what happened and how would they go about comforting you? Would they try and track down Lucas and Zoe to bring them to the village?

Long Lost Baker with the Four Lords

(This was an interesting one! Very fun to write!! Thank you for this and I hope you enjoy it! I added Joe cause his dlc was bussin)

Alcina Dimitrescu

She had no idea about your family background

And didn't care to ask you, since you never brought it up

But you where in the library with her

Picking out a book, when you came across a file

"Huh. You knew about the Bakers? They were my family."

"Oh?" Alcina asked, raising a brow at you, "Well they were killed. If they wher-"

You paused, shaking, "What? They... they where killed ?"

Alcina moved to your side, putting a comforting arm around you

"Yes. My Love... did you care for them?"

You nodded, almost choking on your emotions

'Dead.' You thought

You didn't even really say goodbye

Your father, Jack, didn't want you to leave the safety of their home

But your mother, Marguerite, insisted that there was more to the world, than just that old ass swamp

Zoe and Lucas really didn't want you to leave either

But you left, Lucas helping you navigate away and Zoe giving you some money, that she saved up

"The mold... The girl, Eveline, she took over the home... and your parents are gone. But your siblings and uncle live."

You looked at her in shock, you didn't know who Eveline was

But some of your family was alive!

When Alcina saw the hope in your eyes, she smiled, "What would you like me to do?"

"Try and bring them here! Please!"

She nodded, your wish was her command

For months, she had known you might want your family with you

They were being held away from the Castle, so she could surprise you

Though getting Joe and the BSAA soldiers that surrounded said home

Joe was also taken

"Come. I have something to show you." She stood up, towering over you, keeping a hand on your back

You stood, letting her lead you out

Through the Castle and Vineyard, you came up to a house, small enough for a few people

You heard yelling, a familiar voice

"LET US OUT YOU GIANT BITCH!! FUCKIN-"

"Will you shut up? She said, there was someone here we knew."

"HOW LONG DO WE HAVE TO WAIT TO SEE-"

You rushed to the door, kicking it down

"OW!! GOTDAMN IT!!"

Tears welled up in your eyes again

"LUCAS? ZOE!? UNCLE JOE!!"

They were speechless as well

What a happy family reunion!

Tears and hugs were given

Joe stood up, from hugging you three, to look at Alcina, "Thank you from keeping my youngest (niece/nephew) safe."

Alcina looked away, "No need to thank me, human. I didn't care for any of you, but I knew this would make them happy."

Angie and Donna Beneviento

Angie noticed that you had been feeling a bit down lately

So she told Donna about it, whom rushed to your side

"My Dear, what's the matter? Angie says your feeling blue."

You looked at her, a sad look in your eyes

"Ah... its nothing really, Love. Im... im just think about my family. I havent really been able to know anything going on with them..."

It really bothered you, and both of the ladies could see that

Donna looked at you and took your hand

"Do you remember how they looked, the last time you saw them?"

You nodded sadly, smiling wistfully

"Yep, Momma was making me a cake, for me finishing off collage. Pops he was rebuilding the old car, with my brother Lucas. And Zoe, she and I were playing in the front yard, supposing to do chores."

Donna nodded, and a bit of pollen began to swirl around you both

You sat up straight, it was your family

The Baker's, as you knew them

They were happy to see you

It made your heart burst, and you smiled

Tears falling down your cheeks, as your family gathered around you and Donna hugging you both

It felt good to see them, even though you knew it really wasn't them

Donna wiped your tears, and you sighed contently

Starting a conversation with your "mother" and "father"

Your "siblings" talking to Angie and Donna

A few hours later the pollen wore off

But you where happy, and turned to Donna

Giving her a kiss, "Thank you. I dont know what's happened to them... but that was good for me. I appreciate it."

But Donna didn't smile back, and Angie grew quiet

"Your family. They... your parents are dead..."

You looked at her, shocked, "How-"

"Mother Miranda has said that their one with the mold..."

You took that information in, knowing about your parents... was a bit of a... surprise

"And my brother and sister?"

Donna shook her head, smiling, "Alive and safe from that."

You smiled and thanked her again with a kiss

You may not be able to see them, in real life, but you COULD see them all as you remembered them

Salvatore Moreau

You had told Salvatore all about your home life, before moving to the village

He had asked about your family, trying to compare his own with yours

You sympathetically told him that you and your siblings ACTUALLY got alone

And that your family was always tight

Your mother cooked badass meals

And your dad was always the person to run to for the best advice and protection

Your brother was a delinquent genius

And your sister was always happy to just be there for you

While his "family" left alot to be desired

You had pictures of them, which you shared

He looked at them with wonder, seeing how happy you were

This is when he decided to get them, well the alive ones

His Cadou experiments had changed

Making them more human, to infiltrate the regular world and kidnap your family

He surprised you one day

Encouraging you to go for a moonlit walk with him

Yelling was coming from a nearby cave

"Moreau, Love. I dont-"

"Its not, my most Precious. I swear, you will love this surprise."

You gave him a frown and let him continue to lead you on

Inside the cave, you where met with 3 cages

Joe, Lucas and Zoe!

Your jaw dropped, and Moreau clapped happily as you rushed and unlocked the cages

Embracing your family, though Joe pulled away ready to blast Moreau away

After a long explanation, your family accepted the fish man as their own

Moreau was careful to hid your family from Mother Miranda

Sadly, he couldn't save your mother and father, but the rest of your family were safe in his domain

Karl Heisenberg

You both were having dinner when he asked you about your birth name

"Oh. It's Baker... I think. I was adopted by them."

"Adopted? Hope they treated you better than that bitch, Miranda." He scoffed

You laughed, assuring him that they did

Then you went into stories about your family

As you finished up a story about you and Lucas dodging the cops and taking quite the ass whoopin from Jack

You noticed Heisenberg narrowing his eyes at the names in the story

"Jack... Marguerite.... Zoe... Lucas... Joe..." he grumbled letting the names roll off of his tongue

Then he stood up, and looked at you

"THEM BAKERS!?"

You jumped at his outburst, then nodding slowly at him

"HOLY SHIT!! THEIR- Well the kids and uncle still live." He told you

You looked at him like he had gone absolutely mad

"What are you talking about, Karl?"

He sat back down, holding both your hands in his, looking you in the eyes

He was serious when he did this

Karl explained to you about the mold and what happened in Louisiana, a couple years ago

"Miranda had a file on them. I dont know how the hell she got it, but I managed to take a peek at it. I had no idea you were one of them."

You sat back in your chair, processing the information

"My... my siblings and uncle are ok?" You huffed with relief

Karl nodded, pulling you into a hug, comforting you

You fell into his embrace, "Thank you for telling me..."

Heisenberg let out a hum and rubbed your back

You opened your mouth to speak

"No." He cut you off, "im not going. And im not sending anyone. You KNOW what Miranda planning..."

You nodded, and buried your face in his chest

You were happy that they would be safe from her

But sad that you may never see them

Heisenberg had a plan for you to be saved as well

#resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg #resident evil village #donna beneviento #lady dimitrescu #karl heisenberg x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #angie and donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau #salvatore moreau x reader #angie beneviento #baker family kid

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everfreerene · 3 years ago

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Brother’s promise

A/n: this is a side story from my fanfic featuring my Oc Takami Baji, Keisuke Baji’s 19 year old brother! A late gift for Baji’s birthday (～￣▽￣)～

P.s: If you know my story o(*￣︶￣*)o Let’s keep quiet for now

Pairings: none (but if you look closely I should have inserted Y/n there)

Warnings: Spoilers for Episode 21, Canon Character death, Spoilers for Bonten arc (Chapters 193-200), OOC Baji, mentions of blood, death, and guns.

Genre: angst-ish, fluff

November, 1990

Takami Baji who had recently just turned 4 years old, is patiently sitting by the seats near the E.R of the public hospital that his mother was currently giving birth in.

The childlike ignorance that had entered his system distracted him so much that he didn’t hear his mom screaming profanities and threats at his poor dad.

But he didn’t care for that because he was going to be a big brother any moment now! His eyes sparkled in glee as he thought of the things he and his baby brother were going to do when they got out of the hospital.

He could read him the picture books that his friend had lent him, they could play with the stuffed toy (in which he got as a gift), or if his none of his parents weren’t looking he could teach his brother to say his own name for his first words! And if he were lucky enough, he could sneak in a cat!

Takami could finally brag to his friends that he was an older brother! ‘Take that Toshio and Masato! Ya guys aren’t the only ones who have younger siblin's now!’ He cheerily thought, swinging his tiny feet back and forth, his black doe like eyes watching the nurses pass by the other hallways.

Fortunately for him it seems like ‘any moment’ was happening now because he had heard the loud cries of his baby brother, hopping off the stool that he sat on, and waddled as fast as his little feet could carry him a few feet at the door.

November, 1991

“Mom!!” Takami, who had turned five a few weeks prior to his little brother, had shouted while running towards the kitchen to his mother who had been cooking Keisuke’s birthday cake.

“Kei said his first word!!” He informed her with bright eyes, clutching on the hems of her shirt.

“Byakuya get the camera!” Their mom had ordered, dropping the bowl and mixer in her hands, and wiped her hands using the apron that she soon threw carelessly to the side.

Thud!

His father fell on the ground due to excitement, shouting “I’m alright!” As he stood up and ran towards the play pen where their youngest sat, playing with Takami’s stuffed animals.

“come on Kei, can you tell mommy what you told Big Bro Taka?” She cooed and lifted the birthday boy in her embrace, while their father were angling the camcorder to the mother-son pair,

Keisuke squirmed around in her hold when he felt his mom tickle his cheeks, trying to escape the prison and go back to the toys on his crib.

“Ta..! Ta’mi!” He babbled, arms reaching for the pre-schooler who stood next to their father.

“He did it again!” Takami cheered and brought his hands up to the air to celebrate his victory over his parents, much to their dismay.

November, 1992

“Yer not the only one with a younger siblin’ now Masato!” 6 years old Takami bragged when he had finally been allowed to invite his friends over when his parents had gotten the hang of taking care of their rowdy baby

Although Takami usually confuses hia friends because of their identical, well, everything! From the color of their clothes to the color of their shoes, the only way one could tell them apart was their parting hairstyle.

“But yours is a different kind of younger sibling Taka, so I still win!” The eldest of the twins who had his hair parted to the right side, had stuck his tongue out clearly mocking his friend because of his cluelessness.

“Yeah Masato’s right Takami” the younger twin who has his hair parted to the left, agreed with his look-alike.

“No I win because I was Kei’s first word while yers was either yer mom or yer dad!” Takami had also stuck his tongue out while giving him a glare.

“No I win because my younger brother follows right after me, while you still have to wait for yours!”

And their argument lasted until their moms had scolded them for fighting with the toddler beside them.

November 3, 1995

Three years had officially past with Keisuke in his Kindergartener years, and Takami in his third year in elementary.

“Mom look! Mrs. Hiiragi placed a star on me!” Keisuke grinned as he showed off the back of his hand That showed a big star with a “You did well” written on it, his other hand holding up a piece of paper that had a really colorful drawing.

The drawing contained a yellow sun on the top left corner, 2 blue clouds by underneath it, a green field with a red house above it, and a family of 4 in the middle, with their names placed above it,

Mom, Dad, Tamaki, and Me!

Was what he had written, the mom laughs at her youngest’s mistake on her other son’s name. “But Kei, you got Taka’s name wrong,” she had gently explained to him, pulling him close and gripped the sides of the paper.

“I did?!” The boy wonders and looks back at the paper, “You spelt his name wrong’” she confirmed, “It’s Takami, not Tamaki you got his ‘M’ and ‘K’ switched” she playfully pinches his nose making her son whine in response as he tried to push of her slender hands.

“I’m home!” Speak of the devil and he shall appear,

“Takami!” Keisuke cheered, crawling out of his mother’s embrace, he ran towards his eldest sibling in joy “Can you go with me to Mikey’s Dojo?” He had hugged Takami the moment he had stepped up the Tatami.

“If mom allows it!” Takami had hugged him back while sporting the same grin.

Keisuke had looked back at their mom expectantly.

She succumbed and agreed with a promise of coming home early, in which they acknowledged.

December, 2000

With the years passing by so fast Takami almost didn’t notice when he and Keisuke slightly drifted apart,

“Hey Takami, do you think I can own a pet-shop together with Kazutora when we’re older?” The younger who sat across him from the desk with his books scattered, had asked. He was finally getting some of his elementary works together with his brother! This didn’t usually happen anymore now, and Keisuke was joyful that he finally got some time alone with his brother, (Even if it meant that he had to study)

“Of course ya can why?” Takami, who was now forced to wear reading glasses due to an eye-condition that he had inherited from their father’s side of the family.

“Nothing, it’s just Math is too hard and if I had to do this to own a pet-shop then I’d rather be someone like mom now” Keisuke had glared at the papers in front of him.

“Ya mean a male wife? I mean if ya want to, but if ya really want to own one, why not let me help ya in managin’ the math?” Takami chuckled, placing his flip-phone down on the desk as he temporarily blocked his friend who kept spamming his email.

“You will??” Keisuke had excitedly asked the male in his early teens, after dropping the book in his hands, Takami confirms with a nod, holding out his hand with his little finger the only one standing tall, “It’s a promise,” He grins when Keisuke did the same and wrapped their fingers together

“It’s a promise!” Keisuke repeated “and the one who breaks it must cut off their pinky!”

Takami still thinks that consequence is too brutal..

August, 2003

Takami, 16 years old turning 17, had watched his mother kneel with her head planted on the ground in front of the Sano family.

“My sons and I send our condolences to your family for the recently deceased, along with me shouldering the responsibility for Keisuke and Kazutora’s actions,” He had heard his mother proclaim, the Sano family head remained unwavering, along with his remaining grandson. (Both of them were unaware of the platinum haired male that the deceased had adopted as one of their own.)

“I also apologize for lettin' them run rampant without my supervision Mr. Sano” Takami had apologize and went on all fours with his forehead touching the ground.

“Please raise your heads, there's nothing to forgive.” The Sano head had requested.

The only female of the Sano family cried in the arms of her friend, who also was the person Keisuke was courting.

Keisuke kneeled in the front row near the left, next to his friend group Draken, Mitsuya, and Pah-chin, all 4 of them had tears in the corners of their eyes.

Takami was beginning to think that with him joining a gang in the middle of his middle school years, he was becoming a bad influence on Keisuke.

From lighting abandoned cars on fire, to agreeing with his friend to steal a bike instead of letting him know.

Thank god his mother, and the person Keisuke was courting knocks some of his senses back when he couldn’t.

November, 2004

“this looks like a good one” Takami, recently turned 18, in the middle of his last year in high school, had complemented his younger brother’s gift for his s/o, Keisuke had bought a set of matching necklaces, a heart shaped lock, and a key.

“Looks like ya have really grown this time!” Currently they were buying a bouquet of flowers, and Keisuke insisted on getting his help because Takami knows more of the language of flowers.

“Oh shove off Takami!” The younger male looked away with a pout.

“Oh~ this would be a good gift! A bouquet of red tulips and lilacs please! Oh, and please add a note that says ‘Happy anniversary Y/n’ too!” Takami cheerily requests at the male florist who smiled back at him.

“Alright, will you pay using card or cash?” the florist had asked, “Card please” Takami had handed him the thing.

“Try not to scare Y/n off Keisuke, they’re a real keeper!” Takami had laughed at his younger brother who had his cheeks tinted red.

“Also here,” Takami had handed him a box with blue wrappings and a yellow ribbon tied around it.

“Happy 14th birthday Kei.” He gently hit Keisuke’s head with the material in hand.

“And live longer than me why don’t ya, yer gettin’ more ‘n’ more reckless I can’t keep bustin’ yer ass outta trouble!”

“The same goes for you Takami! You’re supposed to be kind and respectful towards others as mom said!”

Another promise was made between them..

October, 2005

The only month of the year that Takami had rather erase from existence, the cursed month of Bloody Halloween, the month of horror and laughs were filled with cries and pleads from him and his brother’s friends.

“Hey, Kei didn’t ya promise to watch the fireworks together this year?” He had asked through the tears that blurred his vision, gripping his younger brother’s , bloodied, cold, and calloused hands tight.

If he were faster, if he had never went to Harajuku, if he had known that an accident would occur, if he had allowed his gang mates to dispatch when the fight took too far,

Would Keisuke still be alive?

“Hah, looks like I’m...breaking mine” Keisuke laughs through the pain in his lower abdomen and his lower back.

“Hey now don’t say that,” The elder male sniffed, ”Ya will be alright.” He had convinced, though if he didn’t know who he was convincing.

“Mom’s waitin’ fer ya at home, so please stay with me Kei.” Takami pleaded to whoever was watching from above.

“Don’t leave us like dad did Kei,”

“Let’s be brothers again in another life Takami” Keisuke pledges in his final moments

Takami still thinks that the consequences of broken promises are too brutal..

November, 2018

Bang!

The loud, continuous, gun shot echoed on the walls of the blood stained room.

In the middle of it all, stood a blood covered individual, short black-hair, narrowed black eyes,

Clap!

Sang another, “Job well done once again president~” the voice cooed as they strutted closer to the other despite the pools of red that had continue to spread out on the floors. Blood splattering on their white 4 inch stilettos.

“Aria, not the time.” another had chided.

“Oh right, it’s that time of the year already” Aria, had laughed at her forgetfulness.

“Are you visiting his tomb again president?~”

Gun clicking, and pointed at the back of her head. “I told you to watch your words Kisaki,” The other’s soothing voice had threatened her, yellow, and red pupils staring at the back of her head with menace.

“Or do you want to drop dead like these humans?”

“Lower you weapon executive.” The superior had finally spoken “this is no time for a chat, Aria run after the ones that had escaped, Katsu with me.” He glared at both of them.

“Yes~” the female sang once more and sped towards the left door.

Looks like the eldest broke his too.

