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harry-hollands · 4 years ago

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selcouth // harry holland // 3

chapter 3: before and after the shadows

story summary: Harry was used to living in his brothers’ shadows. Tom was the actor and Sam was the cook and musician. He was used to being second best and genuinely gave up on finding someone who could love him for him. Someone who could believe that Harry wasn’t second best. His mindset changes however, when he meets you. The sunshine to cast away all of his shadows.

chapter summary: an insight into why harry has shadows, and why they seem to consume him at a certain time of the year.

pairing(s): harry holland x reader, past!harry holland x toxic!oc, implied tuwaine barret x broadway!oc, and implied paddy holland x oc

warnings: angsty harry, depressed harry, fluffy, and angsty

word count: 2.2k

A few months into meeting Y/N, Harry had found himself waiting for her after her rehearsals frequently. Sophia and Sicily teased the both of them incessantly, but expressed their happiness for the two of them, despite the common “We’re just friends!” response.

Sam and Paddy were probably the happiest for their friends. Harry’s twin and youngest brother had never seen the curly photographer so content like he was with Y/N. Wherever one was, the other was not far behind.

Harrison liked Y/N but was still wary of the girl. Of course, if she was friends with his girlfriend, he could only imagine that Y/N was probably a genuine person. However, because of not only his status but his best mate’s, there was still some hesitancy about her. It was understandable, but Sora and Haz had gotten into a small argument about it, Sora feeling that he inadvertently doubted her judgment.

The three that were the most apprehensive about Harry spending a lot of time with Y/N was Tom, Nadia, and Tuwaine. Nadia liked her but feared that she was just using Harry to get clout, while Tom and Tuwaine knew that it had happened before in his last relationship.

When Harry had announced to his family and friends that he was in a relationship, everyone was ecstatic for the younger twin. The woman at the time was not very well known but had been friends with his family for some time. Their relationship had lasted a little over a year, but ended messily, with Harry calling it quits after some information had come to light.

It was discovered that the woman Harry had been seeing had only been using the poor photographer for fame. Tom, who was single at the time, had been extremely confused when the woman had attempted to make moves on him while they were all out at the bar for the night.

Tom had dismissed that night as an accidental drunken mistake, but immediately took that thought back as the next morning, Harry’s girlfriend had winked at him while grabbing a cup of tea. The poor actor felt the need to inform his little brother of what had happened, and when he ended up telling him minutes later, Tom was shocked to find that Harry didn’t seem fazed.

All Harry did was nod sadly and shrug, actions that alarmed the older Brit. When Tom asked what he had meant by the smile and shrug, Harry burst into tears, something he rarely ever did. Tuwaine, who had entered to ask what the two wanted to eat for breakfast, was taken aback by his roommate’s actions.

In all the years that he had known the Hollands, not once had he ever seen Harry genuinely cry. Tuwaine, being the sweet guy that he is, walked over to where Harry was standing by the closet and gave him a tight hug.

After tight hugs from his brother and best friend, Harry explained to the two that this wasn’t the first time She Who Shall Not Be Named flirted with others. At the very beginning of their relationship, she had made unwanted advances towards Sam but had dismissed it as a joke. Harry admitted again that Harrison had told him that she even tried making advances towards him, knowing full well that he was talking to Sora.

Sora and Harry’s ex didn’t get along. Sora had thought that She Who Shall Not Be Named was a bitch, and only cared for money and a public image. Harry’s ex thought that Sora was too blunt, a know-it-all, and a dumb foreigner, which is the only remote way to describe the words she had called the American.

Two days after Tom’s confession, Harry had finally worked up the courage to break up with the woman. Long story short, there was a lot of screaming from She Who Shall Not Be Named after Harry had broken the news, and had kindly asked her to leave.

Harry was a mess, but for the first time since he had entered the relationship, he felt free. However, it had practically taken an army to ensure that Harry was genuinely ok. The first few months had been rough, mostly since all he wanted to do was drink beer, eat tub after tub of mint-chocolate-chip ice cream, and blast Little Mix’s song Shout Out to My Ex.

While Harry had healed and grew as a person, Tom and Tuwaine still lingered on the situation. They were the only ones to know that Harry had cried, and both knew that they never wanted to see that sight again. If it were Tom or Tuwaine’s way, the two wouldn’t let Harry date until he was at least fifty-years-old, but also, Harry was his own person, and he was an adult who was capable of making decisions.

Y/N had a clue of what had happened from Sora, but the latter declined to go into detail as one, it wasn’t her information to tell, and two, Sora would get so upset at the whole situation that a coherent sentence could not be formed.

One particularly bitter February day, before the twins’ birthday, Harry finally worked up the courage to tell Y/N the full details. In the past few weeks, Harry had been distant, which caused a small rift to form between the twitterpated pair.

Harry realized that he was often unhappy and the only way he knew to cure the shadows surrounding the poor man, was his fix of sunshine. Y/N had grown concerned when Harry didn’t show up after her rehearsals four consecutive days in a row.

Y/N had asked Sora who was more often than not staying with Harrison, what was going on with Harry, but even she didn’t know what was going on, and she lived with him! Y/N had even worked up the courage to ask Sam, Harrison, and even Tom if Harry was ok, but all three declined to answer.

As soon as Y/N saw Harry waiting outside, there was no hesitation in the massive hug she pulled him into. Sophia was squealing internally watching the whole scene unfold, while Sicily scoffed, partly because she was done with being single, but also because she had seen the poor girl worry over the boy who she, personally, did not think was worthy of being fretted over.

Harry, who was caught by surprise about Y/N’s actions, hesitantly hugged her back. He had honestly been acting like a dick halfway through January, until now, the beginning of February, and here his sunshine was, hugging him like nothing ever happened.

“How have you been, ghost?” Y/N teased with a warm smile.

Harry, again taken aback by her actions, immediately pulled the girl into another hug. “I am so fucking sorry for ghosting you Sunshine. I have a reason why I’ve been acting so distant, but I completely understand if you think it’s just a fucking excuse and that I’m just another fucking div playing with your heart, but I promise you that I’m just a div, and I’m not playing with you.”

Y/N chuckled and gently pulled away from Harry’s chest, but still kept her hands on his waist in a comforting way. Her warm smile was instantly replaced with a frown when she noticed the stream of tears running down Harry’s face.

“Hey, love, what’s going on? What’re you crying for? You’ve done nothing wrong?”

“But I have! I’ve been completely ghosting you for like three weeks, and I’ve barely been visiting you after rehearsals, and when I do-”

“Hey. You’re going through something right now. It’s up to you when you feel comfortable letting me know what’s going on.”

“But I-”

“Harry, I promise you, everything is ok. I’m not mad at you. Never was. I was just extremely worried about you. Although, according to my stage manager, I’ve been portraying Eliza a lot better the past few weeks. So maybe you should worry me more. I’m kidding, don’t actually do that to me again, Sophia, Aiyana, and Sicily were exhausted over my constant worrying.”

Harry laughed and pulled her into another hug. “Ya think we can go be by ourselves for a while? You deserve an explanation on why I’ve been a dick.”

Y/N smiled and nodded, taking Harry’s hand and letting him lead the way to his parked car. Harry helped the girl put her belongings inside the boot, before helping her into the passenger side of the car, and then hopping into the driver’s side.

Sophia smirked at Sicily, holding out her hand expectantly, with Sicily groaning as she pulled out a wadded twenty-pound bill. “Fuck you, Soph.” Sicily groaned again.

Harry found parking in a car garage and the pair made their way through groups of tourists, before arriving at a view of the lit-up London Eye. The two of them stared out in silence before Harry launched into his explanation.

Throughout his story, Y/N’s face progressively morphed into disgust, as she listened to the full story of She Who Shall Not Be Named. Even though the woman was no longer in Harry’s life, Y/N felt a subconscious need to beat her up.

How could someone be so cruel that you use someone for fame? Y/N couldn’t understand, and all she could do was pull Harry into a hug after tears began pricking the corners of his eyes.

“Thank you for trusting me enough for telling me why you’ve been so distant.”

Harry without any hesitance, hugged the younger woman back, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, and closed his eyes. “Thank you for not immediately getting angry at me for being a dick.”

Y/N giggled and pulled away. “C’mon, we better head back. I don’t need Tom and Sora calling the police on us because we’ve been missing for two hours.”

Harry chuckled before pressing another kiss to her head and pulling her with him back to the car.

As soon as the pair had arrived at the Holland-Osterfield-Barret-Parkes-and now probably Tanaka residence, Sora, and Y/N’s other best friend, Aiyana, immediately pulled the Broadway actress into a bone mushing hug.

“Where the fucking hell have you been?” Sora practically shrieked in Y/N’s ear.

“Sora is just overreacting, but seriously I was getting worried about you, lolo.”

Y/N chuckled before glancing at Harry who was getting hit upside the head by all of the boys. “We talked. We’re ok now.”

Sora and Aiyana shared a knowing look before pulling Y/N, and Harry inside the house to warm up. They were glad that the two had made up because even if Tom and Tuwaine didn’t want to admit it, everyone residing in the house knew that they had missed how much brighter their lives were around the girl.

About a week later, which was Valentine’s Day week, everyone was in a bustle to get everything together. Tuwaine was bringing up his courage to ask out Sicily, who finally, wasn’t introduced by Paddy, but by Sora, Paddy was shooting his shot with Aiyana who everyone knew shared the same feelings, and the two were lowkey hooking up. (They were not slick at all. Even Y/N and Harry were slicker about their secret feelings for one another...and that’s saying a ton.)

Tom, Harrison, and Elysia were both coordinating with Y/N to get tickets to her opening night, which coincidentally was Valentine’s Day (Secretly, Y/N had already gotten tickets for everyone to attend), Sam was working with Y/N on a rendition of “Can’t Help Falling In Love” for Elysia, Nadia was buying any Spider-Man related thing she could find at a reasonable price, while Sora was secretly stashing her favorite Hawaiian snacks, and items sent to her by her family back home in her shared apartment with Y/N and Aiyana.

Harry didn’t have anything extravagant planned. All he was going to do was attend Hamilton, give her a bouquet of sunflowers, and a sun necklace, earring, bracelet, and ring set he got for a good deal off of Pandora.

Y/N had taken a different route. She knew that the two weren’t ready to date, seeming as they had only met months before, and the two had both agreed that with their next relationships they had to at least have known each other a year. However, that didn’t mean Y/N wasn’t going to do something special for her beloved curly-haired photographer.

At the end of the show, Y/N was planning on singing one of his favorite songs, and afterward, hand him half of a Yin-Yang necklace she was planning on sharing with him and polaroids of the two of them.

On one of her days-off from rehearsals, Y/N, accompanied by Sora, ventured to downtown London. The Broadway actress was looking through shops, searching and scanning for the best quality Yin-Yang necklace she could find, while Sora was doing some window shopping. Y/N was also looking to find a rustic-looking photo album/scrapbook to place her polaroids in. As the best friends entered a quaint little shop selling some photo albums matching the aesthetic Y/N was going for, Sora’s eyes widened as she caught sight of the one person she never wanted to see again, and the person she never wanted Y/N to meet, standing at the register waiting for everything of hers to be wrung up; She Who Must Not Be Named, or Eira Williams, Harry’s ex-girlfriend.

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sky-anon · 4 years ago

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On a dark and stormy night not to long ago there were 5 kids. More specifically werewolf kids.

"I tell you this every year Jean we can't go trick or treating were werewolves."

"But Sophia you always say that," Jean was 7 and has never been above ground before.

"Yeah, Soph just because we're werewolves doesn't mean we can't go to the surface world, you and me used to do it all the time." Simon, my twin brother who can be very, very annoying sometimes and will always take the opportunity to get under my skin and this is time is no exception.

"That's different Simon, also you're supposed to be on my side."

"Well," Simon began laying down on the window sill that he had been sitting on, "She's seven kids are adventures at that age we can't keep her cooped up down here forever."

I glare at him with the force of a thousand suns he knows exactly why this is happening. But he is right, the kid can't stay down here forever, I imagined how I would feel never getting to feel the wind ruffling my short hair that I cut using the scissors we found on the street once, never feeling the sun shine on my skin. Suddenly an idea hits me like a bullet train

"Okay," I say "then you take her." I cross my arms and lean against the wall a smug smirk forming on my face.

"What!" Simon exclaims rocketing up from where he's sitting some of the hairs coming undone from his bun at the some time. His head shoots around 90 degrees to look at me. I barely hold in my laughter.

As I study my fingernails I respond "You heard me, you're 16, you know your way around the streets you take her I mean you already have disguises with your ears and tails." Simon's tail whipped around from side to side like it does when he's trying to think of a good comeback.

"Uh-um" he stumbles before finally exclaiming in a low enough voice so that he doesn't alert Jean to the conversation we're having, "How do you know that I know the streets?!" I sigh and fave palm

"You're not exactly quite plus we spent a lot of our younger years up there so you're taking her."

"Ugh," Simon groans very dramatically "Fine." He leaves to the other room to talk to Jean about it

"Bring me back some milk chocolate." I tell

"Ok he yells back."

----Time Skip---- Simon's POV

As me and Jean are leaving my boyfriend Evan comes over to tell me good bye, he gives me a kiss and says

"Rember to be back, by midnight avoid you know who, and bring me back some gummy worms, also I love you."

"I love you to" I say back. I look down at Jean who is bouncing up and down with excitement.

"Or you ready to go?" I ask

"Yeah, yeah, let's go!" She responds

"Ok" I say, "lead the way." She jogs down the tunnel in front of me, as I follow her I hear Evan yell

"Don't forget my gummy worms!" With Sophia adding in "and my milk chocolate!"

"I know!" I respond and run down the tunnel after Jean.

So @silver-snow wanted to be tagged when I posted this it's a short story of the characters that I wanted to write bit didn't know if I could fit it into the actual story it might be in there though

#my writing

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voughtcorsair · 5 years ago

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unpopular kobra kid headcanons. yes, i ask about kobra and kobra only sorry asdfghjkl

what headcanons are popular??? i dont know ... but lets see

he and poison act more like twins than the stereotypical older vs younger brother thing....they get along really well and they have the EXACT same voice so good luck telling them apart over the phone or radio

hes really sweet but he has SUCH a short temper. while poison might get snippy or whatever he’ll just snap n start yelling

hes some freakish combo between jock and nerd. jerd? car boy (like horse girl).

i genuinely cant decide who the designated sort of, “medic” of the crew might be but im Thinking and im leaning towards mayyybeeee kobra???

kobra and poison have never actually for real fought a day in their life and if you headcanon that the fab4 hate each other or are unhealthy or whatever FUCK you. go watch s*pern*tural and get involved in shitty discourse over whos the worse brother

(obviously complex relationships are really cool and stuff it just personally REALLY really upsets me 2 see em like “yeah weve hated each other for 5 years i cant wait til my crewmate dies” lmao)

i am a really big fan of the hc that poison gave kobra his jacket...not sure how it will work in my main canon but in ghost au i jshiuhfjkfs *starts sobbing*

i dont recall if his bike is 16 or 27 but i might go w 16 because ive never seen her mentioned before <3

learned how 2 speak Very specific chinese phrases by watching crouching tiger hidden dragon on repeat two days straight; convinced he can learn to fly one day; poison doesnt have the heart to tell him No Thats Special Effects (to be fair tho it IS the desert stranger things have happened)

im a really big fan of soph neon-rat’s british kobra. its not my headcanon but its not popular so like. stan british kobra <3

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crazedlunatic · 5 years ago

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I love this verse. It's amazing. But there is something that I have noticed and maybe I am wrong. Zach!Kid is my favorite, but Zach!college seems a little distant or negligent with his brothers and sister. He doesn't seem to pay much attention to his younger brother and doesn't seem very close to Sophie either, and although he has been an unconditional support for Nick, I feel like they have distanced themselves from each other. Maybe it's just me, bc I've been re-reading your drabbles

Oh no, Zachy!!

I haven’t written (or in some cases posted) a whole lot of Zach post high school because my mind is so wrapped up in Nick and his issues--whoops. I may just be a sucker for angst.

As far as distancing, the twins do end up getting into a pretty big fight towards the end of high school-- Nick’s the perfect twin with the perfect life, Zach is always compared to him because of the ‘twin thing’ and how completely different they are personality wise--they are total opposites. And that fight runs a lot deeper because Nick is actually super insecure in himself since realizing he’s gay and Zach just needs to get away and find his own people and his own friends. They end up making up but I feel like, for a while (and into the first year of college), it is kind of hanging in the air between them. They love each other, their twins and will always have a bond, but they’re also very different and sometimes it can be a little tough to not have spats. Six months into Nick’s recovery it does get a lot better, though, and goes more back to normal.

