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amberjazmyn · 6 months

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dr spencer reid one-shot

𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 - grievances

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 - emotions, death, hospitals, flashbacks, gets happier towards the end.

𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 - dr spencer reid's first wife maeve dies during the childbirth of her fourth child (their eldest is jazmyne, kenzie, noah, ryder and lennon is the newborn) spencer moves on and starts falling in love with florianna who is the best friend of spencer and maeve. pretty much this is focused on spencer and jazmyne's grief the most due to the other three, (noah, ryder and lennon) not being able to know fully what has happened and why mamma maeve is no longer coming home with lennon.

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 - this is an already written imagine from an old book of mine however, i just want to imagine it with dr spencer reid and have it as kind of an au where maeve didn't die due to diane like she did in zugzwang in the show. as always, please, if any of these warnings trigger you, either don't read it at all or read with caution. flashbacks will be in italicised font and present-day will be in the normal font.

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two years ago| spencer's pov

jazmyne, my eldest daughter, fifteen, out of my now five children was stirring in my lap as her head laid there as the rest of her body was spread out on a couple of hospital waiting room chairs, trying to get her to sleep even though i knew, despite her being my eldest daughter, that she hated sleeping in the hospital. which, in turn, was very different to her two younger brothers, noah and ryder. however, i knew i couldn't leave maeve, my wife and the mother of my now five kids. just in case maeve woke up, i didn't want her to wake up on her own, especially considering she's just given birth to our brand new baby girl, lennon emily, i didn't want her to freak out and wonder where everyone was. just as a backstory, i have five kids, jazmyne lorde is my eldest and she is fifteen and is actually in theory my step-daughter from maeve's previous relationship, mackenzie rose is my second eldest and is actually adopted from kenzie and jazmyne's school teacher, and she is the same age as jazmyne, noah colton is my third eldest and he's seven, ryder morgan is our fourth child and he is five and lennon, is our fifth child who was just born a couple of hours ago and, during maeve's pregnancy with lennon, it was quite dangerous but, we were told that once maeve had actually given birth to lennon that everything would be fine. and that, maybe, hopefully, we'd still get my wife back afterwards.

how long we'd have to wait until we got the all-clear to drive back to quantico, i'd spend it waiting here in this very hospital waiting room just to make sure that the love of my life was okay. i know how much my eldest despises the hospital and, i feel awful that i'm doing this, i truly do, but we were the only family of maeve's that was close enough to make sure she was okay. florianna, a best friend of maeve and myself was also with us as she helped jaz and i take care of noah, ryder and lennon when we had visiting hours to check in on maeve as mackenzie wasn't with us but with her biological mom.

"jazzy, please, my darling, can you try to get some sleep? it's nearly midnight, can you at least try for dad? please?" i cry out in distress whilst my two boys and lennon were all fast asleep in the hospital bed that was in the room we had been provided, jazzy just couldn't - and i knew it was because of how terrified she was of hospitals but, i just needed to get jaz off to sleep

"no, dad! i don't like it here! i want mom to wake up and to go back home! i just want to be back home in quantico with our family and mackenzie and just hang out together!" jaz tiredly cries into my chest as hearing her say that as my fifteen-year-old girl makes my heart shatter even more

"jazzy, baby, i know you want to be home, i do too but, we just can't. not whilst mom is in the state she's in, we need momma to get better! maybe if i place you with noah and ryder, you'll sleep?" i tried, usually if jazzy slept with noah and ryder, she was able to fall asleep by the click of a finger, pulling her closer to my bare chest as i tried to get her to sleep - a knock at the door gains our attention

it was florianna, she had a small but tired smile on her face, her hair was still done up in the braids that jazzy had doe earlier in the morning before maeve had given birth to lennon.

"hey spence, hey jazzy," she spoke quietly as not to wake the two boys up as jaz and i smiled back, both of us responding

"hey flor," "hey florianna,"

florianna smiled, running her hand through jaz's hair and then her hands through mine as jaz was still resting against my chest, her legs most likely going numb from not having any movement for the past few hours.

"spence, the nurses are suggesting it's probably about time you, jaz, noah and ryder go back home. the last i heard, i think kenzie has been trying to get ahold of jazmyne. and, before you even think to argue with me spencer walter reid, i've already agreed on staying with jj overnight for the rest of the week to see if maeve wakes up and to also take care of lennon. besides, despite the fact you think you're hiding this pretty well, i damn well know how badly you're also wanting to be home, come on spence, listen to your daughter and go home! i've already spoken to hotch and rossi and they are just as worried about maeve as you are! i promise, if there are any, and i mean any updates maeve, you are the first person i'm calling, okay?" florianna hadn't ever been so stern with me before but, i knew she was right and i knew i shouldn't have been ignoring jaz in the way i had been so, i agreed, knowing that maeve was going to be safe with florianna and jj

"fine, but you...you promise if anything changes or happens, you ring me?" i double-check as my voice shakes, florianna comes closer, grabbing a tight hold of my hand as i jolt slightly, letting jaz slide off my lap as she gets her hoodie and then goes to wake up her two brothers as florianna nods her head

"i pinky swear spencer! anything that changes or what have you, you are the first person i'm ringing no matter what!" florianna spoke firmly as i nodded my head, believing her as i then slipped my hoodie on considering i had been shirtless the whole time, i then grabbed noah out of jaz's grip as she still held ryder tightly as he laid asleep on her shoulder, giving florianna a hug as we then walked out of the hospital room, jaz grabbing our overnight bag

for three days, jaz, noah, ryder and i had now been home and still we hadn't received any texts or calls from either florianna or jj in regards to maeve and her current state and, it honestly scared me. kenzie had been "grounded" by her biological mom, marnie, hence why we haven't been able to see kenzie. and, i hadn't even realised i had been so silent until morgan had come over to ask why jaz was crying whilst noah and ryder were perfectly fine.

"hey, reid, why is jazmyne crying - shane!" morgan went to ask me why jaz had been crying when he realised i zoned out

"huh?" i responded as morgan sighed, he knew, everyone at the bau knew how worried i've been about maeve and the younger kids that, i just haven't really been able to concentrate or really focus on anything like i'd usually be able to

"spence, we all know you're worried about maeve and the four kids but, what about jaz, she's your kid too. she's just as worried about her mom then you are. yes, she's the eldest but, that makes no difference! she's been crying for the past five minutes, i can't even calm her down, neither can emily. and that isn't normal at all, reid! please, help calm your daughter down, reid, she needs you due to the fact that her mom is sick and in the hospital right now, and apart from her uncles, aunties and other family members, you're the only parent she has right now!" morgan spoke softly but sternly with a sad look in his eyes as i gulped, nodding my head, he's right, i can't be selfish and ignore jaz just because she's the eldest

"sorry morgan," i sniffled, finally letting myself have a cry as well, morgan sighing sadly and sitting next to me to calm me down

"reid, don't apologise, your wife is in the hospital after giving birth to a wonderful baby girl after we all thought she was in the clear. it is totally normal and okay to cry and worry but, don't let that worry consume you. especially when you have four other kids, most especially your fifteen-year-old to look after as well," morgan spoke softly and comfortingly as he rubbed my back as i nodded my head, wiping away my tears with my hoodie sleeve as that's when jazmyne came in front of me

although she was fifteen, she climbed into my lap, she still felt like a little kid around me but we had no care in the world considering she was maeve and i's first kid.

"dad...dad, is...is momma gonna be okay? is she gonna wake up?" jazmyne sniffled as i gulped, biting my lip, doing whatever it was i could to stop my own tears from falling in front of her as i just hugged her tighter, pulling her closer as morgan just watched on

"of course, she will jaz, it just takes time okay? but i promise you, she'll wake up and when she does, we can have kenzie back over and she'll be a reid forever..." i said with a shaky voice as jazmyne smiled which made me smile although i was just as scared and uncertain as jazmyne was about maeve waking up

present-day - spencer's pov

"...dad, why did you lie to me when you said that mom was going to wake up and that kenzie was going to come home with us?!" jazmyne suddenly screams, i felt the tears in the back of my eyes suddenly well up

the last time jazmyne screamed at me was when she was still trying to come to terms with the fact that she had lost her mom when she was fifteen-years-old.

"i...i...jaz..." just as i went to explain to her as now everyone had locked eyes on jazmyne and me, she screams once more and then runs...no...she storms upstairs to her room, slamming the door shut as it frightens everyone due to the loud noise it made

"...just shut up dad! i hate you! i hate florianna! i hate everyone in this goddamn house! i just want my mom back! why is that so hard to understand?!" she screams as she then runs upstairs to her room after which she slams her door shut, all of us jumping in fear

as soon as jazmyne's door slams shut, a sob comes out of nowhere and left my mouth as i sunk from my standing position to the floor below, my legs not able to hold the weight of my body up anymore

"oh...spence..." florianna whispered as she ran over to comfort me and the tears don't stop, and neither do the loud wails that caused my entire body to shake

florianna pulls me into her arms and i cried into her chest as she tries to get me to calm down, i look up to notice morgan and jj had both agreed to go upstairs to see jazmyne as it had all of a sudden gone quiet. thanking every god i could think of that penelope and emily were playing with noah, ryder and lennon otherwise i'd rather die right now than see my other kids see their older sister in this sort of state.

"ssh, it's okay spence, let it all out. derek and jayje have gone upstairs to see if jaz is okay. everything is goign to be fine, babe. i know you miss maeve, and so do i but, we have to be as strong as we can for the kids, okay?" florianna sternly spoke as i nodded my head, sniffling as i got up off the floor and the both of us followed derek and jj up the stairs to jazmyne's room

florianna and i had made it to jazmyne's room where the door was closed, giving us the obvious that derek and jj had gotten through to her somehow and got her to allow them to talk to her.

morgan's pov

"...jazmyne, we know how much you're missing your mom. trust me, i was best friends with your mom and i miss maeve, as does everyone, however, what you just said to your dad was not nice, okay? you made him really upset, you realy gave him a fright when you yelled at him as well," softly, i reached my hand over to my niece who gulped, finally lifting her head up, making me smile in slight shock that i got through to her so quickly

then, jazmyne finally, lifted her head up and her face was littered with tears. i shared a sad look with jj as i had to figure this out.

"i...i'm sorry uncle derek but, i...i really miss mom! i mean, florianna's great, i really do love her but, knowing that she's mom's best friend just makes it hurt even more and i..." before jazmyne could continue, jj shushed her and calmed her down

"...shh, jaz, it's okay babe, we all know how much you're missing your mom, we all miss her just as much *soft giggle* however, as uncle derek said, you shouldn't have yelled at your dad like that. he is also still grieving the loss of your mom as well as trying to balance five kids on his own and having you yelling at him, telling him that you hate him isn't going to bring your mom back now is it?" jj was also soft but motherly in her tone, sitting in front of jaz, sitting criss-cross as she gulped, shaking her head no - it was shocking that jj was getting through to jazmyne the way she was

"no," she responded as she pressed her hands together, noticing how sweaty they were as i rubbed her back, giving me a small smile and then giving one to jj

"exactly jaz so, we're gonna stand up and just right outside, florianna and your dad are waiting and you're going to apologise and give your dad the biggest hug ever because he really needs it. he miss mom so much and, you are one of five remaining things he's got left of your mom alongside your siblings so, make sure you hug him as tightly as you can!" jj said with a small smile as jazmyne nodded her head, making jj and i smile - yes, we actually got through to her!

we then all stood up as jazmyne opened the door, florianna and spencer were outside waiting as jazmyne ran straight over to spencer as he catches her. straight away, they both broke down into tears as i bit my lip, stopping myself from crying.

"i...i'm so sorry daddy! i...i don't hate you, i just really miss mom and with her and kenzie not being here, it just hurts. and i'm sorry to you as well, florianna. i don't hate you either, it's just, knowing you are mom's best friend makes it hurt even more as it reminds me all the time of what i've lost and it...it scares me that i'm gonna lose you and i...i don't want that," jazmyne sobs out into her dad's shoulder as i share a look with jj as we sigh quietly - jazmyne was still learning about what this word, grief, meant and all of her aunties and uncles in the bau were very familiar with that term after dealing with so much death due to our jobs

"thank you for apologising jazzy but, it is okay. i know you don't hate me because i understand that this is all due to missing your mom. i miss her too, we all do, every single day. but, please, don't yell at me like that ever again, okay? if you want to scream, the best idea is to scream into a pillow. remember the lavender pillow that mom gave to you for your birthday? use that, trust me, it works and i do it almost all the time before i go to bed, i just scream into my pillow and smell your mom's perfume and, i feel ten times better," spencer smiles, pulling out of the hug as jazmyne smiles back, wiping her tears away as she nods her head

two years ago - spencer's pov

"...where's my wife?! where is she?!" i scream, tears streaming down my face as i try to figure out where she went

for context, my wife wasn't in the same hospital room she was in last week when florianna and jj were staying here and, no messages were sent from florianna to me about a room change so i was furious - not at florianna but at the hospital as usually, you'd think that they'd be the ones to contact you about a room change, not your best friend but, apparently, you get neither!

"sir...sir, can you please calm down? who is it that you are trying to find?" a nurse suddenly runs in front of me and i slightly calm down, i gulp as i see my hands shake in front of me before i respond

"my wife, maeve reid, she's been in room 392b for about, ah, i don't know, a few months in and out since giving birth to our newborn daughter, lennon emily reid. but, when i just then went inside to visit her, there was no one in there! is my wife okay? we...we have five kids, two fifteen-year-olds, a little seven-year-old, a five-year-old and a newborn together! please, tell me that maeve is okay?!" i say as my breathing speeds up as i feel another round of tears well in my eyes as i try to keep them from streaming down my cheeks

i then hear footsteps come up behind me, a hand pulling me back, i instantly recognise it as morgan. i feel my breathing start to regulate properly, knowing that my bau family were here for me.

"okay, what's your name sir and, who are these people behind you?" the kind nurse whose nametag introduced her as dr rachel johnson asks as i look behind me before responding

"i...i'm dr spencer reid, maeve's husband, i have four of my five children and i-uh..."

"--we're the rest of his family, doctor johnson if you please, we'd really like it if we could go in and find out what's wrong with maeve, please, that is all we're asking for!" morgan interrupts as i smile at the ground before i looked back up as doctor johnson nodded her head

"okay, my apologies, come with me guys. in regards to the reason why we've moved maeve from room 392b to just a couple of rooms down from this waiting room was i think due to some issues that were happening that i am not fully aware of so, apologies for that. however, because i am only just a registered nurse, you'll have to wait until maeve's midwife and surgeon who was actually the two managing and taking care of her, arrive to find out what it is that's wrong with her. so, i'll unfortunately, have to ask you all to just, as patiently as you can, wait here until one of maeve's surgeons or midwives is able to give you the information you need. thank you for being so patient dr reid and company," doctor johnson was professional as she could be as she was then whisked away into another waiting room across the hall

i then fell back into the chair behind me as i heard crying - i turned to see it was my daughter jazmyne, she was crying into her knees as my heart shattered. her brothers were sound asleep and had absolutely no clue what was going on. i moved closer to jazmyne as i notice the rest of her uncles and family looking over at jazmyne and me, and i could easily tell that they were heartbroken as well. jazmyne leans her head into my chest and i pull her closer as she sobs. i bite my lip to stop my own cries despite the difficulty that was.