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 4 years ago

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Stalker X Stalker, Part 6

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Just remembered I had a plot so oops

Marinette wasn’t stupid. Nino had a brother only a few years older than Robin, and that brother had never acted so young or clingy at Robin’s age (and it surely wasn’t a thing about Robin, because she had yet to see him cling to anyone else). She knew that Robin was just using her to mess with Red Robin.

But she didn’t particularly mind. It was kind of funny to watch Red getting all worked up over his little brother and friend being close. She was glad she had her mask, because otherwise she definitely would have given away the act by this point.

Robin, for his part, had been upping things more and more every time he saw her. She wasn’t sure whether this was because he knew that she knew or because he was testing the limits of what he could do without her saying anything.

Red looked like he was at his wit’s end with Robin held out a hand for Marinette right before crossing a street. She took it, which was when he finally snapped:

“He’s twelve, not five!”

She pulled her face into a mock frown. “Are you saying that twelve-year-olds should get hit by cars, Red?”

Red Robin sputtered.

“Miss Ladybug, why is he so mean to me?” Robin asked with wide eyes. She could see the corner of his lips twitching in an effort not to smile.

She winked. His eyes narrowed just slightly then he widened them back to their wide-eyed sadness.

“I don’t know, sweetie. He’s just a meanie, I guess.”

Red Robin threw his hands up in either anger or defeat. It didn’t really matter which one it was, they counted it as a win.

Tim wasn’t surprised to walk into the Batcave one day and see Marinette’s face on the Batcomputer. The only thing he didn’t know was whether she was up there because they had figured out her identity or because Tim had started hanging out with her as a civilian.

He took a long sip of his coffee as he considered this, then he trudged over. Might as well find out.

“Hey guys,” he announced his presence.

He watched Duke out of the corner of his eyes. Duke was the newest of them, he could usually count on him to have more pronounced reactions.

Duke didn’t seem all that awkward. So it must have been them finding out her identity.

Tim sidled up beside them. “Sure that’s her?”

Bruce, never one for using his words when he didn’t have to, held up a small container of blood.

He hummed his understanding and intended for that to be the end of the conversation… but it was getting increasingly hard to ignore the eyes boreing into the side of his head. Tim fought to keep a straight face and unclench his jaw and ignore the stupid ‘d-d-don’t be suspicious’ song playing in his head.

And then Cass tapped him on the shoulder and he cursed quietly.

“Fine. Fine. I knew. Happy?”

Cass was not. She narrowed her eyes at him.

“I saw her run into an alleyway and I followed -- obviously, it’s Gotham and alleyways are dangerous -- and she transformed right in front of me.”

She nodded and let it go.

Bruce, however, did not.

“You knew her identity and didn’t think to tell us?”

“I thought to tell you, I just didn’t,” he said with a cheeky grin.

Ah. The Disappointed Dad Stare. He had certainly not missed that.

His grin melted into an awkward smile. “It felt weird to reveal her. She clearly cares about her identity since she hasn’t told us herself yet, I figured I’d respect that as long as I could.”

“... you weren’t making progress on her identity on purpose. God, that makes so much more sense,” muttered Steph.

He shrugged. “Easy to avoid someone’s identity when you know who it is.”

Bruce was still looking at him disapprovingly.

“Don’t worry, I have contingencies,” Tim said.

His father relaxed, finally. He motioned for him to go on.

“Well, a few need confirmation. I still don’t know if her yoyo can be cut and it’s hard to tell if other people can unzip her hood or not. But if the hood is open then The Flash or Superman can easily get the earrings from her -- beyond those she’d just a normal person with some fighting skills, same contingencies as The Arrows or any of us. If not then Green Lantern can probably neutralize her.”

Bruce nodded.

The other kids looked mildly concerned.

“Wait, he has contingencies for us?” Duke said.

Bruce was back to looking dismayed. Tim showed them all where their files were (he wouldn’t hack them for them, obviously, he didn’t want to break the news of exactly how messed up Bruce’s contingencies were). He could practically see all the sweat beading itself on his forehead beneath his cowl.

(Tim hid his smile. He’d finally gotten revenge for the time he’d made him stay inside after The Chloroform Incident. And revenge was sweet.)

… it wasn’t until he started seeing his siblings on the rooftop across from Marinette’s apartment that he thought that, maybe, he should have gotten them into their files. It definitely would have distracted them from the Marinette Is Ladybug situation.

At least Cass trusted Marinette -- she would have slipped up and showed her intentions at least once by now -- and therefore wasn’t likely to come by. Cass would be the one to figure out that Tim coming up to the roof was more than him just checking on his siblings.

The first person that came by was Damian. Fair enough, he’d been around Marinette the shortest amount of time and what little friendship they had was based on his lies.

Now, the youngest sibling sat, cross-legged on the rooftop. He was sketching in his sketchbook between quick glances over at Marinette. He looked up when Tim pulled himself over the side and squinted at him.

“Drake.”

“Dami,” Tim greeted, because it always annoyed his younger brother when he used the nickname. “Having fun spying on Marinette?”

Damian was silent for a few moments before clicking his tongue. “She needs to close her blinds more often.”

“Aw, do you care about her?” Tim teased, reaching over to ruffle his brother’s hair.

He pushed his hand away. “She’s a Gothamite and is therefore under our protection.”

Tim snickered and shook his head, taking a seat beside him on the rooftop. “We can tell Duke about it once everyone else has had their chance at checking her out. He’s the only one that can get away with asking her to close it.”

Damian nodded firmly.

Tim hid the fond smile on his face by diverting his brother’s attention: “So, what’re you sketching?”

Damian’s eyes lit up.

The next person to drop by was Bruce himself. He was sitting there, in all black despite the fact that it was less useful during the day, with full spy equipment.

Tim dropped down beside him and was offered a set of headphones. The two of them stayed there in silence for a long time, listening to Marinette going about her day. She was currently cooking something and singing along to a song:

“I always feel like... somebOdy’s watching meeEe… andIhavenoprivacy~.”

Tim was choosing to ignore the song choice in favor of giggling about her inability to hit the notes. He could feel Bruce watching him out of the corner of his eyes, but he didn’t say anything and neither did Tim.

Next was Steph.

Steph raised her eyebrows at Tim when she saw him.

“Come here often?” She asked in a tone that was only half-joking.

“Only recently,” he lied. “Trying to figure out if any of you trust my judgement.”

“Doubtful.”

“Yeah, Duke is my last hope.”

She snickered and shook her head. “To be fair, you’re whipped. You could have been biased.”

“But I’m not.”

“But you’re not,” she conceded, then turned her gaze back on Marinette. “She’s cute. I approve.”

“Glad to know you trust her.”

“I wasn’t talking about it like that and you know it,” Steph said with a wink.

Tim blushed and pushed her face away. “You’re the worst.”

Marinette was having a little difficulty figuring out the not-quite-a-language that the bats spoke with her. She wanted to learn it because she cared about Black Bat and, though she could use ASL, it was clear that she wasn’t comfortable with any particular language… but wow was it hard to learn a language when there wasn’t any actual language involved.

Thankfully, Signal had said he would teach her since he had learned it the most recently and therefore might have an easier time teaching it.

Now, it was just after they had finished their lessons for the day and the two of them were relaxing together between their patrols. He had his head in her lap as they both scrolled through Twitter, occasionally laughing and showing each other the dumb things that the other bats had supposedly done. Her favorite so far was the picture someone had discreetly taken of Robin while he was petting their dog.

And then Signal suddenly sat up straight, eyes so wide beneath his domino that she swore that the lenses were going to pop out.

“Uh --?”

“We need to go,” he said.

She felt his hand wrap around her wrist and now she was being dragged somewhere else --.

There was a rush of air and next thing she knew she was being held just barely off the ground.

She blinked all the dryness out of her eyes and then looked up to see that her captor was none other than Superman himself. He had grabbed both of them and taken them to where the Batcomputer was, holding her by her hood and Signal by the back of his shirt. He looked angry, but not particularly at her. She followed his gaze to where Batman was sitting in his Batchair.

“B --.”

“Batman,” said Batman sternly.

Oh, so Superman got to know his secret identity and she didn’t?

(She was ignoring the fact that Batman’s civilian name started with a B.)

“Batman, what do I have here?”

“Two children?”

“Two. Metas.”

“Technically, Ladybug isn’t a meta. Her powers were given to her by a god that lives in her earrings,” Batman informed him.

Marinette tried not to smile too much. Look at how much he had grown. He was using her excuses now.

Superman’s eyes narrowed. She’d say something about how ‘if looks could kill, Batman would be dead’... but, considering the fact that Superman could kill someone with a single look, it didn’t really work.

“And is the god allowed in Gotham?”

Batman didn’t have an excuse for that one. He just grunted a specific grunt which Marinette had learned meant: “What’s your point?”

Superman also knew this specific grunt, apparently. “My point is that the last time I was in Gotham you put kryptonite in my coffee! You said no metas, and we listened, but now you have two!”

“They’re my kids.”

Marinette blinked. “News to me.”

Signal tried to reach across Superman to punch her arm. Superman was a very wide not-man, so he came up short.

“Do you want to be kicked out of Gotham?”

“Guess I’ve always wanted family here,” she said quickly.

Superman squinted at them for a long time before, finally, dropping them.

“You’re lifting your no meta rule.”

“No --.”

“Yes. If even you’re not going to listen to it, neither should we.”

Batman didn’t seem happy. Superman didn’t seem to care. Probably because he was a good head taller and had far more superpowers than Batman did.

Superman left soon after.

Marinette knew it wasn’t the time, because Batman was back to his Batbrooding, but she couldn’t help the grin slowly spreading across her face.

“So, Dad, can I have the new Xbox for Christmas?”

Duke had visited Marinette. Tim hadn’t seen him visit, but he definitely had because Marinette had closed her blinds and they hadn’t been open in days. She was still in Gotham, though, she had gone on patrols and, as far as he could tell, she didn’t have any places in Gotham in her name. She had to still be in the apartment, so Duke must have visited as Signal and told her to close them.

And he should have been happy about this. It was far safer that way. The less people knew that there was a woman living alone in that apartment the better.

… but he couldn’t help but be concerned.

The blinds being closed was his best indication of when she was about to leave or currently not home. He didn’t like that he no longer had a way of figuring that out. How was he supposed to watch over her while she was getting groceries if he never knew when she was going?

He gives her a necklace with a tracker in it the next time he sees her as Tim.

She raised her eyebrows at the box he was holding out to her. “Don’t you think it’s a little early to propose?” She joked, but he could hear the slight wariness bleeding into her tone.

He grins easily. “It’s just to thank you for the outfit you’re making me.”

“You pay me,” she said. “That’s thanks enough for me.”

“Maybe I just feel a little bad about guilting you into making it in the first place.”

She hesitates, but he could see the shiny red gem inlaid in it winning her over. It doesn’t matter that she wasn’t a gold digger, she was a fashion designer and he had purposefully chosen a common gem color so she’d be more inclined to wear it more often. It worked with a lot of outfits and it came from someone she -- hopefully -- considered a friend? There was little reason to say no.

As expected, she gave in.

She turned around and he carefully clasped it behind her neck. He pressed a tiny kiss to the back of her head.

When she turned back around her face was redder than the gem. He couldn’t help but smile.

“Ready to go?”

She nodded, taking his hand and allowing him to pull her along to the newest attraction.

Marinette fell back on her bed with a huff.

“Tikkiiiiiiiii,” she complained.

The kwami slipped out of her purse and came up to float above her face. “Did you enjoy your date?”

“It wasn’t --!”

Tikki laughed at her dismay. Because Tikki sucked.

She dropped the pillow back beside herself and curled up in what had used to be Tim’s jacket (she wasn’t joking when she’d taken it, he was never getting it back).

“Tim better be Red Robin. I’m not doing the whole ‘two crushes at once’ thing again.”

You know, there were actually times where Tim felt bad about chipping Marinette. He wasn’t out of it enough to think that it wasn’t messed up, he knew that there was a reason he didn’t want the other bats to know.

And he knew that, if he had to keep his habits from fellow bats, his habits had to be pretty bad. Every single one of them had a tendency to watch over their loved ones from time to time, it just came with the territory of having friends that are a) vigilantes/heroes/Rogues, b) stupid enough to live in Gotham, or c) an unfortunate mix of both. And, really, when you have the entire world at your fingertips it’s hard not to cross a few lines from time to time.

But Tim couldn’t bring himself to care about that line when she didn’t seem to care about her own safety.

She left the house constantly. Tim was beginning to suspect that she’d had her blinds open so often in order to feel closer to people rather than because she liked sunning herself. This would be fine… if she wasn’t leaving as a civilian. Marinette cared about her secret identity almost as much as Bruce did, so he knew that she probably wouldn’t try too hard to escape attackers for fear of them finding out who she was through her very particular fighting style. The bats had drilled her on the best ways to deal with being held at gunpoint and everything, but not every criminal was completely predictable. Bruce’s parents were a prime example of that.

She also had a tendency to take food without checking to see if it was laced. She did it especially when Tim handed her food and, while he liked that she trusted him, he didn’t love that she was as trusting of him as she was.

Marinette had trouble detecting when people were watching her, too. He figured it was just a byproduct of having most of the stuff she did as Ladybug filmed by tv crews and random civilians… but understanding why she was like that didn’t make him any less concerned about it.

Most damning, however, was how she dealt with catcalling.

Tim never felt a need to intervene when any of his siblings got catcalled on the job. He could trust them to tell whoever it was to stop with however much politeness was correct for the situation (usually not that much).

(The only exception was Damian because, unlike everyone else, Damian was still very obviously a minor. And even then the temptation to beat them up was mostly sated by the fact that Damian knew far more nonlethal ways to hurt them than he did.)

But the few times Marinette had gotten catcalled in front of him she… had just very politely asked them not to say that? And, when they didn’t stop, she had just sat there in her discomfort until they were done?

And Tim had done nothing but watch in stunned silence the first few times. It hadn’t been on purpose, he had just… not been expecting it. She usually acted far more confident, usually had some sort of retort on her tongue, why was this any different?

He didn’t know. Both he and Steph had tried to ask but she shut down both times and they didn’t want her to be more upset than she already was so they’d stopped trying.

The bats just silently agreed to check in on her through comms when she was quiet for too long and, if she didn’t respond, head towards her last known location and start looking.

So, yeah, his paranoia wasn’t completely unfounded.

Marinette blinked at the envelope Black Bat had handed her.

She turned it over in her hands, wondering if it was some kind of test, but that wasn’t really as much of a Black Bat thing as it was a Batman or Red Robin thing. So, she figured it probably wasn’t dangerous. She still found herself examining it. It was done in an old style, with a rough and slightly yellowed paper, a red wax seal with a pointy hat emblem she didn’t recognize, and ‘Ladybug’ written across the front in gorgeous calligraphy.

“Uh…?”

Black Bat only smiled at her and made a motion to open it.

Marinette hesitantly opened the letter and pulled out more weird paper. It was splattered with something that looked suspiciously like dried blood. In the same elegant script that had decorated the front, it read:

Your spirit has been summoned to my annual Halloween Party!

Dress to kill!

This was followed by a bunch of directions and timings and stuff about RSVP-ing.

Marinette looked at Black Bat, somehow even more confused than she had been before.

Thankfully, Red Robin chose that moment to run down the stairs, waving his invitation excitedly.

He stopped short when he saw Marinette already holding her invitation and huffed, sending Black Bat a halfhearted glare. “I wanted to tell her.”

Black Bat’s smile morphed into a smirk.

“Rude,” Red said. Then, he turned to Marinette. “We got invited to his Halloween Party!”

“Yeah… whose Halloween Party, exactly?”

“Scarecrow’s, of course!”

… what?

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rosaliepostsstuff · 4 years ago

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Weasley support system

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Summary: Y/N takes the position of a subtitute teacher at Hogwarts; her and George’s eldest son comes out as gay Word count: 1465

warnings: pretty emotional, but I wouldn’t say sad? supportive parents and siblings

a/n: This is based on the concept from my last post. I didn’t spend too much time working on it so I hope you like it? I couldn’t decide on a title so this one might be rubbish. It was a good palate cleanser while writing the next chapter of little steps as it’s long and my mind started going in loops. Which is why if you have any request, send it my way. I know I haven’t shown much yet, but I’m open peeps

Feedback encouraged!

14th May 2020

Dear Y/N,

The reason I am writing to you is to make a request.

I have recently received news of our current Defence Against the Dark Arts professor’s plan to retire. I’m afraid this has come as a bit of a shock to me and I won’t be able to find a suitable and competent successor in time before September. I don’t suppose you would be willing to take that position long-term, however, I’d like to offer you the position of a substitute teacher for one year, time in which I’m sure to find somebody good enough.

I am giving you time to think the decision through, but I hope to see you at the start of September.

Minerva McGonagall Headmistress Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

You finished reading the letter and placed it on the table next to your coffee mug and the breakfast leftovers. George took your hand and you looked up at him, both of your facial expressions in a mix of excitement and uncertainty. “What do you think?” He asked after a bit of silence, softly caressing your hand with his thumb. “It’s an interesting opportunity..” “It is..” you trailed off “I would see the kids more” he nodded.

You got a bit happier at the thought, and your mind once more went to how soon they’d finally be back home for the summer. You got used to being apart from them, last September even your youngest left for Hogwarts, meaning you and George were left alone at home. You got used to it, but you still missed your babies, who were not babies anymore.

Your eldest, Lucas - now finishing his fifth year, was an introvert with a heart of gold. The twin girls – Ruby and Vivian – although different from each other, both took after their dad – but to your luck with less interest in mischief. The youngest – Jacob, had a natural talent for driving his sisters insane.

You knew being apart from George for months after nearly twenty years of being married would not be easy, but you decided to go through with it, hoping this interesting experience would prove worth it.

Riding on the Hogwarts Express brought a familiar sense of excitement, but you weren’t a student anymore. It was strange, passing the compartments and seeing your children and their many cousins chatting with their friends just as you have all those years ago.

As a professor, you were determined to make your students comfortable and interested in what they were learning. They often asked questions about your work and sometimes about Weasleys’ Wizards’ Wheezes (as a Mrs Weasley it was inevitable) which served as a treat.