Also, Zach is the one that Nick will ‘regularly’ talk to even if he (Nick) still doesn’t give any signs of what’s really going on at UCLA. Zach also tries to visit Nick a LOT when he first gets home both times (from LA and the treatment center) but Nick spends several months barely even speaking to Zach (though he does listen)-- even if Zach is sitting right by him and talking to him, Nick won’t even respond. Zach’s got a family and is excelling in school but Nick flew the nest and literally ended up face down with nothing to show for it except for thousands in hospital bills and without any of his friends because he pushed everyone away. Also the twins lives are so very different for a handful of years-- Zach literally has a kid on top of everything else and that does take up a lot of time. He’s ‘adulting.’ while Nick’s in recovery, basically always has somebody in a room with him, and can barely even go into the back yard by himself let alone somewhere outside the house to ‘get away.’

As for Soph and Kris, Zach does make it a point to come home and visit his parents and siblings on weekends, though. And honestly I think I just haven’t thought to write too much with him focusing around Kris and Sophie but now you’ve made me want to! I’ve never written it but I’ve always imagined Zach and Sophie texting a lot once he leaves for Cornell--especially when Nick first gets home and everything is so bad/hard just because in high school all three of the siblings were super duper close and, honestly, Sophie probably takes Nick being sick a lot harder than her dads even realize because they’re so focused on Nick. Zach ends up being her biggest support system during that time since Kurt and Blaine are so, so focused on Nick. (Sophie texts both twins a lot when they first leave-- Nick just doesn’t answer very much.)

And with Kris, I feel like Zach isn’t as close with Kris as Nick is because Nick will literally throw him around, pick on him, play with toys, and everything. Nick’s, like, his idol. Zach doesn’t get quite as physical with him but he’ll take Kris to museums, art classes, and stuff-- especially when Nick is just back and doing a lot worse (ie: is a lot angrier and louder.) Zach still loves his him and will also keep Kris some weekends when it’s particularly bad for Nick so that Kris can get away--they do a good job at keeping Kris from knowing what’s going on but obviously he and Kurt leave for six weeks, so he may be little but he knows something big and bad is happening.

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breitzbachbea · 1 year ago

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I wrote a Charco drabble that is very much actually about their families. Yeet.

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"What's it like to be an only child?" Marco asked one day. Lorenzo in the kitchen, Marco spread on the sofa, in between fabric samples. Charlie was toying with a model car that Marco had gifted him and helped him with. Classic case of the gifter had himself in mind as well.

Charlie smiled at him with a frown and then shrugged. "Better than having siblings, I suppose. I dinnae. I mean, I basically grew up around Harry and Soph, because their Ma, Freya, was my Ma's best friend. I got more gifts than others, bigger ones. Well, until my dad ... you know, didn't see eye to eye with my wishes anymore." He had picked up the car and looked through the windows with one eye shut, to figure if it was crooked. "But I don't really know. More freedom? You tell me what it was like with six - I mean seven - siblings and tight money. That's more like what Ma tells, she was the third of five."

"I dunno," Marco said. Leg over the backrest. Sinfully expensive velvet blue fabric draped over the leg that stuck in US Palermo shorts. Somehow pretty sexy. "You had a lot of freedom, because no one cares for you."

"Chiara tried!" Lorenzo shouted from the kitchen and Marco nodded.

"You never had a quiet moment," Marco said. "And yet you were ... alone. Our brothers and sisters tried, but ... what do you want with a 6 year old if you're 20. You're family, but we could see some didn't care for us. Or for mamma or papà, or anyone except that sibling or so. Like ... it's family. Everyone was trapped there."

Charlie wondered what it would take for his extended family to finally burn bridges with him and Gwen. Or why they didn't simply do it - No more outrage baiting. Straight up no more wedding visits or baptisms or anything. The Fitzpatrick Clan could do without Charlie and Gwendolyn Higgins.

One time he had heard his mother lose it at his father.

"Look, your family's talking, too," was all Connor had said. Charlie was hanging on the stairs, waiting to sneak out with friends.

Connor had made sure Charlie looked at least like a police officer's son. And Gwen had been somewhat thankful, because Connor's sighs had more love to them than her family's. Connor helped. Connor didn't want his wife to be judged either.

But now he had sided with her family and that was a step too far for Gwendolyn 'The black sheep' Fitzpatrick.

Charlie had fled the stairs when the yelling had turned into banging doors.

"Charlie?" Marco jolted him out of his thoughts and he cringed so hard he almost dropped the car.

"Yes?"

"You weren't listening, were you?"

"No, I'm sorry. I'm listening now."

"Nah, it's for the better." Charlie wondered how his boyfriend could look so enticing to him, just because of the stupid velvet on his leg. He'd look good in a kilt. Cheeky, but dignified. "I honestly think others have it worse. Families who cared and were cared for. Other people took pity on our sisters. On us, as we were younger, until we began to be too bratty. Too upset everyone thought twins were a package deal. But no one expected shit of us when we left at 12. Too many mouths to feed anyways." He scratched his head and looked away.

"Do you see them around sometimes?" Charlie asked. "Bagheria is just around the corner."

"Sure," Marco said. "I think. At least."

"Hard to tell," it came from the kitchen. "Sometimes you catch a name and the face fits, but ... they never recognize us."

"If they do, they look away as if they've seen a ghost. Never saw Chiara again, though."

"She's either dead or moved away," Lorenzo said. Monotone, but with a somewhat downcast tone. Like Marco.

Some family ties maybe weren't meant to be severed and one had gotten the scissors out anyways.

Marco bulked up the fabric and Charlie put the car down. He could flirt a bit before dinner.

#i tried to incorporate what Lyu said about sicilian families and reconcile it with my idea of the twins life #and it fit p well with Charlie and his family #beablabbers #storie nostre #the pen is mightier than the sword #charco #charlie #marco #lorenzo

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angelfiume · 6 years ago

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Mouth Like A Sailor Part 3

Last part for tonight. I will be back with more if yall like it!

The morning after our little night out, I wrote a note to Sophie and Jean and left as the were still sleeping. I woulda walked back home, but Soph's house was a while from my place. I took the trail into town and waited at the bus-station for the 7 AM. The city was real quiet at this time in the morning, either everyone was just now waking up, or had just gone to sleep. Nothing was even open yet, except for the 24/7 places at the plaza, but I wasn't in any rush to get a cup of old coffee that wasn't even hot. I saw the bus come rolling down the hill, the sun was starting to rise. I handed the driver 25 cents (you only had to pay from 10 PM till 8), and kept to myself the whole ride back to my neighborhood. It was Saturday so Darry and Soda were getting ready for work and the rest of their outfit was probably gonna get to the house soon. I accidently slammed the door on my way in- a habit Darry would probably be yelling at me for the rest of my life. Steve, Soda's best friend, was lying on the couch having an awful loud conversation with Soda, who was in the shower. We smiled at each other briefly and I went to my room at the back of the house. I used to be real close to the whole gang when we were all younger, but it started getting awkward when I turned twelve and my mom gave me this long talk about how a "young lady" shouldn't be out late with "young men" and she went off the one day she walked in my old room and saw Dally and I just hanging out all innocent like. After those lectures I started hanging out more just with girls and only really spent time with my brothers' friends when they were around. It wasn't too heartbroken about it as Dal was the one I spent the most time with and he liked me a whole lot more than I liked him. Even as a kid Dally was tough and harsh and his idea of a fun game was pulling my hair and taking play-fights way to serious. He's not too bad now, now he just teases me relentlessly about my voice and tries to tell me I'm flat chested and even my ass makes me look like a boy. Which is ridiculous because I know I'm a looker and so does the rest of Tulsa, he just thinks it's cute to hurt girls' feelings is all. I got out of yesterday's clothes and cleaned off my makeup from last night. Most of the things I owned used to be my mom's when she was in college, before she had four kids. The other twenty-five percent of what I owned were actually hand-me downs from my brothers, a whole lot of that being their shoes from junior high, shirts, and a pair of soda's old 501s. I got into my mom's old hip-huggers, a black blouse, and Pony's recently out-grown converse. On my way into the kitchen for a cup of coffee I bumped into Soda who whipped around to look at me with a nervous expression, my stomach dropped, I was either in trouble or something real bad had happened overnight, Soda was rarely ever bothered.

"What? Soda, Darry didn't check to see where I was last night, did he?" I asked shakily, Darry didn't just sound scary, but he was real smart, he knew what to take away from me that I would get upset about.

"No, no but he's gonna get suspicious, Marli, you smell like you drank all night!" He whispered back at me, "You better go brush your teeth and put some perfume on or something, hell just light a smoke."

"OK,OK, thanks Soda." I ran back to my room to grab a cancer stick, I hadn't even had much to drink last night, but Soda and Darry had this odd talent for smell, I remember last week I quickly got outta a fight with Darry with some bullshit lie when he smelled pot in my car I had smoked a month before. I walked out puffing on a cigarette, which of course Darry wasn't gonna be too happy about, but rather that than alcohol. I walked out to the porch to have it, luckily before Darry even turned around to see me walk out.

"Hey Marls, you look rough, man, what's the matter with you?" A deep voice laughed from the concrete steps, "Musta been one helluva night."

"Shut-up Dal! This door is most screen, you don't think Darry won't rip my head off if he suspects something?" I snapped in a hushed voice.

Dally raised his eyebrows and took my cigarette, taking a long drag before handing it back, "Be cool, man, he's not gonna know you went all the way to that bar just cause of some smart-ass comment I made."

"Yeah? Guess so. How the hell did you even know where I was last night? Doubt you have half the dough to leave this neighborhood anyhow."

"For some reason people around here seem to think you're a real cool broad, did ya know that?" Dallas chuckled, looking up at me from the ground, "Some socy girls were yappin at the drive-in about how that Sophie was goin' all the way to Oklahoma City to see some celebrity or something, and you weren't here last night, so where else would you be?"

"Hmm, well as long as that don't get within a miles radius of the Curtis Residence, I guess that's alright." I sighed and took one last drag before heading inside.

Darry was walking around looking as stressed-out as ever, with a piece of toast in his mouth, a cup of coffee in one hand and the other trying to tuck his shirt in. Luckily, he didn't even give me half a glance, so I was pretty much in the clear. Ponyboy was sitting on the couch next to Two-bit, looking surly as ever. He was a real smart kid, but a little on the awkward side. I could tell he wasn't too confident in his steps just yet, but I didn't judge him too hard on it, I'm still figuring my place out in the world. Darry could get pissy at him a lot, and Steve wasn't too keen on him either. I hate to think it's a girl thing, but I always held a special place in my heart for kids. He was my kid brother, so he annoyed the shit outta me, but he was alright. Soda came running through the living room, looking for his DX shirt, I just can't believe he refuses to set it out for himself the night before, as every damn morning he runs around like a scalded cat looking for the damn thing. He pushed me outta his way and started around the rest of our small house. I went in to get a coffee and saw that Dal had followed me into the kitchen. I turned around to look at him, immediately my stomach did a little flip. I had seen that look before at a lot of guys' faces and it never really made me feel all flattered at shit, just kinda uncomfortable. But for Dally I changed a little, he and I had been so close as kids and even after that he hung on to our friendship more than the rest of the gang. I didn't say anything, I just walked back to my room, what could I have said? I sure as hell wouldn't be caught trying to chat him up, I knew better than that. He wasn't necessarily a player, he's only had one girl at a time and always kept her close, but he was still a dick! He didn't have a lot of respect for girls, he always did for me and the other girls he knew, but I'd like to know the guy I date doesn't embarrass girls on the street just for kicks. Not even that, but my brothers would think I'm just the dumbest little thing to walk the earth if we ever did become anything. I remember last summer, I had a short-lived fling with this 22 year old in the Army on leave, and when I told Darry, he said "Marls, I don't wanna tell you how to live your life, but c'mon don't be just another greasy girl in our neighborhood who thinks she's hot shit for getting in with older men. You're just being trashy." Usually when my brothers say stuff like that to me I don't care, cause that's what siblings do, we are SUPPOSED to hate each other, but this time it was different. He wasn't calling me trashy as an annoying older brother, he really meant it. My brothers really care about me, Soda mostly just cause he cares about everybody. But Darry will always just judge me before he stands up for me, same with Ponyboy,he can sure say a lot of shit about Darry, but at the end of the day those two are a lot more similar than Soda and I, and we're twins. I'm probably overthinking it all anyways, maybe Dallas was just being an objective jerk, but that's not the first time, nor the mildest thing, that has happened between us.

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Just A Typical Morning

Sophie is just the typical 10-year-old girl. Except for her family life where she grows up in a foster home with a mom, a dad, 15 older siblings, six younger siblings, and several pets. Yup. Definitely typical.

Hi, whoever is reading this. My name is Sophie Hathaway and this is my life. I am 10 years old and just moved to a new school. I’m not like other kids my age. I mean I go to school, hang out with my friends after school, I draw for competitions, I like soccer and video games but I also like stuffed animals and musicals. So I would say that I’m mostly normal.

Sophie was looking in a mirror getting ready for school in her tiny closet bedroom. She was dressed in a white tank top, a red plaid flannel shirt, jean leggings, and black converse. She tied her long curly ebony hair in a ponytail before putting her signature dark blue messenger hat on and turned to her white Maine Coon cat. “Well, Lion? What do you think?” Lion responded by lazily sprawling out on one of her shirts. Sophie rolled her midnight blue eyes and said “Thanks for the input Lion. Seriously that helps so much.” The moment Lion started to chew on the shirt she yanked it out from under him. Lion started to meow loudly in annoyance. Sophie smirked and said, “Yeah love you too bud.” She ruffled his fur and left her room her door ajar so Lion could wander in and out.

The only way I’m not normal is family wise. I live in a foster home with several other kids. I’ve lived here since I was six years old and grew up in the younger half of the family. Lion came with me because he’s been my cat since I was five though he was my original mother’s cat. I kind of have learned to thrive in chaotic situations after living here for so long.

Sophie was looking for her backpack for school. She didn’t know why it wasn’t in her room with all her other things but she could chalk that up to it getting mixed up with some other moving boxes. She looked in the closest room to her own bedroom, being her brothers Timmy and Snap’s room, and saw a familiar bag strap sticking out from under the blue bed while Timmy’s Golden Retriever puppy, Sparky, was lying on the bed. She grabbed it and pulled it out from under the bed. “Timmy Turner! Can you please explain what MY backpack was doing under YOUR bed?!” Sophie yelled.

A brown haired, blue eyed, buck-toothed boy poked his head into the room. “I needed crayons for my comic book and you have the best crayons in the house,” Timmy explained like it was obvious.

This is Timothy Turner or “Timmy” for short. He’s older than me by a few months and has been here longer than any of us. See when he was two, our foster parents moved next door and noticed something not so good. His real parents were neglecting him and Timmy had a caretaker that was abusing him. So Cosmo and Wanda, who are our parents, did what was best and called social services on them. Cosmo and Wanda eventually adopted Timmy as their son and the rest is pretty much history. The weird thing about this story though is that we think Timmy may have had a twin sibling. Keyword: Think. There were two cribs in the house although since there wasn’t any record of Timmy’s birth and no other evidence that there was another baby in the house, it’s just theory for now. Sparky was Timmy’s tenth birthday present. Mom and Dad got him in March so he’s just a puppy.

Timmy acts like what you think a “typical” ten-year-old boy is. He likes gross things like dead frogs and literally has no idea how girls work to point I’m pretty sure he thinks females have a whole different language. He can be a selfish jerk sometimes but he can be a good brother too. We play video games together a lot and he once told I’m the sister he didn’t know he could wish for.

“Dude. Stop stealing my crayons!” Sophie said rolling her eyes.

“Then buy me some fancy ones like yours.”

“Right. Like I have my own money. We are literally both 10.” Sophie said deadpanned. Sophie was checking her box for missing crayons. Okay, everything seemed in order except. Hang on. Something was wrong with her blues. “Slate, Sky, Navy, Indigo, Cobalt, Teal, Ocean, Peacock, Azure, Cerulean, Lapis, Spruce, Stone, Aegean, Berry, Denim, Admiral, Sapphire, Arctic…. Hey. Where’s my blue crayon? I have all my other blues but not the normal blue one.” Sophie said looking up from her crayon box after counting them.

“Oh yeah! Nerd-tron borrowed it for his science junk notes,” Timmy said getting his own backpack for school.

“Ugh, you gotta be kidding me with this!” Sophie groaned as she stomped to the room next door and knocked.

“Jimmy! I need my crayon! You know I hate having an incomplete box!” Sophie waited for a few minutes before Jimmy opened the door and Jimmy’s mechanical dog Goddard suddenly ran by her legs.

“Oh hey, Sophie. What did you need again?” Jimmy asked.

“My blue crayon. You stole it from Tim who stole it from me.” Sophie explained.

“Oh, that was your crayon! No wonder it was such high quality!” Jimmy said.

“Yeah, so can I have it back?” Sophie asked.

“Of course! Let me get it for you.” Jimmy said as he started to search his desk area. Sophie followed him into his and ZIM’s shared room.

