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writing-pocalypse · 7 years ago

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Family

(A/N: Another piece of my writing, this one is more centered around a lot of people and not just the Lanes. Sorry if I butchered your language. Nighty, Adam, Chase, Xander, and Delmira belong to @galaxsona)

An Exploration of the characters Family Dynamics.

Alexander pulls the garlic bread out of the oven and places it on the counter to cool. The front door was noisily pushed open and equally as noisily closed, “Schätzchen! Prinz! Bärchen! Liebling! Welcome home! Dinner just got done.” There’s a chorus of tired cheers and the tired athletes squeeze into the kitchen.

“Hey Vati.” Luna hugs his side, grabbing a piece of garlic bread on the way.

Nighty grabs five bowls from the cabinet and slides four of them onto the counter, bumping Luna and Alexander out of the way to fill her own bowl. “How was your day, Papa?”

“Good. Was practice hard?” Alexander questions, ladling his own soup into his bowl.

“The same as usual, slowly mounting stress, Nighty almost killed me and Luna several times, Axel is a saint. You know, the usual.” Abrax answers as he and the other two join Nighty and Alexander at the table.

“Wanna hear about some bullshit that happened at work?”

“Hell yeah!”

Across town a different family is in a similar situation. “How was business today abuela?”

“Good Rosa, how was class?” Bella’s grandmother sets down two plates of food and sits across from her granddaughter.

“Two kids almost got into a fight during lunch, but otherwise uneventful.” Bella notes the missing plates from the table. “Just us tonight?”

“Santiago is at his little girlfriend’s house, your mamá is on a business trip but you knew that, and your abuelo is closing down the shop with your papá.” Bella hums in acknowledgment, already shoveling food into her mouth. “Speaking of your abuelo!”

“What did he do this time?”

“Oh don’t even get me started!”

Xander Smith flicks through a menu carefully, more for show than anything. “They’ve added a new kind of steak to the menu.” He mummers, lowering it enough to look at his parents.

“Another one? How many more different ways can you cook a steak?” His mother questions, signaling for the waiter to come their way when he gets the chance.

“Only like... twelve, but if you change the name and description to something fancier you can charge more.” Xander quips back.

His parents laugh a little before his father fully turns his attention to his son, “So how was school today?”

“The usual school. Some kids almost got into a fight at lunch, Bella wants to come over this weekend.”

“And how’s that little boyfriend of yours? Adam right?” Xander blushes a little at the mention of Adam, “So he’s treating you well?”

“Dad! We aren’t even officially dating yet.” Xander whines, dramatically bringing his normally baritone voice up a few octaves to get his parents to laugh.

His mom replies, reaching across the table to grab Xander’s hand, “His loss. I raised a very handsome and gentlemanly child, you know.”

“Mom… I’m your only son.” Xander deadpans which sends his parents into another small laughing fit.

Chase drummed his fingers on the wheel of his car, Adam bopping his head next to him. The duo was sitting in the drive-thru of an In-and-Out, waiting for their food to be done. The worker hands Chase their food and they drive off, cranking the music louder. Adam begins to dig into his food as soon as it’s in his lap, “You have any idea where mom and dad are?”

Chase snorts, “No, but who needs them anyway?”

“You’re right, but I wanted to know if I could have Xander over without having to explain… them.”

“Nah, you’re good to go dude. Don’t be too loud.”

Adam slaps Chase’s arm, causing him to laugh out loud, “Dude shut up! We aren’t a thing!”

“Yeah, whatever bro.”

“Honeybee! Dinners done!”

“I’ll be out in a thecond!” Delmira calls back, narrowing her eyes and pushing her glasses back down.

The door to her office is pushed open and Catherine stands in the open door frame, “Honey pie you’ve been working all day.”

“Thorry kitten, you know how important thith ith.”

Catherine sighs, her hair bouncing with the movement as she walks to her girlfriend - almost fiancée - and her voice adopting the cutesy tone when she gets when she wants Delmira to pay attention to her, “I know sweet pea, it’s pawsitively important to both us-”

“So can I get back to work?” Delmira’s voice is deadpan, her resolve is slowly slipping but she can survive if Catherine doesn’t-

“- but it’s not healthy fur you to bee staring at that screen all damn day.” Catherine brushes some of Delmira’s hair out of the way and presses a kiss to the side of her neck. “And ‘sides, there’s someone special that’s gonna have her felines hurt beclaws you haven’t paid attention to her.”