"ssh, jaz, it's okay babe! mom's going to be just fine, okay?" i try to calm jazmyne down as her cries just get louder - this is the one thing about parenting that i struggle with, watching and hearing my children cry and not knowing exactly how to comfort them or cry with them

morgan and i share a look, morgan knowing the exact look of wishing he could take the pain away. he bites his lip as i know he wanted to cry now as well, jj had started crying long ago but, morgan didn't want to cry. he wanted to stay strong for his nieces and nephews and, i don't blame him as i felt the same way.

"when...when will she wake up? i miss mom!" jaz sobs as i close my eyes, hoping it was all just a dream and that we were on a beach or on holiday with the family, not in the hospital

"i...i don't know jaz, i really don't know and i am so sorry that i can't give you a proper answer!" i respond tearfully as jaz sobs again and i feel awful as that was when doctor johnson came back over to us with somewhat of a hopeful look on her face which made my heart race

"ahem, i...i am so sorry if this is something i'm interrupting but,dr reid, is it okay if i just grab you for a second, privately? one of jaz's uncles can take her and the boys but, i just really need to tell you this in private due to the children..." doctor johnson spoke in a hushed sort of tone as i gulped, nodding my head as i released my grip on jazmyne, morgan and jj immediately grabbing her, jj's fingers massaging her head as rossi and hotch watched over noah and ryder, whilst prentiss was on the phone to kenzie's biological mom giving her updates about maeve's condition- doctor johnson leading the both of us into a hallway a couple of doors down from the waiting room

"...so, what's up with maeve, has there been any new news about her from her midwives or surgeons?" i ask as i bite the inside of my lip as doctor johnson takes a second which worries me slightly

"that's the thing, dr reid. when maeve was pregnant with lennon, it was always known from the beginning that it would be a troublesome pregnancy. i also understand that you guys were told that as soon as lennon was to be delivered that maeve would be fine and that within twenty-four to forty-eight hours that she'd be discharged along with your daughter however, that obviously was not true as maeve has been here for way longer than expected. and that is because, something irregular with maeve's blood was detected and, it looked as if it was a tear which has caused internal bleeding---" this was all too much for me to comprehend but, maeve's going to survive right? i mean, she has to, we have five kids together for fuck sake, we have jazmyne, kenzie, noah, ryder and lennon together!

"---wha...what? but, maeve's okay, right? like, she's gonna survive? she...she's going to wake up?" i ask, feeling myself panic, please tell me that maeve's going to wake up, i can't have my five children, especially little lennon grow up without their mam

"just as i was about to explain before you cut me off, dr reid, there is a high percentage rate of her not waking up," my heart fell with a thud into my chest as she said that and my eyes widen

"do you know the percentage of maeve waking up?" i asked as tears brimmed my eyes, i mean, is there even going to be a survival rate for maeve considering her death rate is already so high but still unknown

"i actually have no idea dr reid, i was not told. however, because we don't think maeve is going to last through the night without complications, we think it's best if you go visit her, her room number is 583b. i suggest you also grab all of the children and the aunties and uncles. of course, the younger boys, noah and ryder aren't going to fully understand but, even if jazmyne and kenzie, if you can get her here, get confused as well, try to make it somewhat easier for all of them to understand but if you can't make them understand, i am more than happy to explain it to them. but, i...uh, i'm terribly sorry about this dr reid, all of us who've been working directly and even those indirectly with maeve were really hoping for it to end in any way but this way and, i'm sorry we can't have it end positively with maeve..." i feel my heart shatter and drown as i try to come to terms with what doctor johnson just revealed as she then speaks up again

"...oh, and before i forget, for a few moments, it did look as though she was responding with the movements of limbs but, it wasn't anything to suggest that it was an improvement because almost straight away, she went back down. but, besides that, if you'll come back with me, i can walk with you and tell the rest of the family about maeve so you don't have to and then, i can lead you guys to 583b and say your final goodbyes to her," doctor johnson spoke professionally, without skipping a beat as i nodded my head, a single tear slipping down my cheek as my worst fear had come true - my best friend dying on me, leaving me as a single father to our five children

"thank you doctor johnson," was all that i could muster saying from my mouth as i follow behind doctor johnson as we walk back to the group, noticing that kenzie hadn't arrived like her mom said she would be and the doctor breaks the news to them

straight away, jazmyne runs over to me, seeing her aunty jj struggle to hold back her tears with uncle derek right next to her, jj's husband, will, on derek's other side. jazmyne then looked up at me with sad and confused eyes as my heart broke, again.

"dad... why is aunty jj crying? and why isn't kenzie here with us?" jazmyne questioned in confusion as my heart shatters and i bite my lip and take a deep breath - ready to tell her when doctor johnson steps in instead

"jaz..."

"...jazmyne, sweetheart, the reason why some of your family members are crying is that something has happened to your mommy since giving birth to your sister, lennon," doctor johnson started as jazmyne tilted her head to the side to look for kenzie only to see that she wasn't there and turned her head back, bunching up to her uncle and aunty watching what was happening

"what do you mean doctor johnson? is mom okay? does kenzie know about this?" jazmyne asks as my heart cracks - yes, she was fifteen and a big girl, as is kenzie which is why she should be here, but in this situation, i had never seen one of my girls look so small and afraid in their lives, turning to look away, i look back to notice that derek had wrapped his arm around me - his partner savannah watching over noah and ryder as they both fell asleep

"remember when dad mentioned that mommy was sick?" aunty jj shakily jumps in, wiping her tears away as she moves closer to jazmyne as she nods her head, aunty jj going down to her knees to level with jazmyne as they hug each other as doctor johnson continues

"yeah...but, you're not listening to me, what about kenzie? does she know about this?" jazmyne mumbles with a head nod after she panics about kenzie not being here, doctor johnson taking over

"...well, jazmyne, because you and your siblings' mommy is sick, she has been having to stay here in this hospital like baby lennon had to, to make sure she could get better, however, there is a chance that due to the sickness your mommy has, it is doubtful that she's going to wake up again..." doctor johnson pauses again as jazmyne and aunty jj look at each other and then around at everyone else - jazmyne then making eye contact with all of her uncles and aunties whilst jj just looks down to the floor

"...wait, what? why wouldn't mommy wake up? she...she has to... what about baby lennon? what about me and kenzie? what about noah and ryder? what about dad? what's going on..." jazmyne started to panic as aunty jj tries to calm her down by pulling her closer to her body

"...jazmyne, sweetheart, mom isn't going to wake up, she's going to die..." although everyone else apart from my kids were adults, still hearing doctor johnson say that maeve, the mother of my children was going to die was still hard to hear as jazmyne starts to whimper, jj once again, trying to calm her down

"...mom's not going to come home, dad?" jazmyne questioned, looking towards me, her voice small as that was the moment that all of our hearts broke

"mhm, mom's not coming home, jaz," i whispered as tears streamed down my cheeks and jj let go of jazmyne, who ran over to me as i picked her up, both of us sobbing whilst her brothers noah and ryder reacted differently - the two boys latched on to each other but neither cried just yet and lennon, she was having her last few hospital evaluations in the nicu

present-day -spencer's pov

it was a school day for four of five of my children however, for jazmyne and kenzie, since they were both in junior year, their school teacher had allowed her students to bring in the parent/parents of the student/students so they could all share about the occupation of their parent as a way to inspire the other junior students who were about to start their senior year. and, obviously, although both girls didn't want to also bring florianna, who was also an fbi agent, jazmyne and kenzie just brought me in as florianna needed to take care of lennon back home, the baby of the family. we were having a discussion in class about something in regard to the work i do as an fbi agent with the bau when a school friend, macie had questioned why maeve hadn't come since i was the only single parent in the session which got kenzie also wondering where maeve was.

"...jaz, kenzie, what about your dad's job? he's still with the bau, right? also, where's your guys' mom, maeve?" macie, a best friend of jazmyne and kenzie questioned as my eyes widened, i sworn i had told kenzie's mom, marnie, who was also the girls' school teacher not to mention maeve as recently, jazmyne hadn't been coping well so, i was scared at how she would react and in turn, how kenzie was going to react since i'm guessing marnie still hadn't told her

both jazmyne and kenzie's heads shoot up from their early junior certificate testing that the two sisters had both been working as i couldn't distinguish how jazmyne was feeling but, i could tell that kenzie was confused. however, neither girl cried, they didn't scream. jazmyne was strong and confident but then, kenzie because of her confusion, asked since she was also wondering where maeve was. and jazmyne answered without hesitation which shocked me and kenzie. not because i thought she couldn't do it, but, because jazmyne answered so straightforwardly knowing that it was definite at this point that marnie had decided to just not mention it at all to kenzie. and, this was something that adults my age struggle with and, jazmyne and kenzie have both only just turned seventeen.

"oh, she died two years ago kenzie and macie, she never got to leave the hospital. the blood loss she suffered after she had given birth to lennon was too much and, the nurses couldn't control it in time and it was too late. we would've thought marnie would have told you, kenz?" jazmyne spoke softly, macie spacing out as jazmyne shrugged her shoulders empathetically to kenzie who looked as though it was the first time she was being told this news from her friend

"oh..." kenzie responded as marnie interrupted when kenzie was just about to apologise

"...oh my gosh! i am so sorry jazmyne and dr reid, class and parents please, continue with whatever it is you were doing..." marnie spoke out loud before moving closer to me, my two daughters and macie who wasn't even listening and engaged in the conversation anymore and continued

"...that was so rude of kenzie to ask you! she knows to not talk about it, most especially during class, jazmyne, dr reid, are you two okay?" marnie hushed harshly before calming down and rushing over to my two girls to make sure they were fine, both of them smiling and looking identical to their mom as they nodded their heads

although she wasn't engaged anymore, macie decided to nudge jazmyne to speak up, "it's okay mrs nelson, i'm okay and so is my dad. i mean, if kenzie didn't know and wants to know, she has that right. it is okay to ask things like that sometimes as long as it doesn't get too personal and even then, have you met me and kenzie's dad? but, thank you for asking if we're okay i guess but, seriously, we're totally fine, please, don't baby us!" jazmyne smiled as that shocked the entire class, including kenzie and macie but, i couldn't hide my smile - both of my girls were definitely maeve and i's girls, and yes, i'm talking about kenzie as well as jazmyne

getting called out by one of her students definitely was embarrassing for marnie but, she picked herself up and continued, "well, i...i'm still going to make kenzie apologise, alright jaz? asking someone where their mother or father is, is not okay, and she needs to learn that, even at seventeen, she needs to learn that not every single one of her friends has both parents in their lives as she does and she needs to know that and be sensitive towards it," marnie splutters out as jazmyne and kenzie nod their heads as they go back to the early junior certificate for next year when they were both eighteen alongside macie when marnie pulls me aside

she looked sort of mad that her "daughter" asked jazmyne and me about maeve after macie had mentioned it but, to be honest, did marnie even explain it properly or at all to kenzie as it's been two years since maeve died? or, did she just forget about that bit like it was nothing because kenzie was too young? and just decided to tell kenzie that maeve was just going to stay sleeping in a hospital bed for a while? then i notice the face that kenzie made when her mom said that she knew not to talk about it and how it really looked as if kenzie legitimately had no clue about maeve's death two years on.

"i am so sorry..." just as marnie was going to splutter out a useless apology on behalf of her very capable seventeen-year-old daughter, i stopped her

"...marnie, just stop for a second. did you seriously tell kenzie at all as to what happened to maeve or did you just expect that as she got older that she'd find out on her own as to why she never went to the hospital or to the funeral to help her best friend and sister say the eulogy that she had helped jazmyne write like we agreed she would?" i was stern in my approach not just as an fbi agent but as a father as marnie looks at me in shock as if i couldn't raise my voice at anyone on my own without maeve or without crying over it

"wha...what, of course, i did, that's--"

"--no, she didn't, dad," kenzie's sweet voice came up from behind as i gave the girl a proud smile after she stood up for herself in front of her biological mom - but also smiling due to being called 'dad'

"she refused to even let me ask about you guys for an entire year before she could even mention maeve because she didn't want to get upset and "cry" over a friend which, i'm sorry miss nelson but, what the actual fuck?" kenzie was angry as the lunch bell then rang

the other students and parents apart from jazmyne, kenzie and macie leaving as marnie tried so hard to make what her own biological daughter was saying to seem like a lie when really, as an fbi agent with the bau, i believed my daughter more than her biological mom. it was also telling when kenzie called her "mom" by her teacher name rather than "mom" but called me dad.

"really, kenzie? she never mentioned anything to you about what happened to maeve during lennon's birth? even though emily made sure that marnie would give you those updates after constantly being on the phone to update her about it? so, the first time you actually hear about it is from jazmyne and macie?" i questioned with my arms crossed over as both my daughters as well as macie nod their heads as i turn back around to look at marnie who looked as though she had seen a ghost - in which, she bloody damn will in a second and it won't be maeve's happy ghost either!

"yes, i am serious dad, miss nelson hasn't ever mentioned once why florianna has now been living with you guys and why maeve hasn't been around when i've stayed over and why i didn't go to the hospital or the funeral even though i was supposed to because i wasn't even told about the hospital or that the funeral was for maeve in the first place, even when i helped jaz write the eulogy, it was never specified who i was writing it for," kenzie looked at me with teary eyes as my heart shattered for her in the same way it did two years ago - why would marnie not even tell her "daughter" about the loss of her adoptive mom?

kenzie then started to cry, obviously very overwhelmed from the situation earlier and now only just finding out that for the last two years, her adoptive mother had been decseased and she had no clue the entire time. without hesitation, jazmyne and macie rushed over and pulled their best friend in for a hug whilst marnie just stayed stagnant and did nothing to even try and comfort her "daughter".

comforting their sister and best friend, jazmyne and macie hugged kenzie tightly, jazmyne speaking up, "oh, kenzie, it's okay. it's not your fault you didn't know, i should have realised that miss nelson wasn't telling you and i should have then told you myself and figured out a way to have you at the hospital and the funeral. i just assumed you knew already since macie knew parts and parcel of it already but not the full picture," jazmyne whispered as macie nodded her head as they hugged kenzie as closely as they could as i stopped marnie from coming any closer - truthfully, i don't think kenzie wanted to even look at her ever again, thanking god that it was still lunch break

"no, marnie, stay away. i don't even think kenzie wants to look at you and i wouldn't blame here if she'd never want to be seen next to you ever again. especially considering how long you kept this news from her knowing that you'd be losing her because of me and maeve's adoption of her. why on earth did you refuse to tell her? she deserved to know about the death of her adoptive mom just as much as jazmyne and the boys did!" i was mad, fuming at what marnie had done to kenzie

"dr reid, mackenzie's my child, you can't stop me from comforting her..."