That’s James Neutron or “Jimmy” for short. He’s older than me by about a year and came here shortly after Timmy did. Nobody's quite sure what happened to his parents but Mom and Dad found him just wandering in traffic and took him to CPS. They did find some of his relatives on his father’s side but nobody took him because he’s apparently some sort of “bad omen” or something, so mom and dad took him in. It was then they were like “Well we already got the two kids, why not open up a foster home for more?” So he kinda started the whole Vanguard Home for Wayward Children in a way. He built Goddard when he was around six so it was a year before I got there.

Jimmy is super smart, probably the smartest of all of us entirely being skilled in several different fields of science already. Though this can be annoying when he acts like a know it all and won’t admit when he makes a clear mistake. He stays mostly serious and doesn’t really play too much with us. Mostly because of Timmy. Timmy annoys him. However, he acts like a leader to us and takes care of us so that’s pretty good.

“Ah! Here it is!” Jimmy said holding up the crayon.

“Thanks, Jim. You’re a peach!” Sophie said as she put it in her bag.

“No problem. See you downstairs.” Jimmy said as he grabbed his bag and headed out. Sophie also started to head out starting to recount her crayons until she bumped into a teenage boy with black hair and ice blue eyes.

“Ow sorry, Danny…” Sophie said grinning sheepishly. Danny rubbed his head as he stood up with his Bulldog, Cujo’s leash in hand.

“It’s cool Soph I was just gonna take Cujo out real quick. Hold on. You got a smudge on your face.” Danny said trying to wipe it off.

“Mom c’mon stop!” Sophie whined as she tried to squirm out his grasp.

Danny groaned and said “Sophie. If you just hold still this would be over in a second.”

A high-pitched male voice called to them interrupting the squabble. “Danny! Sophie! What type of eggs do you want for breakfast?”

“Scrambled, please! And can I have hot chocolate to drink SB?” Sophie asked politely as she rushed to the banister to get away from Danny, making him sigh shaking his head.

“Of course sweetheart! Danny! What about you?” SB called back from the kitchen.

“I’ll take sunny side up SB!” Danny said as he and Cujo walked down the stairs. Sophie watched SB’s elderly cat Gary go downstairs followed by Lion and Sparky.

Those were two of my older brothers Daniel Fenton/”Danny” for short and Spencer Bob Sawyer-Patterson or “SB” for short. They both came here not too long after Timmy and Jimmy.

Danny is 14 and a freshman in high school. His parents were great scientists but died tragically in a lab accident when he was around four-ish. While his sister’s Jazz and Dani went to an all girls home Danny was not allowed to follow them making him end up here. Soon after he got here Mom and Dad got him a bulldog named Cujo to help him cope.

Danny is a really kind older brother. He’s kind of one of our parents second in command. So much so we actually call him mom because he always scolding us for doing the stupid things we do and wiping crap from our faces like you just saw. Danny always groans when we call him that even though he tells groan-worthy puns in return. Though we all know he secretly likes us calling him that as a term of endearment.

SB is 20 and currently going to culinary school while he lives here at home with us. Like Jimmy, we don’t actually know what happened to his parents. Every time he’s asked about it SB just bawls his eyes out. So we just stopped asking. All we know about his parents is that they are the ones that took SB to get his cat Gary, who has lived so long none of us know how old he is. Not even SB who got him as a full grown cat. Timmy swears he’s immortal while I’m just hoping we don’t come home from school one day and find him under a sofa “sleeping”.

SB is super sweet to all of us though he can be a little clueless and super innocent at times. Though I think he knows that strangely enough. Mom and Dad let him cook the meals for all of us cause he’s just such a good cook. He even makes all our lunches for school which takes so long he actually gets up at 4:00 AM to take his time making them. He’s definitely more of an early bird than any of us.

“Danny! Hurry up! We gotta leave in 30 minutes!” a black haired and violet-eyed teenage goth girl called from downstairs. Danny got to the bottom of the stairs with Cujo in hand and Sophie followed close behind.

“I know Sam. I just gotta take Cujo out to pee.” Danny said as he kissed her cheek before going outside.

“Morning dad,” Sophie said as she passed Sam to get to the kitchen.

“Good morning to you too son,” Sam said as she bumped the back of Sophie’s head.

Sophie went into the kitchen where she saw her brother SB with his curly dyed bright yellow hair with his original ginger hair peeking out and bright blue-eyes putting food down in front of her other older brother with dyed pink hair and dark brown eyes named Patrick. Jimmy and Timmy were already in the kitchen racing each other in an egg eating race. “Morning SB. Morning Pat-Pat.” Sophie said as she kissed both of their cheeks.

“Morning Soph-a-Loaf! Your breakfast is almost ready!” SB said cheerfully as he put down a fruit salad down for Sam who just walked in with her spider-shaped bag.

“Thanks, SB,” Sophie said sitting down next to Patrick who was scarfing down his food loudly which went along so nicely with Timmy and Jimmy’s muffled yelling. Sophie giggled as Sam pinched the bridge of her nose.

SB put a hand on her shoulder and asked “Tea?” Sam nodded quickly as SB poured her a cup of earl gray tea.

That is my sister Samantha Manson or “Sam” for short and my brother Patrick Star. They both came here about a few months after Danny and SB. Both have connections to Danny and SB too. Sam has been Danny’s best friend since kindergarten and now she is his girlfriend. Patrick has also been SB’s best friend since kindergarten.

Sam is the same age and grade as Danny. Her parents tried to force her into a life of fame and fortune that she frankly never wanted. So much so she ran away from her parents and ended up here. She and Danny just kind of clicked and got together by the end of middle school. Mom and Dad were pretty accepting of this. They just ask Danny and Sam make sure if and when they do something they are either out of the house, the entire family but them is out of the house, or lock the door which I’m still not sure what they mean by that. Do they mean kiss? Cause they’ve kissed in front of us before. Like more than once.

While we call Danny “Mom” we call Sam “Dad” a lot as an inside joke between all us. If Danny mothers us by taking care of our injuries and wiping stuff off our faces then Sam fathers us by punishing us when we do something wrong. Like when one of my older brothers, Manny, “wandered” into a Victoria Secret to see girls. Even Danny knew that he was a dead man when Sam went to fish him out. I do still look up to her as one of my female role models. I mean she so strong-willed and passionate that I kinda wanna be like her when I’m older.

Patrick is 22 and currently going through community college though he’s not that great at it. Not that he’s stupid, he’s just a little slow. His parents have been out of the picture for a while so his older sister was taking care of him. A few years later he said his sister got “lost in the tide”. Whatever that means. He also has a pet a rock named Rocky that he randomly just found in the park one day and took it home with him.

Patrick’s such a sweetheart and really tries hard for us despite his faults like him being slow and kinda lazy too. Seriously he like sleeps a lot. I think I tend to pick up habits from my siblings cause I swear I have fallen asleep in some weird places just like him. Mom and Dad depend on him to feed the pets while SB feeds us.

Patrick got up and started putting down the food bowls for the pets after scarfing down his breakfast. He put down a bowl of nuts and bolts for Goddard, three bowls of big dog for Sparky, Boodles, and Perrito, a bowl of medium dog food for Cujo, two bowls of cat food for Gary and Lion, he put some sprinkles on Rocky, put out a muffin for Minimoose, and he put out a bowl of clams for Grudge. Goddard, Sparky, Gary, and Lion were already eating. Danny came in with Cujo and Cujo made a dash for his bowl as SB put down Danny’s and Sophie’s eggs. As SB poured Sophie’s hot chocolate into a mug, a tan boy with messy brown hair and green eyes rubbing his eyes sleepily came into the kitchen.

“Morning Tak!” Sophie said chipperly.

“Subah mere pyaare parivaar.” (Translation: ‘Morning my lovely family.’ {Hindi}) Tak said obviously not being too terribly awake as he made his way to the toaster. He spent a minute staring at it before he started to hit it. “Why. Won’t. This. Cursed. Machine. Work!”

Danny promptly went and stopped Tak from hitting it. “Tak. Leave the toaster alone. If you want toast so much then just sit next to Sophie and I’ll make it for you but Tak... the toaster isn’t even on.” Danny calmly explained.

“Oh…” Tak mumbled blushing as he sat next to Sophie. Sophie giggled and kissed his cheek.

That’s my brother Tak Pupanunu. He’s 13 and came here about a year after Danny, SB, Sam, and Patrick. He was the first one of us to come from a different country which he was raised in India. As far as we know his parents gave him up at one of the shrines and was adopted by his Uncle Jibolba and his adopted older brother Lok. However, Jibolba started to get sick and had to stay in the hospital most of the time. They moved to America so Jibolba could get better care. With Lok already being of age and Tak wasn’t it was inevitable he would be put into foster care. Tak is still allowed to visit Jibolba and Lok so it’s all good.

Tak’s gotten a good grasp on English though he still isn’t used to the technology. He’s a lot more mature than people give him credit for though he has been dragged into the childish side of the family by me, Timmy, and Snap before too. I was really scared when I first got here but Tak really helped me and actually treated me like a person unlike most of the legal people I had to go through to get here.

Now, this is where stuff gets kind of complicated so listen up. There was a very short pause between when Tak came and when the next kid came. Like maybe a month or so. Then Mom and Dad got five kids in a month. Like no joke. The first week were my brothers ZIM and GIR, the second week was my brother Manny, the third week was my sister Jenny, and the fourth week was my brother Blik. All of that in a row. It’s kind of insane how it happened.

“Good Morning my HORRIBLE family!” said a boy with light green skin, lavender eyes, and black hair strolled into the kitchen.

Sam rolled her eyes as she handed Tak his toast. “Morning ZIM. Did you take your meds this morning?” ZIM paused before shaking his head no.

“Zion Issac Martinez! You are supposed to take those every day.” Danny scolded.

ZIM looked down kicking the floor and mumbled out an apology. Danny sighed as he got him the right amount of pills and a cup of juice. ZIM took them without any protest.

Sophie then realized something. “Hey ZIM? Where’s GIR?”

ZIM looked at Sophie and said, “Well I did think he was following me down the stairs.” Suddenly everyone heard a loud squeaking noise. Sophie suddenly went to the stairs and caught a little five-year-old with bright blue eyes and long curly black hair.

“Hi, mama!” GIR chipperly said. Sophie sighed as a plush moose started floating around her.

“Thanks, Minimoose. Your muffin is on the counter.” Minimoose squee-ed happily as he flew into the kitchen. Sophie carried GIR into the kitchen with her.

“ZIM! You need to watch your baby brother better!” Sophie said as he put GIR in one of three booster seats and getting a bowl of Cheerios for him to eat.

“Not my fault he can’t walk downstairs.” ZIM shot back as Minimoose somehow ate that muffin in one swift motion.

Those are my brothers Zion Issac Martinez or “ZIM” for short, Greggory Ian Ramirez/“GIR” for short, and their robot Minimoose. ZIM is 12 while GIR is only five. GIR actually came here when he was pretty much a newborn. Oh, where to begin with these two. See ZIM was born to his mom as a really sick baby and he still is kind of sick but it’s better than when he was a toddler. I think it’s a sickness that affects his stomach and his liver so he can’t eat right and makes his skin this sickish greenish hue I call ‘I’m about to puke.’ green.

Anyway, their mom died shortly after GIR was born and with no father in the picture ZIM & GIR’s cousins took custody of them. They were abusive towards ZIM and didn’t take care for GIR. Eventually they just kinda got bored of toying with ZIM and listening to GIR’s cries that they just dropped them off here and didn’t look back. ZIM soon built Minimoose to care for both of them with daily reminders for ZIM to take his meds and keeping an eye on GIR.

ZIM is a bit… much? Oh, how do I even describe him? He’s brash, overconfident, and arrogant literally thinking he’s better than every one of us and better than anyone that he’ll ever meet. I have a theory that it’s because of him being bullied for being this sickly that he just ended up like this. He’s also really smart like Jimmy he just can’t really focus on a project for too long. I think mom once said after bringing him home from his doctor that he has ADHD or something like that. ZIM is a good guy. Really he is. It's just really, really, REALLY hard to find the good in him. He does have his moments though. As for GIR well… I can literally describe him using two words. Sunshine and Sugar. Make of that what you will.

“We should probably teach GIR how to properly walk downstairs at some point,” Jimmy pointed out.

“We could probably cut his hair and he would be fine.” Timmy also pointed out as Sophie got out a brush and gasped.

“Absolutely not! His hair is a gift to society and should never be cut!” She started to brush GIR’s hair and tie it back into pigtails as GIR happily ate his Cheerios.

“So are you gonna brush his hair every single day?” Tak asked teasingly.

“I will if it means preserving his beauty!” Sophie said confidently.

“What are we talking about?” a boy with tan skin, chocolate brown eyes with a scar over one of them, and curly chocolate black hair walked in with his bag.

SB handed him a plate with a sausage smothered in hot sauce. “Soph-a-Loaf got offended by the idea of cutting GIR-Bear’s hair.”

“I don’t see what the big deal is? It’s just a haircut to make him look shiny and clean!” Patrick said clapping.

“Of course it’s a big deal! How else is GIR gonna get all the ladies in his kindergarten class? He’s stinking handsome with his hair.” The boy said ruffling up GIR’s hair as GIR giggled and the boy took a bite of his sausage.

“Thank you, Manny for seeing my point,” Sophie said.

“Anytime Mi Amor,” Manny said winking at Sophie. Sophie groaned and rolled her eyes.

That’s my brother Manuel Pablo Gutierrez O’Brian Equihua Rivera or “Manny” for short. He’s 13 years old and actually is the second one of us to come from a different country. That being Mexico. His parents got divorced when he was really little and lived with his father and grandfather. However, it was deemed an unsafe living environment for Manny to live in so he was sent here. Both his parents and grandfather do still have visiting rights so that’s good at least.

Like Tak, he adapted to speaking English pretty fast and unfortunately has developed quite a habit of flirting like I mentioned with the whole Victoria Secret incident. Also, he just likes rebelling against authority just for the fun of it. Don’t get me wrong he’s just as protective as all my other brothers but he can be a bit obnoxious sometimes.

“What? Can’t handle my charm huh?” Manny said wiggling his eyebrows.

“Yeah, something like that…” Sophie mumbled.

Manny narrowed his eyes and squeezed her sides as he said “¡Ataque sorpresa!” (Translation: ‘Surprise Attack!’ {Spanish})

Sophie let out an inhuman noise and bumped her knee on the table. “You little ffff,” Sophie growled blushing.

“Sophia. Language. Little ears are listening.” Danny said pointing to GIR.

“...fluffer.” Sophie finished with a bite in her voice. Manny laughed along with Timmy and ZIM as he high-fived them. “Why do I suffer this type of abuse in this household?” Sophie grumbled.

“Boys leave your sister alone. Just cause she’s younger than you doesn’t give you the right to pick on her just at random. At least be consistent if you are gonna tease her,” a teenage girl with red hair, blue eyes, and a robotic brace on her right arm and leg scolded as she walked into the kitchen. The boys rolled their eyes and each mumbled out an apology.

Sophie smiled and said “Thanks, Jenny.”

“Anytime Soph. Say, Jim? Can you loosen up the brace on my arm? I think it’s too stiff and I can’t really move it around that well.” Jenny explained.

“Sure thing Jen!” Jimmy said getting out a screwdriver from his backpack.

“You keep a screwdriver in your bag?” Sam asked raising an eyebrow. Jimmy just shrugged and got to work.

That’s my one of my other older sisters Jennifer Wakeman or “Jenny” for short. She’s 16 and is the oldest of us girls besides Mom. Jenny and her mom got into a really bad car crash that left Jenny’s mom paralyzed from the waist down and in a wheelchair. Jenny wasn’t hurt nearly as bad but it left her right arm and leg paralyzed and unusable without special braces. Jenny can still visit her mom who now lives in an assisted living facility. She lived in all girls home before being transferred here.

Despite the trauma she’s been through, Jenny is a super sweet and upbeat person if not a little naive at times too. She’s usually the one who takes all of us shopping for clothes whenever we need it. She’s super into fashion and literally spends hours on the computer researching the latest trends so she can be a designer when she’s an adult.

“Finished!” Jimmy said as he pulled the screwdriver away and put it back in his bag. Jenny flexed her arm and sighed happily grabbing a granola bar to eat.

“Much better. Thanks, Jimmy!”

“No problem Jen.”

“By the way after school, we need to go to the mall for some new summer clothes,” Jenny stated munching on the granola bar.

“And who’s exactly paying for this?” a man with brown skin, black hair tied back in a man bun, and goldish eyes asked as he walked into the kitchen with a newspaper under his arm.

“Good Morning Blik!” Jenny said cheerily as she hugged his arm. “I was kinda hoping you would?” Jenny asked batting her eyes at him. Blik side eyed Jenny and it was then decided by Sophie that her sister needed help.

Sophie tugged at Blik’s pants and said in a cutesy voice “Pwease Bliky? We are growing children. We need new clothes.”

Blik blushed at the nickname, sighed, and picked Sophie up placing her on his hip. “Alright fine. I will pay for the clothes.”