“Luke, could you stay behind, please?” you called after your son one day, right after a N.E.W.T. level class with 6th years. He gave his friends a look and walked up to you. “Could you pass me your textbook for a second? I think there were some changes between editions and I’d like to check it with the one I have before my next group…” You said as he reluctantly took the book back out of his bag and put it in front of you.

You flipped through a few chapters and started skimming through one you needed to check. You saw some doodles around the text, along with a few signatures from the same person – Dylan. You did not give it much thought – you knew Dylan, he was Luke’s friend and visited your house a few times in their first years.

You also didn’t notice Luke’s change in expression when you reached that page. His whole body tensed up and breath hitched. He didn’t listen to you ramble about the change in the description of non-verbal spells, he wiped his sweaty palms in his trousers and studied your face, waiting for something.

“You should invite him over around Christmas, baby. It’s been a while.” You said closing both of the books. “Who?” “Dylan” “Why?” asked with a shaky voice, starting to feel slightly sick. “Well, you mention him so often. He’s still your best friend, isn’t he?” you looked up to see your son in a state you’ve never witnessed before and you didn’t understand why. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as his eyes started to shine. “He’s not really my friend, mum.” you waited for him to continue, “I like him.” his voice barely audible, yet you still didn’t understand what was going on. You brought your hand up to caress his arm as his lip began to tremble, “I know, baby, it’s-“ “No, mum, you don’t get it!” He bit his lip holding back his tears. “I- I like him…”

You pulled him into a hug and cursed yourself for taking so long to catch up. You embraced the boy as tight as you could. “I’m sorry,” he said between weeps. “No, baby! You have nothing to be sorry about” You brought his face to your shoulder and caressed his head. He took his height after his dad and was already taller than you, but right now felt so small in your arms as you wanted to protect him from the world. “I’m sorry I haven’t told you sooner” “It’s my fault you didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell me.” You said, now crying with him. You stayed like that for a bit, kissing the side of his head from time to time. “I’m not sure you could’ve done any better, mum. You’re pretty great,” he laughed softly. “I try.” You chuckled. “Could you.. could you not tell dad?” he said pulling away. It slightly worried you. Was he afraid of coming out to George? You didn’t know how he’d react, but it couldn’t be bad. He loves his children, no matter what. “I- I just want to tell him properly, face to face. I’ll do it during Christmas break.” “Ok, baby,” you said, relieved, pulling him down to place one last kiss to his cheek, to which he rolled his eyes. Back to normal, that means.

It wasn’t easy hiding it from George when you saw him next weekend, but you managed. Luke soon came out to his siblings (Jacob replied with ‘so?’ and the twins claim they knew).

Before you knew it, George was picking you all up from Kings Cross and you were heading home for Christmas.

The next day, you spent the early afternoon at the Burrow to Molly’s delight. Back home, you planned to decorate the house and most importantly – the Christmas tree, after dinner which you were now preparing in the kitchen. It was open to the lounge room, where you could hear George mumble mostly to himself while reading a magazine. You had missed that.

Lucas walked down the stairs inconspicuously and walked up behind the couch. “Can I talk to you, dad?” he asked and you tried to stick to your cooking and let them have their moment, but it was hard not to listen in. “Sure, champ, what is it?” George looked up from behind the paper for just a second, and Luke sat down. “I- I gotta tell you something.”

George put the paper down, confused by the sudden seriousness. “..You’re not making me a granddad yet, are you?” he tried to lighten the mood, but when Luke only looked at his feet, George straightened up completely with raised eyebrows. “No, I’m not,” George’s face relaxed a bit, before his son continued, “that’s unlikely.” he paused for a bit and took a deep breath. “I’m gay, dad”.

There was silence for what felt like hours when in reality it lasted just a few seconds.

George’s face showed pure shock. His back fell against the couch. “Dad?..” Tears started to well up in Luke’s eyes and you wanted to run up to him when you heard the shakiness in his voice. But then George looked up at him.

The warm, reassuring smile you saw on his face reminded you again why you love that man so much. He opened his arms and your son entered his embrace. “I love you, son. And I’m proud of you.” “I love you too, dad.”

That evening, decorating the house with your family made you happier than ever before. You watched the kids bicker about the placement of the ornaments when an arm snaked around your waist. “The rascals will always find something to fight over, won’t they?” he said with a smile and kissed your cheek. You looked up and placed your hand on the side of his face and whispered “I love you” “I love you back,” he said and kissed you softly. When he pulled away, you saw that familiar smirk and he turned to the kids.

“So, any boy you’re gonna introduce to us soon?”

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley fanfiction #weasley twins #harry potter imagine #x reader

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years ago

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O.o

"You guys heard that?" Mimic spoke suddenly, dropping counting the money on his hands as Kai continued writing as Kurono looked around with an arched eyebrow.

"I don't hear nothing." The man mumbled but soon a louder "tsssss" was heard. Kai immediatly widened GIS yes at the sound and shot from his chair.

"EveryONE DOWN-!" it was too late. Ink of many colors was exploded inside his office, creating a colorful ambient as the three dirty man blinked in shock before Kai gritted hid teeth together, hives started to appear and his right eye twitched in anger as he heard many gigglings from the other wall.

"BRATS!" He shouted at the top of his lungs before storming out of his room, founding three of his sons rolling of laughter on the ground as the other three giggled at his sign coming closer before the six of them stormed out of the house.

"I SWEAR TO GOD I AM PUTTING YPU SIX ON CLEANING THE TOILETS OF THIS ENTIRE HOUSE YOU PESTS-!" He stopped on the middle of his running when he saw you crouching down with the boys.

"Papa screamed at us!" Kaito, the older brother pointed at him blankly while his five other siblings nodded and cuddled over you.

"What? Why?" You asked, soon widening your eyes at the state your husband was in... wet in blue, green, purple and pink ink from head to toe.

"We were playing but then a accident happened on his office and he screamed at us!" The younger one, Kaede, fake moaned while his brother Kaori sniffled and nodded along.

"Kai!" You gasped as he twitched his eye.

"THOSE PESTS JUST THREW A INK BOMB ON MY OFFICE-!"

"We were playing!" Kagiyoshi nonchantly spoke as he showed one toy on his hand.

"Kai maybe it was a thing of the new precepts." You sighed while he glared at the six boys smirking at him.

"Those-Those kids are demons.. I swear-!"

"Yeah hon, go take a shower and I will put your clothes on the laundry.." you sighed whiel urging him to walk along with you before looking over your shoulder "Go play outside a bit boys, daddy is just stressed from work is all!"

"Yes mommy!" All the six smiled like they were little angels as Kai narrowed his eyes at them.

"Katoshi. Please wash your hands before eating." Kai sighed as the boy widened his eyes before narrowing his amber and (E/c) eyes at him.

"Dad... I'm Kagemitsu... Katoshi is right there!" He pointed at the boy with (H/c) hair already eating.

"Right... apolo-"

"Bleh!" The boy showed his tongue at him and pushed his chair to be close to yours instead.

"We have six of them, is normal to confuse kids name for God's sake." He nonchantly commented as you giggled and petted Kage's hair.

"Let him be, they soon forgive you for it."

"They don't." He commented blantly as the six nodded in union while he deadpanned.

Walking in the park you and Kai stopped by a hot dog stan and a fountain to count if everyone was still there.

"Right. Kaito, Kagiyoshi, Kagemitsu." You hugged the boys when they raised their hands and laughed when you poked each one of their cheeks. Kai smiled at the scene before he went to see the other three.

"Kaishi, Kaori..." he slowly put his gloved finger down as he saw that the youngest son of his wasn't there.

"Kaito." He called and the boy looked up "Weren't you watching your brother?"

"He is always glued to Kaori!" He exclaimed and all of the Chisakis panick, especially him and his wife.

"KAEDE!" he shouted as you called as well along with the five boys.

"Kaede!!! Where are you sweetie?!"

"I'm right here." A voice from up above caught their attention, and when Kai looked up he almost ripped his own hair out.

"CARE TO EXPLAIN WHY THE HECK YOU'RE UP THERE YOU PEST?!" He shouted as the boy shrugged and climbed out of the tree.

"Kaishi dared me to do it."

"LIAR!" the boy exclaimed in anger while you and Kai exchanged a tired look, knowing that if two of the boys started a fight, then l of them were included.

Kai sighed before grabbing four of the boys on his arms like they were bags of potatoes under his arms as they squirmed and cried for him to let go as you grabbed the two youngest hands and walked along with him.

"Curse your fertile womb woman." He mumbled to you before you arched an eyebrow at him.

"Our boys have your attitude though."

"Grandpop!!!" Three of them exclaimed as the rest of the boys smiled and went to hug the elder as Kai took a quick nap on the couch.

"Woah boys. Great to see all of you are doing..." he stopped talking as he saw Kai, not with a mask but with drawings on his face with black ink. A glass, a mustache and even some silly faces on his forehead as well with a fake mask all over his chin and lips.

"Kai..? Boys, you saw what happened with your father?" He chuckled as the boys shrugged.

"We just got here and found him sleeping there like this." Kagemitsu spoke nonchantly as his older brother nodded.

"I bet it was uncle Rappa!" Kaede spoke up suddenly as the bois nodded like it was a brilliant idea while smirking.

"I see. Kai." He shocked the man while he begrudily opened his eyes "Go wash your face my boy."

"What?" He said before Kaishi showed him a mirror and he almost jumped from his seat and ran to the bathroom. He came back moments later with face all ted from scrubbing as the boys laughed at him while Pops hidded his chuckles.

"When I put you all in time out I will see the laughter." He growled as the boys hidded behind the elder.

"Kai cmon, those boy didn't do anything. Those kids of yours took all of (Y/n)!" He smiled as the kids smirked at him.

"Those brats are the main reason why my stress levels are so high." He gritted his teeth together.

"Boomer!" Kaito exclaimed nonchantly ar his younger siblings laughed at the comment.

Puffs of air lefted his lips as he felt gentle ribs and hands on his back as you applied pressure to the many knots on his back.

"My poor husband always working and having all of this tension on his back." You cooed before kissing his neck as he hummed.

"You make it all worth it though angel... " when you lifted yourself off from him you yelped at his wrist grabbing yours and pulling you to bed with him. "How should I repay you?" You shivered when he kissed that special spot on your neck.

You two just shared a look before going to kiss as his hands gripped the hem of your shirt to pull up when-

Creaaaaaakkkk

"Mommy I cant sleep..." Kaishi mumbled while rubbing one of his eyes, messy dark brow hair as he holded his stuffed toy on one hand.

Kai just let his face fall on the crook of your neck and let out a pitiful groan as you giggled and carresed his back.

"Come on honey, you can sleep with mommy and daddy today." The boy smiled and made his way to the bed and cuddled up to you and showing a smirk to his dad.

"Why you little sh-"

"Can we sleep here too?" Kaori spoke as his younger brother yawned before the rest of teh brothers joined in as well.

Kai's amber eyes twitched before he sighed and waved his hand at the air.

"I give up. All of you, bed now." All the boys squealed happily as you giggled at your husbands look.

"Maybe tommorow?"

"I need a whole week alone with you." He groaned when Kaito slapped his chest with a 'not happening' moan.

Bonus!

Three...

Two...

One...

And...!

Before he could even understand what was going on he almost puked at the immense pressure on his stomach as he widened his eyes.

"WAKE UP DADDY!" A choir of his sons voice woke him up as he grabbed a pillow to muffle his screams.

You were cooking the breakfast before hearing a bunch of giggles on the house.

"BOYS!!!!" The voice of your husband echoed on the house as you shocked your head while smilling.

Just a normal day on the the Shie Hassaikai house.

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The One Where TK Strand Meets The In-Laws

Four times TK Strand meets and charms a Reyes woman.

Written for Lone Star Week Day 1 - Family

A/N: At the end of the story click on each of the girls names to see what I imagine they look like. Spoiler alert* Every Reyes is beautiful.

TK Strand knows his boyfriend has a big family. One of four kids – the youngest of the siblings with three older sisters and a mother who baby him – Carlos tells him with a bashful smile that TK finds precious. There are pictures of them around Carlos’ apartment, he knows all about them, he just hasn’t met them.

They’ve only just made this thing between them official, and they’re taking their time enjoying each other before they bring family into the mix.

Even with his dad, who already knows Carlos, TK has made sure to keep things as separate as he can between work and their personal life. He wants this time to be about them as they settle into the relationship. This is why he’s taken by surprise the first time he meets Valentina, Carlos’ oldest sister, since the last thing he expected was to meet her in Carlos’ apartment when his boyfriend is still at work, with TK walking into his place hoping to surprise him with dinner.

“Uh – hello?” he gets out, caught off guard by the very pretty woman with long black hair scrolling through her phone as she lays back on the leather couch in the living room. He watches her lower her phone from her face, raising an eyebrow at him as he stands nervously by the door. He recognizes her instantly from the pictures, but even if he didn’t, he could see the family resemblance. She’s beautiful like Carlos, same brown eyes, and expressive eyebrows that are currently judging the hell out of him.

“And just who might you be?” she questions as she sits up. “Walking into my baby brother’s apartment with a key,” she looks pointedly at the hand where the keys tangle from.

“I’m TK,” he answers as he takes a steadying breath, shifting the groceries in his hand to close the door. “I’m Carlos’ boyfriend, and you’re Valentina, right?”

Valentina’s eyebrows climb a little higher if possible. “Yeah.”

“Carlos has told me about all of you, and shown me pictures,” he explains, heading for the kitchen instead of continuing to stand by the door like an idiot. He hears her standing up, her shoes clicking on the wooden floor as she follows him. He turns around to find her leaning on one of the counters, watching him with an assessing look while he takes out the veggies he needs for the fajitas he has planned.

“That’s funny,” she starts, still looking at him skeptically. “He hasn’t mentioned you.”

TK gives her a half-smile that seems to surprise her. “That’s not odd; we are still pretty new.”

Going by Valentina's expression, it’s obvious she doesn’t quite believe him, given that he let himself in with his own set of keys and is moving around Carlos’ kitchen like it’s a common occurrence – which it is – he understands the look.

“The title I mean, of boyfriends,” he explains. “That’s what’s new; it took us a while to get it right.”

Valentina nods, giving him the benefit of the doubt. “So, your name is TK?”

“Yep, TK Strand,” he answers with a bright smile, sticking out his hand for her to take. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” she says with a quirk of her lips as she shakes his hand. “So, how did you meet my baby brother?”

“On the job,” TK says as he leans back against the sink to face her.

“Are you a cop?” she asks, curious.

Shaking his head, he smiles. “No, I’m a firefighter, my crew answered a call he was on about six months ago, and we’ve been trying to figure this out since.”

“Six months?” she exclaims, her eyes widening at the time frame. “I can’t believe he’s managed to keep you a secret for this long. Carlos shares everything with us.”

TK lets out a wince, suddenly feeling bad. He hadn’t really thought about Carlos keeping quiet about him because it’s what TK wanted.

“I was going through some things,” he hedges. “I wasn’t ready for a relationship, and Carlos was very patient with me.”

Valentina looks at him unconvinced, and TK feels a trickle of worry run through him. The last thing he wants is for Carlos’ family not to like him now when he’s sure about his feelings, and all he wants is to be with Carlos.

“I’ll tell you what,” TK starts, deciding that it’s time to get to know the important people in his boyfriend’s life, starting with his sister. “I’m making Carlos dinner, that’s why I came over. He should be home in about an hour; the only thing is I’m not the greatest cook,” he continues, hoping she’ll agree to his idea. “He usually handles the dinners. Help me not fuck it up, and you can grill me all you want.”

Valentina stares at him for a moment before she smirks at him, the expression on her face wickedly amused. She points a finger at him. “If I make you cry – ” she warns.

“We’ll blame it on the onions,” he jokes back at her, pleased when she lets out a laugh.

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Valentina is in the middle of telling TK about the time Carlos decided that he was going to ‘rescue’ the neighborhood dogs when Carlos walks in.

“He stole them!” she exclaims, and TK is laughing so hard tears are running down his face. “Lured all of them with treats, then when Mami demanded he return them, he said that if the people were better dog owners, it wouldn’t have been so easy to take the dogs from their yards in the first place. He was nine.”

TK laughs loudly, turning his head towards the door when he hears it open.

“Baby?” Carlos calls out, stopping short as he spots them still in the kitchen, Valentina sits on top of the counter while TK finishes cooking, she’d been guiding him through every step of making fajitas. “What’s going on?”

TK has a grin on his face as he makes his way over to him, he gives him a soft kiss, and though Carlos is still surprised to see him hanging out with his sister, he returns it, his touch gentle as he holds TK by the waist.

Pulling back, TK gives him another smile. “Valentina was just telling me of your dognapping ways,” he teases, enjoying the groan Carlos lets out as he rubs his face. “I’m going to have to warn dad to make sure Buttercup is safe.”

“It’s a good thing he became a cop,” Valentina declares, a smirk on her face as she looks at her brother. “If not, I fear the master criminal he would have become.”

TK chuckles softly while Carlos rolls his eyes at his sister before making his way over to kiss her on the cheek.

“Hey, Vale.”

“Nene,” Valentina smiles at him, running a hand over his hair tenderly. “I’ve been getting to know your boy here.”

Carlos shoots him a look, and TK can see the concern in his eyes, huffing a laugh he nods towards her. “She’s been very nice, even helped make dinner for you.”

“Valentina, nice?” Carlos questions, raising an eyebrow. “Sounds fake, but okay,” he dodges the swipe of her hand with practiced ease.

“Grosero,” she gripes, shaking her head at him while Carlos chuckles.

“What brings you by?” Carlos asks as he opens the fridge to get some water.

Valentina gives him a shrug of her shoulder. “I had some time off, figured I’d visit, and we could talk about Mami’s upcoming birthday. Instead, I met TK and stuck around to make sure if he’s good enough for you.”

“What’s the verdict?” TK asks, sharing a playful look with her when she smirks over at him.

“You’re way too cool for my nerdy baby brother,” she answers seriously.

TK high-fives her, both of them laughing when Carlos lets out another groan.