"...yes he can, miss nelson, dad's right, i don't even want to look at you, let alone be seen with you ever again, isn't it obvious by the fact that i'm referring to him as dad and you as nothing but my school teacher? in all honesty, i don't even want to live with you anymore, i want to live with my adopted family because then that means i'll actually be told things straight away and i won't have to wait years before i'm actually told things that are important like the death of my adopted mom and i'll actually be taken care of properly because my adopted dad actually loves me and he makes it his priority to make sure all of his children are taken care of, no wonder why his an amazing fbi agent and amazing dad, he doesn't blame his shortcomings on his tough job like you do even though it's obvious as to which job is harder and, just in case you didn't know, it's the fbi agent job that's harder, not the teacher job. and unlike your lies, my adopted family actually wanted me at maeve's funeral and at the hospital, and so did i, why do you think i helped jaz write the bloody eulogy they were going to say? why do you think i wanted to know what emily was talking to you about on the phone that day? because i wanted to know what was going on with maeve. you even said i could go and say that eulogy with jazmyne however when the day did come, you left the house without even giving me any knowledge that you were leaving and that it was time to go. like i mentioned earlier, i didn't even know that the funeral was for maeve and that i was helping jaz say a eulogy for her because you never told me it was maeve's funeral, to begin with, because you didn't even tell me that she had died or that she was in hospital and that was why emily was constantly calling you with updates. yet, i still waited for two nearly three hours for you to come into my room to tell me if it was time to go or not. however, you never came back until the funeral was over and i had no goddamn idea that it was over and that it was maeve's funeral. what the fuck is wrong with you that you couldn't even tell me something as simple as the information that my adopted mother had died. was it because you knew you were quickly losing me due to the successful adoption and that you knew you would have to let me leave you and you hated that you'd no longer be able to hide things from me so you did it for one last time but with the most horrendous thing to lie about because you thought that maybe if you lied about it that i still wouldn't be getting adopted by the reid's?" kenzie was a strong girl, a very strong girl however, not once until now did we think she was going to be able to stand up for her own biological mother like that

no one knew how to respond so, no one did. jazmyne, macie and i just smiled at how proud we were of kenzie for standing up for herself, her friends and me in the way she did. and, just like we imagined, marnie was shocked, unable to comprehend her biological daughter and her student because don't forget, marnie was also her school teacher, just exposed her and stood up to her. and, also, just so you know, me and maeve, had won full custody of her "daughter" and marnie was not granted any visitations at all. oh, and on top of that, due to florianna and i being fbi agents, that wasn't at all the reason why we won the court case - for that fact was only mentioned once throughout the entire court hearing and mackenzie was now mackenzie reid and was able to move in with us.

two years ago - prentiss's pov

the one day that none of us was ready for suddenly jumped up on us. maeve's funeral. due to being jazmyne and mackenzie's aunty, i had the job of making sure my niece jazmyne was okay whilst rossi and hotch took care of the boys and baby lennon whilst florianna was taking care of spencer. although i was also at my breaking point emotionally because kenzie, maeve and spencer's adopted daughter hadn't arrived, just like spencer was, i had to make sure i stayed strong for my niece jaz and also for kenzie even though she wasn't here and most likely has no idea due to her dumbfuck of a biological mother.

*knock knock* there was a small sounding knock at my bedroom door, knowing it came from jaz, i let her come in. i was then taken aback when i saw jazmyne and kenzie's school best friend, macie

"come in, what's up my prince...princesses?" i say as my back is facing them as i finish fixing my hair although i knew it would be a crows nest after spencer's finished crying into it at the funeral

"you're the last one ready, aunty emily, we need to leave," jaz's hoarse voice rang out as my heart broke and my eyes widened as i turned around to face the two fifteen-year-olds who were dressed in their very best black dresses, their hair is done perfectly by either penelope or florianna with some suede black boots

i then questioned why derek or hotch didn't come up, why did they get jazmyne and macie to come upstairs to tell me?

"oh...oh, thanks jaz, why...why didn't they get uncle derek or uncle aaron to come up and get me?" i ask, patting the bed down for jazmyne and macie to come and sit down next to me for a moment before having to leave

macie then spoke up with a shrug, "we don't know, apparently it was because kenzie's stupid biological mom, marnie, our school teacher, had shown up and they were trying to deal with her and, jazmyne and i were the only two who were free to come upstairs to tell you," macie sighed, with a shrug of her shoulders as jazmyne nodded her head as my eyes widened again, why was marnie here? i mean, kenzie was supposed to come but, not her mother, hence why i was so confused as to why macie had come upstairs with jazmyne and not kenzie

"oh, well, has marnie left then?" i ask as both girls shake their heads, jazmyne speaking up this time

"nah, we think she has somehow convinced dad to let her come but only if she stays right at the back and doesn't do anything stupid, she can stay," jazmyne shrugs as a disgusted look shows up on both jazmyne and macie's faces as i try not to laugh - yeah as a bau family, we weren't really a fan of kenzie's biological mother depsite the fact that kenzie was the complete opposite - an absolute angel"

"okay but, we should probably head downstairs now then girls..." just as i went to stand up, jazmyne pulled my hand back down as i gave the two girls worried looks

"what's wrong jaz and macie? we need to go and say goodbye to your mom and maeve," i responded as the two girls just looked up at me with their sad, devastated puppy dog eyes as my heart broke

"we're not ready..." jazmyne responded as the girls looked back at me as i pulled them both in for a hug and we stayed in that hug for a little while before the three of us stood up, me holding jazmyne's hand whilst macie latched hands with jazmyne and we walked downstairs where everyone else who was attending the funeral was waiting

"...aw, girls, i know you're not. trust me, i'm not ready to say a final goodbye to my best friend either so, i can't imagine what it feels like for you jazmyne and your brothers having to say your final goodbyes to your mom and, macie, having to say goodbye to your best friend's mom," i whispered as we then walked downstairs

i sat down in my seat in the church of the funeral with macie and jazmyne on each side of me, spencer on jazmyne's side and florianna on macie's as we waited for the next speech. which was one of maeve's siblings and then after that it was jazmyne, macie and kenzie's turn, who was the biological daughter of marnie and was supposed to be here but, she was nowhere to be seen. kenzie was the girl who had helped jazmyne write her eulogy for their (jaz and kenzie's) mom and expressed her interest in wanting to attend today's service but, it seemed as though kenzie wasn't aware that it was for maeve since her biological mom, marnie, was notorious for not telling important things to kenzie straight away, usually telling her months or even years later.

one of maeve's sisters had just finished their speech and, whilst it broke hearts, hearing the priest introduce the next speech being spoken by maeve's two eldest daughters and a family friend, jazmyne, kenzie and macie, was even more heartbreaking to everyone in the church. and that was because they all knew these three girls as fifteen-year-olds, they were just kids and they were already having to speak about the death of their mother and the mother of her friends.

and when it did come to jazmyne, kenzie and macie's turn, kenzie was still nowhere to be found and it really worried jazmyne and macie but, that was when i realised that marnie had definitely not told kenzie at all about maeve's death. and just knowing that she didn't tell her daughter but still had the audacity to come to my best friend's funeral infuriated me because she knew her biological daughter was involved in the funeral but didn't even tell her who it was for and therefore didn't allow her to attend and i think i know why.and it's because she knows that kenzie will no longer be in her custody anymore and be able to call her, her daughter anymore. but it still enraged me that marnie did this.

"...macie, jaz, what are you girls doing? it's your turn to speak about your mom and maeve," i whispered as the two girls whimpered softly, their hands not leaving each other or mine as jazmyne spoke up ever so quietly

"where...where's kenzie, emily? she's meant to be here with macie and me! she's meant to help us with the eulogy, she was the one who wrote it for us because we couldn't do it ourselves one day at school! but, kenzie's nowhere to be found but marnie is still here!" jazmyne stuttered out as my heart breaks for my two nieces and macie, i don't know where kenzie is either but, i have a pretty good assumption that marnie left the house without even letting kenzie know after the fifteen-year-old had properly spent ages getting ready for the funeral and was still waiting for the moment her biological mom was going to walk into her room and get her, not knowing it wasn't actually going to happen

"i...i'm not sure girls but, it looks like you two are going to have to go up together, just the two of you. you just need to be brave and do it just the two of you and, if you need, i can come up with you?" i spoke softly, comforting them both as jazmyne and macie nodded their heads, putting their bravest faces on

"okay," jazmyne and macie respond, their bravest faces on as i stand up with them, holding jazmyne's hand whilst macie holds one of jazmyne's fingers as we walk up to the podium, jazmyne and macie holding hands as i stand back a couple of steps behind them

i then notice spencer as well as florianna who are both smiling towards the two best friends as i just spoke a couple of words before jazmyne and macie's eulogy.

"hello everyone, just before one of maeve's eldest daughter's and best friend say their eulogy, i am emily prentiss. i'm one of the aunties to the reid children and one of maeve's best friends, just on behalf of the entire reid family and extended, i just want to say a huge thank you for coming. i know funerals aren't everyone's favourite thing to be doing on a day as unusually pretty as today in virginia but, we have to. it's what maeve would have wanted and, i'm glad we were able to come together in the way we have to celebrate a wonderful woman like maeve. i say this because, she's honestly the perfect woman and mother to her five beautiful children and a wonderful wife to her husband, spencer. so, once again, just a small thank you all for coming and now, i'm going to pass the mic on to maeve and spencer's eldest daughter jazmyne and her best friend macie to say the eulogy that they had prepared for their mom and friend's mom," i managed to keep it together as i was applauded before i moved back a couple of steps as jazmyne and macie moved up to the microphone, still holding hands to comfort one another

"hi everybody, just like my aunty emily just mentioned, i'm jazmyne lorde reid, the eldest daughter of maeve and spencer reid..."

"...and i'm macie johnson, the best friend of the reid's and although this isn't exactly what me and the daughter's, jazmyne and mackenzie ever dreamt of doing at such ages of fifteen, having to say goodbye to their mom, they are however very grateful that they have all of us guys here to help them and their family to get through it. so, umm, jazmyne's just going to say a few words in regards to who her and mackenzie's mother was as a person and how amazing she was because, jazmyne doesn't think she personally told her enough and then, i'm going to speak after her with mackenzie's part of the eulogy since mackenzie couldn't make it today..." macie trailed off but was a wonderful speaker, as was jazmyne, exactly like maeve, which is why i think it was so hard for everyone to hear the two girls say a eulogy at her mom and best friend's mom's funeral as jazmyne moved forward to the microphone

"originally, my sister, kenzie to help us since she had actually written this eulogy for me but, she actually isn't here like macie just said so, it'll just be me and macie so, here i go," jazmyne paused as she rolled her shoulders back and continued as me and macie smiled at her

"i always loved telling people, as did mackenzie, that our mom was maeve reid and that our dad was dr spencer reid. i loved it because mom was a geneticist and dad is an fbi agent with the behavioural analysis unit. for those who weren't aware, i am maeve's biological daughter and was actually from a previous relationship that she had before she and dad met and started dating. whilst in technicality, i'm spencer's "step-daughter", i was actually adopted by him before they got married so, i'm spencer's daughter no matter what. to be honest, looking back at it now, considering how young i was when mom and dad got married and then had me become an older sister at like just about two years old, it makes sense why i am the way i am. i mean, i think people find it difficult to believe that i am the love potion of a geneticist and an fbi agent, no way! well, i'm sorry to tell you guys but, i...i was, kind of, and i still am and so are the rest of my siblings so, sorry *giggles*. however, that...that's not at all the point i'm trying to make despite how it might sound like..."

"...i only wanted to mention that because, it was and still is something i'm so proud of because, my whole childhood, i found everything my parents did to be amazingly cool even though dad wasn't home as much as mom was. mom was more of a caretaker than a geneticist since she retired shortly after she had me. she loved to take care of people even if she had known the person for less than ten minutes, she'd be coddling them and calling them her child. and this is when kenzie would come into the eulogy but because she isn't here, it means i have to say it..." jazmyne paused again before she took in a deep breath and continued

"...when i first introduced my first ever school friend, kenzie, to my parents, they were extremely excited because for the last few years before i had met kenzie, i was doing what was basically homeschool since i'm older one that would sometimes join our dad with cases across the country so, when i got to the age of homeschooling and becoming a bit lonely, mom and dad made the collective decision to have me in quantico with mom during the school term and then have me come over to help dad and the bau with cases during the long breaks like spring break and winter break. this meant that going to an actual school and meeting new people was kind of scary because i only had myself since i didn't spend a lot of time there to form proper friendships with the other students my age. even scarier when it's considered that throughout the whole of america, me and my siblings were extremely popular as were our unborn ones because we're the daughters of dr spencer reid from the bau, meaning that i was slightly worried that anytime i tried to make friends, i'd only meet kids who'd only want to talk to me because of my dad..."

"...however, it didn't really do that, especially when on the first day of my new school, i met kenzie nelson, the daughter of our teacher, mrs marnie nelson, who we were going to have for a good few years of our schooling. kenzie was a sweet, kind, quiet, shy but pocket rocket of a girl. i knew straight away, that she was going to be my new best friend, if not my third sister even though i do now have my third sister, my beautiful baby lennon grace filan,"

"and, going back to the point of mom being a caretaker, the literal second that me and kenzie walked into the house after school, mom was already calling kenzie "sweetheart", "babe", "my darling girl", all the things that she called me, her actual daughter and, i don't think i could lie and say my heart didn't flutter in happiness because it really did," jazmyne started to falter as macie gave her a little nudge as jazmyne nodded her head and macie took over

"and now, jazmyne knew how dad felt every time mom spoke those sweet nicknames to him *coos and awws* kenzie was already a part of the reid family and she hadn't even been properly introduced to mom, dad who was off from any cases for a couple of weeks and noah, my only brother at the time," macie took over and recovered perfectly from jazmyne's falter as she continued

"jazmyne said all of this and kenzie is too because mom really loved people and she loved being the mom to those whose mom's didn't love them as she did. it was her true calling for her to be a mom and jazmyne and kenzie, along with our siblings, are so glad that we had the opportunity to call her our mom for fifteen, eight and seven years on this earth that we've had with her. and, also, maeve, i think you'll be happy when we tell you that the reid's has finally sorted out that custody battle as kenzie has now been granted permission to start the move back to her house with the reid's so, i think you can stop hovering over mrs nelson and giving her a hard time even though we all know deep down that she deserves it, it really is time to stop as, legally, spencer and the reid's can take kenzie from her whenever he feels like he needs too *everyone giggles*..."