Delmira groans and turns her chair around to face her girlfriend, “That was pawsitively too many puns.”

“Sorry honey, I’ll stop pollen your leg, hive convinced you enough.” Catherine’s little giggle is heaven on earth in Delmira’s eyes, and she decides to prove it - and stop the puns - by pulling her shorter girlfriend down into a kiss. Catherine pulls back a little, “Dinner’s gonna get cold.”

“Let it.” Delmira pushes herself up from the chair and kisses Catherine again.

Hunter sighs and cleans up the abandoned plates left on the table, “Alone for dinner once again.”

Not much ever happens in the Doberman house.

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writing-pocalypse · 7 years ago

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Sick.

(A/N: Me??? Posting about my ocs??? Miracle. This is the first time I’m posting my writing so like... be gentle? Under the cut!)

Alexander Lane stumbles down stairs and into the kitchen. He hums as he begins cooking breakfast, throwing pieces of French toast onto the griddle. The door to the kitchen opens right on time, his daughter, Nighty, stumbles into the kitchen and begins making coffee. “G’ Morning ‘Stra.” He mumbles, bumping his side against hers.

“Morning Papa.” She mumbles back, sounding obviously sick.

Alexander looks at her immediately, “You’re sick.”

“No I’m not.”

“You totally are!” Alexander temporarily abandons the food to grab the thermometer and hand it over to Nighty, “Take your temperature and if it’s 100 or higher you’re staying home.” There’s a brief shuffling of feet, Astra is stomping her feet like a toddler, and Alexander briefly contemplates letting her drink her coffee first. Just as he is about to let her wake up, he hears the thermometer beep. Nighty hands it over to him to read, “102… You’re staying home little lady.”

“But Papa!”

“No ifs, ands, or buts Nighty, you’re staying home. I’ll get Axel to get the other two up.” Alexander had started shooing Nighty out of the kitchen with promises of bringing her breakfast and coffee when his phone started going off. He picked it up once the sick girl was out of the kitchen and sighed, Luna and Abrax were both spamming him with texts about how sick they are. Alexander replies to both of them that they have to come downstairs to take their temperature to stay home.

The door to the kitchen swings open again and Alexander’s husband, Axel, walks through. “Good morning, sugar.”

“Morning Liebling. The kids are sick again.” Alexander plates the pieces of French toast while talking.

“All of them? I can stay home with them.” The concern is obvious in Axel’s voice, Alexander is confused for a second before he remembers that Axel has never seen all three of triplets sick at once.

“They’ll be fine. They’re grown teenagers, and you have work anyway.” Axel mumbles something about two of the kids being his work from behind to the brim of his coffee. Alexander walks over to him and sets the mug of coffee down to kiss his husband, “it’s sweet that you want to stay with them.” The door swings open and Luna and Abrax walk in - or at least Abrax walks in, Luna drags herself in with one of her blankets wrapped around her like a cape. Alexander grabs the thermometers and hands one to Abrax and the other to Luna. Axel grabs one of the plates of French toast and exits the kitchen while the other three wait for the results. Luna gives a slight cheer as her thermometer goes off. Alexander takes the thermometers from the duo and slides them into the cleaning solution he prepared after Nighty came in. “I’ll stop by Doctor Jones and Doctor Free’s office on my way home to see what medicine is safe for you, okay Lu?” Luna, who is downing coffee like she needs it to live, makes a weak noise of affirmation.

Abrax grabs two DayQuil pills as he shuffles around making his own coffee, coughing a

little along the way. The duo slides out of the kitchen with their breakfast and their coffees. Axel reenters the kitchen and sits at the breakfast table across from his husband, who is already digging into his breakfast. “You spoil them, you know?”

“I know Axel, but after what happened with their mother…” Alexander lets the end of his sentence drift off.

Axel leans across the table and lifts his hand to kiss it, “I know dear, I didn’t say it was a bad thing. You’re a very good father.”

A soft smile graces Alexander’s face, “Thanks liebling,” he glances at the clock and suddenly stands up, “I have to go to work!” Axel scoops up his plate before Alexander can even think about it, “you’re the best! I love you, thank you for taking care of the kids.”

“No problem Alex, have a good day at work. I love you too.” They share a brief kiss before Alexander flies out the door.

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