That is our oldest brother Blik Cramdilly. He’s 25 and just finished college this year but moved back to help Mom and Dad take care of us all. His father ditched him and his mom after he and his brothers were born. Unfortunately, their mother passed away when they were kids and their grandmother passed away when they were teenagers. This led to them being unable to inherit their massive fortune and while his brothers, Waffle and Gordon, had family members to take care of them due to both their father's side of the family, Blik did not. This is how he ended up in foster care. Six months later he did inherit his fortune along with his two brothers before they went off to college. However, Blik remained loyal to our strange family and would come back to visit us until he graduated. He then came back home to help raise us and help with the finances.

Blik can be a real grump sometimes. And loud. Very loud too. He likes buying things for himself so he can seem very powerful to those who try to cross our family. Even though he acts like it’s the worst thing in the world I think that he secretly likes buying us things. I don’t know, he just seems like he’s in good mood after seeing me with the tablet he bought me for drawing or when SB thanks him for the new set of pots and pans Blik got for him. He also is the one who keeps track of our doctor visits and allergies surprisingly enough. I think that shows he’s at least somewhat concerned for our wellbeings.

“Ugh, do we have to go clothes shopping AGAIN? We already have okay clothes.” Tak complained.

Jenny sighed and booped Tak’s nose. “Someday dear brother you will understand the importance of fashion.”

Blik put Sophie down and said, “Alright does everyone have their backpacks?” He was met with a chorus of Yes’s, Yeah’s, Yup’s, and Duh’s.

“Alright then. SB give everyone their lunches.”

“Okey Dokey!” SB said cheerfully as he handed everyone a personalized lunch box.

The lunch boxes were hanging up on a rack in the kitchen. Each lunch box was a different color to tell who’s was who’s. Blue for Jimmy, Pink for Timmy, Green for Danny, Violet for Sam, Yellow for SB, Lime for Patrick, Orange for Tak, Magenta for ZIM, Teal for GIR, Brown for Manny, Bright Blue for Jenny, and Light Pink for Sophie.

“By the way, your sushi is in the fridge whenever you eat your lunch today,” SB said looking back at Blik who was getting coffee.

“Thanks, SB.” Blik said taking a long sip of that coffee from a ‘Nope.’ mug.

A frazzled looking woman with pink curly hair and wearing a yellow blouse came into the kitchen. “Okay! It is almost time for school! Is everyone in the kitchen? Let me get a headcount,” she said as she started silently started to count.

That’s our mom Wanda Cosma. Her dad runs a successful garbage company and she’s the heiress so we get funds from her dad. It’s pretty cool. She may run the company if she ever gets sick of being a stay at home mom which I don’t think is happening anytime soon.

She’s pretty much our responsible parent. You know the usual stuff. Stopping us from doing stupid things and making sure we don’t go to the hospital more than once a month each. That kind of stuff. She tends to play bad cop in actually disciplining us instead of letting us run wild and free. She’s actually really great at balancing all of us and making sure we get the attention we deserve and/or crave.

“Wait there is only 13 of you and Poof is upstairs with your father so which nine are we missing?” Wanda asked.

Blik looked at what lunch boxes are left. “Indigo, Aqua, Fuschia, Bubblegum Pink, Red, Gray, Bright Green, Powder Blue, and Moss Green.”

Wanda was trying to connect the colors to the kids as Sophie spoke up. “Snap isn’t down here.”

“And Boodles didn’t come in for breakfast…. so Bunsen isn’t up yet either.” Jimmy deduced.

“Neither did Perrito so Dora isn’t up,” Jenny added.

“Meaning Marinette and Tikki aren’t up either,” Sam concluded.

“Now that you mention it… I don’t remember seeing Adrien or Plagg get up either.” Danny said.

“Well, I know Vendetta and Charlotte are up,” Manny said shrugging.

“Where are they then?” Wanda asked with her hands on her hips.

“In the backyard with Grudge doing… something? I don’t know. Vendetta is a weird kid.” Manny said throwing his arms up like ‘what do you want me to do about it?’

Wanda sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose as she walked out of the kitchen and into the foyer. “Snap White! Bunsen Knai’livac! Dora Marquez! Marinette Dupain-Cheng! Tikki Dupain-Cheng! Adrien Agreste! Plagg Agreste! Charlotte Winfrey! Vendetta Mortcheva! It is time for school! Come to the kitchen!” Wanda waited for a moment before she heard feet running from the downstairs bathroom and down the stairs.

From the downstairs bathroom was a pale teenage girl with blueish-black short pigtails blue eyes, and freckles carrying a five-year-old girl with fair skin, short dark red hair, and matching blue eyes. The two coming down the stairs was a very lightly tanned teenage boy with blond hair and green eyes carrying a five-year-old boy with dark brown skin, messy black hair, and matching green eyes.

The two teens nearly crashed into each other as they both said with a slight French accent: “Sorry mom!”

Wanda shook her head. “What were you doing that took you so long? Marinette? Adrien?”

“Tikki’s hair was a real mess so I’ve been messing with it so it stays flat for the day,” Marinette said as she let Tikki down to get a poptart from SB. Wanda nodded to Marinette before looking at Adrien and Plagg for their excuse.

“Plagg was being a butt and whining about going to school so he was not being cooperative this morning,” Adrien said bluntly.

“SCHOOL IS BORING!” Plagg yelled from Adrien’s arms.

“Plagg sweetie. If GIR and Tikki have to go to kindergarten then so do you. As much as you want it to be so, Adrien can’t carry everywhere.” Wanda explained calmly.

Plagg pouted and said “Fine but there better be Camembert in my lunch.”

Wanda nodded and looked at SB who was giving the Bubblegum Pink and Red lunch boxes to Marinette and Tikki. “Oh right!” SB said as he grabbed the Gray and Bright Green lunch boxes and walking over to Adrien and Plagg. He handed Adrien the Gray lunch box before kneeling down to Plagg’s height giving him the Bright Green lunch box.

“And I put extra Camembert so you can be an extra good boy today!” SB smiled.

Plagg grinned hopping up and down. “Cool! Thanks, SB!”

If you couldn’t tell the girls are Marinette Dupain-Cheng and her little sister Tikki while the boys are Adrien Agreste and his little brother Plagg. Adrien is 15, Marinette is 14, and Tikki and Plagg are both five years old just like GIR. All four of them are originally from France actually and came around the same time about a few months before Poof was born so it was a little stressful for mom but dad handled it really well. Marinette and Adrien are also dating too and follow the same rules as Danny and Sam.

Marinette and Tikki’s parents tragically died in a car crash on a really rainy night while Marinette was babysitting Tikki. Her parents always dreamed of moving to America with their daughters to start a franchise of bakeries so that’s what Marinette told her grandmother, who really was too busy traveling to take care of her granddaughters. So she came over to America with them and dropped them both off here and they stayed here ever since.

Adrien and Plagg’s story is a bit more troubling. See shortly after Plagg was born Adrien’s mother went missing and Adrien’s father became more and more closed off towards his sons. His father wanted the Agreste name to be absolutely perfect with no smudges what so ever. So he forced Adrien to be a model and controlled what Adrien did, where he would go, who he would talk to, and even what he ate. Plagg though wasn’t as treated as “nice” as Adrien was. Their father didn’t see Plagg as his son due to his skin color and locked him away in a back bedroom. Adrien was the only one allowed to care for him and this caused Plagg to become inseparable with Adrien. After Adrien’s bold move of divorcing his father, he and Plagg were moved to be closer to their mother’s friends, the Bourgeois’, who lived in America leading them to come here.

Marinette is a lot like Jenny actually. She’s sweet, outgoing, and very into fashion. She’ll be the one most likely to help Jenny shop for clothes for us. This is because the boys don’t care except for Adrien, all Sam knows is Hot Topic, I get distracted by the simplest things, Dora is still new to this “teenage girl” thing, and Tikki, Vendetta, and Charlotte are way too young to understand. Though her differences from Jenny, Marinette is a bit more awkward in social situations and way clumsier than any of us. She has her moments of confidence though. Especially when she’s sticking up for Tikki or any of us for that matter.

Tikki is the polar opposite of both GIR and Plagg oddly enough. For a five-year-old, she is incredibly calm and quiet. Like to strange level. Of course, she’s extremely kind and loving towards us. Sometimes though she just quietly follows us around. She does this for cookies. We give her a cookie and she goes away to follow someone else. We know we shouldn’t be feeding her habit but that’s literally all we can do. She won’t accept anything else. The only one that doesn’t seem to mind is Marinette because she’s used to this. Tikki is a really sweet girl though.

Adrien is definitely a people person during parties but he’s actually much of an introvert due to his father’s “brainwashing”. We’ve been helping him get more freedom though. This has turned him into a more fun loving person. Oh sure he’s still kinda serious but he’s getting better. Unfortunately, Danny has gotten him into saying puns and it’s gotten kind of annoying. Still, Adrien is an extremely kind person despite what his father has done to him over the years and is being a big help to us with the smaller kids.

Plagg apparently used to be a very silent and obedient child under his father’s rule according to Adrien. Yeah... I don’t buy it for a second. To me at his best Plagg is carefree and sarcastic, at his worst he’s a lazy and sour little kid. He has become Timmy, Manny, and Snap’s protege when it comes to pranks. It sucks but it makes him happy so why not? Plagg is also an extremely picky eater. He will not eat anything unless we give him Camembert cheese with it. It’s kinda weird.

“By the way Mari? Tikki? Where’s Dora? Don’t tell me she’s still asleep.” Wanda said.

“Oh no. Perrito was whining earlier this morning so Dora took him out earlier than she usually does.” Marinette said as she bit into a banana.

Adrien came and wrapped an arm around Mari. “I think it was like six o’clock when she left cause I was in the bathroom with Plagg.”

“Well do you know when she’ll be back?” Wanda asked. Marinette tried to remember as Tikki tugged on her foster mother’s pant leg. “Yes, Tikki? What is it?”

Tikki starred at Wanda chewing on her poptart until she finally said: “Dora said she would be back before school.” Just as Tikki said that in walked a 12-year-old girl with tanned skin, long chocolate brown hair, and brown eyes holding a leash with a chocolate lab at the end of it.

“Lo Siento mama. Perrito really had to go to the bathroom,” (Translation: ‘Sorry mom.’ {Spanish}) the girl said.

Wanda sighed and said “It’s alright Dora. Just remember to take your phone with you next time you go out with Perrito. Okay?”

“Si, mama.” (Translation: ‘Yes, mom.’) Dora said letting Perrito off the leash to get his food. “By the way Patrick, could I have one of those little cookies for Perrito? He had a hard time going outside.” Dora asked. Patrick nodded as he got a special biscuit for Perrito and put it in Perrito’s food.

“Dora! Here’s your lunch box.” SB said handing the Fuschia lunch box to her.

Dora grinned and said “Gracias SB!” (Translation: ‘Thanks, SB!’)

That’s Dora Marquez. She’s 12 years old and roughly came here about a few months after I did. Like Manny, she came here from Mexico and moved to the states when she was around eight years old with her parents, her little brother and sister, her grandmother, and Perrito. When she turned nine her parents had to go back on an expedition of the rainforest to help some injured animals so while her grandmother and siblings stayed in the city, Dora and Perrito moved in with us.

Dora is a super kind person. Like to the point that it’s almost sickly sweet and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her get angry at like anything. She is kind of a tomboy like me so I look up to her a lot and like to go on adventures with her. Though lately she’s been getting more and more girly. I mean I don’t mind it so much it’s just that I either have to go with my sisters who are girlier than I am or with the boys who can be very, very annoying. Otherwise, though Dora is probably the nicest sister I could ask for.

“Dora? Did you see Bunsen or Snap get up for school?” Blik asked as Dora turned to him.

“Well I did see Bunsen’s door closed but I’m not sure about Snap,” Dora said shaking her head.

“Oh. Snap is still asleep. At least he was when I left our room.” Timmy said casually.

Wanda and Blik both facepalmed. “Sport, if he was still asleep why didn’t you wake him up?” Wanda asked.

“I dunno. I’m not his keeper!” Timmy argued.

Blik mumbled an ‘Oh my god.’ as Wanda asked: “Can one of you please go and remind your brothers that you can’t sleep in on a school day?”

“I’ll do it!” Sophie said raising her hand and then running upstairs.

“Thank you, sweetie!” Wanda called after her.

I guess it’s my turn to tell you about me huh? Like I said at the beginning my name is Sophie Hathaway and I’m 10 years old. I used to live in Hawaii with my biological family and we were all pretty happy. That was until my mother died when I was three then our family just started to drift apart. By the time I was six years old everyone was kinda placed where they needed to be and while I was supposed to go with my uncle, he was traveling too much to take care of me. So that’s how I ended up here a few years after Blik came but before Dora, Marinette, Tikki, Adrien, and Plagg. I still see some of my older siblings often enough and my dad comes to visit us once a month with my siblings Skylar, Silas, Liv, Nate, and Stef so it’s okay I guess.

I was really scared of everyone when I first got here though. The smells and sounds were all different and while I was used to having a big family these people were basically strangers to me. Also, I spoke Hawaiian primarily in my old house and now I am forced into English daily now which six-year-old me did not approve of at all. However, they were understanding knowing I needed time and over that time I learned to trust them which was very hard for me to do. Now I couldn’t imagine my life without them.

Sophie finally made it upstairs and was pulled from her thoughts when she heard the bathroom faucet running.

“Maybe Snap or Bunsen is already up?” Sophie thought as she knocked on the bathroom door. “Hey, is someone in here?” A few seconds later a man with neatly combed green hair holding a little baby boy with a tuft of curly purple hair and purple pajamas came out of the bathroom. “Morning Dad! Morning Poof!” Sophie cooed at her little brother.

“Morning Muncha-Bunch,” Cosmo said kissing the top of her head.

That’s our dad Cosmo Cosma. He eloped with our mom! His mom never did forgive him for that but it’s fine. She stopped being mad at our mom when we came into the picture. She’s like the super cool grandma that brings us gifts like all the time.

Cosmo is our fun parent that likes to take us on trips and out to eat a lot. Though Wanda seems to rain him in when he goes too far because he can be a little careless at times but he definitely loves us. Like I said he’s the good cop to Wanda’s bad cop. He usually sneaks us dessert when Wanda scolds us too hard.

And that little baby he’s holding is our baby brother Poof. Poof is Mom and Dad’s only biological kid but despite that, they still love us equal. Poof is only like a year old so he’s the youngest of all of us

He is literally the sweetest thing. We all take turns looking after him. Except for Vendetta, Charlotte, GIR, Tikki, and Plagg. Four out the five of them should never be trusted with babies. I mean Tikki is arguably okay but everyone else is a disaster waiting to happen so just trust me on this. Don’t.

“So what are you doing upstairs? I thought you guys were ready for school?” Cosmo asked bouncing a gurgling Poof.

“Well most of us are but Snap, Bunsen, Charlotte, and Vendetta aren’t. They didn’t come downstairs.” Sophie explained.

“Well, I saw Snap was still in bed with his door open and your sisters are outside but not sure about Bunsen,” Cosmo said tapping his chin.

“Thanks, Dad! I’m gonna go figure this out.” Sophie said.

“Okay. Get your brothers up though. We are on the clock!” Cosmo said patting her head before heading downstairs with Poof gurgling.

“I will!” Sophie called back.

She made her way to Timmy and Snap’s room to see her light blond brother hugging his pillow dreaming. Sophie sat down on his bed and started to gently shake his shoulder. “Snap. C’mon you gotta get up. We gotta go to school.”

Snap groaned and gripped his pillow tighter. “Mmmm five more minutes Buckette…” He said in his thick Bronx accent.

“No, you need to get up like right now,” Sophie said sensing the urgency of the situation. “We leave in literally 15 minutes.” Snap snored loudly to indicate the conversation was over. Sophie narrowed her eyes and said, “You leave me no choice dear brother.” Sophie pulled back her covers, slipped her hands under Snap’s light blue t-shirt, and tasered his sides.

Snap flipped the heck out and made a girlish squeal before falling out of bed. “What the heck Buckette?!” Snap yelled his bright blue eyes glaring at her.

“Told you I was left no other choice.” Sophie shrugged sticking out her tongue.

That’s one of my younger older brothers, Snap White. He’s 10 like me and Timmy though he’s a few months older than Timmy. He came here about six months after Poof was born. He originally came from a foster home in Greenland before moving to the states. Specifically the Bronx part of New York City which is where he gained his accent. So his speaking is a mix of West Greenlandic and English. He didn’t really enjoy being moved again so he acted out a lot which concerned my parents. He got super mad at a teacher for telling him his superhero clothes were ridiculous and put glue on their chair which Mom and Dad were not happy about. Then one day he saw me drawing and asked me if I was an artist. I said yes and suddenly he’s super cuddled up to me. Cut to a day later and we are basically best friends. He tells me that his cape is actually his old baby blanket and it’s the only thing that makes him feel secure. I told Mom and Dad and they took care of it. Since then Snap has been one of my closest brothers.