"we love you so much maeve, thank you, once again, for being the best mom to jazmyne, mackenzie, noah, ryder, lennon and all of our friends, love jazmyne, macie and kenzie," macie finished her best friend's part of the eulogy with so much bravery and poise after her best friend faltered that, i don't even think the two girls needed me up here with them for moral support as macie shakes her head towards the priest, saying that she didn't need to say her or kenzie's part of the eulogy since jazmyne's part basically covered the things she was going to speak about anyway

we then walk off the stage and back to our seats in the front row pew where spencer and florianna gave jazmyne, macie and me hugs.

"...you two girls did amazing!" florianna whispered as jazmyne and macie both smiled as i agreed, all of us then sitting down

"we did it for their mom," i smiled as jazmyne and macie nodded their heads in agreement, jazmyne's tears disappearing as we all held hands and hugged as the rest of the service happened

present time - spencer's pov

it was christmas, which means it is the hardest time of the year for jazmyne, mackenzie, the boys and me, especially since maeve's death. jazmyne had just lost her love and excitement for christmas completely and, the last christmas and now this one, it broke my heart to see the bright hazel sparkles of her eyes be dull on christmas morning when her other siblings, mackenzie, noah, ryder and baby lennon were always so excited. except, strangely, this year, the sparkle in her beautiful hazel eyes for the first time in two, nearly three years, came back.

"daddio!" jazmyne's mature, seventeen-year-old voice was heard down the hall, calling me her "daddio" like the old days, making my heart flutter as florianna and i looked at each other in confusion at jazmyne

florianna and i started dating after being told to by maeve in a letter she had written to me and the family that doctor johnson had given to me after the family had said our final goodbyes on the day maeve passed away. maeve made me promise that i'd move on and start dating florianna, making sure that it wasn't forced by grief and that it was organic as her only two rules. and also to make sure i gave jazmyne, mackenzie, noah and ryder the chance of having a motherly figure in their life again and for baby lennon to have a motherly figure in her life straight up since she wasn't even a full day old when maeve died.

"yes, my darling?" i responded, slipping on a festive tee shirt as normally, jazmyne wouldn't be this happy on christmas morning and florianna giggles, rolling back over to sleep again as i roll my eyes

"it's christmas!" she yells out, almost waking up the entire house, florianna and i hosting the rest of the bau family this year, as we were all staying in quantico for christmas, all running into florianna and i's room to make sure that jazmyne was okay

"yes jazmyne, it is christmas, what's got you so happy?" i giggled as she gave me an innocent but still smug-like smile which confused me - my seventeen-year-old, one of, was still a child at heart, exactly like her daddio

"come with me, daddio!" she then said with a snigger as she grabbed my hand as i turned back to florianna who was fast asleep - how the heck has she been able to sleep through this entire thing?

"o...kay?" i questioned with a small giggle as she giggled as well and we ran down the hall into uncle derek and aunty savannah's room and i was confused

"what are you doing jazmyne? what's gotten into you sweetpea, you haven't been this excited for christmas since momma died, what's up, are you sure you're okay?" i questioned, giving my eldest daughter a worried look as jazmyne rolls her eyes and giggled

and just as i go to look at her uncle derek for help, he puts his hands up and leaves with savannah - god dammit derek and savannah! why is everyone against me today? it's christmas for christ's sake!

"come on daddio! it's been two, nearly three years since mom's died and since florianna started becoming our mother figure and, i don't hate christmas anymore. it doesn't hurt the way it used to now that mom isn't with us anymore. just, daddio, trust me, i've got it all under control but, before i go, could you please wake up florianna and gather the entire family downstairs by the tree to do presents as i can't wait any longer!" jazmyne explained as i smiled, i was happy to hear that jazmyne was no longer upset about christmas so, i did as she said and i let to go wake up florianna

"okay, i trust you're telling the truth and not just saying it because you want to impress everyone and fake it but, i'll get florianna and we'll be down in around three or four minutes," i smile, tapping jazmyne's back lightly as she squeals - yep, she's still that same little girl she was years ago even though she's seventeen, nearly eighteen

the entire bau family and their partners, myself, mackenzie, noah, ryder and lennon were now downstairs as we awaited on jazmyne. for some odd reason, she was taking her time but, just as florianna was going to go up to grab her, jazmyne came bundling down from the staircase as we all looked at each other in confusion, lennon resting in my hold, what is jazmyne doing?

"jazmyne, sweetness, what are you doing?" i giggled, lennon laughing as well as jazmyne grabbed a bag of presents and handed them out to the group, leaving one for florianna

then, this bombshell that none of us was expecting but was everything we wanted, dropped from her mouth.

"mom, ever since momma started deteriorating in the hospital after giving birth to lennon, you were there for the entire family and even before that frightful day, you were there for us. and, because it's christmas i thought it was the perfect time to say i really love you a lot and, after talking about it with mackenzie, noah and ryder since lennon is still too young to comprehend any of this, we've all decided that we're ready to start calling you our mom..." jazmyne smiled, not once stuttering as we all looked at jazmyne in shock, expect for my other kids who clearly knew about this christmas present for florianna, tears welling in my eyes as lennon smiled and hugged me tighter even though she was only two and didn't really understand much of what was happening

i shared a smile with four of my kids whilst we all had a group hug. kissing them all individually, letting them know that this was a beautiful christmas present for florianna and how much it meant to both of us, not just florianna.

"...jazmyne--" florianna spoke as jazmyne sushed her and everyone laughed as she then continued on

"...mom, you've been there for everything since mommy died and, we just want to ask you this on christmas morning because it's the right time for you to adopt me, mackenzie, noah, ryder and lennon and be our mom and marry our dad and become florianna reid?" jazmyne asks as florianna jumps off the couch, pulling jazmyne into her arms as jazmyne giggles softly

"oh, jazmyne, of course, darling! of course, i'll adopt you and the kids!" florianna calls out as i cover my mouth, feeling the happy tears that welled up fall down my cheeks as i wipe them away before lennon and i ran, joining florianna, jazmyne, mackenzie, noah and ryder in the hug as everyone else cheers

"phew, oh thank god you said yes as uh, i had uncle aaron and uncle david kinda help me with getting all the paperwork..." jazmyne spoke with hunched shoulders and a humourous smile to break up the silence as everyone laughed - of course, she had her uncle aaron and uncle david to help her, who else would have the tools to do so?

"oh jaz, i was always going to look after you guys! that's what i promised your momma the day she died. i promised her that i was going to look after you, daddy and your siblings until my own dying breath," florianna spoke with her beautiful smile as she kisses jazmyne's cheek, making her giggle as she then kisses the other kids

it was then announced that the other kids could open their presents with their uncles and aunties as florianna and i had taken jazmyne and mackenzie with us to a different room for their presents that were from the two of us.

"jazmyne, mackenzie, these two are for you, i know they may look like two blank envelopes but, i promise you, it's more than that..." i spoke as the two girls gave florianna and me weird looks before opening the envelopes

and, let's just say, i never expected this reaction from our two older girls but, we wouldn't have changed their reactions at all.

"wha-wah-wait, hold up, mom, dad, are you guys serious?" mackenzie was the first to speak up as jazmyne just stared down at the envelope

"yeah, we're dead serious kenzie, it's about time we spoilt our two big kids rather than your brothers and baby sister," florianna spoke up as jazmyne finally looked up, tears were in her eyes

"you...you're allowing us to move to las vegas for college? mom? dad?" jazmyne was quiet, as quiet as i'd ever heard her, her voice only slightly rising at the end as i nodded my head, alania also nodding her head

"yes, you two are graduating within the coming weeks and you're both going to be turning eighteen within the next few months so, of course, we were going to let you guys move to las vegas for college. it was actually something momma left in the letter she wrote for you two," i spoke as jazmyne looked down, starting to cry and i smiled as kenzie comforted her

"you okay, jaz? is it everything you wanted?" florianna whispered, bopping down to both girls' height as jazmyne nodded her head

"it...it's all i've ever wanted, mom. to be like momma and daddio," jazmyne whimpered as she looked up once again and i walked over and lifted her up, her legs latching around my waist as i smile, jazmyne hugging me tighter

"thank you," she whimpered as i squeezed jazmyne whilst florianna did the same thing to kenzie

derek, savannah and emily (and everyone else) then joined us and smiled as they all leaned on each other, derek speaking up as i nodded my head.

"so, i guess you told them?" derek spoke up, emily and savannah leaning against him as they all smiled and leant on each other as i nodded my head

"yeah, we did. it was about time morgan, they deserved to know what maeve's final wish for them was before she died. they deserve to go back to las vegas, where they used to live and for them to study there. they deserve to have the choice to branch away from their momma's degree and their dad's job if that's what they so choose to do," i smiled a bright, happy smile that reached either side of my eyes as derek rubbed my back, also smiling

jazmyne and i hugged a little longer before i placed her down as she then hugged florianna and kenzie hugged me before we then decided to continue with the rest of the presents that everyone else got the kids.

a gazillion presents later and i still think the one that really got to jazmyne was the present from mom and me for her and kenzie and then the car that uncle derek and aunty savannah had gotten them both.

well, now this was the moment i knew that it was the right time to propose and marry florianna, the love of my life and make her mrs reid as well as the legal mother of our five kids, having our two eldest move to las vegas for college. this christmas couldn't have gone any better than it already had. a christmas miracle is what happened this year and, i think this instagram post proved it.

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jazmynereid merry chrysler everybody 🤍

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drspencerreid merry christmas my dear. glad this christmas was better for you than the last 🤍

jazmynereid drspencerreid thank you daddio and, this christmas was far better than last christmas that's for sure 🤍

mackenziereid merry christmas jazzy 🤍

jazmynereid mackenziereid merry christmas kenzie 🤍

floriannatomlinson merry christmas babe 🤍

jazmynereid floriannatomlinson merry christmas mom 🤍

derekmorgan yes, aunty savannah and i did give you and mackenzie a merry chrysler! merry christmas jazmyne 🤍

jazmynereid derekmorgan yes, you did give kenzie and me a merry chrysler. merry christmas uncle derek 🤍

aaronhotchner merry chrysler to you too, jazmyne 🤍

jazmynereid aaronhotchner uncle aaron, please, never say merry chrysler ever again! but merry christmas uncle aaron 🤍

all was well

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yay! i've written for spence again and i'm happy!

ok ily xx

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Chapter 15: Why Do We Live? Just To Suffer?!

Beizu and I didn’t waste any time trying to escape for the weekend! It was our weekend! We agreed to go to our parent’s homes and hang out from there. I get home and nobody was there as expected. Saturdays are hang out days for the kids and short work days for mom and dad. I slam myself onto my bed, as I missed sleeping on my very comfy mattress. The dorm beds SUCK! I get coffee from the kitchen after a while and floated around.

“Hey Muffins, update me on the household since the last time I was here” I called out to the resting robo on the couch.

“It’s been 115 days since you’ve last been home, there’s been 4 fires and 7 gatherings at the house.” the robo listed “20 pictures has been added to the family virtual library. Mom didn’t celebrate her birthday. There’s been 2 lockdowns at the house, Tensei went to debate nationals in March, Hanaka got suspended from school that same week. Lili has video called every night for the past 2 months. And that’s up to date.”

“Only 4 fires? Huh” I took a sip of my coffee “Thank you for the update, whats the ETA for anybody?”

“Hanaka and Dad are due to come back from the doctors at 1pm”

“Doctors?” I whispered to myself “She never gets sick, hope she’s okay.”

It may not be obvious, but Hanaka used to latch onto me when she was a baby. She’d cry when I don’t acknowledge her before I leave the house and set my sweater sleeves on fire if I don’t hold her right away. She’s very much the little, bratty sister type but I still worry. She depends a lot on family support because of her fire quirk, it makes it very hard to live a normal life. Wonder if that’s the cause? I wait around and see them come through the door but it feels so off. Hanaka goes straight to her room in silence, ignoring the fact that I’m in sight.

“Hello Iwata, how was your trip home?” Dad said once Hanaka was in her room.

“It was fine but what’s up with her?”

Dad sighed “She had an episode where she couldn’t control her fire. Nobody got hurt but it happened at school and the school made it a big deal out of it, calling her a delinquent.”

“So what’s the diagnosis?” I asked, processing what dad told me.

“Anxiety trigger, the mix of her quirk and puberty hormones are making her unstable” Dad sets down his keys to wipe his glasses “I really don’t know what to do. And I’m scared its going to be like when your mom gets unstable.”

“Wait, mom gets unstable?” that was news to me. I know of mom losing her temper when she was younger but getting unstable?!

Dad nodded and put his glasses back on “It happens when she overworks and stresses out. Once I triggered the breaking point and I got hit by her psych-blast. If your uncle Jin didn’t set up the robo to sedate her at the right moment, she could’ve died.”

I looked toward the top of the stairs “Well you’ve dealt with mom’s and mine anxiety things, how is this any different?”

“You and your mom have the same quirk and therapy has helped you two” dad started “Your sister doesn’t have the same quirk to body part association. How do you contain a fire that water doesn’t douse nor can be snuffed out? I want to help, I know how much she wants to live a normal life.”

“Leave it to me then” I said confidently “Lili isn’t here to do a girl talk, but I’m here to do a big brother support conversation! Maybe I’ll break through to her, who knows?”

“If you feel like it will help” Dad smiled “then go and talk to her. I’ll be down here making lunch.”

I make my way to the girls room. Before I could even knock, I heard her deep and heavy sobs. It was unsettling as I’ve never heard her sob like this. I knock on the door.

“Can I come in?”

“No”

“Why?”

“I don’t wanna talk about things!”

“I don’t wanna talk” I shake my bag of snacks “I just wanna share cheetos with my little sister.”

“...what kind of cheetos?”

“Hot con límon.”

“...okay you may enter.”

I open the door to see Hanaka in a blanket burrito, mouth and nose peeking out. Trying not to laugh at the sight, I sit next to her bed on the floor and open the bag of cheetos. I float them between us so she could get some without reaching too far. We just sat there in silence for a while until she spoke up.

“Iwa, do you think I’m a bad person?”

I look over to see her face peeking out “No.”

“Do you think anybody would love me? Romantically?”

Oh its that kind of conversation “I believe there’s somebody for everybody.”

“It’s just that, I confessed to somebody and they said so many mean things” her lips started to quiver “Like I’m weird looking, my quirks are weird, that my fire quirk makes it so it burns to hold my hand and who would want to love me if they can’t hold my hand.”