“I should have known you’d win her over with a snap of your fingers,” he complains, shaking his head, the smile on his face contradicting his words. “I need a shower, are you staying for dinner, Vale?”

“She is,” TK says quickly when Valentina hesitates. “She has to tell me more stories about baby Carlos.”

Carlos watches as they share a grin, and shakes his head again, resigned to his fate. “Won’t that be fun.”

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“How could you have never been to a state fair?” Carlos asks him as they walk hand in hand through the crowded carnival. Neon lights flash from the rides and games, all around is the roar of the crowd.

TK shrugs his shoulders, pressing himself closer to Carlos when a group of kids run by them so fast they almost make him drop his cotton candy. “I don’t know,” he says, taking a bite of the pink and blue fluff. “I mean, I’ve been to Coney Island, but that’s always there. If the state fair came to New York, and I’m sure it did, I guess we just missed it.”

“Besides, this has a very wholesome vibe to it,” TK waves his hand around the place. “That is kind of missing from the city.”

“Are you having fun, though?” Carlos asks with a little crease between his brows as he looks around the chaotic place with concern. “We can always go and do something else if you don’t like it.”

TK stops to face Carlos, he raises his hand and presses his thumb between Carlos’ eyebrows, trying to smooth out the frown. “I’m having fun,” he assures him, mimicking Carlos frown teasingly before giving way to a smile. “Really, this is something I’ve never done before, it’s great.”

Carlos’ face clears as he smiles back at TK, looking back at him happily. TK leans into Carlos’ frame, pleased when Carlos brings his hand to TK’s waist, holding him close to his body.

“I have you, and my cotton candy,” he gestures towards his treat. “Both of which are sweet and taste delicious,” he continues, smirking when Carlos’ eyes drift down to his lips.

“Which one tastes better?” Carlos asks, his brown eyes glistening under the fair lights, and TK has to take a steadying breath at the sinfully playful look on Carlos’ face.

“Well, I have been eating the cotton candy for the last fifteen minutes and haven’t kissed you,” TK starts as he brings his hand up to Carlos’ neck, pulling him closer. “I have to taste you again for a fair comparison, you understand.”

Carlos nods, eyes dancing with amusement, his lips inches away from TK’s. “For science.”

“Exactly,” TK says, letting out a soft needy sound just as Carlos covers his mouth with his, licking his way into TK’s mouth without hesitation.

TK holds on to Carlos as he all but melts into the kiss he gives him. It’s all tongue, heat, and sugar from the candy they’ve been sharing. TK has a history with substances, but he knows right now that no drug will ever make him feel as good as Carlos Reyes kissing him like it’s the only thing he wants to do.

He moans softly into the kiss, feeling Carlos’ slight shake as he grips his waist tighter in an effort to get even closer. TK is ready to end the kiss just to tell Carlos they need to find some dark corner, now, when someone calls their attention.

“Making out like a horny teenager, Carlos. So much for being an upstanding officer of the law.”

TK feels Carlos freeze at the words, pulling away from him with a jerk. TK is breathing heavily as he turns around to find a beautiful woman with wild curly hair, golden brown skin, and familiar expressive brown eyes watching them with a straight look on her face. Next to her is a little girl no older than ten staring at them with large eyes.

“Sofía, hi,” Carlos gets out kind of stammering and blushing, and TK instantly realizes it’s Carlos’ second oldest sister. “Mari,” he continues, looking down at the little girl, losing his awkwardness as he smiles at her. “Hola mi amor.”

“Hi, Tio Carlos,” the little girl greets back, stepping forward when Carlos holds out his arms to her. TK watches as Carlos gets down to hug her, smiling when she kisses Carlos on the cheek. TK looks up from the sweet display as Carlos asks Mari how’s school, to find Sofia studying him like a bug under a microscope.

“So, you are the white boy my little brother is smitten with,” she questions, the corner of her mouth quirking upward when Carlos’ head snaps up to her from talking with his niece.

“You didn’t really think Valentina kept to herself meeting him or the dinner you guys had, did you?” Sofía rolls her eyes unimpressed when Carlos gives her a lost look. “It’s like you don’t know us.”

“Tia Lola, Tia Valentina, and Mami have been facetiming talking about your boyfriend,” Mari volunteers as she looks at TK curiously. “Titi Vale said you were really cute,” she says shyly, and TK is instantly charmed. “She was right.”

TK grins down at her, crouching down like Carlos had done to meet her eyes. “Thank you, Mari, but I’m not as cute as you though,” he answers, getting another shy smile. “I’m TK,” he holds out his hand for her, smiling when she takes it. “How old are you?”

“Nine,” Mari says proudly, and TK nods before standing up to look back at Sofía.

“TK Strand, the ‘white boy’ boyfriend, or the gringo like Valentina called me,” he says, holding out his hand for her too, flashing her a smirk when she gives him a reluctant smile at his words.

“Sofía Reyes, older sister of this one,” she points at Carlos. “The quietest of the Reyes clan and therefore the one you should fear the most,” she says menacingly. “Lola will say it’s her because she’s nuts, but she adopts every stray that comes her way. I’m the scary one.”

TK reins in the urge to grin, knowing it’s the wrong thing to do in the face of an obviously fiercely protective older sister, and instead, lets himself feel a wave of satisfaction at knowing that Carlos is so cared for by his family.

“I will make a note to let her know it’s not her when I finally meet her,” TK assures her.

Sofía raises an eyebrow at him. “You think you’ll get that far?”

“I don’t see why not,” TK shrugs; as far as he’s concerned, he’ll eventually get to know all of them. “I met Valentina and liked her very much; you seem nice too. Makes sense I would meet Lola too, she’s Carlos’ other sister,” he looks over at Carlos, who is staring at him quietly and a little nervous like he did when Valentina was at the apartment. “After all, I’m not going anywhere, so meeting the rest of Carlos’ family seems inevitable, and I look forward to getting to know everyone important to him.”

Sofía stares at him for a moment, and it’s obvious that she’s making up her mind about him. He stands up straighter, hoping she doesn’t find him lacking. Finally, she smiles at him, now more welcoming.

“Valentina said you were smooth,” she says with a smirk.

“I’m really not,” he answers, getting a playful roll of her eyes.

“You are,” she says again. “But you also come off as sincere, so it’s sweet. Are you enjoying the fair?”

TK nods, looking back at Carlos. He holds out his hand to him, smiling softly when Carlos takes it. “I’ve never been to one, it’s nice.”

“You’ve never been to a fair?” Mari exclaims, appalled by his lack of life experience, and the three of them have to keep from laughing at how offended she sounds. “Have you gotten on the rides?”

TK shakes his head, biting down on his lip when she makes a disgusted sound. “Can you keep a secret?” he says in a loud whisper, focusing on Mari, so she knows it’s just for her. He’s charmed by the way she nods her head quickly at him. “I’m kind of scared of them, and really what I want is for your uncle to win me a big teddy bear.”

Mari lights up at the suggestion, turning from him to Carlos. “Tio, you have to!”

Carlos smiles down at his niece, tilting his chin in the direction of the games. “You pick which one we should play.”

Mari grins happily, turning towards the games.

“I didn’t know you were afraid of the rides,” Carlos questions softly, smiling at the blush on TK’s face as he shrugs his shoulders.

“Carlos is afraid of the Ferris wheel,” Sofia offers, grinning when Carlos scowls at her, before following her daughter, who has started walking towards a knockdown pins game.

TK is amused as he takes a step to follow them, but Carlos stops him with a hold of his hand. He turns back to look at him, his breath catching at the soft, vulnerable look on his face.

“Did you mean it?” Carlos asks quietly, looking down at their linked hands, blinking back up at him when TK squeezes it.

“Yes,” he answers just as softly. “I’m not going anywhere,” he continues, knowing that’s what Carlos is asking about, his heart pounding hard under his rib cage as a bright smile takes over Carlos’ face. “As long as you want me, I’m staying.”

Carlos nervously licks his lips, pulling him closer by the hand until TK’s front brushes against his. “And if I want you to stay forever, what would you say to that?”

TK smiles so hard; he’s sure his face will crack. “I would say I’m the luckiest guy in the world because that’s exactly what I want too.”

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“Are you sure this is what you want to do on our one night off together?” Carlos asks him as they stand inside a small art house downtown.

“It’s the last night your sister’s exhibit is on display, and you haven’t had time to come see it with all the overtime you’ve been doing,” he reminds him.

“Yeah, but I also haven’t had time to be alone with you,” Carlos counters with a slight pout, his bottom lip sticking out too adorably for a grown man. TK has to bite down on his lip to keep from letting out a breathy sigh. His boyfriend is ridiculously hot and cute all at the same time; it messes with TK’s senses.

“We’re spending time alone right now,” he answers, and this time he can’t help the grin when Carlos rolls his eyes at him.

“You know when I say alone time I mean naked, Tyler,” Carlos complains, causing TK to let out a laugh, feeling light, happy, and in love.

Yeah. Those words have been running through his head, and on the tip of his tongue for a while now.

“But you look so hot in what you’re wearing,” TK teases though he’s not joking. Carlos is dressed black on black; a thin fitted sweater with an open collar and a pair of slacks that hug his ass perfectly, when he picked him up, TK almost swallowed his tongue at how hot he looked.

“I can’t wait to take it all off you later.” He leans in, his lips brushing against Carlos’ ear. “I think I’ll use my teeth.”

Carlos turns his head, pressing his face to the side of TK’s neck. “You’re such a tease, you better keep your word,” he says, his voice low and rough, sending shivers through TK.

He pulls back to look at Carlos, finding heat in his eyes that he’s sure matches his own. “I promise. First, you will be a good brother, and then I’ll be a very good boyfriend later.”

Carlos lets out a slow settling breath, that does nothing for the lust he sees in his eyes. “You’re a menace.”

“You love it,” TK shoots back with a grin, his breath catching when Carlos gives him a deep piercing look, nodding slowly.

“I do.”

“Carlos, I – ” TK lets out a shaky breath at the implication behind Carlos’ words.

“Mano!”

Carlos breaks out in a smile, turning around just in time for a small woman with waves of black hair and a massive smile on her animated face to jump into his arms. Carlos wraps his arms around her, lifting her off her feet.

“Hey, Loca,” he murmurs as he holds her in a tight hug, earning a laugh out of the girl.

TK is enjoying watching Carlos with his sister when her eyes land on him, and they widen comically.

“Holy shit! Is this the dreamy gringo you’ve been keeping all to yourself?” she exclaims as Carlos puts her down.

“Otherwise known as TK, my boyfriend,” Carlos rolls his eyes at him, and TK has to grin, taking his hand in support.

“Excuse the fuck out of me,” she says sarcastically. “But it’s not like you’re going out of your way to introduce us to him. Valentina and Sofía met him by accident; to us, you’ve been hiding him.”

“And yet I brought him to your art show, Lola,” Carlos answers exasperated, sighing when she gives him a big grin.

“Because I’m your favorite, right?” she asks smugly. “I knew it.”

She turns to him, sticking her hand out for him to shake. “I’m Lola Reyes, the best sister.”

Carlos shakes his head. “No, she’s Lola la loca, she just gets confused,” he says dryly, scowling when Lola slaps his arm with the back of her hand.

TK laughs at their antics, enjoying this playful, sarcastic side of Carlos. “Loca means crazy, right?”

“Oh, Carlos,” Lola lets out a deep breath, pressing a hand over her heart. “He’s precious, can I keep him?”

“No,” Carlos scowls again. “I’m keeping him, me.”

Lola waves him away dismissively. “He’s the baby of the family, spoiled rotten. Don’t listen to him, you and I are going to be best friends,” she says with a bright smile as she links her arm through his. “Manito, go get my new best friend and me something to drink. I have art to show my best friend.”

TK bites down on his lip to keep from laughing when Carlos glares at his sister for a moment before relenting.

“I’ll get you some mineral water,” Carlos turns towards him, TK goes to say thank you only for the words to get stifled by Carlos giving him a hard kiss. He gasps into it, and Carlos uses it to slip him some tongue, making the kiss dirtier.

“Damn, Carlos,” Lola whistles low when he ends the kiss. “I was just messing with you; he’s yours, you don’t have to pee on the kid.”

TK looks up at Carlos, slightly panting, his eyes meet Carlos’ and they hold. “What was that for?” he whispers.

“To remind you what I have to offer when she freaks you out with her craziness,” Carlos answers, ignoring the rude noise Lola makes.

TK tugs Carlos back in for another kiss, this one light and soft. “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers against his mouth. Carlos nods, pressing his forehead against his for a second before he pulls back. He shoots Lola a warning look, which she answers with a dazzling smile that has Carlos huffing as he walks away.

“It’s always a blast to rile him up, but it’s never been this fun,” she grins at him. “So, art?”

TK shakes his head, genuinely amused. “Lead the way.”

She takes him to a medium size painting of two bodies wrapped in an embrace, on the corner of the painting light seems to filter through creating shadows over the bodies, all in bursts of different colors blending like a kaleidoscope.

“Holy shit,” TK swears in awe of the beauty of the painting. “Carlos said you were amazing, and he was right.”

“He said that?” Lola asks softly.

TK looks away from the painting to look at her, finding that she’s smiling but not teasingly like before, this smile is softer, almost bashful.

“He says you’re the most talented person he knows,” TK tells her. “His crazy, gifted artist older sister.”

Lola smiles beautifully, and there is a rosy blush over her cheeks. “He’s sweet when he wants to be; it’s why we keep him.”

He chuckles quietly at her words. “He’s sweet to me all the time.”

Lola’s expression turns wicked. “Yeah, I noticed just how sweet he is with you,” she answers, and it's TK's turn to blush. “Has he played for you yet?”

TK looks at her confused, shaking his head.

Lola smiles again, she leans in, ready to share the secret. “I’m not the only artist in the family, my new best friend. I can paint, but Carlos plays guitar, and he sings.”

TK raises an eyebrow, excitement coursing through him at the new little piece of information he’s gotten. He sees Carlos walking back towards them, with two waters and a beer in hand, and he turns back to Lola, who is smirking at him knowingly.

“You’re right, Lola. As of right now, you and me?” he points between them, returning her smile just as Carlos reaches them, he looks at him for a second, his amusement growing when Carlos gives him a questioning look. “Are the best of friends.”

Carlos looks at them with wide eyes, letting out a resigned ‘fuck’ that sends him and Lola laughing at his expense.

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He hears about the accident halfway through his shift from his dad. Owen has his jacket ready in his hand, and Paul is in his car with the engine running to drive him over to the hospital before he can even think of what he needs to do.

The ride to the hospital is both quick and takes forever. Paul doesn’t say much other than to tell him it’s going to be okay, and when they pull up to the entrance, he manages to get out an ‘give him our best’ before TK is running through the main doors.

He can only imagine what wild look he has on his face as he demands of the poor woman at the front desk to tell him where Officer Reyes is located, which has her pointing to her left and quickly telling him a room number. He thinks the fact that he’s still in uniform is the only reason she doesn’t ask him for ID. He mumbles a hurried apology for his rudeness before he all but runs towards the room she gave him.

He bursts into the room to find Carlos sitting up on a bed; his shirt off shows the left side of his body is one big bruise. He makes a noise, he’s not sure what it is, but Carlos snaps his head to where TK is standing, using the door frame for support.

“TK,” Carlos whispers, his expression going gentle as he takes him in. There are a couple of butterfly stitches above his brow. “Baby, I’m okay.”

TK freezes in place, replaying what he knows. There was a high-speed chase, Carlos’ cruiser hit a divider and ended up flipping. Nothing about that is okay.

“Come here, Tyler,” Carlos tells him, his voice is still soft but firm, snapping him out of his fear spiral.

He’s in tears by the time he reaches Carlos’ side, and Carlos tucks TK’s head into the crook of his neck, shushing him softly as he rubs a hand up and down his back. “I’m okay, baby,” Carlos whispers into his ear again. “It’s okay.”

TK shakes his head, the man he’s in love with is in the hospital, and his heart is pounding so hard that he fears it’s going to burst out of his chest.

“Look at me, TK,” Carlos continues, pulling back to make sure their eyes meet, his thumb wiping at his cheeks. “I swear it looks worse than it is, the doctor already checked me out, and I’m fine. Some bruising and I’ll be achy for a bit, but nothing is broken, everything is going to be okay.”

“I was so scared,” TK gets out, another wave of tears breaks through despite him trying to keep them at bay. “Dad told me about the accident and got Paul to drive me, my hands were shaking so much to do so myself, and all I could think was – ” he pauses as he tries to take a breath. “I thought, what if I lose you, and I didn’t tell you.”

“Tell me what?” Carlos’ hold on him tightens, his eyes are wide and hopeful as he looks at TK with so much love.

“You know what,” TK whispers, reaching up to touch Carlos’ face, his heart squeezing tight at the way Carlos leans into his hand. “I love you, Carlos. I love you so much.”

Carlos closes his eyes for a moment; when he opens them again, there is a beautiful smile on his battered face. “I love you too, Ty.”

TK lets out a shuddering breath; he goes easily when Carlos tugs him forward again, pressing his lips softly against his, making sure he doesn’t hurt him further.

“Love you,” he says quietly again, now that it’s out he wants to keep saying it, especially if Carlos’ answer is that beautiful smile of his every time. He goes to repeat it because he can, when someone clears their throat, drawing their attention back to the door. A small stylish woman with silver-grey hair down to her shoulders and a youthful face stands there watching them. TK recognizes her instantly as Carlos’ mother, not just from the pictures but from the fact that her eyes are the same gentle eyes he gets to look into regularly.

“I found you some te de manzanilla, mijo,” she says, stepping into the room with a steaming cup. “To relax you.”

TK takes a step back so she can hand Carlos the cup. Her eyes stray to him, her lip quirking upward as she studies him. “Though you look much more relaxed now than earlier, bebé.”

TK feels himself blush at her words, while Carlos lets out a sigh. He’s thankful when Carlos takes his hand in his.

“Mami, this is TK. I’m sure the girls have told you all about him,” he says, rolling his eyes when his mom raises an eyebrow at him. “TK, this is my mother, Carlota Reyes.”