Snap can be really stubborn about things he thinks he’s entitled to like you just saw with the sleep problem. He’s always looking for ways to get out of boring things like adult parties or school and tries dragging us along with him. He is super clingy though like in a physical sense. He’ll cling to your arm, random hugs, hold your hand, etc. I think he may have abandonment issues but I don’t really wanna say anything to him since he’s just gonna deny them to be a “real man”.

“Þú ert að borga fyrir þetta.” (Translation: ‘You are going to pay for this.’ {West Greenlandic}) Snap glared as he put on his mask and cape.

Sophie laughed and shot back in Hawaiian, “Inā 'oe makemake i wale loaʻa i loko o ka wahi mua au makemake ole i kūpono ai i loko o ka hoʻokolokoloʻiaʻana” (Translation: ‘If you would have just gotten up in the first place I wouldn’t have resulted in the torture.’)

“I’m just saying when you walk through that door this afternoon you are dead,” Snap said as he put on his gloves and boots before walking out the door. Sophie just responded by blowing a raspberry at him. Now she was going towards Bunsen’s room.

Sophie noticed the door was closed so she knocked on it. “Bunsen? You up? We gotta get to school.” After waiting for a minute Sophie quietly opened the door to see Bunsen’s St. Bernard puppy, Boodles, sitting at the door waiting to be let out for breakfast. “Okay, Boodles go get breakfast,” Sophie said pointing downstairs. Boodles barked and ran downstairs. Sophie quietly went into Bunsen’s room and shook his shoulder while he slept. “Bunsen we gotta go to school. Wake up.” Bunsen slowly woke up and grabbed his glasses rubbing his eyes.

“Sophie? What’s wrong? Why are you rushing me?”

“We need to go to school in like 15 minutes,” Sophie stated.

“WHAT?!” Bunsen screamed as he rushed out of bed and to put his school clothes on.

That’s one of the newest members of this family Bunsen Knai’livac. He’s 12 years old and originally came from Taiwan because his parents thought more opportunities would arise here. He’s still getting used to being with us and speaking English mostly instead of Chinese. He got here about two months ago but he’s made progress at least. The first thing he connected with was Boodles in a pet store so naturally, Mom and Dad got Boodles to give him some stability. He still does have panic attacks about breaking the rules cause he grew up in such a strict household. We’ve been getting really good at calming him down and he’s even joined theater at school!

People who don’t really know Bunsen would describe him very loud and excitable which I mean is true to a certain degree. However, to us, we know him better than some strangers. He has the anxiety of letting his parents down constantly on his shoulders that he wouldn’t be a real functioning member of society. He can be a total theater nerd sometimes but for the most part, he’s pretty quiet and nice with the occasional bits of snark here and there.

“Ó, wǒ de shàngdì. Wǒmen yào chídàole wǒmen de lǎoshī huì shēngqì, māmā hé bàba huì shēngqì. Nàme tāmen bù zài xūyào wǒle!” (Translation: Oh my god. We are going to be late! Our teachers are going to be mad and Mom and Dad are going to be mad. Then they won't want me anymore! {Chinese}) Bunsen ranted off quickly as he got dressed.

Sophie sighed and put her hands on his shoulders to calm him down. “Bunsen it’s okay. You made a mistake. Nobody is gonna send you away for that Bunsie Boo.” Sophie kissed his nose to drive her point home.

Bunsen smiled a little and kissed her forehead. “Thanks, Soph.”

“You’re welcome. Now finish getting ready and get downstairs.” Sophie said going out of the room.

Sophie made her way downstairs with Snap close behind. She didn’t think much of it until Snap’s hands found his way to her sides and Sophie squealed and started laughing. “Snap! What are you doing?!”

“Hefnd er mín!” (Translation: Vengeance is mine! {West Greenlandic}) Snap shouted. Bunsen passed them giving his siblings a weird look as Snap tickled their sister and Sophie laughed like a doofus and clung to the stair railing.

“Jenny! Snap is trying to kill Sophie again!” Bunsen yelled as he entered the kitchen.

Jenny poked her head out and glared at Snap. “Snap! Leave your sister alone! Look at her! She’s dying!”

Snap groaned and rolled his eyes complying with his older sister’s request. “Fine!”

Snap continued to walk down the stairs smirking as Sophie panted and clung to the railing. “Oh thank the gods he stopped.”

Suddenly a knock came from the front door. “I’ll get it!~” SB called as he opened the front door.

A 10-year-old boy with poofy blond hair, hazel eyes, and wearing a dark brown aviator jacket with a glow stick bracelet is on his left wrist was standing there with a smile.

“Oh hello, Xavier! You here to go to school with us?”

“Yup! Managed to escape my stick in the mud parents. Is Sophie around?”

“Hey, Xavier!” Sophie waved as she laid on the stairs.

“What are you doing lying on the stairs?” Xavier asked before sitting next to her.

“Snap nearly killed me!” Sophie yelled loud enough for Snap to hear.

“Not my fault you are so sensitive!” Snap laughed from the kitchen.

“I mean he’s not wrong.” Xavier shrugged sheepishly as he sat next to her on the stairs. Sophie playfully hit his arm in response.

That’s my best friend Xavier. He’s 10 years old like me and is a week older than me. While he isn’t part of the family he might as well be. His parents are kind of overbearing so he likes coming over here more. I met him when his family was vacationing in Hawaii. Since then we’ve been inseparable. He was the one who helped me with my English and helped me to adjust to mainland America. Honestly, I couldn’t imagine living without him. He’s just always there for me and gets along with the family well. He’s kind of like the unofficial kid of the family where he’s part of the family but “legally” we aren’t responsible for him. So that’s pretty cool.

He’s super intelligent in the book smart kind of way. I remember when his family visited Hawaii and we became friends, he would read on the beach and I would just listen to him. Sometimes I would even fall asleep to him reading. Xavier is also 87% of my impulse control. Like if I didn’t have him, I’d probably would've died by now from a stupid decision.

“What? I’m just saying you are and there is nothing wrong that.” Xavier said putting up his hands in a defensive position.

“Ugh, you’ve spent too much time with this family. I swear to the gods. You are starting to sound like most of my brothers. You better not start selling me out to them.” Sophie scolded. “BLIK does that enough!”

“Hey! I have never done that in the four years you’ve lived here.” Blik argued as he walked into the room

“Yesterday you sold me out for a root beer to Danny!” Sophie argued.

“That wasn’t a sellout that was a trade. Very different. Now can you please get our sisters from the backyard so we can leave?” Blik smirked.

As Xavier said “Yup” Sophie let out a less enthusiastic, mumbled “Yeah.”

Blik grinned and said “Oh Timothy!~ Sophie needs-”

Sophie immediately hit his arm. “No. Shut up. I’m fine.”

Blik chuckled ruffling up her hair. “Fine then.”

“C’mon let’s go get them,” Sophie said getting off the stairs and heading towards the backyard with Xavier in tow. They walked into a pretty big backyard which has an above ground pool, a trampoline, a small playground, some swings hanging from trees, a sandbox, and a playpen for Poof to keep himself from roaming anywhere he pleases. It also has quite a lot of trees as well. Sophie spotted two girls around eight years old huddled in a corner doing… something? Sophie and Xavier both couldn’t tell what they were doing. They could only see the backs of the short, curly blonde hair of the peach skinned girl and the long, brown hair styled in messy pigtails of the much paler girl who seemed to be holding something.

“Um, Vendetta? Charlotte? Mom says to get inside. It’s time for school and Grudge still hasn’t eaten.” Sophie said pointing her thumb to the back door.

Both girls turned their heads around revealing the blonde girl’s bright blue eyes and the brunette girl’s dimmed green eyes.

“Okay Sophie!” the blonde girl said chipperly as she skipped over to hug Sophie’s waist. “Grudge made a new friend and me and Vendetta watched it!” Charlotte said bouncing up and down happily.

“What do you mean new frien- oh my god!” Xavier shouted as Vendetta came over holding her pet raccoon, Grudge, who had a snake in his mouth. A dead snake in his mouth. Lovely.

Sophie put her face into her hands and groaned. “Vendetta. You know what mom and dad have said about Grudge… erm… “making friends” with wild snakes,” Sophie censoring herself for the sake of Charlotte.

“Stupid Raccoon wanted to make a fiend.” Vendetta stated simply in her thick Bulgarian accent. “That is not mine or Charlotte’s fault.”

“Don’t you mean friend?” Xavier asked curiously.

“I said what I said.” Vendetta shot back rather rudely.

Xavier gave a look to Sophie as Sophie sighed, “Look. I’m your big sister now so tell Grudge to drop his snake friend or fiend or whatever and get in the house so we can go to school.”

“Fine. Stupid Raccoon. Drop.” Vendetta commanded as Grudge spat out the snake.

“Yay! Time for school! Come on Vendetta!” Charlotte cheered as she grabbed Vendetta’s hand skipping into the house.

“Do not touch me you stupid blue girl!” Vendetta yelled as they both disappeared into the house.

Xavier turned his face back to Sophie and said: “I’m sorry but what the heck is wrong with your new sister?”

“Oh, so many things…” Sophie sighed shaking her head.

So like you just saw those are our new additions to the family Charlotte Winfrey, Vendetta Mortcheva, and Vendetta’s pet raccoon… yes, raccoon… Grudge. Charlotte and Vendetta are only eight years old and just got transferred here last month. They got transferred here from their old foster home in a place called Clamberg because the foster home was terrified of Vendetta and her and Charlotte are a package deal.

I’ll explain Charlotte first because really. She’s a lot easier to understand than Vendetta is.

Charlotte got put into the foster care system when she was super young. Both her parents died while attending a music festival outside of Vermont in a mass shooting, unfortunately. This caused Charlotte to be placed in Clamberg with her only known living relative, her grandmother Charlene. The sad thing is that Charlotte still doesn’t know her parents died. Charlene told her that they were both astronauts living up in a space station. Nobody has had the heart to tell her yet. Charlene got too sick to raise Charlotte so when she was six years old Charlotte was placed in the foster care system.

Charlotte is a super sweet girl. Like probably the sweetest you’ll ever meet. She loves everything in the world and everyone in it. Probably if you take her to Disney World she would be smiling the whole time and say hi to all the characters. Even the villains! She is a little… “slow”… sometimes though. She doesn’t quite understand what's happening most of the time unless someone, usually Vendetta, tells her.

Speaking of Vendetta, let's talk about her because oh boy. There’s a lot to talk about.

So as you noticed by her accent Vendetta is from Bulgaria. She moved to America when she was a toddler with both of her parents, her older sister Vasilika, and her twin sister Joanna. Soon after her parents had three more children. Vendetta’s younger twin brothers, Darian & Valko, and her baby sister Rosica. However starting after Darian and Valko were born, Vendetta’s father started to get more...abusive towards his wife and older daughters. Well, TWO of his older daughters. He never laid a hand on Joanna or any of his younger children. He did frequently hurt his wife Violetta and Vasilika but it was Vendetta who got the raw end of the deal. Vendetta’s father, if you can even call him that now, considered Vendetta his child from hell. It wasn’t just physical abuse either. When Vendetta was finally admitted to the foster after the incident (which I’ll get to in a minute) she was malnourished and was so dirty that initial reports had Vendetta’s skin and hair color way darker than it actually was.

About the incident. One night Vendetta’s “father” had been drinking quite a lot. Violetta tried to get him to stop for the children’s sake but that just made him angrier. He ended up shouting so loud he had woken up Vasilika, Vendetta, and Joanna and in a moment of panic, Vasilika grabbed the family gun. When the girls got downstairs that had found their father had just finished strangling their mother to death. When he saw his three daughters standing there witnessing him kill his wife. He was enraged and started moving towards Vasilika first and she ended up shooting him once in the head. He fell dead on the floor inches from his now dead wife. Joanna had broken down into tears. Vasilika had no idea what she had just done and just stood there in shock. But Vendetta… oh, Vendetta. She was furious. She began yelling at Vasilika for not doing that sooner. That they all could have been freed earlier if she would have thought of this. She yelled at Joanna to stop crying and blamed her for being the “perfect” one. She yelled at the corpses of her parents. Her mother for not being stronger and her father for being a complete asshole to his own wife and children. She even yelled at herself for being a ‘devil child.’ The only people she didn’t blame for this was her younger brothers and baby sister since they had nothing to do with this. Later in the early morning, Vasilika called the police and all six of them were put in the custody of CPS. Three of them scarred for life and three of them too young to understand what was happening.

After that Vendetta essentially disowned her sisters and refuses to talk to or about them. She doesn’t talk about her parents either. She still visits her younger siblings as long as Vasilika and Joanna aren’t there. When she got to the foster home in Clamberg she never played with the other kids and spent nights alone in the backyard. The entire staff and all of the children were terrified of her. Accidents started happening around the home and they blamed Vendetta but none of them could prove it. She even one night came back with a raccoon which was Grudge. He was trained to essentially be a house cat. This confused the staff for two reasons. One: Raccoons are not native to Clamberg. So where did she find this raccoon? Two: How did she even train this creature? The staff had no idea on either of these questions and they weren’t about to question Vendetta of all people so they let her keep Grudge. It was just the two of them for two years until Charlotte got there. She was the only person that wasn’t afraid of Vendetta and that struck a nerve with Vendetta. So Vendetta became Charlotte’s soul defender even though she still insulted Charlotte from time to time, though Charlotte clearly doesn’t mind.

Cut to a month ago where the Clamberg foster home had enough of Vendetta’s reign and sent her here far away from Clamberg. Charlotte just came with cause they are now a package deal.

Vendetta doesn't seem that bad as her previous foster home made her out to be. Sure she’s dark, sarcastic, weird, sometimes super mean, and cusses in Bulgarian thinking we can’t hear her when we can. She’s also super bright though and probably the smartest girl in the house. We just wish she would relax a little bit and realize we won’t let her get hurt here but we also realize she needs time and we will give her that.

...What? I told you Vendetta is a complicated creature with a complicated history.

“Let’s just go so we can finally get to school. Max is gonna chew the two of us out if we are late again.” Sophie said tiredly. Xavier nodded and followed her back into the house and into the kitchen. They stood next to Charlotte and Vendetta who was letting Grudge eat his clams from the palm of her hand. The two of them just watched the chaos conduct in the large kitchen as everybody was shouting over each other.

“Alright, kids! Listen up!” Cosmo clapped loudly as all his children proceeded to quiet down. “Okay everybody go upstairs one last time. If you have a pet put them up in your room or if the pet is in a cage in your room feed them. Double check you have everything and then proceed to the van as planned. Ready? Go!” Cosmo yelled.

Sophie picked up Lion and motioned for Xavier to follow her. She was followed up the stairs by Jimmy carrying Goddard, Timmy carrying Sparky, Danny carrying Cujo, SB carrying Gary, Patrick carrying Rocky, ZIM leading Minimoose, Bunsen carrying Boodles, Dora leading Perrito, and Vendetta carrying Grudge. The other siblings followed up the stairs to double check their rooms to not forget anything. All except Blik whose room was the garage and Poof who was safe in his mother’s arms.

Sophie lead Xavier into her room and closed the door behind them.It was a small bedroom with a tiny closet, a small bed, and a small bookshelf. When they move Sophie requested she get her own room since she was a growing young lady now and thought it be better if she didn't share a room with Timmy and Snap. Xavier flopped down on Sophie’s bed as Sophie put Lion in his cat carrier. Lion meowed in protest as Sophie answered back “I know Lion you don’t like it but it’s only for the morning.”

“Do you think he can really understand you?” Xavier asked.

“Mmm, I like to think he does.” Sophie answered as she went to her closet and pulled out a box labeled ‘Special Things.’ She rummaged through it and pulled out two books. One was was a glittery sketchbook while the other was a scrapbook with the title of ‘Family is Forever.’ She hugged them close to her chest before stuffing them into her backpack. “Okay, we can go now,” Sophie said smiling.

“Finally. You know Max is gonna kick us out of the group if we keep showing up late.” Xavier said getting up from her bed.

“No, he can’t,” Sophie said as she opened up her door and turned her light off. “First off he would have to find a new second to replace me. Second, I basically own his soul at this point. So even if wanted too he couldn’t kick us out.”

“Fair enough,” Xavier shrugged.

Sophie went to each room to check everybody was out and essentially take roll for their mother as one of her chores.

Timmy had put up Sparky in his crate as Snap fed his hamster Musty and his pet frog Wiggums. For two fifth grade boys, they could sure make a mess of everything. Sophie was glad she moved out of there.

Jimmy and ZIM put Goddard and Minimoose on chargers and left their neat bedroom. It was neat because they both pretty much spent all their time in the basement lab with Vendetta.

Danny put up Cujo in his crate as Adrien put on his mother’s ring to wear on his right hand and Plagg grabbed his black cat plush from the top bunk of his and Adrien’s bunk beds. Plagg refused to sleep with GIR and Poof in fear of losing Adrien.

SB had put Gary in his cat carrier and grabbed his clean uniform while Patrick carefully put Rocky on the side table on his side of the room. The two had shared a room every since Patrick got there and they decided to never ever switch.