“Well that’s rude! They should’ve just said no and be on their way!” I never wanted to punch a child so much in my life.

“What was worse was that all his friends were there to laugh at me and it attracted more kids to poke fun at me” Hanaka got teary eyed “And I just couldn’t take it, I got all shakey and just combusted into flames. The flames were strong enough to set the play yard on fire. Nobody got hurt but it was still scary.”

“Nobody helped you afterwards?”

“Tensei, Petti and Kyanka covered me until a teacher came” she wiped her tears with the blanket “But I caused so much trouble and it really upset the people in the office. They called me a bad kid and that it wouldn’t surprise them if I became a villain.”

Oh hell no, that school is on my hit list for saying something like that to a child! “Fuck that school! You know what Hanaka, you’re not a bad kid, okay? And you are capable of love and people love you back, do you think Tensei and your friends would do that if they didn’t love you?”

Hanaka sniffed “No...”

“Would you do the same for them if their quirk got out of hand?”

“Yeah! Of course I would!” she responded passionately “I’m their best friend, and friends don’t let friends do things alone!”

“See?! You’re not a bad kid, you love your friends and family” I encouraged her “You can worry about romantic love later, the one will come around soon enough. Right now just focus on school work and being a good friend.”

Hanaka loosened the grip she had on the blanket so it unfurled around her “I guess that does make me feel a bit better” she brought her knees up to her chest “But now I don’t even know if I’m going back to that school. Mommy got really upset like you did at the school office that she’s fighting with the school officials.”

“Wow, good on mom to stand up for you!” I gave props “I’d do the same. But lets not worry about that and trust in mom to make the right move. So, lets change the subject! What’s new?”

Hanaka blew her nose and disposed of her now highly flammable tissue “Uhhh, I made a new friend. Which so happens to be the daughter of one of mom and dad’s hero classmates.”

“Oh that’s tea, who?!” I was intrigued by that second part.

“Her dad is ‘Can’t Stop Twinkling’ the Sparkling Hero” she explained “She was the new girl at school this year and she’s just like me and the girls!”

Her usual giddy self came back, warming my heart “And what’s that?”

“We hate our hero dads, love shopping and wanna be goth” she grabbed her phone to show me her lock screen “See? That’s us right before that juice stand behind us caught on fire.”

“Did you-”

“I don’t think I was responsible for that fire” she clarified “We booked it just in case anyone wanted to pin it on me. BUT look at us!”

I squint at the lock screen picture “There’s glare on your friend’s face.”

“That’s her quirk, don’t be rude!” she scolded me “She’s so luminescent that it hurts to look at her sometimes, and in pictures she’s always glared out. But we put her next to Petti in pictures to offset the light and take a decent one.”

“I’m glad you made a new friend! Has she been to the house?”

“Yup, she’s not yet used to the spicy food we eat though” Hanaka stifled a giggle “Her dad says that she was born and raised in France. He brought her over here because the schools in Japan are better and the hero work is abundant.”

“Can’t wait to meet them”

“Lets see during graduation season” she started then her phone pinged “Oop that’s the group chat, they’re sending their concern memes.”

Before I could take a peek at her phone, Tensei busts in. Which was weird because he ALWAYS knocks.

“Rosa! Okay, okay, okay” he said quickly before calming down a little “I did...a thing...wait- Iwa? When did you get home?”

“I got here late morning but whats the haps lil bro?” I asked “You look like you landed in a trash heap.”

“I can neither confirm nor deny that happened” he said closing the door behind him and locking it “But back to the thing I did. PLEASE don’t tell mom and dad! Because I’m still very fresh from the thing I did and I’m still processing it.”

“Okay just spill it” Hanaka was getting annoyed “You keep saying thing like you don’t know other words! What thing did you do on your sleep over with the boys?”

“This” he lifted his shirt up to his chest, revealing a belly button piercing.

I was shocked, so shocked that I dropped the bag of cheetos that I was floating. Tensei is this good boy image with a punk-like personality. To see this rebellious side to him made me proud in a way. He looks the most like our dad but with a darker skin tone, so I guess this is his baby step into his true self. Hanaka was so shocked that the waste basket contents caught on fire.

“What the- where in Japan did you go to get pierced?” Hanaka asked genuinely “Those jewelry places don’t let you get one without adult permission if you’re under 16.”

“Don’t get mad, but one of my band members has a cousin that’s a tattoo artist and does piercings at the place they work at” Tensei started to get red faced “Sooo I showed him that I could fix his little barbel piercings for free when the boys and I walked into his shop for fun... And he gave me this as payment.”

“Tensei! You got this i l l e g a l l y?!” I harshly whispered “Why did you agree to it?”

“Yeah! It’s not like you to do those things” Hanaka scowled in concern “What’s gotten into you lately? Ever since you came back from Nationals, you’ve been acting different.”

Tensei pulled down his shirt and sighed “I’m sick of being praised of being as good and law abiding like dad. I’m nothing like him inside! I’m not some capri-wearing rectangle!” he huffed “I’m way cooler, smarter and talented then people give me credit for. I don’t need the signature quirk to make my way in this world! And I wanna change my image so people take me seriously...no more orderly Tensei, I wanna be anarchist Oro!”

Hanaka narrowed her eyes, like she was shooting needles into her twin’s soul “Is this because you lost and can’t accept the L?”

Tensei turned red and scrunched his nose “No! I’ve already grieved over that and took and L” he crossed his arms “Nationals was just a tiny part of the whole reason.”

“What?” I was lost in this timeline of events.

Hanaka leaned over to me and whispered “Tensei cost his team majorly on all his debates. So bad that the team barred him from going to more debates this season and has to prove himself all over again to get back in the top 3 teams at school.”

“Oof that’s some sad boi shit” I winced at the recap “It’s okay to still not be over that L, you don’t have to spiral like this.”

“Well it’s too late, I got the damn piercing already and planned the next one” Tensei took a deep breath “I’ve been wanting this for a while, to just rebrand and have respect as my own identity. Not some clone of my father or just be the ‘other’ Iida twin. But until I take the next few steps, please don’t tell our parents about this. I want to tell them myself when the time comes.”

“Okay sure” Hanaka and I agreed.

Tensei turned to open the door “Thanks guys, it means a lot to me that you support me.”

Man, things are getting crazy here! My sweet parents have to deal with this shit on their own and they deserve a vacation or the Nobel peace prize for being the most supportive during life disasters. Seriously! I didn’t see mom until the evening, she looked a little run down but I really wanted to talk to her.

“Hey mom” I announced myself as I entered the living room.

“Iwata! I’ve missed you so much” Mom said as she used her quirk to pull me in for a tight hug “You’re getting so big, I can hardly wrap my arms around you!”

“Missed you too” I hugged her back “I just really miss being home.”

“I bet, heard you did phenomenal at the last practice test” she smiled and caressed my face with her hand “Just like your mama back in the day. I’m so proud of you for using the good old distraction card! That’s what I was well known for, wildcard and distractions.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about” I sat up straight “I don’t know how things are going to get for the Labyrinth practice test. You took the practice and the evaluated one, what’s the winning combo?”

“What? hahaha” Mom laughed for a moment “There really isn’t a ‘winning combo’, just being well versed in fighting techniques. That’s where your uncle Jin didn’t get to the mid-point, he’s a genius and has good speed BUT he lacks impulsive/on the fly thinking. Everything has to be calculated to the T for him and if too many things has gone wrong in his thought out strategy, those seconds he takes thinking of a new plan can be the death of him.” She sighed into another chuckle “And your aunty Mimi! Boy, she’s an amazing weapons user and she NEVER misses. But in the exam, she didn’t make it past the 3rd stage because the stand off was with someone that erases quirks. She depended too much on her quirk for her gun wielding and she got out because of it.”

“So you did the opposite?”

“I used my critical thinking to get me though all the stages. The place were I used my quirks the most were at the end to win the fight with the mock villain” she leaned back and looked up at the ceiling “The rigorous training I did for basically a year got me to the point of not depending on my quirks until the very last resort. Remember Iwata, just because we can do anything without lifting a finger doesn’t mean we should ignore how able bodied we are. So I suggest do some more strength and endurance OH and you might need to do some breathing training too! Never know if you need to hold your breath for a certain amount of time.”

“That’s a lot to train on, kinda makes me feel like I didn’t do enough” I got self-conscience “I wanna do good in this one! Not because I want to make you proud, but for myself. Maybe passing this will spark something in me that’ll give me an idea about my destiny.”

“Oh sweet child of mine” Mom looked over to me lovingly “This test won’t give you any ideas on anything, trust me. Both times I had to go into intensive care to make sure I didn’t rupture my vial organs, thats how hard I went in. Just give it your all and just ride the wave that comes next.”

“Did you think you’d pass?”

Mom snickered “Nope! The second time was easier by a little bit but I just keep telling myself ‘whatever happens, happens’. I didn’t think passing would lead me to the agent position I’m at today! Same how I didn’t think that giving the class a cookie would lead to finding the love of my life. So don’t let the ‘what ifs’ rule your self-worth, life has a way of surprising you at the very last second.”

That made me feel better about things. I’m glad I decided to go home this weekend, because I know what to do now.

-The next day, At Beizu’s house-

“...you still have this?” I said to Beizu as I was rummaging through his closet.

“Wha- oh that thing! Yea” he responded “You were my only friend in elementary school, so that graduation picture meant a lot to me.”

“Really? That’s why it’s framed” I looked closely at the picture of us holding hands “We look busted with all those missing teeth!”

“Don’t act like you didn’t cry every time you lost one” Beizu retorted back “Besides, it holds something more special to me...it was when I realized I loved you.”

I counted the years in my head “...damn, almost 6 years ago! Why so long?”

“I didn’t know if these were romantic feelings or not. And you did your own thing in middle school with band” he sighed and sat on the bed “I felt a little left behind and I tried really hard to stay in your interest. I wanted you to tell me I was yours, I didn’t care if that meant friend or lover” he turned red “It sounds silly now, but I was happy if you just said good morning or spent lunch with me.”

“Bei, you were always in my interest” I floated over to him “Nobody understood me like you did. You were never anything less than my best friend and it took some eye opening to see that we were basically lovers anyways.” I put my arm around his shoulders “Are you happy that we’ll basically wake up next to each other for the rest of our lives?”

“Are you kidding me?! It’s my dream come true!”

“Great! Just making sure” I kissed him bashfully “because I was getting ahead of myself and looking into apartments in Taito. We’ll be able to move in once I get possession of my inheritance money.”

“I don’t care if I have to wait until I’m on my death bed” he tackled me onto the bed “As long as I’m with you, anywhere is home.”

How everything was coming together nicely for us after UA. In between training and schoolwork, we looked at apartments online. Everyone was envious of us having things set afterwards, but to be honest, we only have an idea of things! We don’t know where exactly we’re going to work nor where to settle. It’s a bit bold to think our parents will give us work when we graduate. But I’m following my mom’s advice and just ‘riding the wave’ of what comes next.

-Fast forward, Mid October-

Beizu, Gee and I take advantage of the half-day of school by filling it with training in the disaster practice gym.

“Huh? The door is unlocked?” Gee said as she checked the door, key in hand “Did we come on the wrong day?”

“No, we have today reserved for us” Beizu pointed to the bulletin board next to the doors “See, we’re in the right.”

We walked on in and checked for anybody that straggled from the last session. But we found three people having banter on a rock.

“Remember the days of disaster training with sensei?!” said a familiar female voice.

“Ugh! Shut up or his ghost is gonna show up and bark at us to do wall sits” said another familiar male voice.

“Rich coming from someone that shat their pants the first time they shot a gun” shaded a Russian accent.

“Mom? Aunty and Uncle?” I spoke up as we got closer “What are you doing here? Aren’t you guys supposed to be agents today?”

“We came to interrogate the administrators here and since we finished early” Aunty Mimi explained “Your mom wanted to take a trip down memory lane. Back to the days of our youth.”

“Speak for yourself! I’m still nimble to go on a tussle like I did in high school” mom flexed her arms “They called me the sparring queen during my time here. I never lost a spar and I still maintain that streak.”

Uncle Jin rolled his eyes “Just because you still train like you’re gonna go to war! Bet you’ll get folded like an omelet if you did a one on one right now.”

“Alright bet!” Mom huffed at the challenge and pointed at me “Iwata, would you be a dear and spar mommy?”

“Oh shit your mom just challenged you” Gee gasped “What are you gonna do?”

“Fuckin fight I guess!” I said with my hands in the air “Let me stretch first though.”

Mom hopped and clapped “Yay! I’ll meet you in the circle in a bit sweetie.”

“Are- are they always like that?” Gee whispered to Beizu and I when the other three were out of earshot “I didn’t know your mom, aunt and uncle were so chummy with each other, like they’re teenagers.”

Beizu groaned into a sigh “All the time! You’re used to our aunt being on sensei mode when we do weapons class, but put them in the same room and they’re one bad decision away from throwing hands.”

“Don’t get us wrong! We love seeing them having fun” I say as I do my stretches “But when we get roped in, we don’t have the means to escape! And I can’t pass this up” I stretch my sides “I’ve NEVER sparred with my mom! She’s only quirk trained me but never the punchy stuff. I really want to see if I’m on par because we have the same quirk.”

We finally walked up to the sparring circle where the agent trio were still reminiscing.

“Ready to throw down nephew?” uncle Jin hyped me up “You’re in for the fight of your life!”

“Don’t scare him!” Mom scolded before dramatically pulling off her agent office uniform to reveal her two piece training clothes “I’d be shitting my pants if I had to fight my mom too. Your hype isn’t helping Jin.”

“Woah, your mom has an amazing physique!” gasped Gee, giving my mom the look over “And with the tattoos?! I can’t even tell if she gave birth to you. Man I hope to be that hot when I’m older.”

“I like your friend there Iwata, she knows what’s good” Mom said as she walked to the middle of the circle “Come now, step into the circle and show mommy what power my little baby boy can harness.”

I blushed hard as I walked up to her “Mom don’t coddle me in front of my team! So embarrassing!”

“Oop sorry baby!” she quickly covered her mouth “Force of habit!”

“Okay rules are first one to pin the other for the ten count is the winner. No weapons and no boundaries” Jin officiated “give the arm brace and assume the position.”

“What’s the arm brace? I only know about the bowing before starting” I whispered to my mom.

“Oh here, hold out your arm” she demonstrated then griped my tricep “now grip mine... there! This is how we show respect before an agent spar.”