TK sticks his hand out for her, giving her soft hand a shake. “Nice to finally meet you, ma’am, though I wish it were under better circumstances.”

“And you, TK,” Carlota answers, she doesn’t let go of his hand as she studies him, her expression motherly and kind. “Are you okay, mijo?”

“Huh?” TK asks, confused at her question, blushing when she points at her own face. “Oh, man, I must be a mess,” he says embarrassed, quickly wiping at his face. “Sorry about that.”

“You’re beautiful,” Carlos interrupts, retaking his hand. “You’re always beautiful.”

TK feels himself melt at the words, and he doesn’t seem to be the only one, the look on Carlota’s face is one of happiness and wonder.

“Es este tu amor, mi corazón?” Carlota asks as she looks at Carlos, her eyes filling with tears, a tender smile on her face when Carlos gives her a soft nod.

“Si, Mami,” Carlos answers, looking at him as he squeezes his hand. “El es amor de mi vida.”

TK holds his breath, he knows enough Spanish to understand that Carlos just called him the love of his life.

Carlota lets out a watery laugh, her eyes shining, she turns to look at him with so much affection TK is blown away by it. “I’m so happy to finally meet you, cariño.”

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“Are the drinks chilled?” TK asks as he straightens up the pillows on the couch.

“Yes.”

He looks around the living room, looking for anything out of place. “And the bread is in the oven, right?”

“Mmhmm,” Carlos assures him as he steps up behind him, circling his waist with his arms.

“What if we don’t have enough food,” he questions worried, letting out a sigh when Carlos kisses the back of his neck.

“TK, baby, breathe,” Carlos says softly against his throat, and even though they don’t have time for this – Carlos’ mother and sisters are due for brunch at any moment – he tilts his head, giving him more room to work with.

“I want them to like me,” he whispers, letting out a soft moan when Carlos’ tongue runs over the delicate shell of his ear.

“They already do,” Carlos promises, holding him close. “They all adore you, almost as much as I do.”

“I know,” TK says because he does. It’s been a month since Carlos’ accident, and in that month he has spent more time with the Reyes women, he adores all four of them as much as Carlos says they feel for him. But this is still the first time they’ve invited all of them to eat with them, and he’s nervous.

“What can I do to calm you down?” Carlos asks suggestively, his hand playing with the button of his jeans.

“Not that!” he screeches, stepping out of Carlos hold quickly. “Don’t pout at me,” he scolds when he turns around and finds that Carlos is doing just that. “We don’t have time for that, and I refuse to let your family walk in on us with my dick in your mouth.”

“Spoilsport,” Carlos grumbles, though there’s a smirk playing on his face.

“And you say I’m a menace,” TK shakes his head at him, reluctantly smiling when Carlos lets out a laugh.

There’s a knock on the door that startles both of them for a moment. He looks over at Carlos and finds him giving him a tenderly supportive look. Stepping into his space, TK gives Carlos a quick kiss. “After they leave, okay?”

“I’m holding you to that,” Carlos murmurs against his mouth, his voice full of promise.

TK nods, biting down on his lip as he takes in the heat in Carlos’ gaze. He walks over to the door, and with a calming breath, opens it to find four smiling faces.

He takes in the four most important women in his boyfriend’s life, all looking at him with affection and finds himself smiling back, happy to have them in his life too.

“My Reyes girls,” he greets them, smirking when he hears Carlos call him a suck-up, and the smiles on Valentina, Sofía, Lola and, Carlota grow bigger as they share amused looks with him that promise an entertaining afternoon. “Welcome.”

#911 lone star #911lonestarweek #911lsweek #tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #my writing #Day 1 - Family #tk x carlos

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guymaito · 4 years ago

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please hit me with those headcanons!!! i too fixate on past avatars and would love to hear your thoughts!

me 🤝 you

fixating on past avatars

under the cut <3

Kuruk was definitely a wild child when she was a toddler, so her terrible twos lasted until she was at least 6 or 7

Roku was really shy when he was a child and it somewhat carried over into his adult life so he still has trouble trying to walk up and talk to people at times

Speaking of Roku, he’s a good dancer!! he definitely surprised Ta Min at their wedding and pulled her onto the dance floor

Yangchan was definitely a bisexual demigirl, she definitely didn’t figure that out until really late in life though, probably at like, 90 or so

They all use neopronouns <3

Wan uses: He/Pup/Xe

Szeto: They/Ne

Salai: He/Ve

Yangchan: She/He/Bun

Kuruk: Pup/Paw/E/She

Kyoshi: She/Ae

Roku: He/Kit

Aang: Bun/Kit/He/Fae

Korra: She/It/Ve/Xe/Pup

^^^^ prolly will be using these throughout

Salai!! My boy, even though we barely know anything about him other than his name and that he was either the air avatar before Yangchan or the earth avatar before Kyoshi, I feel like ve would be a good herbalist, the best in the Earth Kingdom actually, ve ended up spending a lot of his time in the medical field and in hospitals almost as much as time he spends traveling around the world being the avatar

I said this multiple times a before and I will continue saying it, Kuruk is a little spoon, e feels safe and loved and protected when she’s the one being held

she prolly also likes being on the bottom

Modern AU Kyoshi and Kuruk once started a riot in a mall once

Nobody knows how or why but they did and the only thing that they learned from it was that they shouldn’t be left alone together, especially in public places

Yangchan had a goth phase all throughout her teenage years

She wore mainly black and dark orange but he also wore yellow and black

Wan was in a relationship with Jaya, the human guy from his lion turtle

After Katara, Tonraq was Korra’s favorite waterbending instructor, so they often bonded through waterbending

The first thing Korra her dad was a flower made out of ice pup made out of ice

Aang knows how to make dresses!! And fae is really good at it

Aang made the dress Katara wore on their wedding night

Roku was prolly the cutest dad when he had his daughter, he was often seen with her whenever he didn’t have important avatar things to do, when she was old enough to walk and run he would sometimes place her on kit’s feet and danced with her

Ta Min also caught them napping together a few dozen times

And by proxy he was a cute grandpa as well

At one point, Szeto had two boyfriends

One of them was from the NWT while the other was from the Earh Kingdom

They ended up breaking up in their late teens, a few years after Szeto started their airbending training

Korra had a crush on Tenzin during it’s airbending training

Korra also had a crush on Katara for the longest time

Roku dated Sid (his earthbending teacher) sometime after Roku mastered the avatar state

They ended up breaking up around the time Roku went to visit Sozin and found out he was gonna start colonizing the other nations

Wan is the shortest avatar after Roku

Kyoshi: 7′1

Aang: 6′9

Yangchan: 6′6

Kuruk: 6′1

Salai: 5′11

Szeto: 5′9

Korra: 5′8

Roku: 5′7

Wan: 5′5

Wan didn’t know that neopronouns existed until xe was banished to the spirit wilds

After pup learned about them, he officially started the trend of the avatar using neopronouns

Aang and Yangchan are the ‘shortest’ airbenders

Salai has a fear of heights but didn’t know about it until he went to the Northern Air Temple for airbending training

Kyoshi had a sister but when they became orphans she ended dying young

At some point Kuruk learned how to knit and crochet

Kuruk made a crochet sweater for her mom when she first started crocheting

Kuruk also made Ummi a knitted sweater that paw made pupself

Korra is in a queerplatonic relationship with Mako

Salai and Szeto are some of the few avatars that got a job outside of being the avatar

Modern AU Aang plays Animal Crossing New Horizons and Minecraft

Modern AU Yangchan plays Pokemon and most Mario games

Szeto knows how to make flowers out of fire

After seeing Tonraq make ice flowers for ver Senna, Korra almost immediately asked Tonraq to teach her so she could them for pup’s friends

Modern AU Korra likes racing games

Roku often gives Ta Min flowers once a week

Kyoshi can’t cook

Ae once burnt down nearly the entire house trying to cook for Rangi cause it was her birthday and ae didn’t want her to cook for herself

They ended up ordering takeout

Kuruk knows how braid hair

Mainly cause e has long hair of her own but also cause she’s the oldest of 7 kids, 5 of which are girls

On the other end of spectrum, Roku is the youngest child

Kit had 6 older sisters and 2 older brothers

Compared to Kit’a siblings, Roku was definitely the shyest and the most quiet one, even in adulthood

Aang was an absolute sweetheart when fae was a toddler, just like how he was a sweetheart in bun’s adulthood

Toddler Aang often made Gyatso pictures, usually of him but sometimes of them playing together

The reason why Korra disliked Asami at first was cause she had a crush on her and didn’t know how to deal with it so she made herself dislike her

Roku was also a sweetheart when kit was a baby!!

Roku often gave her flowers, made her drawings, made her flower crowns (with the help of his father), etc

Yangchan and Kyoshi were pretty chill babies, not much to say here

Wan’s parents died when xe was really young so pup doesn’t know much about them

Salai strongly dislikes tea, the other avatars are baffled by this

Except Korra, she doesn’t like tea either

Kinda goes with my Apartment Complex AU but, Modern AU Roku met Kuruk at the library he works at

Kuruk was there cause paw was trying to find books about mythology cause e were slowly becoming more interested in pup’s old interests again

Ended up working there as Roku’s assistant

these is all i have for now, i hope you enjoyed this wall of text

#asks #moots #avatars #i hope i’m using the neopronouns right

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blissfulalchemist · 4 years ago

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It’s an Apocalyptic Christmas Grace!

A little Christmas one shot for @deathvalleyqueen featuring the New Dawn kids! A very merry Christmas to you Jane! I hope this day has been wonderful to you as you deserve! You have been a light in my life this year! I’m so glad I got to know you!

“How much farther up this mountain are we going?” Rose asked, pulling the coat around her closer, the chill of the air still piercing through the old ski jacket, eyes darting around compensating for the sounds of five pairs of feet and four paws crunching in the snow.

“Not much farther now,” Sam said, smirking as he looked down to his sister’s choice in footwear, “Warned you to wear better shoes.”

“Yeah well the other ones were starting to get a hole in them,” Rose mumbled, looking to Lily, “Do you even know where he’s taking us?”

Lily shook her head, looking over her shoulder to Grace and Finn, Timber dividing the two groups. Oh how she wished that Grace would come closer, stand closer to her siblings. The sigh she released as she turned to look ahead releasing a cloud, “Sam hasn’t told me much of anything.”

“I promise you it’ll be worth it,” or so he hoped it would be for them. Sam had spent the last two weeks preparing and making sure everything was just right after finding an old box of ornaments, a few stockings, and a single strand of colorful lights. Still was always a surprise as to what survived the bombs and what didn’t, seeing that box though memories from his childhood awoke, getting the gears turning, time tables and plans made. It had made it perfect that the weather aligned with the day, the shimmering iridescent pink and blue snow starting to fall slowly again, gone were the days of white from his childhood.

“You think we’ll be back in time for dinner? Or is that something you have planned,” Finn asked, Grace keeping quiet.

“Can’t you just trust me for once?” Sam gave a small eye roll spotting the red fabric hanging from a low branch, they were close, the old cabin’s shape just visible in the distance, “Lily,” his twin met his eyes, “Tell me what do you remember of this time of year before the collapse.”

“Are you talking about Christmas,” Rose asked, “I remember a little of it.”

“Of course you do,” Lily said under her breath, avoiding her younger sister’s gaze, “Yes Sammie I do. I remember them. Do you?”

Sam nodded, “I remember how the snow was white,” Grace’s head perked up looking to her surroundings, “How bundled mom and dad made sure we were before they let us out to roam among the snow.”

“The blizzards that happened, canceling school,” Lily mused, “The blizzard that Grace was born in.”

“The fireplace how it glowed and warmed the house,” Sam chimed in, “Hot chocolate,” he smiled letting out a small laugh.

“I remember mom and dad singing songs,” Rose looked to the ground, “the tree sparkling in the center of the living room.”

“Why does it matter to remember this?” Grace asked sharply, “It just causes pain among you three.”

“Sounds like a lot of fun really,” Finn said, shrugging when Grace shot her a look, “Would have loved to see it.”

“I’d have loved to have been able to remember more of it,” Rose said, “It felt better than what we’ve done since then. Felt warmer.”

“What if we could again,” Sam declared as the small group stood in front of the cabin, all the girls’ faces looking up to him confused. “What if we can make the past again, but just for us and no one else.”

Lily gave him a smirk, “Isn’t that a bit selfish of you brother?”

“What if it is? Don’t you think that with everything that’s happened to us, we deserve to be just a little selfish,” Sam looked to each of them, “We’re family. We should act like one,” Grace gave a small scoff, “Or try to. What family ever fully got along on Christmas?”

Rose rubbed her upper arms, chin jutting to the door, “So is it going to be inside or are we just gonna stand out here,” Lily gave Rose a tired look, her younger sister shrugging in return, “What? It’s freezing out here.”

Grace gave a small smile looking up to Sam, who gestured to them to come inside the small cabin, “Yeah come on, let me show you.” Sam held the door open shutting it once they were all in the darkened cabin, Sam flipping the generator on. There was a brief flash as the group’s eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness of the old cabin, music starting to play softly in the background, carols that brought a familiarity to both Lily and Rose, new and still meaningless to Finn and Grace. Sam moved to start a fire in the iron stove while the young women looked around wide eyed, the lights hanging above them, and a small tree no more than five feet tall wrapped in rainbow lights sitting in the center of the cabin. A cardboard box sat underneath the tree, tinsel, garland, stockings, pine cones, and other bits and pieces of decorations lay within. Sam got some of the food he stored in an old fridge, the winter air having kept it fresh, placing it on the countertops, hands working to get it prepped for cooking.

Finn was the first to speak up, taking a few steps around the cabin, “What-. What is all this?”

“Christmas,” Lily and Rose let out in a breath, wide eyed.

Sam smiled, “We still need to finish up the place a bit.”

Grace turned to him, “What do you mean,” she looked around confused, Timber having left her side to see what Sam was preparing, “They just said it was Christmas.”

“Typically you decorate the house as a family, or at minimum the tree,” he pointed to the box, “That’s gonna be left up to you ladies and me, once I get the food going.”

“Sammie,” Lily said, “we’re practically adults now. We shouldn’t be acting like kids.”

“Actually read somewhere that’s it good for adults to indulge their inner child,” Sam’s eyes met Grace’s matching ones, “Especially when you haven’t had much of one to begin with.” Lily and Rose looked to Grace and Finn as the two started to rifle through the box, the two sisters gave a small nod. “Use this for yourself too,” he said in a hushed tone, “I made sure we would be far from any kind of expectations of the adults.” Sam gestured to the cabin at large, “This is just for us, a chance for us to be….well us. Who we were meant to be,” he gave a slow nod waiting for his sisters to return it in acknowledgement. Once they did he pointed to the tree, raising his volume a little, “Would you mind showing ‘em the ropes Lily,” Sam asked, as Rose helped her older brother get the food started.

Lily smiled, running a hand through her dark hair as she made her way to the box, “Okay let’s see what you managed to find here, Sammie.” Lily helped in directing and showing where things went, letting Grace and Finn take the lead in where things should be placed. The three older siblings would let out laughs when the small fights would break out between the two women, causing the small moments of tension to rise between the others. Just as it seemed things would start to get too heated Sam would remind them that there was no right or wrong way to make the place look festive, this was meant to be fun and happy, something that Timber also seemed to remind them of as he managed to get a small glittery wreath made of ribbons around his neck. Graced laughed at her furry companion, scratching behind his ears, placing a kiss on his head as her sisters took to cutting out snowflakes and chains, Lily and Rose soon finding themselves writing out letters to “Santa”.

“Did you really used to write letters to someone that didn’t exist,” Grace asked curiously her back against the sofa as Timber’s head rested in her lap, watching as her two sisters laughed looking at the pictures drawn to look like those of their childhoods.

Rose nodded, “Yeah, but Santa did exist, it just turned out to be mom and dad,” she laughed looking down, sky blue eyes getting a far away look.

“What did you put in the letters?” Finn piped up, “Was it just like talking to him?”

Lily shook her head, “No, you’d write down what you wanted for Christmas,” she handed the letter over to Finn and Grace, “and you’d either leave them by the tree or send them in the mail. I remember getting letters back and how excited I was to get a response from him.” Lily took a deep breath, giving a small shake of her head, “How things have changed since then.”

The room went silent, as Sam changed the records, no one looking at the other. Rose looked at the paper, clearing her throat, handing over some blank sheets to the youngest women, “Here. You guys should write something to him.” Grace raised a brow, Rose rolling her eyes, “Just for the fun of it. Think of it like writing down a prayer or a wish,” Rose looked behind her to her brother, “You said we were clear to stay overnight right?” He gave a nod, “Write it out and we can read them tomorrow, see if we can make them come true. Just put anything you want down.”

“I don’t need anything though,” Grace responded, “Even if I did, how do you know you’re going to get it?”

“It’s not about what you need,” Lily shrugged, “though sometimes that can happen, but letters to Santa are about what you want. What you desire most, it's the time to indulge in that part of you.”

Grace looked to the pen in her hand, “What if I don’t deserve it?”

The three older siblings looked at one another, eyes all registering the same emotion, “You do, though,” Lily said softly, “More than any of us. You deserve to have some of your wants and desires met, Gracie. No questions asked.”

Grace blinked back the tears threatening to form, giving a small nod, “Okay, I’ll write one, if only to get you guys off my back.” Grace brought her knees up, shielding the paper away from their prying eyes, working on writing out what her deepest desire was, the one thing she wished for more than anything at this point in her life.

The song changed, Grace moving her head along to its beat, trying to hum along to the song despite never having heard it before. “What kind of records did you find Sam?” Rose asked, smiling holding back her laughter, “Obviously not just the Eden’s Gate choir it seems.”

Sam looked over the three records, “Compilations, mostly. Wheaty had two of them. Last one I found in some old cabin, that one has the oldest music on it.”

“Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow,” Lily sang along, walking to look at the cases, “Let’s see if there’s something we can dance too for a little bit.” Lily smiled as she moved the needle to the right section on the record, the notes starting, “There we go. Jingle bell, jingle bell rock,” she walked over to Grace holding her hands out, “Come on, Gracie. Let’s dance.”