Tak had fed Navis, his and his best friend Jeera’s shared guinea pig, as Manny grabbed his soccer uniform for the day. Tak wanted the room with the biggest window and Manny just wanted a huge bed so they ended up with the biggest room on the floor.

GIR had grabbed his green dog plush and Poof’s baby bag from their room as a favor for Wanda and Cosmo. ZIM didn't even want to be near GIR as he slept. GIR had his own room until Poof was born.

Finally, on the boy's side of the hall, Bunsen had put Boodles in his crate and grabbed his script for play rehearsal. Bunsen just had his own room for now until another boy showed up at the foster home.

Meanwhile, on the girl’s side of the hall, Sam had grabbed an umbrella, since it was supposed to be bright that day, and Jenny grabbed some fashion magazines for her and her best friend who was a girl, Misty, to share at lunch. Their room consisted of a lot of black, pink, and purple. The color scheme was a compromise.

While Dora had put Perrito in his crate, Marinette grabbed her late mother’s earrings to wear that day and Tikki grabbed her ladybug plush from the bottom bunk of her’s and Marinette’s shared bunk beds. As the only little girl in the house, Tikki ended up sleeping with her sister and Dora didn’t mind the extra roommate.

Finally, Vendetta set down Grudge down on her gothic styled bed, since she refused to put him in any confinements, and Charlotte fed her hamster Buttons and her bird Buttons 2 before grabbing her brightly colored girl scout uniform along with Vendetta’s black girl scout uniform. Their room was like night and day. Vendetta’s side was green and black the only decoration being her striped blanket… which was also green and black. Charlotte’s side, on the other hand, was bright blues and pinks with posters and frilly things just thrown everywhere.

Sophie counted each of her siblings going down the stairs before yelling down to her parents. “We are all ready to go, mom and dad!”

“Finally! Let’s go already!” Blik groaned as everyone went outside and piled into the large van.

“Okay, Pacific Grove High School, Summerfield Jr. High, Sunnyside Elementary, Blue River Kindergarten, Grandview School for the Culinary Arts, Seaside Community College, and then the bank. Got it dear?” Wanda asked. “Got it and away we go!” Cosmo announced as he drove away from the house.

Cosmo was driving while Wanda sat in the passenger seat. Jimmy and Timmy were arguing about something stupid again while Danny tried to break them up with Sam chuckling at the three. SB was going over some new recipes he’s learned while Patrick drooled at all of them. Tak was messing with his seatbelt as ZIM was ranting about this kid named Dib. GIR, Tikki, and Plagg were playing with Poof happily. Manny was checking himself in the mirror, Jenny and Marinette were checking their Amazon account for new deals as Adrien listened, and Blik was reading the paper. Snap was telling Sophie something cool while she listened writing in her journal, Xavier read a book, and Bunsen was going over his lines once more as Dora giggled while Charlotte talked to her with Vendetta rolling her eyes in disgust at the two.

So yeah that’s my insane family except for my brother who's in college right now. You’ll meet him later! Anyway, it’s a miracle I’ve survived this long. I’m glad I’m here though. I feel loved where I am and I know that I will always have a place with them even if it seems like nowhere will let me fit in.

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queenofairandsnarkness · 7 years ago

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five places rhaenys never ended up?

i.) rhaenys of themyscira

It was easy to pretend that she had known nothing but her many mother-sisters, nothing but the sands and swords of her home.

But taking the easy way was to deny the truth, and she would not shame her family so.

Io had found her, small and bleeding, near Hestia’s temple, wrapped in a bedsheet and trying to be silent.

(The cat, though, had yowled loud enough to raise the dead. There was something peculiar about that cat, Io always said.)

Io, taller than anyone, even the Princess, and wider still across the shoulders, had picked the girl up as if she was made of glass and carried her to Epione.

The girl had lived, despite the blood she had lost and the wounds she had taken.

(Faruka claimed it showed strength, Menalippe that she was favored by the gods. Epione and Althea claimed it good healing work. The Queen merely sighed with a little smile she had frequently worn when the Princess was a child, and not... well, the Princess, and everyone had argued in a similar way.)

When she woke, she watched them all with eyes as round as shields, and told them what she remembered of the men with swords, and her mother’s screams.

She stayed with them, and her nights ended with fewer screams, after a while.

(It was an affliction they were familiar with, if not in a child so young.)

She took to trailing behind Magala, which was a bit strange, but the sorceress was patient. She also haunted Althea, all smoky curls and steady hands in the healer’s rooms. She stayed with Io, though, in a spare room over the forge, where she was quiet and mended things, save for the moments she sang.

(Io chased the musicians away, because if Althea did it, then there would be no peace.)

So the girl had grown, and none had minded when she hid when Steve Trevor arrived, and the contest came. She was still very young- eight, at most.

Ten years later, the barriers... didn’t come down, not properly, but someone (Athena, Menalippe claimed) made it permeable.

There were, the Princess said thoughtfully, other girls of a similar age, working to make the world a better place, and that Rhaenys might benefit from learning from them.

All the Amazons were surprised when their solemn little shadow looked at her, bit her lip, and said, “That might be a good idea.”

ii.) Nell of Dorne (By Way of Camelot)

Someone had pinched his ear. Someone smaller than him, with non-knightly hands. Calloused, though.

He managed to twist enough to see a mass of black curls and scars peeping from Nell’s sleeve. Morgana’s pet harper was even younger than him, if not by much, a Dornish girl who made melodies clever enough that even Arthur paid attention. In return she was ferociously loyal to Morgana. (Also Gwen.)

“What did I do now?” Merlin asked. She dragged him to a storeroom, not letting go of his ear.

“You drugged Morgana,” she accused, jamming a finger in his face.

He blinked, trying to figure out what she knew. “The sleeping draught? Technically, that was Gaius.”

“Sleeping drought? Stranger wept, whatever you were doing is driving her mad,” the harper said. “I gave her lavender and poppy tea instead the last two nights, and it seems to have fixed it, but if you try it again, I will slice you neck to navel.”

Merlin gulped. Nell was nice enough, mostly. Right up until you... threatened her friends. Then she seemed to think she was a terrifying giant dragon.

And what did he go and do.

“I- I- It was supposed to keep her calm,” he said finally. “From dreaming.”

Nell huffed. “Oh, this is about that seven-damned ban. I would love to take her to... not Asshai, that would be horrible for her, but perhaps Braavos?”

He blinked. How did she?

“There was a magical fire in her room. When she was having nightmares,” she said, dryly. “Oddly, despite our friendship, I seem to lack that willful blindness everyone else seems to cultivate.”

“There may be people... closer,” he tried, wondering how much to hint. She scowled.

“Oh, yes, the paranoid King prone to lashing out and refusing to admit he is wrong will gladly allow his niece to live with... Merlin, are you listening to yourself?” she asked. “That is thoughtless on par with the Silver Prince himself.”

“Who?” Merlin asked, tilting his head.

“It would be best to ask me again when the Dornish sour comes in,” she said, pinching her nose. “I know a few tricks that may help her, for now.” She gave a bitter grin before sweeping a finger across the scar marring her cheek. “I know something of bad dreams.”

Somehow, that translated to shooting a sorceress with a crossbow, nearly getting herself banished, and extracting a promise to help her if she needed it. Morgana did stop setting things on fire accidentally, though.

(Which was when the Lannister delegation arrived, and it turned out little Nell was actually Princess Rhaenys and had a price on her head. Also, that her brother had an army, though Nell had apparently not known that. He’d sent her to Gwaine, who agreed to keep her safe and probably needed to be kept on his toes. He didn’t get why Morgana kept laughing.)

iii.) Renee Rhodes

“Sorry, no, you fucked up, you don’t get our mini-Rhodey,” Tony said, and Auntie Pepper was nodding. Her dad looked furious and like it was a really, really good thing that he was mostly a responsible adult who was not in his suit right now. Spidey was at her shoulder, which was... well, he was younger than her, but he could also bench press a car.

Thor, weirdly, was even glaring at them. Though given Renee’s burn-proofing and the bit where he was GOD OF THUNDER, she was willing to give that a pass until she and Friday could talk it over privately later.

“Her father-” the man- who was apparently her bio uncle, and she could see it, actually, they had the same nose and hair and way of flattening their mouths when they got mad.

“Is right here,” Rhodey said. “I raised her, was there when Renee was sick, taught her to ride a bike and drive a car, had her educated, and did a lot more for her than a man who you said left her and her brother for some teenager.”

“I want to teach her to fly a suit,” Tony said, and that was why he was her favorite not-allowed-to-call-him-uncle. “Also, I taught her to shoot.”

“I remember yelling at you for that,” Dad agreed. “You also taught her basic coding, which is... better. Much better.”

“Could I learn to shoot?” Spidey asked.

“Tony had me sit though so many lessons before I held the gun,” she whispered. “So many.” Also, it had been... just post cave-escape. And Obie’s black-hat reveal, and apparently he’d gone a little overprotective vis-a-vis his goddaughter.

“Is Tywin Lannister among the dead?” Thor asked, and Renee went still at the look on her bio-uncle’s face.

“Not yet,” her bio-uncle said.

“Then Princess Renee is in grave danger going there,” Thor said, simply. “Until Lannister and his puppets are dead.”

“Well,” Spidey said, “at least we aren’t taking over this planet?”

“No planets until she’s thirty,” Tony said.

“Co-parenting,” Renee hissed at Spidey, who choked.

Seriously, she occasionally wondered if her dad and Uncle Tony were more than soft-bros, but Auntie Pepper had staying power. Also, was awesome.

Adorable ruthless dorks in love and all that.

Also, the Rescue armor was much, much less in scope then a planet. Between that an Spidey, twenty-one for solo piloting should work.

iv. Sophia Potter

“Your friend is deeply annoying,” said a voice from behind a stack of books.

James laughed. “How did you find Sirius annoying now?”

“You know, that shouldn’t be the first thing that pops in your head,” his sister said, poking her head out from around the books. “You have more than one friend, you know. If your mind just... leaps to Sirius being the problem, then clearly you agree that there is one.”

“Sophia,” he said, “I think the Prewett twins set up bets on you and Sirius fighting.”

She sighed. “He’s planning on dragging me to Hogsmeade tomorrow.”

“You like arguing with Sirius,” James pointed out. “You say I’m too nice, Remus and Peter get too upset, and...”

“You give me sad looks if I argue with Lily,” Sophia agreed. “Sirius said that I’m working myself too hard, and I’ll end up locked in some tower if I keep it up.”

James couldn’t argue- Lily and Marlene had frogmarched her to lunch, Sirius had badgered her to dinner last night, and he was getting her to dinner now. Remus agreed to coax her to go upstairs, at least, later. There were dark circles under her eyes, and he wondered if she’d crack and ask for Dreamless Sleep soon, or if she’d writing in her carefully annotated and encoded notebook.

(Having a Seer for a near-twin was worrying, a lot. Especially when she wasn’t a normal seer, but had dreams like tea-leaves and tarot cards with occasional flashes of events.)

“He’s worried about you,” James admitted. “Soph, we all are.”

“I’m more worried about you,” she admitted, biting her lip. “Promise me...” she sighed. “Gah, I don’t even know exactly what to ask you to promise.”

“I’ll be careful?” he tried.

She shot him a deeply skeptical, deeply hurtful look. It would have been entirely undeserved... if she hadn’t been there when he attempted a Wronski Feint when he was nine. Or through the Animagus transformation. Or when he’d gotten in a duel with Mulciber and Avery and their friends. Or...

Okay, maybe a little deserved.

“There will come a choice,” she said, slightly dreamily. “And you’ll have to choose between blunt loyalty and sheer cleverness.”

“Can you see what I should choose?” he asked, a shiver down his spine. For a second, he thought he smelled the sea, mixing with the smoke from the fires.

“Just the choice,” she said, after a long moment. “There is always just the choice.”

v. rhaenys tully, lady of riverrun

Aegon did not understand, when she smiled as Father told her who she would wed.

The princess, no, not that one, the Dornish one, as if they meant to say the lesser one, though Rhaenys was Father’s favorite, though she was cleverer than Aegon with people, and better at sums to boot, and was much more practical than Daenerys. As if Father had not told her that he would have made her Princess of Dragonstone if he could, that she would have been an excellent queen, but the only way that would have worked would have been over the corpses of Aegon, Viserys, and Daenerys. And even then, she’d probably find herself tied to the Baratheons.

Rhaenys would not have wanted to be Queen- she liked the work, trying to find solutions, but she did not enjoy being around presses of people, preferring the quiet. Her cousins had teased her for it, once, but they stopped soon enough when they realized that she was still good at practical things.

(Occasionally those practical things were jokes.)

But for Aegon to die? No, never. That couldn’t happen.

She watched as her parents paraded young unmarried lords and ladies for her brother and herself. (Viserys was set to wed Shyra Hall, the cool, steady lady of Haystack Hall, who had rendered him completely undignified. It was quite entertaining. Daenerys was still uncertain, but she suspected if her aunt met a pretty young lord the King and Queen would listen. Baelor Brightsmile had a son about Rhaenys’ age, after all.)

Lord Brandon Stark’s son was nice enough, but closer to Dany’s age, and Aegon was clearly fascinated with his sister. Who seemed... sweet? Up until you realized how terribly capable she was of remembering things about people, and after a few years with Mother, the naivete would mellow into sincerity.

(Also, the boy was clearly smitten with Lady Jeyne Westerling, who did need a good husband and wouldn’t find the North too much of a challenge.)

There had been others, including a rather... memorable one from the Tyrells, and Rhaenys had slipped off into the garden for a moment to try and calm herself. (Aegon had found a lady who was acceptable, and Rhaenys could perhaps live in Sunspear with Arianne and keep the accounts.)

“Hullo?” came a voice. “Is anyone here?”

She froze.

“I got turned around a bit,” he said, sounding embarrassed. “I just need to get back inside.”

Blue and red, with fish, she thought. Plus the resemblance to Lady Catelyn and her daughter, therefore, Lord Edmure Tully, heir to Riverrun.

“The roses have overgrown a bit from that angle,” she called. “It hides the door.”

“I could make a jape about roses and entrances,” Lord Edmure said, warmly, “but it seems a bit rude.”

“As Lady Olenna was terribly rude about my mother’s health,” Rhaenys started, before biting off her words. She did like Lord Willas, and more to the point, Allyria deeply liked Lord Willas, and she would not make her friend’s life harder.

“Ah, not terribly tactful, that woman,” Lord Edmure said, coming close enough. Could he see her? She wasn’t quite sure- the garden had been designed with Lady Shiera in mind, and tended to play tricks on the eye. “Made a similar comment about my father.”

“I am sorry to hear that, my lord,” Rhaenys said. “My brother and I begged tales of the Ninepenny Kings off your father and uncle when last they were in the city, and they were kind to two ill-behaved children.”

“Well, he had three,” Lord Edmure shrugged. “Maybe not Cat, but Lysa and I. Plus Petyr.” He rounded the corner, and his eyes widened. “And I was supposed to say the princess could never be ill-behaved, wasn’t I?”

She laughed while he went red as his tunic. “Oh, my lord, my mother would call you a wretched liar if you did.” She waved toward the garden entrance. “There is a hallway there, if you would like to make a discreet re-entry?”

“Discreet would be good,” he said, nodding a bit. “Shall I see you at the feast?”

“I will be delighted,” she said, surprised that she was being truthful in that answer.

Though she still had to brave the crowds, at least she knew there was another friendly face.

#rhaenys targaryen #i write stuff #crossover #Anonymous

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ericsonclan · 4 years ago

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A Christmas Day We Won't Soon Forget

Summary: Minnie and Sophie along with their families wait for Tenn to come home from college to celebrate Christmas.

Word Count: 3257

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“Oh, careful there, Raylan.” Sophie looked over at her eldest child who was struggling to hold onto a glass bowl Marlon had just washed and Minnie had dried.

“I will. I’m strong,” Raylan’s blue eyes poked out from his wild red hair as he smiled brightly as his mom.

“I get the next dish!” Marley declared as she waited impatiently by her aunt’s side, her blonde hair bouncing slightly along with her movement. Minnie smiled down warmly at her niece before looking over as Renata hummed along to some Christmas music that was playing. She worked side by side with her son who carefully handed over the ingredients Renata had finished using in the dishes for Christmas dinner to be put away.

“Here you go, Mama.” Timothy brushed back his red hair and handed over the container of butter.

“Thanks, Timmy.” Renata took the butter then placed a quick kiss on her son’s forehead before continuing her work. All of them worked hard to get the kitchen clean in time for when Tenn showed up. Marley, Raylan and Timothy were all beyond excited at the chance to see their uncle again. Sophie and Minnie seemed just as excited if not more so at the idea that within minutes they would be seeing their brother again. They’d ask him about classes and how he was enjoying college while he got tackled with hugs from all different members of the family. Sadly their parents wouldn’t be able to make it due to a snow storm cancelling their flight, but Sophie and Minnie knew they’d just throw another celebration when they did show up.