I looked at our arms, then into her eyes. Those were the eyes of a woman that has 5 strategies ready to go to win. Those eyes has seen it all and isn’t afraid to do it all again. Wonder if she sees the anxiety in mine? I didn’t have the time to ponder these thoughts, the spar started and she didn’t let up. Immediately I felt the sting of a slap on my face, followed by the whoosh of her movement. What scared me a bit was that the whole time is was silent. Not a single grunt and her breathing was controlled, like she was conserving her energy. She dodged all of my attacks but didn’t land a single attack on me.

“Tired?” asked Mom as I stood to catch my breath.

“I can still fight” I wiped my forehead “hit me mom!”

The smirk that spread on her face was so wicked, I regretted my life because I just played into her trap.

“As you wish mijo!” Mom bellowed as she levitated herself up, followed by pistons jutting out of her body “Nothing personal Iwata” she pointed her palm at me, piston charging with energy “Mama isn’t ready to lose.”

And like the dumb ass I am, I charged right at her with my palm piston. And at the very last second...she grabbed me by the wrist with her other hand to seismic toss me onto the ground. I felt the weight of her foot on my back and knew that I was done for. My arm was locked and I was too tired to get back up, I saw uncle Jin’s feet near me.

“...8, 9, 10!” uncle Jin finished counting down “Winner is our undefeated Queen of Spars, Agent 19!”

“See? Told you I still got it!” She picked me up like when I was child “You okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No I’m okay” I responded to ease her worried tone “But I played right into your trap! You tired me out on purpose and edged me on to strike so I could lock my dominate arm. So simple but effective!”

Mom giggled “You’re so smart! I have a wicked high stamina and my quirk is amplified the more tired I am. So either way, my enemy isn’t leaving unscathed.”

“Wow! You’re absolutely incredible Mrs Iida!” fawned Gee “What else should we study before the test?”

“Just endurance and critical thinking” Mom responded “it’s that simple really. Wish the answer was more thought provoking or full of wisdom.” She looked at her watch “Well it was fun kids but we have to head back to our office to do all that boring office agent stuff.”

“Okay, bye mom! Bye Uncle and Aunty!” I chimed as I waved.

We watched them leave via portal and we continued with our training. I take the critical thinking part more seriously knowing that my mom applied it our spar. But I really don’t know if I’m going about it right! She makes it seem so easy and I wish I was at her level of super genius, big brain strategy.

-Day of Labyrinth practice exam-

“Bei, I’m shitting myself” I say as I finish suiting up “I’m so nervous that I just might anxiety shit myself.”

“That’s not a thing Iwa and you know it” Beizu responded as he finished lacing up his boots “Everything is going to go well! Watch, we’ll all pass and without intensive care afterwards.”

“I hope you’re right” I smiled at him “kiss me good luck?”

Beizu hopped and put his arms around my neck “Okay, one kiss. Then we go in the waiting chamber.”

Sooooo, things were not going well. Gee croaked at level 3 and Beizu didn’t even make it into the doors of the 5th level! He spent too much of his energy in level 4 that he passed out on the moving platform on the way to the next level. Now it’s up to me and I tried really hard not to tire myself out. I see where Gee failed in level 3, there was fast moving projectiles and she isn’t the fastest. Everything was going alright until the 5th level, my quirk stopped working and I panicked. There was nothing in the room and the exit door was locked. I had to think fast, what would I do if my siblings locked me in a room?

“Oh? Feeling trapped?” taunted someone that came into view “You can’t leave until you defeat me! But what is a quirkless agent going to do?!”

“I don’t need quirks” I reach for my gun and cock it “You really wanna fuck with me? I’m a child, WITH A FUCKING GUN! HOW FUCKED UP IS THAT?!”

The person was visibly nervous “Psh! I’ve seen plenty of gun fights!” they started to fumble their words “Come on, shoot me!”

“Naw, don’t feel like shooting you” I aim at the light fixtures on the ceiling “Eat broken light bulb BITCH!”

The lights went out and the sound of broken glass hitting the ground was oddly satisfying. I check to see I could use my quirks again and surely, I started floating. Once the door beeped to signal the level cleared, I made my dash to the next level before the final level. Next level wasn’t too hard, at least not for me, I knew how to swim and hold my breath for longer than 2 minutes. That would’ve sucked for anyone that didn’t know how to swim, gotta hand it to my mom for teaching all of us how to swim when we were kids. I get to the rescue part of the final level and it was fine until the ‘villain’ showed themselves.

“Not so fast agent! You’re forgetting someone important” said the villain as they walked into view.

“Nice try villain, all 8 hostages are safe and accounted for in rescuers care” I said smugly as I raised my gun at them “Lets make this quick.”

“I think you’ll want to put your gun down” the villain revealed someone tied up in a cage “You wouldn’t want to hurt my favorite prisoner.”

“Iwata, don’t shoot...please” said the hostage weakly.

I looked at the hostage closer and it’s...mom? That didn’t seem right to me. This person sounded like her and looks like her from the face. In fact, the whole room changed too! I was under some sort of illusion quirk and I didn’t want to risk shooting something that might cost me points. So I lowered my gun and started to scheme.

“Aww you don’t want to hurt mommy?” taunted the villain “To think that the hot shot agent, grown weak and aged terribly! Do something momma’s boy! Don’t you want to be a big shot agent like mommy? Or are you just as weak as she is?!”

I get an idea “Oye mama, tengo hambre!”

“What-” whispered the villain in panic.

“Que vas a cocinar hoy? Un pozole o taquitos?” I kept going, knowing that I threw the ultimate curve ball in this plan.

“I don’t understand you sweetie” responded fake mom “I’m so weak from my fight, that I lost.”

“That’s okay mommy” I smiled calmly “Will you sing me my favorite song? You’re never too tired to sing!”

“ENOUGH!” cried out the villain “make one wrong move, and I’ll kill her!” she took out a dagger.

“Okay then, fine” I stood completely still with my hands on my hips, ready to do plan B “I won’t move then.”

The villain was super confused on my erratic actions. But it was working because they started to pull back the illusion in the room. Once I saw the door, I knew that victory was in reach.

“We can stand here all day” said the villain bringing the dagger closer to fake mom’s throat “But think about your poor mother’s health! Do you really want her death on your conscience?”

“...any second now” I warned before I gave a content smile “You underestimate me villain! I’m not my mother, I am me! And I have a secret bio-weapon that I’ve just released into the room.”

“A bio-weapon?” the villain looked around frantically “I don’t- oh my- WHAT’S THAT HORRID STENCH?!”

I look at fake mom slowly fade and I knew that I was in the clear. The villain fell to their knees and vomited.

“Eat taser WHORE!” I said right before tasering them and put them in cuffs “do more research on our family next time and maybe this would’ve been a challenge!”

“LABYRINTH PRACTICE TEST CONCLUDED, AGENT 88 HAS CLEARED AND PASSED.”

The doors opened and I walked through to see my teammates, sensei and the test proctors waiting for me at the end of the hall.

“That was amazing!” cried out Gee “We saw everything on the proctor’s panels. How did you know that wasn’t your mom?”

“The person in the cage looked like my mom from the face but my mom is more petite,” I took my visor off “The one in the cage looked taller and didn’t have the big butt and thighs like my mom has.”

“Yo that spanish speaking was the biggest wildcard!” Beizu complimented “You knew that the villain had to break at that vital detail that they didn’t know. And that last line, chef’s kiss.”

“Aw shucks guys, I’m latino and can’t help but to be dramatic about it” I start blushing and acted coy “Kinda wish the illusion was more convincing though.”

“What was that ‘bio-weapon’ you released that made the villain basically pass out?” asked sensei “You don’t have the quirk that can do that.”

“Oh I farted” I confessed shamelessly “I’ve been holding that one in since I started the test...I also suggest decontaminating that room, my farts spread quickly and linger.”

Everyone but Beizu got visibly disgusted. Doesn’t matter because I passed and I can’t wait to tell my parents that I farted my way to victory. Nothing can stop me right now, I’m all the way up.

-Chapter 15, end-

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#mha #bnha #self insert au #book 3 chapter 15 #not canon #will update regularly #ask me anything #//Palma-sama Speaks #more big bro Iwata moments! I love his character as the older-but-still-middle-child in the family dynamic #The interaction with the twins is a big plot hint in the next book! And yes...Aoyama child confirmed BUT ya gotta wait #Quite a bit of skipping because their wasn't much in terms of main plot in between these events #Here you really see Iwa embracing what his mom taught him while staying true to himself and I love to see it #And yes... that last boss in the test was exactly who you think it is! More in the next book tho #next is the FAQ and there was a lot of good ones! You can still submit some as it will take me a while to organize the questions and answer #Thanks again for reading! I know I thank the reader a whole lot in the tags but I mean it! Thanks so much!

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allsortsofgeekery · 4 years

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What Living is For

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A Little Women AU

Characters: Roman Sanders (Jo March), and Patton Sanders (Beth March)

Word Count: 2,266

Setting: A beach in Cape Cod, Massachusetts, in the 1860’s

Trigger Warnings: Major character death (not written, but heavily implied/confirmed), fatal illness mention, crying, let me know if I’ve missed anything!

Author’s Note: Hi, everybody! I don’t know what possessed me to write this, because this is very sad, but I. LOVE. Little Women. I first read the book when I was in sixth grade, and I absolutely adore it, along with the musical and the movies. This oneshot is based heavily off of the musical, with some aspects of the 2019 movie and the book thrown in as well. Therefore, much of the dialogue—not all of it, but a lot—is taken directly from lines in the musical, book, and movie.

Also, I am still working on my prompts—I got a LOT, and I’m going to post them all as soon as I’m done.

I hope you enjoy, I’m really pleased with this one!

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There was a boy in a wheelchair by the sea.

He leaned his head back, eyes closed and a small smile playing across his face, the breeze gently rolling in off the water. His toes were curled in the sand, and he had a light blue shawl wrapped around his shoulders, one that his mother had knit for him when he was just a baby. A conch shell rested in his lap, his hands carefully placed on top of it.

And he was dying.

Roman watched him, clutching a kite with a rainbow tail close to his chest and holding a picnic basket. Patton hadn’t needed a wheelchair before he had gone to New York; yes, he was still frail and ill, but he recovered. He would again, now, Roman was sure of it, because he was Patton. He would. He would.

He slowly approached his brother, feet making indentations in the sand as he went.

“I brought you a kite,” he said softly, when he was merely a few feet away; he didn’t want to startle him. Patton opened his eyes and looked up, and suddenly he was smiling with a radiance as though somebody had lit a candle in his chest. Warmth, as usual, seemed to pour out of him and into whoever was the recipient of his gaze.

For a moment, his illness seemed to melt away, and he looked like himself, save for the gaunt face and bags under his eyes. He looked like the lovely young man he was, no older than twenty, instead of somebody whose light was already beginning to flicker out. His wide blue eyes, partially obscured by his wire-rimmed glasses, held their usual sparkle and kindness, despite the circumstances.

“Roman,” he said, his smile widening, and as soon as he spoke something tugged at Roman’s heart. His voice, steeped in kindness and love and affection, was the equivalent of receiving a warm hug upon coming home. His voice was coming home. Roman couldn’t believe he had ever left.

“I brought you a kite,” Roman repeated, grinning and brandishing it at him. “Look at the tail—it has all the colors of the rainbow! I told the man at the shop that it should have every color for my baby brother.”

“It’s the most beautiful kite I’ve ever seen!” Patton said, running his fingers over the multicolored ribbons, in vibrant reds and blues and greens, purples and yellows and oranges.

“Let’s put it together,” Roman declared, and Patton reached up his arms for Roman to help him down. He felt shaky and weak in Roman’s arms, and slumped against him once they reached the ground, a blue gingham blanket laid over the sand. Patton rested his head on Roman’s shoulder and leaned against him, huddling closer, as the sea breeze was becoming more brisk.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” Patton said quietly, his voice nearly drowned out by the sound of the waves and the wind. Roman smiled and wrapped his arm tighter around him.

“You’ve always wanted to come to Cape Cod,” Roman replied. “Is it everything you wanted?”

“And more,” Patton said earnestly. “It’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever been. I only wish you didn’t have to give up your first earnings from your novel to bring me here.”

“Oh, stop,” Roman replied, adjusting Patton’s shawl against the wind. “Anything for my baby brother.”

They fell into a comfortable silence for a moment, listening to the seagulls and the waves, the salty breeze mussing their hair, sometimes punctuated by Patton coughing.

“Tell me about New York,” he eventually asked softly, drawing circles in the sand. Roman chuckled.

“It’s a circus,” he replied, smiling at the sea. “It’s never dull like it is back home, and there’s always new people to meet. And,” he paused, “there’s a large foyer in my publisher’s building, with the grandest and most beautiful piano you can imagine in it.” Patton’s face lit up at the statement.

“A piano?”

“Yes, and it has flowers carved into the wood, and it’s inlaid with gold—and I told my publisher, I told him: one day, my brother is going to sit here and play this piano, and it’ll be the most beautiful music you’ve ever heard, and everyone in New York will want to come and hear it.”

“I’d love to,” Patton smiled, resting his cheek on Roman’s shoulder.

“I’m going to take you there, one day,” Roman informed him, and Patton’s breath seemed to hitch, just for a split second, before returning to normal.

“I have something for you,” Patton told him abruptly, changing the subject and reaching behind him for the conch shell that was still resting on his wheelchair. “Here,” he said, handing it to Roman. “If you hold it up to your ear, it speaks to you!”

Obligingly, Roman held it up to his ear gently, afraid he might break it. The sound of waves and wind whistled in his ear, trapped inside the shell. “What does it say?”

A pause. Then:

“We grow up so fast,” Patton whispered, almost inaudibly over the roar of the tide. Roman looked at him for a moment—it shattered his heart to see his brother so melancholic due to his scarlet fever. He knew he’d get better—believed it like a child believes in bedtime stories and fairytales, believed it so fervently because he had to—but he’d do anything to raise his spirits.

A moment of silence passed over them, as fluffy clouds raced across the sky.

“When you were first born,” Roman began, smiling fondly at the memory, “not even an hour old, I told Mother—“

“Patton is mine!” Patton finished for him, giggling. Roman smiled at the fond memory of a headstrong, bossy young boy first holding his newborn brother. Patton’s big blue eyes had fluttered open for the first time, and he cooed and smiled up at Roman. It was that instant that Roman had declared that Patton was his, his person that would become his closest companion.

“Everybody has someone special in the world,” Roman continued, tugging the knit shawl tighter around Patton. “And I have you. My sweet Patton. Give me a task to do.”

Patton thought for a moment, staring out at the ocean, the sea spray blowing in his rosy-cheeked face and tousling his hair.

“Can you read me a story?” he asked, looking up at Roman hopefully, with those big blue eyes of his. “Like you always did when we were little?”