Grace shied away from her, “I don’t dance.”

“Cause you haven’t tried it!” Lily laughed, grabbing Grace’s hands softly, “Come on just one song.” Grace looked to Timber, his tail wagging, following her sister mimicking her moves, trying to let her inhibitions go. This was about having fun, she told herself. That’s what she heard Sam say earlier. She should use this time, take advantage of it, to feel even a sliver of what a normal life felt like before the collapse, before the highwaymen, before life and family got so complicated, get an answer to something she was always curious about.

As the song changed again, Finn joined in and took over Lily’s place in dancing with Grace, Sam and Rose joining them, singing along to the songs loudly, drinks passed around, Lily holding onto Timber’s front paws in a dance. As the sun set and night started to settle in, the five soon found themselves laughing, sharing lighthearted stories, and growing hungry as the small turkey cooked, the smell confirming it nearing its completion. Sam moved to get the foldable table set up, Grace coming to his side, “I can help with that.” He gave her a smile, Grace giving a small shrug, “It’s what family does right?”

“Yeah, it is.” The two got it set up quickly, Sam directing her on how to set up the table, Grace taking the liberty to put a few of the decorations in the center of it. Rose and Finn helped in getting the last bit of the dinner together as Lily changed the music to something softer to have playing as they ate, Grace setting up a chair for Timber between her and Finn. “Okay everyone,” Sam called out, the turkey on a plate in his hands, “Gather round the table, because dinner,” he placed the turkey down, “is served.”

The women took their seats around the table, Timber obediently sitting in his chair, Sam handing the carving knife over to Grace, she looked up curiously, “What do you want me to do?”

Rose smiled, “He wants you to carve the turkey,” taking a sip of the homemade eggnog, “You do have the best knife skills among us.”

“Can I claim the leg?” Grace asked standing to be better placed in front of the bird, giving the knife a twirl in her hand, “That’s the best part.”

“Of course you can,” Finn said, looking around the table for anyone else that would object to it, her cousins all nodding in agreement. Finn’s eyes strayed to looking out the window as Grace started to cut the turkey, watching the snow fall, soft piano music playing as children sang a song she didn’t quite know the lyrics too. “Do you think we can do some sledding after dinner,” she asked softly, the sky lighting up with greens and purples, “I know it's dark but just for a little bit.”

“I think that sounds fun, Finn,” Grace mused, “Then maybe Sam could make us hot chocolate.” Lily and Rose raised a brow looking to their brother, “I know he has what’s needed here. Don’t know how he found chocolate but I saw it.” She threw Sam a smirk, “You really put a lot of thought into this night didn’t you?”

“Wanted it to be perfect,” he took a sip from his drink, “or well as close as I could get to it, seeing as it would be yours and Finn’s first real Christmas and all.”

“For all of us,” Finn corrected, all eyes glancing her way, “It’s the first real Christmas any of us have had that felt, well, what I assume to be normal. I like it.” Finn and Grace gave each other a smile, “Maybe we do this once a month or something.”

“Pretty sure Christmas is once a year,” Grace chuckled, “But family time away from the rest of the family, not a bad idea.”

Grace handed out the meat, Lily and Rose nodding their heads, “She’s right,” Lily declared first, “We’re family and we should be able to act like one, even if we aren’t perfect.”

“Make family in our own vision,” Rose said, “The family we should have been from the start.”

“Even if I-?” Grace started to ask.

“Yes,” Lily answered, Grace looking to her with surprise quickly masking it, “As much as I don’t like to admit it, I’d rather have you identify as my cousin than not have you in my life at all,” she took a breath watching as Grace looked away hiding the small smile, “You just have to be okay with the fact that I will always treat you like my little sister though.”

“Only cause that’s what family does,” Sam added on, “We look out for one another.” When all the plates were filled, Grace took her seat again giving the nod for everyone to start eating. The music playing as it grew silent with the scraping of cutlery against plates as each enjoyed the meal, soaking in the contentment the dinner provided, until Finn broke it having to compliment Sam and Rose on the turkey. The stories continuing after that, smiles and laughter passed around, inside jokes created, Timber causing near chaos as he tried to make a run with the turkey, and questions answered for the three youngest about simpler times. Finn was near vibrating with excitement as plates were cleared and everyone put on their jackets, each trying to find the perfect material to make their sleds, settling on some old pieces of tin roofs, found at the top of the nearest hill. The snow fell, taking on it’s more blue hues in the dancing lights of the Aurora Borealis, the young women making adjustments to the tin.

Grace watched as Sam helped Rose create something that she could steer in the powder snow, smiling as an idea came to mind. She moved silently closer to the pair, Finn catching the mischievous gleam in her blue eyes, keeping quiet as she stopped to watch. Rose and Sam had started to argue a little, Sam standing on the sled trying to correct whatever Rose had pointed out, Grace moving closer, Lily looking up to notice too, smiling at what was about to happen. Grace stood still behind the two, watching as Sam kneeled on the sled, Grace taking the opportunity to give her brother a shove down the hill, Rose nearly following after him. Lily, Finn, and Grace erupted in laughter, watching as their brother tried to gain control of the situation, snow covering his hair once he reached the bottom of the hill rolling off the tin.

He sat up shaking the snow off of him, Timber barking running down after him, licking his face, “Down boy,” Sam said breathless, laughing along with the others, “I’m gonna get you back for that Grace! Just you watch!”

“I’d like to see you try,” Grace called out to him, “I bet you I can see you coming from a mile away!”

Sam stood, grabbing the sled making his way back up the hill, Finn taking her chance to make her way down the hill, her screams filling the night air, Grace following after her, Timber on her heels. Run after run they all got more and more brave, trying new ways to sled down the hill, a jump added in halfway through to add to the fun. Lily and Rose were the first to make their way back to warm up, their cheeks and noses red, Sam joining them soon after letting the two sisters have their fun.

He stripped down to his driest layers, Lily and Rose sitting on the couch, drinks in hand, “They’re having a blast with the sledding. Told them to come back after six more runs.”

“Six?” Lily pushed a lock of her dark hair behind her ear, “Seems like a random number.”

Sam shook his head slowly, smiling, “They wanted twenty more runs. So we compromised.”

Rose gave a small laugh, “So they’re going to do ten runs instead.”

“Just give me more time to relax and warm up,” he flipped his hair over running his fingers through it, shaking out the water, “If I knew they wanted to sled I would have brought some spare clothes.”

“How do you think we feel right now?” Rose said, pulling the blanket over her shoulders tighter. “What are we doing for beds though? You can’t expect us to sleep on the bare floor can you?” Sam avoided her gaze, “Sam,” she warned, “please tell me we aren’t sleeping on the floor.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “Well not completely. I found some old mattresses but they’re pretty thin.”

Lily looked at Rose, giving a shrug, “Hey it’s better than just straight floor.” Rose grumbled to herself, hiding her disappointment in her drink. Lily looked up to the sound of crunching snow and laughter, “I think they made their way back.” Sam nodded, tying his hair up as he got the milk and chocolate nibs in a pot over the iron stove. He knew it wasn’t the true hot chocolate of his childhood, the nibs were bitter and the whole drink felt inauthentic without marshmallows or even whipped cream, those items harder to come by. He truly was lucky enough to have found someone passing through that came from the southern part of the country. One day they’d be able to make real chocolate again, one day he’d be able to give his family that simple joy again. The only bright side was that he managed to find someone that made peppermint extract that he could place in the drinks.

Grace and Finn were a light with laughter, Timber making his way to the center of the cabin shaking out his fur, the two girls holding up their hands shielding from some of the flying water. “That was a lot of fun! We have to do it again,” Finn said unwrapping the scarf around her neck.

Grace looked at Sam hunched over the stove, “Is it ready? The hot chocolate?”

“Almost,” Sam gave another stir of the saucepan, adding a few drops of the extract to it, pouring it into some of the mugs he managed to find. Grace grabbed her and Finn’s mugs, smiling as the smell hit her nose. The two women took a sip at the same time, eyes closing, as the bitterness hit their taste buds softened by the peppermint. It was different from anything they had ever had before, “What do you two think?”

“I didn’t expect it to be so bitter,” Grace said, “Did you always put peppermint in it?”

Sam shook his head, “No not really, but there was a lot of chocolate and mint candies,” he let out a sigh, “figured it would work the same with this version of hot chocolate.”

“You’re right that it’s not something that was so bitter,” Lily interjected, “Unless you were weird and liked dark chocolate, but most of the time it was really sweet and there would be some toppings on it, just to add onto it.”

“So we just add a little sugar next time,” Finn said, nudging Grace’s arm, “We can do that. Make this on our own.”

Grace nodded, “Would you show us how you made it Sam?” Sam nodded, Finn flashing a big smile, “Tomorrow morning though, I’m getting tired.”

The five of them finished their drinks quickly, all moving to get the mattresses and blankets set up around the cabin, Rose taking the old couch, Finn and Grace sharing a mattress with Timber at their feet. Sam laid awake waiting until he heard all of their breathing evening out, getting up silently from the bed, reaching under the old cabinets for the cloth bag filled with gifts for all of them. The final part of this Christmas endeavor. He kept his eye on Grace, hoping that she didn’t wake as he took the time to place the presents just so under the tree. There were two presents for each of his sisters and Finn, one from him the other from “Santa”. He stopped suddenly, catching Grace stir in her sleep, turning over to face the wall falling back asleep quickly. He let out a soft breath, turning back to the tree noticing the letter Grace had written out.

Picking it up he sat with his back against the wall, looking it over before unfolding it. It was simple and short, straight to the point as was his baby sister’s way. Her deepest desire, greatest wish was written right here before him. “I thought we were supposed to read that tomorrow,” Lily whispered, joining him against the wall, “Doesn’t really seem fair.”

“Just- Got a little curious is all. Trying to get to know her better,” he handed the latter over to his twin, “Look at what she wrote.” Lily took the paper from Sam looking it over:

Dear Santa or however you start these things I’m just guessing. All I ask for, what I really want is just more simple days like these. That’s it.

Lily smiled handing it back to her brother, resting her head against his shoulder, “She’s straight to the point isn’t she?” The two laughed quietly putting the letter back in its place, “Never knew that’s what she wanted. Hopefully when this is all over with we can take a page from her book and live simple lives.”

“Nothing will ever be simple with our family,” Sam said.

Lily gave a shrug, “Then we make it that way. So long as we have each other we can make it through anything.” She looked up to her brother’s blue eyes, “Don’t you want simple? Hell even semi-normal again Sammie?” He nodded, “Then we make sure we get that, and until then we make more nights like this.”

#mckenna seeds #I really hope I did them justice for you #my writing

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finstermond · 4 years ago

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Witcher Ranch AU

Geralt of Rivia/Yennefer of Vengerberg

Ciri, Vesemir, Eskel, Lambert, Jaskier

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Geralt gazed upon the vast grassland that belonged to him - or the horses, as he would say. It had belonged to his father before he gifted him his inheritance early as a wedding gift.

Almost hidden by the bushes grazed some of the horses. He could see two heads of adult ones and one of a foal but only one of the adult heads was discernible. A white mare - Endrega, he was sure of it. What a beautiful one. Her fur glistered in the sun as fresh snow. Riding her canter felt as if riding a breeze.

The Morhen Ranch bred horses for some generations now. It was his life, the only one he knew. The only one he ever wanted to know.

“Hey,” his brother Eskel disturbed his thoughts, “think you can actually hold the post or do you want to keep looking at the horses and make your wife jealous?”

Geralt grunted and readjusted his grip. Eskel sighed and struck the hammer on the post.

“Thank you, Eskel.” said Geralt.

“No problem, it’s my job after all. If your son can’t even hold a post up I need to chime in!” teased Eskel his older brother. “Ah fuck you,” answered Geralt, “you know his mother wanted to show him something today.” They walked back to their horses and put the hammer, the old posts they had renewed now, planks and the nails back in the cart Eskel’s pinto was strapped to. Eskel’s wolfdog Bann waddled his tail, ready to run back to the farm.

“She did?” asked Eskel while mounting. Geralt went up to his riding horse Roach. Originally he wanted to name all horses Roach - followed by numbers. Several people intervened. The brown mare greeted him with a soft snort.

“Yeah, she took all of the kids with her after school. They’re riding to see a plant that only blooms for a few days a year.”

“Flowers?”

“Yup.”

“I don’t understand your wife.” Geralt squinted towards Eskel.

“Rarely anyone does.”

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“Daddy!” a wall of shouts arrived Geralt as he came back from the field. Eskel had taken a turn to look for the chicken fence. Geralt almost didn’t manage to climb down from Roach before a wall of children hugged him. Well, apart from his oldest son, Eric, who had a phase of being too cool for his dad. He had his arms crossed, smiled nonetheless and stood close. It was understandable behaviour being 13 and all but Geralt couldn’t stop being a tad bit sad about it. At the same time he mirrored his mother so much. A gaze that could kill, hair as black as the night, his smile. Apart from that his stature was more like his. He’d grow up to be broad and tall, Geralt was sure of it. The second eldest, Leo was 11 and like a younger twin to his brother. It seemed like he’d grow even taller for he was about the height Eric had been a year ago. Casimir - their third son - just turned eight and currently wants to grow long hair which keeps getting into his face. Geralt kneeled down to pick up Roger, their youngest son at five who was born hunched and tried not to groan. Gwyn, their only daughter at age seven - and a mirror to her mother in all but character - took the chance of her dad kneeling and gave Geralt a peck on his cheek. She had made her brothers flower crowns which all of them - except Eric who had it bound to his belt - proudly wore. Gwyn handed her father one sheepishly. “I made you one too!” she exclaimed. Geralt happily tried to put it on but his daughter had over measured his head and it was more of a necklace. He beamed nonetheless and walked towards the main house, children following him. Eric ran behind after he finished unsaddling Roach and let her into the paddock.

Nearing the house, Geralt smelled stew and got excited. With his free hand he opened the door, put out his boots and walked towards the kitchen. “I’m home!” he exclaimed.

Two of the kids detached from him and ran towards the stew and the raven haired woman standing before the pot.

Yennefer turned around and greeted Geralt with a fleeting smile and a kiss. The kids all let an exasperated “Ew” be known.

She looked him up and down, noted his necklace and grinned wickedly, “Your daughter thinks you’re bigheaded.” she said. The kids took off around the kitchen and Roger wanted to be let down so Geralt kneeled again to put him back on his feet. Yennefer turned towards the stew. Geralt hugged her from behind.

“Wonder if her mother keeps telling her that.” he said. She let herself loose in his arms.

“Might be.” she closed her eyes for a second.

“How was the flower?” Geralt asked.

Yennefer chuckled. “The auraris scenoloptis? Beautiful. Our kids got distracted by wolfbanes, moleyarrows, blowballs and ginatias though.” she told him. Geralt looked down on his necklace, made up of those flowers. “Yeah, right.” he said.

“I’m drying some petals and hope I can use them for a salve soon. The fishmonger's daughter needs some help getting pregnant.” she explained.

“What’s so different to using white myrtle?” he asked.

“Well it’s more potent in its aphrodisiac agency and acts as a booster to the female cycle by activating-” she realised Geralt was more interested in sniffing her hair than letting her explain in detail, “- in other words you have a couple more fertile days.”

“We didn’t need that.” he added. She turned towards him.

“Be glad, could have been different in another life!”

---

Lambert had returned from the city. His carriage was full of groceries, metals, fabric and leather. Eskel helped him unpack. Eric and Leo joined while Casimir, Gwyn and Roger had disappeared in the stables. “Everyone’s buying stuff as if a plague’s coming.” Lambert exclaimed. “Well maybe some are blessed with prophetic dreams or just like to prepare for winter early, like we do.” Eskel answered. Eric and Leo carried a big package to their storage house. Lambert’s two wolfdogs and Eskel’s greeted each other and proceeded to run around the cart and ranch.

Vesemir joined the unpackers, “Like we do? Those kids would eat those horses up in two weeks if we won’t buy food!” and kneeled down to pick something up which stopped both Eskel and Lambert to shout “Stop it!” and basically rip what he tried to pick up from his hands.

“Stop it, old man, you know it’s not good for your back!” Lambert shouted again.

Geralt and Yennefer, hearing commotion, walked out and soon were greeted by this scene. Vesemir put himself back up and made a sour face.

Yennefer called out to him, “Come on and help me inside, Vesemir.” after that she greeted Lambert with a quick “Hello!” which he answered with a “Hey, Yennefer.” She turned to got back inside.

In passing Geralt who sped to help unload he murmured, “My own sons don’t think I can do anything anymore and my daughter-in-law just gives me one command after another. I am not inept, I’m just getting a bit old!” Geralt patted him on the back. Vesemir had not been as quiet as he thought since Lambert quickly added a “I’ll be damned if there is a person one day she doesn’t order around. So don’t feel bad about that part.” which handed him a grunt and a sour look from Geralt.

Lambert shrugged. “Don’t tell me it’s not true!”

Without a word, Eskel threw something heavy at their youngest brother for him to shut up. There was silence for a few seconds. The boys returned and began carrying another package towards the storage hut.

“How was the town?” asked Eskel.

“Good, hectic. People are going a bit crazy. Emreis bought the Cintraen Stables. Ran ‘em out of business I say. I mean, crazy coincidences - Calanthe and Eist died a few weeks ago. Pertussis they say. Their granddaughter is missing. I mean she has nowhere to go, no family left anyways. Wolves probably got her. Hm. Old hag apparantly died. Can’t say I miss ‘er, had a few debts. Ah, I managed to have two of our foals of next year reserved. An Craite wants one of Alps and Foltest wants either one of Kayran or Eredin - maybe even both he’s not sure. Ugh Friday, finally!” Lambert told his brothers.

“Calanthe and Eist died?” Geralt asked.

“Yeah, pertussis apparently. Emreis already had a signed contract weeks before but I still get why people are thinking it might have been on purpose. Even more so that Cirenella or whatever her name was ‘s missing. You’d think they’d have prepared for it.”