The warm, happy, albeit not always in tune voices of the family sang along to the Christmas songs as they all continued their work. Renata’s feet danced around the kitchen, stealing kisses whenever she could from Minnie as she continued to help out. After a few minutes they were done and the kids were excused to go and play. Marley immediately grabbed her cousin’s hand while Raylan worked to get both of his aunts to the front to play with them while they waited for Uncle Tenn. Sophie and Marlon laughed as they saw Minnie tell Raylan to hold on for a moment as she tossed back the dish towel. Sophie caught it with ease and put it up to dry.

“Well, so far it seems like it’s going to be quite the Christmas,” Sophie leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Marlon’s cheek who smiled lovingly at his wife.

“Yeah, I’m sure it will be a great one,” Marlon intertwined his fingers with Sophie’s and began to walk forward towards the living room. Renata was giving Raylan an airplane ride while Minnie was somehow managing to give piggyback rides to both Timothy and Marley. Renata’s infectious laughter was met in kind by the kids and her wife as they enjoyed the moment playing together when suddenly Renata paused. Her brown eyes danced with curiosity as she jogged over to the window.

“Hey, buddy. I’m gonna need to set you down for a moment,” Renata knelt down and Raylan hopped off, immediately making his way over to get his dad to play with him. Renata glanced out the window, an excited smile appearing on her lips.

“Hey, looks like Tenn is here.” Her eyebrows furrowed for a moment as she looked outside. “Min, Soph, you two don’t happen to have a secret sister, do you?”

Minnie quirked an eyebrow and placed Timothy and Marley down before walking over to her wife’s side. “Why do you ask?” She stopped in her tracks when she saw Renata’s expression change. “What?”

“Never mind, I hope it’s not your sister,” Renata glanced over at Minnie for a second before looking outside again.

Minnie immediately looked out to see her brother walking hand in hand with a girl with dark brown hair who had a light blue headband covered in little white snowflakes. A small mole adorned her left cheek and an adoring smile was on her lips as she looked at Tenn.

“Why not?” Sophie joined the pair and glanced outside. “Ren, they’re just holding hands. Maybe they’re really good friends or something.”

A laugh escaped Minnie’s lips, making her twin glance over her way.

“What’s so funny, Minnie?” Sophie asked with a small frown.

“Nothing, just old memories,” The older twin smiled mischievously at Sophie.

Before Sophie had a chance to respond, a small gasp left Renata’s lips.

“They kissed again!” Her face was pressed against the window, the steam from her warm breath fogging up the glass more and more with each passing second. At this point the three kids and Marlon had joined in, looking out the window beside Sophie.

“Kissed?!?” Sophie looked shocked by that.

“Again?!?” Minnie’s head shot towards her wife.

“Yeah, they smooched once. So maybe they're best friends.” Renata gave a shrug.

“Best friends don’t kiss on the lips,” Sophie shook her head then paused. “Was it on the lips?”

“Yes,”

“Then Sophie is right,” Minnie stared out the window. “Best friends don’t do that.”

“Well, maybe not all best friends,” Renata crossed her arms.

“Babe, stop trying to win this argument,” Minnie smiled over at her wife.

“They’re at the door,” Marlon nodded toward it, causing the twins and Renata to look and see that Tenn and the girl were at the front door. Without warning, Renata ran forward towards the door. Raylan and Marley grabbed Timothy's hands and sprinted forward as well. Minnie and Sophie walked side by side while Marlon moved forward to tell the kids to step back and give their uncle and his friend some space. Renata swung up the door without warning, not even giving Tenn or the girl a chance to knock.

“Tenn! Merry Christmas!’ Renata’s sudden action made both Tenn and the girl’s eyes grow large.

“Oh, hey, Renata. Merry Christmas,” Tenn gave a small nod of thanks when Renata moved back to let them in. The plastic bag in his arms crinkled as it brushed against his leg.

“Tenn!” Sophie ran forward and swept her brother in and hugged before Minnie joined in. The three siblings remained in that moment for a few seconds before pulling back.

“Welcome home, Tenn.” Minnie smiled warmly at her younger brother. Tenn was about to respond when his two nephews and niece ran forward to hug him.

“Uncle Tenn!” Raylan smiled up with a huge grin.

“You’re back!” Marley declared loudly before Timothy spoke up.

“Merry Christmas, Uncle Tenn.”

“Thanks, guys,” Tenn replied softly as he returned the hugs. “It’s good to be home.”

“Holy cheeseballs!” Sophie let out an impressed whistle as she held out her hand and measured Tenn’s height. “You keep on growing even though you’re twenty. That’s totally unfair! I better watch out or you’ll grow taller than me and Minnie.”

“I doubt that,” Tenn gave a gentle chuckle.

“Hey, Tenn,” Marlon strolled forward and gave him a hug. “You gonna introduce us to your guest?”

Tenn’s eyes grew large for a split second. His right hand reached over and began to fidget with his left. “Yeah,” He took a second then intertwined his left hand with the girl’s. “Everyone, this is my girlfriend, Mariana.” He smiled over with tenderness as his girlfriend returned the smile in kind.

“It’s nice to meet you all,” Mariana smiled warmly at Tenn’s family who were still processing what had just been said. The news that Tenn had dropped hit everyone, putting them in such shock that they all remained quiet for a second except the three kids who were already asking a million questions. Renata was the first adult to speak up.

“Girlfriend, you say?” She wiggled her eyebrows playfully. “Do tell.”

“Why don’t we go over to the table and we can catch up for a bit,” Minnie offered and began to lead the way. Marlon was about to walk forward when Sophie gently grabbed his arm.

“Babe, could you get out some coloring books for the kids?” Sophie nodded over, directing her husband’s attention to the kids who were all trying to convince Renata to make hot cocoa instead of tea for Tenn and his girlfriend in hopes they would be getting some too. It seemed like catching up with Tenn would be more than just talking about classes this year so it’d be best for the kids to be distracted. Marlon gave a nod in understanding.

Within minutes the six adults were sitting around the table, each with their own mug of tea. Rosie and Ferdinand emerged from a bedroom and immediately went over to greet a familiar face and the new one at the table. After a minute or two the two dogs settled down beside the kids. Raylan, Marley and Timothy were quietly talking as they colored in the living room right beside the table.Tenn glanced over at his niece and nephews, a small part of him wishing that he could be coloring alongside them right now. Maybe he could even get Mari to join in too. He was pulled away from his thoughts when Sophie spoke up.

“So, how long have you two been dating?” The redhead leaned forward, clearly interesting in hearing more about this. The rest of the people at the table seemed just as invested in learning this too.

“Mari and I have been dating for almost an entire semester now,” Tenn smiled over shyly at his sisters.

“Almost a whole semester?!” Minnie nearly choked on her tea. “Why didn’t you let us know before?”

“I was busy with classes and I wanted to make sure that it was serious before letting you guys know, and...” Tenn intertwined his fingers with Mari’s, “It is.”

“That’s great!” Renata declared loudly. “Now for the real tea: How did you two meet?”

“Well, Tenn was trying to find a book on Van Gogh’s illustrations in the library and he asked me to help him.”

“Oh, were you studying there?” Marlon asked Mariana, taking a sip of his tea.

“Actually, I was working there,” Marianna fidgeted with her headband.

“Oh! That’s cool. That’s pretty impressive, working part time and going to college,” Sophie nodded in approval, clearly thinking highly of her brother’s girlfriend.

“Well, I don’t take classes at the college. I just work there.” Mariana’s statement made everyone pause for a moment.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Minnie began before Renata cut her off with a question.

“Mari, how old are you?”

Everyone looked at Renata then over at Mariana who readjusted her seat. “Twenty four.”

“Tenn is a cradle robber!” Renata exclaimed with a gasp before stopping when she noticed her mistake. “Wait, no.”

“Tenn just likes older women,” Sophie gave a teasing smile that made her brother glance away in embarrassment. Minnie laughed softly at that.

“Sophie, Minnie,” Tenn pleaded but the table erupted with talk and laughter as they teased the couple.

“Sorry, Mariana. It may take you a minute to get used to the teasing,” Marlon smiled warmly over at her.

“No, it’s okay. I’m used to this kind of teasing,” Mariana’s statement made the chatter stop. “My uncles are notorious in their teasing. Poor Tenn had to go through quite the wringer with my family. So bring it on,” She gave a confident smile.

“Dang, you already met her family,” Sophie leaned back in her chair.

“Well now that we’re on the subject of family, why don’t you tell us a bit about yours,” Minnie looked over at Mariana with a gentle smile.

So Mariana began to share about her family. She had an older brother named Gabe who was happily married. She then spoke of her uncles Javi and Santiago and how they had always been supportive of her even if they went overboard with their teasing. Any other family that she may have had Mariana brushed aside. Based on her body language, they figured it was best to just leave it alone and not pry. Renata was about to ask another question when Raylan ran forward and held up his art.

“Look, Mommy. Look! Look! It’s an airplane!” He held up a drawing that had a plethora of colors on it.

“Wow, Raylan, that’s amazing!” Sophie took the picture and looked truly touched by the art before playfully ruffling her son’s hair. “Gotta add this to the fridge!”

“Add mine too!” Marley scampered forward and held up a drawing that looked like a giant log with four long sticks attached to it. “It's Rosie!”

“It looks just like her!” Marlon rose up from his spot, causing the two dogs to run over. Ferdinand got up on his hindlegs and began to do a spin in hopes he would get a snack. “Not now, Ferdie.” Marlon gave some pats to the dogs then strolled forward. “How about we put these up on the fridge while everyone else gets ready for presents?”

Marley and Raylan laughed and began to drag Tenn over to the Christmas tree along with Mari while Timothy shyly walked toward the table. He held a piece of paper in his hands and lifted it up towards Sophie.

“Auntie, can I have mine on the fridge too?” The young boy held up the picture which was some sort of beetle with red hair. “It’s Raylan but a bug.” Raylan sprinted back and slid on his fuzzy Christmas socks to take a look. “Whoa! That’s so cool!”

“It is very cool,” Sophie nodded in agreement. “I think we’ll find the perfect spot for it on the fridge.” With that Sophie and Marlon headed off to find that spot with the help of Raylan while Minnie and Renata walked hand in hand over to join the others by the tree. After a few minutes of placing the special drawings on the fridge Marlon and Sophie took their spots by their two kids.

“Alrighty,” Renata did a drumroll. “It’s time for gifts! Who wants to go first?” Her question made all three of the kids excited as each of them begged that they go first. It took a few minutes but it was decided that they would go from oldest to youngest. Raylan seemed happy with this as he caught the present that Minnie tossed over towards him. The redheaded boy bounced excitedly in his spot as he tore open the wrapping paper and chucked it across the room. Marlon casually got up to pick up the trash when his son made a high pitched sound of joy. He held up a small toy airplane to his face; his blue eyes practically sparkled with happiness. The boy looked down at the hat that was still in his lap. It was a deep brown hat with a fuzzy interior lining.

“That hat is called an aviator hat,” Minnie explained as she leaned back in her seat and wrapped her arms around Renata who sat in her lap.

“All the pilots wear it,” Renata added with a smile.

Raylan’s eye grew large as he placed the hat on his head and began to giggle as he played with the toy airplane while making special flying sounds. “Thanks, Auntie Renata and Minnie!” He smiled happily over at his aunts who returned the smile in kind.

“It's my turn!” Marley declared but her sneaky plan was found out immediately as Marlon shook his head.

“It would be best to wait your turn,” Tenn smiled gently to his niece who pouted but listened to him.

“Here ya go, Timothy,” Sophie handed over the present. “Hope Marlon and I did a good job this year,” Sophie reached up and took Marlon’s hand as he stood behind her. Ferdinand hopped up and sat beside her while Rosie moseyed over and plopped down next to Timothy. The boy scratched the dog’s ears before proceeding to carefully open the wrapping paper. It was as if he was worried he’d tear the gift if he was too rough with the wrapping paper. A small gasp left his lips when he saw a beautiful hardcover illustrated children’s book inside. He gently opened up the book and looked intently at the illustrations with awe dancing in his eyes.

“You like it, buddy?” Marlon’s voice made the young boy look up and give a nod. He held the book close to his chest with a soft smile. “Thanks, Auntie Sophie. Thanks, Uncle Marlon.”

“My turn?” Marley asked, her eyes looking over at her aunts with impatient hopefulness.

“It sure is,” Renata leaned over and lightly tossed over the gift. Marley practically lunged forward to grab it and didn’t wait a second before she tore through the wrapping paper and revealed a book on hobo signs. The blonde looked confused by the book for a second before Renata spoke up.

“It’s Billy Bob the Hobo’s book from Insane Trains and Planes!” Marley’s eyes sparkled and grew large at her aunt’s explanation. Her focus turned to the book as she flipped through it. Marley loved all the hobo signs, becoming completely captured by the images.

“We brought gifts too,” Mariana spoke up. “Although we just picked them up on the way.”

“I think all three of you will still like them though,” Tenn added with a kind smile.

All the kids seemed excited at the idea of more presents and so Mariana got up to get the plastic bag and handed it over to the three kids. All three of them worked together to open it together and pulled out three sets of fake mustaches. The trio gasped and began to put them on each other as the adults laughed. Once they had all gotten them on they ran over to hug Tenn and to Mari’s surprise she got hugs too.

“Looks like from now on you mustache the questions.” Renata smiled proudly at her pun. She continued to make more and more as the adults began to open gifts. The kids were all too excited about their gifts and repeating Renata’s puns to notice.

After the gifts had been shared, the three couples continued to talk as Raylan ran around as he pretended to fly the toy plane, chased by Ferdie. Marley and Timothy sat side by side, both of them completely wrapped up in their books. Every so often they would lift up their books and point out a cool picture or symbol in it while Rosie slept beside them. Time seemed to fly by and before anyone would've guessed it the oven’s timer went off, signalling that dinner was ready.

“Oh, looks like it’s time to feast!” Renata got up from her spot.

“Yes!” Sophie pumped her fist which her kids quickly mimicked.

“Wanna help me, Min?” Renata smiled lovingly at her wife who got up from her spot.

“I’d love to!”

“Soph and I can help,” Marlon moved forward along with his wife.

“Mari and I can too,” Tenn offered.

Soon the whole family was working to set the table while Renata and Minnie got the dishes out of the oven. It was a team effort but eventually the table was set and the free spots were filled with delicious Christmas food. Mari gave Tenn’s hand a quick squeeze, the couple sharing a happy smile that everything had turned out alright. Tenn’s family had accepted Mari with open arms. Sophie and Renata shared jokes while Minnie worked to serve the table along with Marlon. Everyone was chatting happily, excited for the Christmas feast and to enjoy the rest of the evening with the family they loved dearly.