“Of course, Patty,” Roman smiled, turning to dig around in the picnic basket he had brought. “Lucky for you, I brought a whole selection, as I thought you might ask—which one?” He spread out the books on the blanket, and Patton peered at them all, making a goofy show of examining each one and either wrinkling his nose or nodding to himself, weighing his options. At last, they settled on a tome with “pirates” in the name—and off they went, windswept into an epic tale about lost lovers, far away from each other at sea, and treasure and violence and intrigue.

And then, once that was finished, they moved to another. And another. And another?

“What did you think of that one, Patty?” Roman asked, closing the latest book—a story of lost love and family—and Patton smiled faintly and leaned his head on his shoulder, looking out at the setting sun over the glimmering ocean.

“They’re all wonderful,” he said, thinking. “But I think I like it better when you write them yourself. You’re a regular Shakespeare!”

“Oh, Patty, you know that I’ve given up on that, now!” Roman said, his heart squeezing. Patton adamantly shook his head.

“No,” he said, a joking smile playing on his face. “I am very sick, and you must do what I say.” Roman barked a laugh, and Patton giggled.

“Please?”

“Alright, alright, anything for little Mr. March,” Roman teased lightly, and Patton playfully stuck his tongue out at him. “What would you like to hear?”

Patton pondered this for a moment, his gaze finally settling on the beautiful, multicolored kite that Roman had gotten him. “Tell me a story about us,” he began. “Flying through the air, as if we’re on a kite.”

Roman smiled warmly at his younger brother’s earnestness. “Very well.” He cleared his throat. “Once upon a time, there was a bold, brave, handsome, chivalrous—“ Patton poked him, smiling. “Almost done—and all around golden boy named Roman March. And by his side, his baby brother Patton March, who, although Roman was great in all aspects, was his better half: sweet, kind, gentle, loving, and talented.” Patton beamed, and his smile seemed to light up the gathering dusk.

“They did everything together—and, one day, when Patton’s brother brought him a kite, they went to go fly it, and they were swept up into the air along with it, floating like birds!”

And so, they embarked on yet another great adventure—their fourth of the day—Roman’s words bringing them up, high, high, high above the sand. His inflections swooped and dipped, as if his voice itself were flying. He described their astounding journey, how they will be mad and explore high above the rest of the world. Away from everyone and everything, in the sky. Away from Patton’s illness, away from his weakened heart. No, in the heavens there are no illnesses, only the birds who dared to fly as high as them, and the clouds.

“We will pass the days doing only as we please,” Roman said, bringing them back down to Earth by the end of the tale, back down to the blue gingham blanket and the glittering waves crashing against the sand and the seashells that Patton had taken a fancy to, all in a pile, and the reality of their situation. “For that,” he finished, “is what living is for.”

They were both silent for a long time, staring out at the darkened ocean and the sky full of stars above them. Roman could feel Patton shivering against him, and he adjusted his shawl again. At last, Patton spoke.

“Can I tell you a secret?” He said, so softly that he was almost drowned out by the crashing waves.

“Anything.”

“I never made plans,” he began, “about what I would do when I grew up. I never had to.”

“No,” Roman corrected him. “When we were children, I was to be a famous writer, and you a famous pianist, and we would travel together, remember?” Patton laughed lightly and shook his head.

“That was when we were children...and I think you know as well as I do that I am not meant for a life onstage, in front of thousands of people. I never made plans, because I always knew that when I grew up, I would still be with Mother and Father, and I wanted to take care of them.”

“Of course,” Roman smiled. “You’re practically an angel.” Patton smiled, but it faltered again.

“Roman?”

“Yes, Patty?”

“I’m not afraid to die.” Those five words caused Roman’s heart to squeeze mightily, for him to close his eyes tightly and banish all thoughts of the unspeakable happening away.

“Don’t—please don’t say that, Patty,” Roman got out.

“Roman...I know that it will happen. And I’m not. Really. The hardest part, Roman...it’s leaving you. For I will be homesick for you, even in death.” Roman barely choked back a sob. He grabbed Patton’s hand and held it tightly.

“I won’t let it happen. Do you hear me, Patton? I won’t.” Patton only smiled at him, softly, sadly.

“Some things are meant to be. And I know this is bound to happen, no matter what I do…” Roman choked on his tears. Patton shakily shifted and took Roman’s face in his hands. “But. Some things will never die...like the promise of who you are. Roman, you’re so talented! You can never stop writing, because I know that you’re going to be great. And I’m—I’m so proud of you! And—the memories will never die, either. Even when I’m far, far away from here, you’ll carry me in your heart, and you in mine.”

With his thumb, Patton brushed away the tears trailing down Roman’s cheek.

“All my life,” Patton said, looking at him earnestly with those big blue eyes, “I’ve lived for loving you. Let me go now.”

And Roman wrapped him up in a hug and cried into his shoulder, and Patton hugged him back, frail and shaky, but also loving and warm and brave and remarkably resilient. And the wind swept up into the star-speckled sky, going high, high, high up, higher than them or the Earth.

Roman stood in a publishing company, looking through the window at his first novel being printed and bound and brought into the world. It was an autobiographical memoir, of sorts, while still remaining readable to audiences who enjoy fiction.

It is the story of him and his brothers.

Their entire lives, from when Roman was a wild boy of sixteen, to now, as he is standing here, in this old, creaky, wooden hallway, watching his future as an author come into the world.

At last, one of the workers handed him his finished novel, with a lovely red leather cover and the title written in big lettering on the front with gold leaf. And he hugged the book close to his chest. This was his story. This was his book. This was his dream, coming to realization before his very eyes.

He opened the book.

On the very first page was the dedication.

To Patton.

#sanders sides #little women #sanders sides fic #little women au #patton sanders #roman sanders #platonic royality #brotherly royality #tw death #tw illness #i made myself cry

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acrobaticcatfeline · 5 years

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Rebuilding a Broken Mind, an Orphan Sanders fic

Word Count: 6484

TW: swearing, only a little bit, death mention, murder mention, doctors? patton is a veterinarian, idk if doctors is a trigger but you know better safe than sorry, i wrote thomas as bi and married to a chick but hes dead so like? also patton is pan and likes a chick. patton gets overwhelmed and cries a lot.

Notes: This is my orphan au and i cherish it they’re all such goods.

Pairings: uh none really, thomas and valerie, patton is crushing on my OC.

Summary: “Oh! Um, hi! My name is Patton Sanders, nice to meet you! Um, I’m 20, a veterinarian, and well, I’m an orphan.” Patton lost his parents when he was 15 and had to raise himself and his three younger brothers on his own. hes 20 now, and hes got a job and hes starting to get his life together. Of course with reminders of his parents constantly surrounding him, it makes it hard to really move on.

Oh! Um, hi! My name is Patton Sanders, nice to meet you! Um, I’m 20, a veterinarian, and well, I’m an orphan. I have three little brothers named Virgil, Logan, and Roman! They are so super awesome! Virgil is the sporty guy at his high school, he’s 17 and the captain of like, all of the schools’ sport teams! Logan is my little genius! He’s only 14, but he’s a whole two years ahead and in high school with Virge! Roman is my theatre kiddo, he’s in every arts program at his school and knows how to play just about every instrument at only 9!!! Now, as for me, I’m nothing special, I just try really really hard, so my brothers are safe. I triple timed high school and college so that by the time I turned 18 I had my degree in veterinary medicine. Logan claims I pulled an Aaron Burr by doing this, which I don’t fully understand, but I assume it’s a cool thing. I only did what I had to though, we were already orphaned by the time I started high school, which meant we had no money for college. My high school said that it would pay all my college expenses if I followed the guidelines set, and so I super dashed through school. I managed to ace just about all my classes with some help from my friends and siblings. But that isn’t what this is about. I’m not the focus in this story, I’m just the narrator and eyes. This is a story about 4 kids forced to grow up far too fast. This is a story of the children of the most amazing people. Because when it comes down to it, we’re broken minds, struggling to put ourselves back together.

Now, to start, we have to explain what happened first. Our parents, Thomas and Val Sanders were out at a college play that a friend of theirs was a part of. Unfortunately, they never made it out alive. One of the people attending the play started a shoot-out with about 5 others helping him. Nearly the whole auditorium was killed. Including them.

We had no living next of kin, so a family friend took us in for a short while before dropping us all off at the orphanage. I will never forget that day. I remember them letting us grab our important things from our old house. I remember crying while holding all my siblings close. I remember having to be dragged out of my home. I remember the looks of pure pity from the orphanage staff. I remember them trying to separate me from my brothers. I remember almost punching them. I remember the name of the staff member who was the only one to understand and let us stay together, his name was Terrance. I remember hugging him before we were ushered off. I remember the confusion from Roman when we told him we weren’t going home. I remember Virgil carrying him around telling him that this was home now, with faux excitement and a plastic smile. I remember Roman thinking mom and dad were still coming back, and none of us having the heart to tell him otherwise. I remember Logan not speaking at all for the next month. But most of all, I remember the broken parts that got littered everywhere we went.

I was 15. Roman was only 4. We were broken beyond repair. At least, I thought we were. I thought for sure that we were going to go straight from the orphanage to the homeless shelter. But I did it. I managed to do something, and it changed our lives forever.

The day before I turned 18, I went through with my plan. I have friends named Joan and Talyn who already had a house due to Talyn’s parents having money to spare. They let us stay with them for as long as we needed. We brought all of our things over and we explained the rules of this new situation. My bros were quick to follow instruction. The next day we officially moved out of the horrible child prison we were owned by. I was already well into my job as a vet tech and was able to fully become a veterinarian the next month due to my boss seeing that I was at least twice as competent as the resident vets. And so, it began.

It was bittersweet when we got our own place, as Joan and Talyn had grown to adore my little brothers in the short year we lived there. But I had finally earned enough money to rent a house, plus the orphanage contacted me, telling me about a very large inheritance we apparently had, which was somehow enough to buy said house. We ended up moving in and used the money I earned for beds and a couch.

Over the next year we bought more furniture and accessories as we saw fit. At the present moment, my room is bright blue with animal posters and pop culture references sprawled about randomly. Logan and Roman’s room is split in half. One side is meticulous with dark blue and black walls and a few nerdy posters, mostly of doctor who and Sherlock Holmes. The other however, was messy as all get out, had musical posters everywhere and usually had the mess all the way up to the metaphorical line. Logan never complained unless Roman’s things crossed it. Now Virgil confused me. I was planning on him sharing a room with me, but he refused, claiming that I needed privacy and rest since I was working full time and he wasn’t. All he wanted was a couch, some bedding, music, and some makeup. Because I’m a stubborn mule, whenever he lets me buy him things, I buy him the most bestest makeup and all his favorite albums, as well as some of the best headphones sold. He gets mad at me, but he deserves the world and more.

Okay, now we’re in the present! So, I might as well start the actual story now. Ok well then. Its Friday morning, today the big game at the high school is happening, which means Virgil has to leave early for practice. By early, I mean about the time that I leave for work which is 6 am.

I get up and make food like I normally do, only doubled because Lo and Virge usually sleep for another half an hour. Ro always gets up with me because I’m his ride to school. Virgil has a motorcycle that he drives himself and Logan to school on. I start up some friendly conversation as we eat, Virgil still groggy from sleep.

“are you ready for the game today? Isn’t it against the school rivals? I hope you guys beat them again, but I’m sure you will with such a good captain!!!” I wink at him as he chuckles.

“yeah, we’ve got this, if anything, I’ve got this, and that’s really the point. Yeah, it’s our rivals, the panthers, today. Not that they’ve ever been a challenge. We’ve swept the floor with them for countless years. And thanks for the poorly concealed compliment. Do we have anymore coffee?” he rambles off answers to my questions.

“yeah, but I don’t get paid til tomorrow and there’s only a cup worth left. Proceed at your own risk.” As soon as I say it, Logan zooms to the coffee and brews it for himself, cackling maniacally (giggling cutely).

“HAHAH!!! You will never get a drop of the saccharine nectar!!! Tis mine, forever and always!” he brushes his hair back with his hand and smiles at us. Roman beams and stands up in a fighting stance.

“thou shalt not loot this poor pauper of his deserved libation!!! Come at me thy villainous fiend!” and quickly the two start playing mock sword fighting. Me and Virgil laugh as Logan gets vanquished and the cup of coffee gets given to V. Logan ends up stealing some still, to my amusement.

We end up splitting up as the kiddos go to school and I head to work. I walk in, put on my coat, and then the place blows up. There is a half dead dog on my table and another 2 that are at least stable waiting. I’m apparently the only actual vet that showed up today. Great. Today’s gonna be fun.

I’m not gonna go into what happened at work, because honestly, not much happened. It was an average day at work, but now is time for the interesting part!!! So, the big game at the high school is happening today right? Well, let me talk about it!

So, I go and pick up Roman from school and head over to the high school while asking Ro about his day. He learned a healthy amount of animal and plant biology, so I talk about some of the things he didn’t understand and made a few biology puns which were received quite well luckily! When we get to the school, I call Logan to figure out where he had stationed himself. We meet up and find a nice spot on the bleachers. Not long after, the teams came out and started playing. Virgil is easy to spot, not to mention the announcers are constantly shouting about him as he keeps running the ball the furthest of either team. The game is pretty average for the most part, up until the very end. Virge takes the win but not a second after, he gets tackled full force to the ground. I stand up and look over the crowd as I see him up again, shoving the other guy away. The guy gets up close to his face and I think Virgil is going to punch him-oh god please don’t punch him. The guy gets dragged away by the referee and Virgil has a bunch of teammates coming to check on him and I feel much less on edge. I shouldn’t though. As soon as I think it’s done the announcers go quiet and the stands go crazy as Virgil uppercuts the guy and then knees him in the stomach.

“what just happened there?! Kyle, why did Sanders just risk his high school career like that?!”

“Fitton insulted sanders’ younger brother.” Oh. Oh no. Oh HELL NO! Logan stands up and looks in the direction of the guy and visibly shudders. Oh, he’s lucky that V got to him first. Oh, I might be going to jail guys! The rest of this story might be told from prison!

“Logan, do you know that guy?” I ask calmly. He looks at me before turning away.

“um, yeah. He uh, he’s an ex of mine…” I tense up. He’s never told me about him having been in a relationship! He tells me everything! Ugh, that’s not important right now…

“is he a freshman? I haven’t seen him on the team before.” Lo nods.

“yeah, we met at the local library. I didn’t tell you cuz I didn’t think you’d want me to date someone and um, never mind… Anyways, we broke up cuz he was trying to pressure me into doing um, bad things.” I twitch. Oh, I might kill him. I shake my head and take Roman’s hand and start walking down towards the team to pick up Virgil. We get down there and I check up on Virgil, checking for medical issues; he very well could have gotten another concussion. I get distracted when Virgil hisses at something behind me.

“oh, calm down parselhead. I wasn’t even coming over here for you” I hear in a low drawl behind me. “how’s it hanging bookie?”