They hadn’t been friends but lived in silent respect as almost neighbours and hearing about the tragic story around Calanthe’s daughter and her young grandchild had been the topic of many conversations with Yennefer. She had often remarked whether or not Pavetta was actually Vesemir’s daughter as a joke since Geralt and Pavetta had shared the same white-colored hair. Since Pavetta’s daughter was born a bastard with no known father it had led to some distressing silence.

“Hm.”

---

After having everything from Lambert’s shopping trip stored and packed where it belonged, they ate. Having ten mouths to feed was not something Yennefer ever imagined to do but she did it with glee - and she didn’t have to do it daily since both Lambert and Vesemir loved to cook. Geralt was good at it but he would rather feed the horses daily than his children, to put it briefly. “Horses don’t play with their food.” he’d say to Yennefer as an excuse not to cook. “Well then I won’t play with your meat!” was the whispered reply that usually took great effect.

Lambert told tales of the city with his nephews and his niece hung on his lips while eating.

Geralt only scooped a few spoons in, his mind occupied with the child of Pavetta. Only Roger who had snuck in the pantry and stolen some sweet pie and therefore wasn’t quite as hungry as his siblings noted his father being absent and tried to smile at him. Yenenfer who kept an extra eye on her criminal son to check whether he was eating anything healthy at all thus noticed Geralt being absent minded. He felt her gaze and looked up towards her. They exchanged a few facial expressions as married folk tend to do and Yennefer understood he would come up to her with it in time but later.

Yennefer returned to give Roger a stern gaze and he hastily put another spoon full of stew into his mouth, then smiled, mouth full of stew at her.

---

Beer in hand, children in bed, freshly bathed Geralt stood next to the fireplace. Vesemir was dozing off in his rocking chair. His ale stood beside him on the ledge.

Roger had a phase of direly needing his mom to sleep and while Geralt had read them all a story it was Yennefer who was needed to hold Rogers hand until he slept right now. Sometimes she dozed off too and then came up later to the parlor.

Eskel and Lambert washed up, he could hear their voices softly getting to his ear. They would drink a quick beer together, then go to their houses. Eskel as the ranch’s smith above his furnace and Lambert next to the storage hut. Vesemir took turns sleeping at Eskel’s or in his house which was way smaller and originally planned as a guest house. On colder nights he stayed at Eskel’s.

Originally they had all slept in the main house but with one child after another place grew scarce soon. And then again Geralt and Yennefer were grateful for every bit of privacy.

Geralt was still recovering from a leg injury he got when taming last year's horses. He had taken the children with him. Leo and Casimir almost got in harm's way when they groomed an already tamed horse of theirs, Morvudd, and his wild horse almost crashed into the other one. Morvudd jumped and left space for the wild one to crash into Leo and Casimir so Geralt got it to turn again and crash into a splintered fence, causing his leg to cut open.

The children had been horrified of course. Eric and Leo quickly ran back home to get help from their mother. It was resolved rather fast but since then his leg wasn’t healed completely and his duties on the ranch got split and taken over by his family.

After a while Eskel and Lambert came into the parlor and laughed at their sleeping father “No, I am not getting old.” Lambert mimicked his tone of speech and they all chuckled. They drank their beer and then wished each other good night. Eskel woke Vesemir and they left together. Geralt sat down into the rocking chair when he heard steps coming downstairs.

“Look who’s still awake.” he said with a low voice.

“Ha-ha.” Yennefer fake laughed. “Your son was scared you’re still hurting and cannot eat because of this.” she explained and then yawned.

She sat on his lap, carefully avoiding his hurt leg and began stroking his beard. No words were needed, no further inquiring.

“Lambert told us about Calanthe and Eist dying.” he began. He began caressing her back.

“Cintrean Stables?” she asked while closing her eyes. He nodded. “Yes, he said Emreis bought it. Didn’t mention they died though. What about -” he cut her off.

“Went missing, he said. She has no family left. She’s probably just a thorn in Emreis’ eyes.” Geralt added. Yennefer turned to look at him. “You...?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know do you…?”

She smiled, “What’s one mouth more to feed?”

One moment in silence then they started giggling. “Oh, Eric’s not gonna like this.”

Geralt looked towards the fire, sad about this prospect. Yennefer turned her body more towards him. “Hey. He’s having a phase. Just like Roger who needs me to sleep right now because he thinks if I am not there monsters will come. Eric is in a phase where he thinks he doesn’t need his dad and can protect himself from all the monsters in the world. The boys in school teased him because he told so much about you in school and then you got hurt even though being immortal according to Eric, the teacher told me.”

“Oh.” Geralt’s eyes widened.

“Geralt, it’s not your fault.” Yennefer tried to reassure him. “It’s a phase. He will get over it soon enough and then it’ll be me he hates. He’s starting puberty. It’s gonna be - fun.”

“Fun.” Geralt repeated.

“I need to convince myself or else I am gonna get crazy. We really had five children in eight years which means that they’re gonna be pubescent at the same time at one point.”

They both stared into the fire.

“It’s gonna be six children, Yen.” Geralt remarked. Yennefer smiled, then her gaze saddened. “We’re gonna have to find her first.”

---

They were awoken by a loud stomps on the stairways and shrieks of playing fetch. Yennefer went from sleeping to a commanding tone in mere seconds. “No running on the stairs!” she shouted, silence followed, quickly to be exchanged with a trail of steps running towards the two of them who had slept on the rocking chair, covered in fur and a quilt.

“Mommy! Daddy! Good morning!” they exclaimed and threw a ball between them. A game Geralt didn’t get the rules of. “We don’t have to get the rules,” Yennefer once explained to him, “what’s important is a) that they’re playing at all b) they are playing together and c) they’re letting us be for five minutes”.

They got forehead kisses from their parents - even Eric who Geralt just grabbed and pulled towards him. Yennefer saw Eric smile afterwards and was reassured he just had a phase.

Breakfast was bread with cold meat and jam. And telling their children about the plan of adopting another child.

“She doesn’t have a family anymore - do you guys think we could be that for her?” Yennefer asked the children.

“But who is gonna protect her if Daddy’s away? I already have to protect all of them. And you!” Eric got worked up.

“First of all, I am perfectly capable of protecting myself and you,” Yennefer got serious, “second of all, your father has a job that means he has to stay with the herds several nights in a row. It’s not as if he’s gone forever or will leave forever. He’s never going alone and won’t ever go alone. And third of all, we are fine. I know you hear a lot of the jokes Lambert makes about you guys eating everything up one day but no it’s not the truth. We have enough for all. Hell, we would have enough if Lambert and Eskel finally got a -”

Geralt stopped Yennefer. “I think it’s okay now, Yen.”

Eric looked a bit beat down and angry at the same time, Geralt wondered why he hadn’t left yet but he guessed Eric was too proud for that.

“Hey buddy,” Geralt started, “I know you’re feeling a bit like I am not your friend anymore these days but I am. I don’t know what I did to make you feel this way but this is between us and shouldn’t -”

“Yeah yeah I know. Just keep on getting more children like I am not enough!” Eric stormed off, closing the door behind him by smashing it. Yennefer looked as shocked as rarely ever before.

Eskel peeked into the parlor. “Your son just crashed into me and then ran off? Are you alright -” he saw Yennefer's expression, Geralt being quite unhappy and the other children mildly confused. “Okay. I guess not. Uh. I will look for Lambert.” he left again.

Leo, after holding a “conference” with his siblings and being the eldest with Eric’s vanishing, told his parents that they were alright with another sister, should she “wish to join, be okay to make flower crowns, race towards the forest and back, accept the rules of ball-throw-game” and, most importantly the task they all hated but someone had to do “help folding bed sheets” which had Yennefer and Geralt fall out of their moment of shock and return to smiling. “Sure. We will present her with your demands.” Geralt told his son.

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“Are you sure you won’t rather take the carriage?” Yennefer asked as Geralt mounted Roach. Vesemir already sat on his horse, a white gelding.

“Yes, Yen. We will be faster that way. She is alone out there and every minute might count.”

“I just worry-” Yennefer got interrupted by Vesemir: “His leg won’t fall off and I may be older than you all but I can ride a horse faster than you all can. Now stop being cheesy and give him a goodbye kiss.”

Yennefer did, presented Vesemir with a stern gaze and then waved them goodbye with the children, up until they got bored doing so.

Geralt and Vesemir took on a quick trot and reached the town soon after high noon. The town hall delivered a quick message in the form of Julian Alfred Pankratz alias Jaskier, one of the council members. “Geralt! Vesemir!” he exclaimed , “it is nice seeing you here!”. He came closer, leaving a waiting and now angry couple waiting for their meeting behind. “How is your leg? How are your children? How is… the witch doing?” Vesemir laughed at that last remark. “How are you, old man?” he asked Vesemir who visibly didn’t like being called ‘old man’. Geralt smirked at that, had he been okay with his wife getting insulted seconds before.

“Getting better each day, getting bigger each day, getting more beautiful each day.” Geralt answered. Jaskier shrugged. “Wow I really need to visit again.” he said.

“Yes, they miss their uncle.” said Vesemir. “And to be frank we could use a day of singing again.” Jaskier beamed.

“We’re here because of Pavetta’s child though.” Geralt chimed in.

“Who?” asked Jaskier.

“You know the child of surprise.”

“Ah. Sure. What a tragic story, isn’t it? I really need to make it a song. ‘Last flower of Cintra’, maybe? Hm. Sounds too floral. Lion? They had lion decor. But they still were a ranch. Rose? Yeah yeah sounds better. What are the odds of both grandparents dying mere days from each other?”

“Jaskier.” Geralt cut his evasions short.

“Right. Cirilla. What about her?”

“Lambert said she went missing and doesn’t have a family.” Geralt explained.

“Well at least the family part is true.” Jaskier said.

“What do you mean?”

“She doesn’t have any further family. Well except - surprisingly - a father should surface,” he noticed Geralt's stern look, “but no she doesn’t have any living family and no one willing or possible to take her. Alas she is not missing - okay yes she went missing for a quick moment but was quickly found and lives with the teacher for now.”

“Oh.” Vesemir and Geralt shared a look. They both were glad she was sfe for now.

“We spoke about maybe taking her in,” Geralt stated, “can I meet her?”

“Sure,” said Jaskier, “just maybe bring Yennefer next time. The council decided we would only let someone take her in after both had met them. You know it didn’t go well with the Jaromir boy last time and now he’s living on Emrais Ranch getting fed lies about how inept we are. And Emrais hasn’t even adopted him. I think it’s a bunch of kids just living off the ranch’s supplies.” Geralt wasn’t so sure that was the whole truth but he didn’t care.

“I think it’s best we ride back, Geralt. You and Yennefer can still ride back here today and meet her then. It’s no use going there alone. You shouldn’t make the decision yourself anyways. Would have been different if she still ran around in the forest.” Vesemir opined. Jaskier nodded consensual. “Yes I won’t be here for long anymore but you know where to meet me. I will have the papers ready should you decide to take her in.”

---

Yennefer and Geralt rode as fast as the wind. Her black stallion was called Aretuza and one of the fastest in the bunch. Roach had been tired out so he took Plotka, another brown mare.

“Remember when we got married in the town?” Yennefer smiled.

“Barely.” Geralt answered. Yennefer's smile vanished.

“You’re teasing me!” she turned sour. Geralt’s eyes widened in glee.

“Yen, I am just reminding you of the time you told me you were pregnant.”

“Oh,” she laughed, “I remember, you didn’t recall our wedding at first. To be fair they had you quite… drunk at the end of the night.”

The conversation had been barely a week after their wedding. Istredd, a study friend of Yennefer who didn’t make it to the wedding, congratulated them and then, after winking at both of them for seeing Yennefer's situation, asked whether they had chosen a name already. After he left Geralt asked her for what he congratulated. She had told him that they had wed which got Geralt confused.

“I wore white and had flowers? All our friends and family were there? You wore a dress shirt? You said ‘I do!’?”

His answer back then didn’t stem from being reluctant rather than actually not knowing what had been going on. “How was I even supposed to know? You always smell of lilac, wear white, black or black and white - also I still can’t believe any day I wear those horrible fancy clothes is a chance you take? I honestly thought it was a normal sunday. I mean okay, the drinking got out of hand but it happens, right?”

“Please tell me you at least remember what we need a name for?” Yennefer had asked, getting aggravated. His eyes had grown even more panicked.

“A horse?” Geralt had asked, confused.

“I’m seven months pregnant, Geralt.”

“Fuck.” Anxiety over having an unwanted child had now grabbed Yennefer. “We don’t have a name,” He took her into a deep hug and then started kissing her, “But well we have about two months, still.” Between her tears, Yennefer still had managed to laugh.

“I still can’t believe I forgot most of our wedding. It sucks to be honest.”

“At least you feel bad about it,” Yennefer said, “and I am so glad you didn’t suggest ‘Roach’ as a name in that moment. We wouldn’t have made a week of marriage.”

“I know.” he answered.

It was late afternoon when they rode into the town. Jaskier told Geralt he would alert the teacher of the situation and he would expect them at their home. The teachers house was small by comparison to the ranch but right next to the school which had its own advantages. They knocked on the door and were greeted by the teacher's wife and one of their children.

“Ah, Geralt and Yennefer. Come in!” she said and made room. As they walked in she asked a lot of questions about the room size for the children, how old they were, whether they were healthy. Geralt made some remarks about the size of the ranch to make known that some worth lied there. The teacher’s wife openend the door to the parlor where the teacher sat with Cirilla and one of their children. Cirilla looked about eight, was dressed in a blue dress and had white hair. Yennefer and Geralt exchanged a look and almost began to laugh. At first sight she looked more like his child than any of his did. Cirilla locked eyes with them and after everyone greeted each other and Geralt and Yennefer told her who they were she greeted them with: “I am Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon but you can call me Ciri. Will you take me with you now?”

She stood before them smiling sheepishly. “We could if you want to? We have a ranch with horses.” Geralt told her.

“And we have five children.” Yennefer added, asking herself why he always had to mention the horses before his children.

Ciri nodded.“Yes Jaskier has already told me about all that. Mr. Teacher has already explained to me that I cannot stay here.” she told them.

“I think we’re settled then? I am sure you will love our home.” Yennefer said, beaming while doing so. Ciri seemed to warm up quickly and they hoped it wouldn’t stop once meeting the wall of children they had at home. Her bag was packed quickly since she didn’t have a lot of stuff. Most important was the stuffed lion her grandmother gifted her which she held firmly.

“Can I ride with you?” she asked Geralt.

“Sure.” he smiled as he answered and promptly placed her on Roach who whinnied.

They talked about some basic stuff on the way back home. Her favorite food, color, animal. Stuff to get to know her and ease her into a situation she seemed to accept rather quickly.

---

Back on the Ranch they were greeted by all of them including the dogs standing together and waving. Geralt and Yennefer stopped their horses and got down. The children came nearer but were pretty shy. Eric stood before his siblings and greeted Ciri first. “Hey Ciri, I am Eric.” he said. Lambert and Eskel fist bumped which meant they prepared him for this moment. Geralt gave them a quick thumbs up. Everyone greeted Ciri who stood next to a squatting Yennefer. Ciri whispered in her ear “How am I supposed to remember all of those names?” Yennefer giggled once, then said “Don’t worry you can always ask, we won’t bite.”

Ciri nodded, still a bit unsure of the situation.

Lambert exclaimed: “Who’s hungry? I cooked.”

Geralt then noticed he hadn't eaten all day. His stomach growled, “I am hungry.” he said just as Ciri bravely expressed her hunger as well.

“Follow me!” said Lambert and the whole bunch followed him put.

Vesemir walked up to Geralt. “Sure it wasn’t you that got Pavetta pregnant?”

In another life, Yennefer's anger could kill people as easily as a storm. We’re glad it’s not this.

#witcher #the witcher #no beta we die like calanthe #geralt x yennefer #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #geralt #yennefer

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forsakentoast · 5 years ago

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Wildflower

Chapter 2

“Is he still asleep?”

“My little fox, he just settled down for his afternoon nap. Let him be, he did have quite a day today.”

“But mama! Today we were supposed to go truffle hunting before dinner! And my basket was all packed and ready to go.”

Looking before her dejected child, the mother released a sigh as she smiled. Ah, her little autumn leaf. “And he will. He just wants to sleep. He lets you do that when you want to take a nap.”

“Mama… he isn’t here when I close my eyes for a time.”

“Oh Ilé… Sometimes I think you are but my youngest child.” A small laugh erupted from the woman.

“I am and always will be your child. Now, let me go wake up your other child. Link! Link! Wake up!”

Wake up...

Groggy eyes finally opened blearily to the sunlit room. Stretching just before a cramp was threatening to come forth, Wild took off the blankets and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

Hearing the others quietly bustling about and the gentle smell of something cooking, Wild let out one more yawn before finally getting out of bed and starting down the stairs.

The smell of breakfast became even more enticing as each step downstairs was taken.

“Morning.”

The chatter soon stopped to greet the sleepy Hylian. But before any word could be uttered, a glass bottle was shattered as a response in its stead.

“HOLY…”

“Hylia...”

“W-wild?”

The shattered glass jolted the young hero to be more awake and alert. Being more aware of his surroundings, Wild looked around to the shocked and startled faces of his friends.

Despite the shock still evident in Time’s face, he gathered his stupor and proceeded to ask what everyone had on their minds. “Wild? Is that really you?”

“Uh… Yeah? You guys stare at me as if I was growing a horn on my head.”

And at that statement, Wind yelled, “To the lab!”

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The lab had a quiet morning. The gentle beeping of the machines and the humming were filtering through the air as Purah and Symin went about their morning. However, that peace was soon disrupted as the doors to the lab were slammed open and a loud clamor of calling the sheikah woman in an urgent tone was ringing about.

“Purah! Purah!” Wind desperately called out.

Upon the name leaving the mouth of the sailor, Purah turned to greet them when the words died as she looked at the champion of her time. Before her, the champion held no blemish upon his concerned face. His hair was as short as it had been before his downfall.