#twdg #twdg sophie #twdg marlon #twdg minnie #twdg renata #twdg raylan #twdg marley #twdg timothy #twdg tenn #twdg mariana #twdg rosie #twdg ferdinand #twdg marlie #twdg minata #twdg tenniana #fanfic #ericson's diner au #twdg christmas #ericsonclanchristmaschallenge

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ouatimaginesnetwork · 7 years ago

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A Pregnancy and Parenting Journey: Part 1 (A HookedCamelot - Amelia and Killian OneShot)

Amelia and Killian discovering they are going to become parents. A/N: This story is in the universe of HookedCamelot and is somewhat a sub series to Becoming A Father, however is not following Becoming A Father fully as Killian has two hands and no hook in this story. It follows a set of imagine your otp in a series of family related situations. This journey will be over 10 parts. They already are parents to Madison but are back together so are technically becoming parents again. Part 1 is them actually discovering they are pregnant. Arthur is Amelia's twin brother in this series like Becoming A Father. Ruby is Amelia's ex in this story, not Mal like in Becoming A Father. Oh and this is set in a Modern universe. Killian does not have a hook in this storyMagic does exist though. Emma is Ingrid and Arthur's daughter in this story. Ship: Amelia x Killian Characters: Amelia, Killian, Regina, Ingrid, Arthur, Ruby, Robin, Zelena. Appearance from Emma. ~ Amelia Mills and Killian Jones had a love story that was very complicated. Amelia had been dating him when they were younger and she was distraught when he started being bad but he soon became better. He soon left and she was devastated, because she was devoted to him and also pregnant with their daughter. Two years after their daughter was born, Amelia, who had support from her beloved dashingly, handsome older twin brother and his girlfriend Ingrid, starting dating a girl called Ruby. Ruby had been her friend before they started dating, and she was great with Madison. However they soon broke up as Killian returned. Ingrid found Killian for Amelia and brought him home. Madison was soon growing up from the two year old she was. When she was three her parents got married. They decided to wait a while before they had another child. When Madison was ten they decided to try for another child. Amelia had brought back her best friend Helga from the dead after she was in an accident and aged slightly from using the magic. Amelia and Killian soon tried for a child together, hoping to have one. Killian hadn't actually been through the feeling of becoming a parent and Amelia hadn't had a nice experience despite the help from Ingrid, Arthur and her friends and family. So this felt like becoming parents for the first time, even though they had Madison. One day Amelia was talking to her sisters Regina and Zelena as well as her sister in law Ingrid and her friend Ruby in Frankie and Benny's, one of their two favourite hangouts the other being Granny's. Her best friend Robin had just gone to get some drinks for everyone. Amelia thought she was pregnant and she thought Ingrid knew too. 2 years ago Ingrid and Arthur had a daughter they called Emma, who was two years old. They had a son already who was four called Ryan. Like Amelia, Ingrid could spot the signs of a pregnancy due to having two children. Emma was currently sat with Arthur at the table looking through the kids menu, and playing with her daddy's beard. Amelia chuckled. "Ingrid, look, Emma likes my brother's beard." Ingrid looked at Emma. "Yes she does, she always likes playing with it but she might pull it off." Amelia laughed. "You should tell her that then." Ingrid turned to Emma. "Emma, sweetie, don't pull daddy's beard, you might pull it off." Emma listened to her mummy and sat on Arthur's knee instead. Amelia sighed. "I miss Madison being that young." "Well, haven't you guys being trying?" Arthur asked. "Yes, Killian and I have been trying to have a baby." Amelia told them. "Amelia, I do actually think you could be pregnant." Ingrid pointed out. Regina nodded. "You do decide to have decaf a lot and go for water or diet drinks." Amelia chuckled. "Well, I'll have to take a test. Ingrid, you have tests don't you?" Ingrid smiled. "I'll call at yours later and give some to you." Amelia nodded with a smile. Ingrid called at Amelia's house and handed over the tests, then went back to her house. Ingrid had given her two tests. Amelia went into the on-suite in her and Killian's bedroom and took the two tests. She waited for Killian to arrive home before finding out the results. He came up behind her kissing her neck. "Hello babe." He said. Amelia moaned into the neck kiss. "Killian, I took a pregnancy test. Well I took two, Ingrid gave me two. The results are nearly ready." Killian grinned and looked down at the tests when the timer beeped. Amelia looked at the tests too. "Killian they are both positive we are going to be parents together. Well, like officially together because I was without you with Madison." Killian grinned and held his wife in his arms kissing her neck. "I hope it's a boy." "I want either, but yes I do hope it's a boy too, so I can have two wonderful boys in my house." Amelia told him. A week later they went to Dr Whale for an appointment to see how far along Amelia was. Whale had been training 10 years earlier when Amelia gave birth to Madison and Whale had delivered Amelia's niece and nephew. Killian was anxiously waiting in the waiting room while Amelia checked herself in. He didn't know what he was doing, so he picked up the pregnancy magazine in front of him and started to read it. Amelia came over and placed her hand in his, looking at the magazine he was reading. "Is it a good read Killy?" Amelia asked. Killian shrugged. "I just picked it up, I was intrigued by it." Amelia chuckled. "Well, it's a magazine about pregnancy that mentions the basics and talks about everything you want to know. You can take it home." Killian nodded, smiling. Soon the two were told to come in, Killian bringing his magazine in. "Amelia, you are pregnant and the sample you provided confirmed this." Whale told them. "I would like to do the normal stuff so Killian would you go back to the waiting room." Whale added. Killian nodded heading back to the waiting room and continuing his reading. Killian was soon allowed back in when they did the scan to see how many weeks she was. Whale looked at the screen. "Amelia, you are roughly 12 weeks pregnant from the look of the scan. I'll see you again soon, I'll give you both a copy of the scan and for friends and family." Whale went to fetch the scan pictures. Amelia nodded looking at the screen and then at her stomach. "Oh that's why I felt like I was gaining some weight." Killian chuckled. "You're fine you don't look too pregnant yet babe." She giggled slightly. "You are charming and devilishly handsome Killian Jones, and also good at telling a women she isn't too pregnant." Whale gave them the scans and they left to go to the family meeting at Granny's. At Granny's they told everyone that Amelia was pregnant. Zelena smiled. "I knew it, you have been a bit different." Everyone laughed at Zelena and they all looked at the scan pictures. Amelia, Ruby and Ingrid went maternity shopping for some clothes for Amelia and they helped Amelia tell Madison she was to be a big sister. Madison was excited to be a big sister. And everyone was excited about the baby. Killian was finding his magazine interesting too. ~ Hope you enjoy part 1. Soph.

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ericsonclan · 4 years ago

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Hufflepuff’s Secret Weapons

Summary: It's Mariana's first Quidditch match and Gabe and the other Hufflepuffs are ready to cheer her on.

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Gabe felt his legs burn as he sprinted down the stairs in Hogwarts, cursing under his breath when he stumbled and fell slightly before regaining his balance and skidding down the hallway. His Hufflepuff robes blew in the wind while he moved through the outside walkway and towards the Grand Hall where he hoped he’d find a certain redhead Hufflepuff. His feet slid to a screeching halt when he entered the Grand Hall only to see that who he was looking for wasn’t there. Giving an awkward wave to the nearby Professor Pete who looked slightly peeved at his loud entrance, he dipped out of the room.

Just my luck. Gabe’s footsteps grew louder as he continued his search. She had promised to go to the Quidditch match with him and yet here he was searching half of the castle for her. How was it so hard to find a 5’11” girl, especially one who was as social and friendly as Sophie? He was about to turn down another corridor and hoped that his luck would be better when all of a sudden he heard a familiar laugh. It was Renata and wherever Renata was he was mostly likely to find the twins. Running towards the sound, he started to pick up on some of the conversation.

“Come on, Sophie, wasn’t it a fun surprise?” Renata’s mischief seeped deep into her words while still maintaining a cheery tone.

“No, Renata, Belch powder in my lunch wasn’t as much fun as you might think. I-” Sophie’s sentence was interrupted by a loud burp.

Renata’s laughter grew louder at that.

“I’m serious,” Sophie’s tone soon devolved into a fit of laughter as well though. “I was really looking forward to that roast chicken and mashed potatoes.”

“But it shouldn’t have affected the taste,” Renata stated simply.

Sophie was about to reply when she heard the crashing footsteps of Gabe. “Hey, Gabe. What’s up?” Sophie smiled over at her friend before her expression changed and her eyes grew large. “Oh shit, I forgot! It’s Mari’s first game.”

“Yeah, and I was looking everywhere for you,” Gabe said through short pauses as he caught his breath.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll buy you a butterbeer to make up for it.”

An excited smile appeared on Gabe’s lips. “I’m holding you to that, Soph.”

“I wouldn’t dare break a food promise,” Sophie smiled back at her fellow Hufflepuff before looking towards her best friend. “Don’t think this is over, Renata,” Sophie started to run backwards alongside Gabe.” No one messes with my food and gets away with it!” Sophie tried to have a serious look on her face but it was clear that she was having fun.

Renata chuckled at her with a bright smile. “Oh, I look forward to what trick you’ll try to pull!” Renata cupped her hands around her mouth. “Wish Mari luck for me!”

With that the two Hufflepuffs were off, talking excitedly about Mariana’s first Quidditch match.

“She’s totally gonna kick ass today,” Sophie looked over at Gabe with a smile.

“Yeah, I know! She’s been working super hard,” Gabe’s bright smile faded for a moment, replaced by a nervous look.

“Don’t worry. Keeper is the safest position on a Quidditch team,” Sophie’s comforting words seemed to help a bit.

Gabe gave a small nod and before they knew it they were at Quidditch pitch.

“Excuse me, sorry, excuse me,” Gabe flashed an apologetic smile as he moved past his fellow Hufflepuffs and made it to the front row area of the Hufflepuff viewing box. Already sitting there was

Prisha who gave a quick smile then motioned towards the two seats next to her.

“Thanks for saving us spots,” Sophie plopped down at the seat next to the Ravenclaw.

“The match is about to start in a few minutes. I was beginning to think you’d forgotten.”

Sophie was about to speak up to defend herself when Gabe leaned forward. “She did.”

“Hey!” Sophie playfully whacked Gabe’s shoulder before looking back at her friend. “But yeah, he’s right. I did almost forget because of Renata. She put BUUUURP,” Sophie shook her head from the force of the burp. “She put Belch powder in my food.”

Gabe started laughing beside Sophie while Prisha waved the air in front of her. “I could’ve never guessed,” Prisha’s sarcasm dripped with her words.

“But,” Sophie lifted up a finger, “I was able to make it thanks to Gabe. Besides, I couldn’t miss the match where Vi and Mari kick Slytherin’s ass.” Gabe nodded energetically with that statement.

Prisha was about to comment when Gabe shot up from his seat.

“There they are!” The other two followed his finger and noticed that the Hufflepuff Quidditch team was making their way out. The chasers led by the captain were the first out followed by the two beaters. Next was Mari who was readjusting her fingerless leather Quidditch gloves. Her attention was completely on that task until she felt a friendly back pat from Violet, the last member of the team, who gave a small reassuring smile before walking forward. Mariana quickly caught up, her Hufflepuff Quidditch robes blowing in the wind.

“Mari!” Gabe yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth. Mari looked up and immediately found her brother. A smile covered her face as she waved excitedly at him. “You’re gonna do great! Kick their asses!”

Mariana gave a dramatic thumbs up to her brother then realized that the rest of her team was waiting for her and ran forward.

Gabe sat back down, his positive energy slowly getting mixed with his nerves.

“It’s gonna be fine, Gabe,” Sophie put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Mariana has been awesome at practice and the rest of the team has her back.”

Gabe nodded along, his nerves slowly dying down. “Yeah, you’re right.” He awkwardly scratched the back of his head. “Guess I can’t help being a worried older brother.”

“Makes sense. I get worried all the time with Minnie even though I’m the younger twin.” Sophie was about to continue when she heard a familiar charismatic voice.

“Ladies and Gentleman, Badgers and Snakes!” Louis’ voice crackled over the speaker. “Get ready for quite the match between Syltherin and Hufflepuff!”

The two sides immediately started to get ready and within a few moments the whistle was sounded. With that everyone got into position and the ball was thrown in the air.

“Oh! Looks like Slytherin’s chasers are faster than Hufflepuff could have known!” Louis’ chipper voice echoed throughout the pitch. The chaser that had gotten the ball sped forward, diving and dodging attempts to block their ever increasing presence to the three ringed goals. Mariana stood ready, hovering in the middle of the three goals. Her eyes carefully tracked the chaser’s movement and with a gut reaction she flew over to the right goal and used the back of her broomstick to whack away the ball.

“Whooooo! Way to go, Mari!” Gabe cheered the loudest, jumping up from his spot. Sophie and Prisha also cheered along when Louis’ voice reappeared.

“Ooops, tough luck, buddy! Seems Hufflepuff’s newest Keeper is no joke!”

The ball was snagged once again by a Slytherin chaser only for one of the bludgers to appear next to him. With a desperate side dash, the chaser threw the ball only for it to be caught by the Hufflepuff leader. Dashing forward, they tossed it into the middle reigned goal with ease causing the Slytherin team to stare daggers at the Hufflepuff team.

“Better watch out! Seems like these snakes are about to bite!” Louis’ worry was not baseless as the Slytherin team used well-timed moves to grab back the ball and with some fake outs score a goal against the Hufflepuff’s Keeper. Mariana’s face fell for a moment before she heard the encouraging cheers of her brother. With newfound determination, she focused on the game. Mariana’s focus paid off as she blocked goal after goal from the opposing team. She used simple yet creative ways to block the attacks, her poise unwavering. But the Slytherin team was no pushover and soon the game had been going on for nearly an hour.

“This is a tight game, folks!” Louis leaned back in his spot in the viewer box. “It’s 100 to 90 so whichever team gets that sneaky little snitch will win the game.” Just as he had finished that sentence the snitch was released from its box. “And just like that, the snitch is up for grabs!”

Violet’s eyes tried to follow the snitch’s pattern but it was bizarre and incoherent. Pushing her broomstick forward, Violet zoomed upward.

The Slytherin seeker dashed forward, bumping harshly into Violet. Violet gritted her teeth as she pushed back, the pair entering a stalemate as they flew up in the air. The snitch flew further up and slipped through the Slytherin seeker’s grasp. Violet used the chance to fly forward but the snitch suddenly dived down and into the wooden beams of the stands. Violet was about to follow when a bludger cut through the air towards her. Swearing, Violet released her right hand’s grasp on the handle of the broomstick and slipped underneath. But the bludger soon turned around and zoomed towards her. Violet let both of her hands free from the broomstick and was gripping onto the broomstick with nothing but her legs as she flew haphazardly through the air. Prisha looked up in horror, clutching her hands tightly together.

“It’s okay. Vi’s got this,” Sophie placed her hand on Prisha’s shoulder. But it did little to nothing to help as Prisha watched her girlfriend losing her grip on her broomstick.

“T-The Hufflepuff seeker is struggling in the sky. Her grasp on her broomstick is slipping!” Louis had risen up from his spot, his voice thick with worry. “But knowing her, she’s gonna find a way around it!” The bludger seemed on a vengeful path towards Violet once again when the two Hufflepuff beaters swooped forward and tag teamed the bludger, sending it towards the Slytherin seeker.

“The Slytherin seeker seems to have lost the snitch and to add more bad luck to his pot of misery, it looks like the bludger is heading straight for him!”

The seeker looked back, his eyes widening in fear before he made a desperate lunge upward to get out of the wrathful bludger’s way. Violet had readjusted on her broom and within seconds had found the snitch again. Her eyes hardened as she dove down deeply, not stopping until she nearly hit the grassy field. Her fingers brushed against the grass as she did a sharp turn to get under the stands where the snitch had hid again. She moved forward, dodging wooden beam after wooden beam, her eyes darting left and right while the snitch teasingly soared just inches out of her reach.

A loud thud behind her made it obvious that the Slytherin seeker had rejoined the hunt for the snitch. Violet put all of her attention back on the snitch which slipped out of the opening and back to the pitch. She pushed forward, willing her broomstick to go faster as she extended her hand out. Her fingertips brushed against the snitch but were always out of reach. Throwing caution to the wind, Violet jumped forward, snatching up the snitch in her arms, all the while hoping she had timed it right with her broom. Landing roughly on the broom, Violet threw up her arm that held the fluttering snitch.

The loudspeakers were filled with happy cheers before Louis cleared his throat. “Looks like Hufflepuff wins!”

Sophie, Prisha and Gabe all jumped and started to cheer loudly while Violet was met with the congratulations of her team. Mariana flew beside her and started talking animatedly with the seeker.

Soon the teams had landed and were immediately greeted by the others.

Gabe ran forward and gave his little sister a huge, warm hug, the weight of which had the two swaying back and forth. “You were so awesome out there, Mari!” Gabe exclaimed proudly.

Mariana gave a light-hearted chuckle. “Thanks, I guess I’ve got quite the skills.”

“No joke, you were great!” Sophie’s voice caused the siblings to pull apart from their hug. “Marlon better watch out whenever Hufflepuff goes against Gryffindor.”

Mariana was about to reply when she noticed out of the corner of her eye Prisha sprinting forward and tackling Violet in a long, loving hug. It was clear that the match had shook up Prisha a bit.

Violet immediately wrapped her arms around her girlfriend and started to whisper reassuring words.

“Well, well, well, Garcia, you’re no newbie!” Louis smiled enthusiastically over at the group of Hufflepuffs while he strode forward. “With you and Vi as Hufflepuff’s secret weapons, I’d better warn my house to work hard.”

“That’s right! Hufflepuff is going to take the Inter-House Quidditch Cup!” Gabe stated proudly while Mariana playfully nudged her brother’s side.

“Come on, Gabe, I still have a ways to go.” She smiled at her brother before looking over at Louis with a confident smirk. “But yeah, we’re going to kick Ravenclaw’s ass this year!”

“Big words!” Louis chuckled before he noticed that Prisha and Violet had joined the group. “Crazy seeking today, Vi.”

“Yeah, seriously, that was pretty badass!” Gabe added with a smile.

“Yeah,” Violet awkwardly scratched the back of her neck. “Just glad it worked out,” She gave Prisha’s hand a gentle squeeze as she looked over at her girlfriend.

“Well, I don’t know about you two,” Sophie gestured to the two Ravenclaws, “But we’re going to celebrate a successful match! I’m buying butterbeer for all!” Sophie’s declaration was met with excited chatter. “So Louis, Prisha, you game?” Sophie flashed a bright smile back and forth between the two. “ I’d love to,” Prisha replied.

“Sounds delicious, count me in,” Louis smiled. “Besides, I need to talk to Gabe and Mari and let them know that Ravenclaw’s Quidditch team is no pushover!” Louis pulled on the sides of his Hogwarts robes.

The Garcia siblings let out a confident snort at the same time while they began to debate with Louis. Sophie led the group towards the secret door that led all the way to Hogsmeade while Prisha and Violet brought up the rear, simply enjoying each other’s company. The group laughed and chatted as they made their way towards Hogsmeade and the promised butterbeers that were waiting for them.

#twdg #fanfic #wizarding world au #twdg gabe #twdg mariana #twdg sophie #twdg violet #twdg prisha #twdg privet #twdg louis #louis violet brotp

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