“It would have been nice if I could at least see myself, ya know. You all make it seem as if a horn sprouted from my head or something… or a second head,” he grumbled. Feeling around his head, Wild was relieved to have had no horns or bumps. Once his hand felt around the left side of his face, he took a pause.

There was smooth skin where his scars were supposed to be. What dark magic was this? Everywhere he traced where his scars were, his fingers met nothing but baby soft skin.

“Heh… Where?” Words were hard to form as Wild’s mind began reeling to figure out what exactly was even going.

Legend spoke for him, “That is exactly what we were trying to figure out.”

Silence engulfed the lab for a brief moment until Purah’s excited giggles broke through. She picked up a reflective piece of metal to give to Wild as her eyes shone with awe.

Taking said metal from her, Wild paled at seeing his scars no longer there. His youthful face looking even more young and his hair. Oh Hylia his hair. No longer was it long, but short like in the first part of his...

“Symin! Do you see?! This was a success! Oh Linky! We must conduct tests and- and exams! How do you feel? Have you eaten? Any side effects? Any fever? Aches? Hylia… we need to take vitals and-”

“Purah,” interjected Symin, “Take a breath, and let him breathe. We can’t have him go into shock.” Walking towards Wild, Symin gently brought Wild’s attention to the present moment and led him away from the group so a moment can be given to process the situation at hand.

Upon leading the champion away, Purah turned her attention back to the lot of heroes.

“I can’t believe it… Did he show any symptoms yesterday?”

All shook their heads, except for Twilight.

“I kept him under close supervision since then. Other than stumbling a couple times here and there, nothing else was wrong. No fever, no nothing.”

“Well,” Hyrule spoke, “Now that I think about it, he did seem to be lethargic after he ate dinner with us.”

“Now that you mentioned it,” all attention went to Four, “Wild did seem lethargic during dinner time. We all know how vigorously Wild loves to eat his dinner.”

Small murmurs of agreements resounded as they all realized their wild friend did not escape without symptoms.

Swallowing the guilt Hyrule was feeling, he turned his attention to Purah. “I understand that you said to expect changes, but how much or how deep these changes are? How long would this last?”

“I don’t know. I can only say that he got reduced back 100 years due to the disappearance of his scars. I can’t tell you anything more than that, young man. Even with tests done, there is little to be said.”

Apprehensively, Warriors questioned, “But didn’t you get hit with the rune yourself?”

“I didn’t get hit with it. I experimented on myself because I had no other viable subjects.” Purah laughed to herself. “Besides, my symptoms were different than our dear friend. I had horrible fevers, lethargy, and terrible aches and pains. But it soon calmed down.”

“So you tested on yourself… and what exactly did that yield? What was the reason for the testing to be conducted?” Pressed Warriors.

“My, my… such an inquisitive young lad. I did the test on myself indeed. I became younger as you see me at this moment. I am also over 100 years old as well, you know. I changed physically and mentally. I still have some outburst that just spill from my mouth. But as for the reason? Sometimes our research is done to benefit Hyrule. Possibly in due time I will spill the secrets.”

Before any protest could be given, Symin and Wild finally came inside.

“We would have been outside longer, but the villagers were starting to stir and go about their morning routines. I do not think it would have been wise to have our friend seen by prying eyes,” Symin shot Purah a look.

Pouting, Purah could only just look at Wild and egged him on with her gaze. She knew he had questions and she would do her best to answer them.

“Obvious question aside. What is my current age.”

“Judging by the unmarred skin you meekly paraded, I would say 16. Give or take a year.”

“But how?”

“Linky, even I cannot explain it. You have read my diary, even though I told you to refrain from doing so,” she quietly mumbled the last part. “When I first did the experiment on myself, I was regressed 70 years, then another twenty and so on and so forth. I managed to stop when I reached the age of six.”

“So you're telling me that I can still regress?”

“Exactly,” Purah answered, “How far? Hylia most likely wouldn’t even know. Let’s just hope you don’t regress to the point you fade away from existence.”

As Purah gave a laugh, the others became worried while Wild simply rolled his eyes.

“I have the spite to will myself back into existence.”

Clearing his throat, Time brought back the attention of Purah. “So what exactly should we be looking for in these… changes?”

“Well for one, he will be growing shorter in stature. If he does regress further in age, he may experience mood swings or general outbursts.”

A small shudder was heard from Symin. All eyes and one glare were directed at him as he realized that his shudder was heard to them all.

“Ah, my apologies. If Link does experience those, just know that they aren’t all… too bad… you will eventually grow immunity to it. Sometimes all one can do is treat this situation as a parent would a child… or like a sibling of some sorts.”

“Heck yeah!”

Wind looked towards everyone, excitement etched onto his features. “I am so excited! I love being a big brother! And with this circumstance, I can be like a dad! I can be all like: Hello, this is my son,” as the young sailor gestured toward an unamused Wild.

“As if any one would believe you,” said Warriors.

“You may have a reasonable point, but it doesn’t hurt to try.”

A snort was heard from Sky as he looked to the sailor. “I’m just trying to imagine a young person like you just be like, ‘hello, I am the hero of the Winds and this is my son… Link… the Second. Link 2.0. Sounded better in my head to be honest.” Off muttering he went.

“I won’t be dealing with a child. If he is wild as he is now, just imagine how wild he would be as a child.”

“Hey! I am not wild. I just like to do things different than your preferred methods. I have restraint too, you know.”

Legend just rolled his eyes.

“The good thing is that you won’t be alone this time in your predicament. You have others that will help you and take good care of you. I believe you are in good hands, Link. We may just have to wait this out or until Purah and I can get the other rune up and running. We have plenty of other projects that are vying for our attention, so we will be doing the best we can.”

“I will not be responsible for you. Someone will be taking that responsibility and it won’t be me. I want to be left alone to sleep,” Legend muttered that last bit to himself.

“I can’t help but feel like you will eat those words. Just something I feel deep within my gut,” replied Warriors.

“Listen here, fool-”

“Enough.” Time interjected. “We will be sure to watch for our dear friend here, you can rest assured. Any other things we should be concerned about?”

Thinking, both scientists just hesitantly shook their heads.

“I feel like there should be but at the moment we cannot think of any. Just please, take good care of him. I think it’s best that Impa knows of the situation and Zelda of this time as well.”

“Ah! Linky! Take this hat and wear it like a disguise to cover your face and remain as a mysterious person and you can go home-”

“I know my way without being detected by the village.” Seeing Purah’s dejected face, Wild just took the sheikah hat that was offered. “But I guess I can go undetected in style.”

“Good. Now, off with you. And be sure to update me with any changes.”

With each hero excusing themselves and leaving the lab, the two scientists waved with all smiles until the door closed.

“Purah, I believe this will be a wreck. He told me he faintly recalled something from the depths of his mind. He couldn’t really explain it fully as to what it was. He just said something or someone told him to wake up. No report of anything out of the ordinary. I didn’t realize anything was wrong until he got here to the lab.”

“We just keep watch on him, Symin. We always did. That’s why it’s better to have Impa on the loop. But at the same time, I cannot help but think to drag out the progress of the rune. I am a woman of science, Symin. My curiosity is gnawing at the possibilities on how things will turn. But I guess we will just keep that tid bit to ourselves.”

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Just ways away from the lab, the group had stopped and looked at their wild companion.

“So how would we go on about and avoid the prying eyes of the village?”

“Just climb down the hills and avoid the heart of the village and the entrance.”

“But what of Bolson and Karson? I don’t think we can just sneak around and bust you in through the window in the back. Nor is milling about until nightfall for them both to go back home is worth it.”

“I think it would be better to just tell him. Right?”

“Wild, how exactly would you just go up and just tell him: oh, i got hit with a ray and I am regressing back to goddesses know when. I may or may not fade from existence as it is.”

“Well, Twi, I don’t think I can just tell him that I am some lost long relative. I could have pulled it off by just stating I got a haircut, but my unmarred skin won’t fool him. He knew me with my scars. He saw me with the scars yesterday.”

“Well,” Wind spoke, “Why don’t we just say that it was some high level potion that was barely made and you were testing it out and look how youthful it made you. But there was just a small sample.”

“Wind… that’s not a bad idea. But I think it should be more refined and we can make that excuse to pass it off. I think we should include a haircut as well.”

“I am all on board with that, Hyrule!”

“As much as I appreciate the excuses you both are formulating, I think it’s best I just handle it. Why don’t you all go into town and gather more groceries. I am famished and I believe the breakfast has already gone cold.”

“We can just heat up the food once more.”

“Only two omlettes and toast were made, before Twilight shattered the milk. Besides, I think it’s best we all just go into town and get supplies as we make our trek to Kakariko.”

Everyone nodded and the group departed, leaving Wild to sneak back to his home.

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“My oh my! Good morning Link! It is a little too early for a hat, is it not?”

“Morning Bolson, Karson,” Wild nodded to both men. “I just wanted to make an early morning fashion statement.” A small laugh filled the air as Wild went to remove the hat.

“Ooooo, I see you went to get that silky length cut down. It suits you quite well, might I add. But I feel that there is something else that is definitely different about you this fine morning. What do you think, Karson?”

A guessing game began between the two of them until Karson finally noticed.

“Good goddess above, Link! Your skin!”

“Shhh! I know, I know. I… had a little accident at the lab the other day. I still have not gotten over my shock. I feel… a bit naked without them. I just really don’t know how to explain it. There’s an experiment that is being developed but I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and then-”

Careful details came forth from Wild’s lips. Both Bolson and Karson were listening in silence as the hero spoke the day’s details.

“Link, we are both honored that you are confiding this mishap. And I am a little hurt that you wouldn’t have trusted me to share this secret. Although I do understand why. I know that I blabber on about my business and I know of all the village gossip, but I also know when to keep my mouth shut on certain matters.”

“You both took it well… I am actually surprised.”

“Besides, boss has made it company rules that anything a client tells, cannot be told to anyone else.”

“Oh my good dear, if only you would hear the things my past clients have told me. It is a little hard to comprehend this at the moment, but what kind of person would I be if I had broke the trust you helped forged?”

“May the goddesses bless you both.”

“But my dear, I want you to be careful out there. Especially since you will be making a trek to Kakariko village. Now you should get packing, your group is coming along.”

Looking back, Wild saw his group of friends and turned back to the duo milling about under the tree, a smile and a word of gratitude as he went back into his home.

Karson and Bolson both sent smiles in return and nods of understanding to the group as they all headed inside.

“You know Karson, I cannot help but shake the feeling of something. May the goddess above watch over the lot.”

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The trek to Kakariko was uneventful. Merchants peppered the roads, but most seemed to have minded their business as they walked along. A couple monsters here and there, but nothing that required exertion. With the mountains rising above and offering a sense of security, Wild had assured the group that they were approaching Kakariko.

The moon was high above the sky as the heroes made their way into the village. Wild made his way inside the inn to grab rooms for the night. When Wild came out, eyes of concern went on each face as they viewed their affected member. Wild honestly did not realize that he was swaying.

“As it is late at night, I suggest we just spend the rest of the night... at the inn and then- then meet up with... Impa in the morning. Besides, I am incredibly sleepy and I feel like I can’t- can’t go on.”

Gently guiding Wild back inside, Warriors told the group to get settled in and asked Hyrule to come help him with Wild.

“Come on Wild, let’s get you to bed.”

“Very tired.”

“I know, my little wildflower.”

“Heh. flowers do sound nice.”

“Now let’s get to bed. You had such a long day.”

“Gonna see Impa.”

“Rest is what makes good boys strong,” a gentle smile was felt within those words.

Wild felt warmth surround him. “Night.”

“Good night, wildflower.”

And just like that, Wild fell asleep.

Both Hyrule and Warriors shared a look of concern.

“Exactly who was he talking to?”

“I don’t know. But now is not the time to ask. We should just keep an eye and just get some rest.”

“You’re right. May things get resolved soon.”

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #toast writes #wildflower #chapter 2 #the plot had to continue somehow #i felt like i droned on and on #regardless... enjoy #it feels so good to be back #the next day

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thatcnamomnwife · 4 years ago

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Well, hello!

I really just wanted to check out this app because I don’t know anyone really who blogs here... maybe I could meet new people make friends I can chat with. I don’t work anymore and I have very little company. My ex husbands wife has come to visit and let our youngest boys play together and my family has come in and out to help keep things up in the house. I broke my leg in a car accident in October. I still can’t walk.

I laugh about it now because my two other siblings here have both been in worse car accidents and walked away with scratches. My brother was knocked unconsious and woke up and walked 2 miles home. I hit a tree to avoid hitting the back end of a truck that was stopped in a work zone and when I hit the break popped back and broke my ankle tib and fib... I knew I had broken it but was not aware of how bad it was. My EMT was wonderful in keeping me calm. I heard comments when I got to the hospital about it being really bad but I didn’t want to see the damage. They knocked me out and put me into surgery. I woke up with a fixater on my leg. The next night after I asked for pain meds 3 or 4 times in a row because the Dilaudid didn’t work, my assigned surgeon came in and examined my leg. I had compartment syndrome and needed a fasciotomy asap. so the next time I woke up I still had the fix and then my leg was completely wrapped. Every time I tried to do physical therapy I would. Bleed everywhere. I found out I had two huge gaping cuts in the side of my leg and 2 equally gaping cuts in the top of my foot. In the hospital I tried my best to keep up hope that this would all be over soon. My friends at work (I’m a CNA) got ahold of me and cheered me on the get better and come back to work soon. But here I am. It’s February and I’m still wheelchair bound and not walking. The way my surgeon fixed my leg set it to where my toes almost faced the ground and my ankle is now fixed as if its ready for a stiletto. I have worked hard to get to rotate my ankle and lift my toes a little bit and as my physical therapy has me working on the they are working on lifting this deep scar on top of my foot.

It sucks to have to depend on everyone else to get help. I can do some things on my own. But I can’t cook my own food by myself. I can do dishes actually but it’s really hard. I can move from place to place with my walker. But since I’m on one leg it’s hard and I wear out fast. I can’t go anywhere unless someone takes me. Sitting in a car is hell because I lose circulation in my leg easily. If I get annoyed with my husband or my kids get on my nerves I can’t just go outside.

I spent the first month crying. Every day. I’m not kidding. I cried even harder Every appointment because my surgeon is a straight forward kinda guy. My home health nurse came in and saw that I was cracking and she suggested I act for a low dose antidepressant and I just gave and said yea. I’m tired of crying. Well it’s worked so far. I still get mad and throw fits and cry but I think that’s just me being human and besides that anyone in the medical profession is bound be make a horrible patient.

I am a lot better now. In fact despite the fact that my leg still doesn’t work, I’m in ok spirits. I miss my job, my residents, and most of my coworkers. I worked through what I feel is the worst part of COVID in my area and I worked while I had it. I was so proud of my self for not giving up in that mess. I miss the hard work. I wanna go back but I know I will never get to run around like I did before. It just sucks.

But in the midst of this whole crap show my husband and I got married in December! It was a beautiful low cost home wedding and my family couldn’t come because they were quarantined but we had our other loved ones there. I won’t lie I looked amazing in my wedding dress and my hair and makeup was gorgeous. Nothing has changed since we got married. We are still bickering at each other but at the end of the day I love him and he loves me. We have been through it all in these 6 years and I wouldn’t have him any other way. He’s lazy. He frustrates me but he is a good man and a good dad to our son. My daughters love him. My oldest calls him dad. And he has pretty much jumped trough hoops for them since he met them. We are all a happy family and I love my life. I just don’t like where I’m at in my life.

I have 3 kids. My oldest is 14 and she’s a type 1 diabetic. Shes a hormonal teen with diabetes. We have blood sugar issues every day. Hormones raging. She recently got grounded for not doing her chores and lying about her blood checks and she lost it over not being on the phone for a few days. But damn she is smart. She wants to be a mortician when she graduates college. She passes state testing like it’s nothing. And she’s a complete music lover. She was the 18th chair in junior all region choir last year. She was the youngest in her group to get in. So I brag on her a lot. My middle child is a lot of energy and she frustrates me. She’s 10 and she’s been stuck in this stage where she acts like she doesn’t have common sense. We’ve taught her how to use the washer and dryer several times and this kid still says she don’t know how to use it. She’s the one who argues even if she knows she’s wrong she will still try to make you think she’s right. She will agree to something one minute and then get mad about it later. She will not brush her hair and she does this on purpose because she claims is a part of her personality. She also recently told me she’s bisexual. She’s a good kid though. Teachers and kids at school love her she don’t get in trouble ever. And she’s also a smart kid! She excelled in school to the highest. I’m very proud of my girls.

My son is 4 and he is a big ball of adhd. He bounces off walls and he’s very violent. We have been trying to get him evaluated so we can get him on proper meds before kindergarten but It hasn’t happened yet. But he’s also a sweet kid. He is very smart too. He knows all of his colors and can count to 10. He knows his name. But he tells you he’s 400 years old instead of 4 lol.

My mom and sister are both life savers to me. They have taken care of me through this. When I need them they are there. My brother prefers to live his own life and visit at moms with me from time to time. But I love him. I miss him.

My dad left my mom when I was 13. He caught up with my half sister. Fell in love with his ex wife and moved away. I have seen him 4 times since he left and the last time I saw him was when I was 19 and pregnant with my oldest child. He’s never met my kids in person and he’s only spoken to my oldest on the phone once. 2 years ago he disappeared after planning to come stay on my moms property to get back on his feet and get proper medical treatment. He asked our side of the family for money (like $1000) and none of us had that. So he tried to make us feel bad and then never contacted us again. I’ve heard fromy step sisters that he’s been spotted here and there but we honestly Don’t know where he is, what he’s doing and if he’s even alive. I hate to say it but it doesn’t bother me anymore. I used to break down thinking about him dying and not knowing. Now I feel different. He’s been gone most of my life now.

I also have this best friend who is more than my best friend. She’s my soul. This girl has helped me through some of the worst parts of my life. She and I don’t get to see each other very often but we are always family to each other. She and I talk almost daily. I just love her.

That’s my family though. It’s a hot mess but it’s mine and I love it. At the end of every day I am blessed because I’m loved and cared for.

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