“first off, I’ve told you what that actually means and that that nickname bothers me, please cease this instant, and second, I’m doing fine how are you Loki?” I hear Logan say calmly. I tense slightly and turn around with an angry look on my face.

“Logan you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I know for certain I wouldn’t if I were you.” Logan looks at me but shakes his head.

“I can converse with an ex and still be civil about it Pat. It’s no problem.” he smiles softly at me, but I can’t help the anger that swells in my chest seeing the huge smirk that this guy is wearing.

“yeah Patton we can be civil here, no need for this hostility. Anyways, I’m doing fantastic Logan! Thank you for asking! I even have a new boyfriend, one who doesn’t try to keep me a secret.” His voice is contradictory to his words.

“it was two years ago, and I was twelve and still in an orphanage, I didn’t need my older brother worrying about me anymore than he already did. Plus, I barely understood my emotions, how do you think I would deal with my brothers’?” Logan crosses his arms and looks up at him accusingly.

“I dunno, I sorta thought you were enjoying the relationship, but you just ended it for no reason, citing your brother as too intimidating to cross, and neither of them look that scary to me.” He says and I look over to Logan in confusion. He walks closer to him and starts talking again, harsher than before.

“you and I both know that wasn’t what happened. You got pissed off that I didn’t want to go smoke and bang you arrogant prick. Also, I’d watch what you say about my brothers if I were you.” He just smirks while he backs away.

“okay then, I see I’m no longer wanted here. See you round bookie.” He walks away, and Logan shakes his head and face palms.

“every fricking time… I try to be civil but he always… ugh never mind it doesn’t matter. V are you okay? I don’t know what Loki said, but I can almost guarantee it was a lie. Also, he has a ridiculously hard skull, don’t ask how I know that, are you bleeding? Concussed?” Logan looks up at Virgil with a worried smile.

“yeah, I’m sure it was a lie, didn’t make it any less enraging. And no, I’m not bleeding or concussed. You dated him? How?! He’s such a prick!!!” Logan laughs.

“I don’t know, he was interesting. He told good stories and listened to me when I needed to vent. He’s also an incredibly good pillow. Really, he was just, the person I needed at the time, I guess.” He shrugs. Virgil is still watching him leave with an angry glare fixed on his face. I decide to change the topic.

“hey guys, you want pizza for dinner tonight? Food for champions!” the other three smile and cheer. V changes out and we head home, and I hand make three pizzas from scratch the way that we usually like it. Dad loved pizza and he said my pizza was the best, so I usually make it for celebrations or as a pick-me-up. It seems like its serving as both tonight. While its baking I make a couple of announcements.

“okay, so I’m going shopping tomorrow morning, but when I’m done with that, I thought we’d go visit Joan and Talyn? They have some presents for you all.” All three of them look up from what they were doing with wide eyes and smiles.

“YEEEEESSS!!! JOAN AND TALYN ARE SUPER AWESOMAZINGSAUCE YAAAAAAYYY!!!” Roman screams. I giggle as Roman jumps around and hugs me. Logan laughs along with me as he pulls Roman away.

“calm down Ro, Pat is cooking, you can’t be that close to the hot oven. I’m excited too, yes Ro.” Virgil looks at me questioningly.

“why do they always get us gifts? It seems like every time we see them, they have stacks of presents for us.” I shrug.

“well, I sort of introduced my lifelong friends to my 7, 12, and 15-year-old brothers who were sort of helpless at the time. They like me, but they adore you guys. Some kind of cool grandparent syndrome I guess.” Virgil laughs loudly at this as the pizzas beep. I pull them out to cool and tell some more puns to pass the time. The evening goes on without a hitch, we play a round of word association games as we eat our pizza. I pack up the leftovers in lunch bags for the 4 of us and then clean up the kitchen. As I finish with that, Roman shouts for me to tell him a story.

I tell a story of a brave prince who has to protect his kingdom from a fierce dragon witch. The dragon witch had stolen away the princes soon to be bride. The prince fought through many trials to save his fiancé, however he was beaten to it by another beautiful princess who had won the maidens heart instead. The prince was of course fair, as the princess had fairly bested him, and so he went on a mission to love himself before he went around looking for a fitting bride-or groom, again. Roman sleepily cheers and snuggles into a black cat plush V gave him.

The most difficult to get to sleep is Logan, who just wants to read all night. He changes to a different book just as I walk over to his desk. “Lo, you need to go to bed. You want to be well rested for tomorrow kiddo. You can read your book tomorrow, I promise the ending won’t change, and it won’t leave without you.” He yawns, he has had a long day.

“if I go to sleep will you sing for me? Please?” he looks at me with puppy dog eyes.

“of course, Lo. Bookmark your page and go get ready for bed and I’ll sing for you.” He smiles and rushes off to get ready. He’s back in a few minutes.

“can you sing dads old lullaby? If not its ok but-” I cut him off.

“of course, I can Lo.”

“somewhere there’s someone who wants you to be

How they want you to be, their opinion

They’ll paint you the colors that they wanna see

And to them, its Monet,

But to you, it’s a gray, silhouette

So, pick up a pencil, a stencil, a crayon,

The picture is not finished yet

You can let someone else tell you your story,

You can let someone else tell you what’s true

Or you can set yourself free,

Climb the tallest highest tree,

Or maybe sit back and take in the view,

You can let yourself, let yourself do

Anything.”

By the time I finish the chorus, Logan is sound asleep, snoring softly and cuddling an owl plush. I get up, tuck him in, turn off the lights, then head into the living room. Virgil is laying on the couch with his headphones on full blast. I grab his sleep meds and a cup of water and hand them over to him.

“hey, you shouldn’t listen to your music that loud, it could damage your hearing. You don’t have to listen to me, but I just wanted to let you know. I worry about you guys, you know?” he smiles and takes the meds. He turns down the volume on his headphones and nods.

“sorry Pat, I didn’t realize they were that loud. And, we worry about you too. You do way more for us than you have to. Anyways, thanks for the meds and sleep well okay? Don’t stay up all night again.” I giggle and nod before giving him a quick hug and going to my room.

I do a few pieces of paperwork that I wasn’t able to do before the end of my shift and send a quick text to my vet tech Elenora, checking in on her, as she’s been off on vacation and she’s supposed to be getting back tomorrow, and she has some things she needs to pick up at the office. She’s also absolutely amazing and sweet and beautiful and I love talking to her so so much. But that’s beside the point. After I get all of that done, I check the time, realizing that its now 11:45 and I should have been in bed an hour ago. I quickly fall asleep soon after luckily.

The next day is super-duper hectic so like, hold onto your horses, this is gonna be a wild ride! Okay okay, so I get up at 8 and go shopping, blah blah, tons of coffee because my boys and I have a problem. I unload everything by 10 which is when the kiddos are waking up. Virgil apologizes for not waking up to help but I wave him off as I start to make a small lunch because three meals a day, but Joan and Talyn are probably going to take us out for lunch knowing them, so I don’t want us to lose our appetite, that’d be rude! Anyways I set out the 4 plates and eat mine before going to take a quick shower. By the time I shower and change, all three of them are conversing around the table. I smile fondly because, hey, I helped raise these fantastic kiddos! LOOK AT MY BROTHERS!!! Okay, I’m good now. I walk up to the table and they all smile happily at me before going back to their debate.

“listen, if you have straight caffeine you die, therefore this stuff is totally deadly and like, we’re slowly killing ourselves by drinking it.” Virgil says, being devil’s advocate per usual.

“well yes but that’s like chlorine and sodium!!! They are both deadly elements on their own, but together give us salt! Not to mention that even too much water can kill a human! And! Another point, coffee is a natural occurrence just like water!!! In reasonable quantities, coffee is perfectly safe!!!” Logan rants passionately making me glad that I invested some money into speech and debate for him. Roman grins.

“but if water, coffee, and salt could kill us, does that mean that the world is trying to kill all life on it?!? are we living on a death rock?!? LOGAN IS THE WORLD GONNA KILL US?!?!” his grin slowly gets sadder and more scared as he continues. Logan flinches slightly.

“I mean, technically humans have been killing the earth for years so I wouldn’t put it out of the question that that is the reason that everything on earth is potentially deadly to humans. That would make sense… gosh darn it why do you always send me into steadily collapsing bouts of existentialism?” Logan shakes his head likely jumping into one of his existential crises.

“do I want to know the opening remarks?” I ask and they all shake their heads no. I grab a mug and make myself some creamer with a hint of coffee. Heheh!!! Caramel coffee is very good, but caramel mint coffee is even better! Roman runs off to get changed right as Logan goes to take a quick shower. V asks to change in my room which I am totally ok with because of course!!!

Oh! I should say what we’re wearing shouldn’t I? okay okay, so I wear my favorite pair of khakis, which are quite worn from wear. I wear a pun-ny shirt about dogs, and a tan cardigan with black white and purple plaid shirt underneath. I also have some nice black boots. When Roman comes out, he’s dressed in a red theatre shirt, white jeans, and a white fluffy coat, with his favorite white fluff boots. Logan comes out with his talk nerdy to me tee, black ripped skinny jeans, a black fluffy jacket, black boots, and a snap back. Virgil ends up wearing his nirvana shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, leather jacket, and black converse.

Logan sneaks up behind Roman and puts one of his Disney caps on him. Roman gasps because Lo never shares his hats. He tries to give it back but Lo tells him not to. “I got that one just for you Ro, keep it.” I think RoRo almost cries as he dashes into a cute embrace with Lo. Logan giggles as he sees his baby brother smile. It really is the best feeling ever when you can be the cause of a smile.

Soon after the scene of pure wholesomeness, we head on our way to Joan and Talyn’s house. We are greeted by happy faces and a stack of gifts. This is normal I guess, like V mentioned, they always have piles of gifts for us.

“hiya!!! Glad you could make it! We decided to make a big meal instead of going out, I hope you guys don’t mind?” Talyn grins sheepishly. “and we also invited a couple more people. Sorry we didn’t tell you it was a surprise!”

“a surprise? Who’s here?” I ask, looking around them both to see. There are more gifts than usual. And they’re gift wrapped. Oh gosh what did I forget? Wait… what month is it? oops. I might’ve said that out loud.

“its January Pat.” Joan states simply with a growing grin. Oh god, it’s my birthday soon isn’t it.

“happy early birthday Patton-cake!” Talyn yells happily. Yup. Oh, I’m an idiot. I facepalm.

“I’m glad Joan called me on Monday, otherwise I wouldn’t have gotten your presents from us and brought them over!” V smirks as we walk in. of course they were all plotting against me, I should have known! As I walk in, I see Leo, Jamahl, Dominic, Dahlia, Kenny, Derionna, Rafaela, calypso, and oh god, how did they get Elenora?!? I don’t think I’ve ever even talked about her to them!!! Not to mention that she must be horribly jetlagged!

“oh my god no way!!! I love you guys so much aaaa!!! How do you even know Elie?!?” I say as I go around giving hugs to my friends from back in high school that I’ve missed so much.

“dude, Els is in a bunch of my classes. She never shuts up about work, so it was easy to find out that you guys knew each other. Not to mention her constant fawning over ‘doctor sanders’” Elie punches Joan in the arm.

“listen here bean boozled, are you gonna keep outing me or are we gonna start this party? I estimate the time between now and when I fall unconscious from exhaustion and jetlag is t minus 4 hours.” She states matter of factly. God, I love her, I’m so far gone.

Joan and Talyn attack me with a hat while I’m fantasizing, and they laugh mischievously as they drag me over to the table. Joan’s saying something in one ear and Talyn’s saying something else in my other and I’m confused as heck, but all my friends surround me as well as my baby brothers and start singing at me. I don’t even comprehend what they’re saying because my brain can’t remember the last time I had a surprise party, and its actively making me remember my 14th when my dad and mom threw me a giant birthday bash and it was all day long and we fell asleep in a pile on the couch and before I can stop it all the voices start freaking out and I touch my face and I finally notice that I’m crying, and gosh I just ruined it of course gosh darn it they all went out of their way to make this and now I’m just sad and crying. I feel a thud and finally pay enough attention to see Roman hugging me tightly and apologizing. I pat his head and smile at him before kneeling down and reassuring him.

“Ro Hun, it’s not your fault I’m crying, I just remember mom and dad that’s all. I was caught up in my head but I’m fine. I promise ro. Do you wanna help me blow out the candles?” Roman smiles widely and nods. I pick him up and we blow out the candles together. The others all smile and cheer. Joan stands next to me with a smirk. Oh gosh they’re going to have me do something dangerous and I’m gonna agree because its going to be fun and d a n g e r o u s.

“you realize we are stealing you tomorrow to go barhopping right? Els even offered to dd for us! I mean of course, she’s sorta still underage for a few more months, but yeah, you, me, Talyn, and els are going to have birthday bash part two and its going to sick as Fu-” I cover their mouth before they can finish their swear.

“my baby brothers are here!!! No swearing!!! It’ll hurt their poor innocent ears!!!” I see Virgil and Logan give me a skeptical look before I gesture at Roman and I see their eyes widen in realization, before they nod furiously in agreement. Roman obliviously drags Logan off to play with the bubbles that Joan had gotten to keep the little ones occupied. I uncover their mouth and shoot them a look before giving it up for a smile as I hug them.

“thank you for this Joan, it’s kind of you. You didn’t have to really, haven’t even seen you guys in a few months!”

“that’s exactly why we did it. We don’t need a reason to give the littles gifts, and if we have a reason to give you gifts you won’t turn them down. You never have been one for spontaneous presents, but you know what, I love ya man, and you deserve to get shit on your birthday you oaf. I always felt bad that you wouldn’t let me help you and the kids when we were still in high school. God its been so long now, we’re old pat! You know my mom always tells me that they’d be so proud of you whenever I tell her what you’ve been doing. She actually wanted me to give you something, its wrapped in the pile of gifts.” They winked and nodded over to the living room where far too many gifts in my opinion, were sitting. The rest of my friends were there too, keeping themselves entertained one way or another, and I saw that Logan and Roman were running around outside chasing bubbles.

I go over to the stack and feel immediately intimidated. I hear the door open and Roman and Logan come inside. They sit behind me and I grab the first present that I can reach. The wrapping is purple plaid and Virgil’s name is scrawled on the tag. I open it up and look at my brother with a mocking look as I pull out a pale blue lab coat with dog face emojis.

“oh my gosh you dork I love it!!!” I pull it on quickly, seeing how it fits and beam at him.

“I’m glad. You’ve got another one somewhere from me” ugh of course that’s how there’s so many gifts.

I grab the next one with the same wrapping and rip it open only to see a new surgical kit, which I had been desperately needing to get but had been avoiding. They’re ridiculously expensive and I haven’t had the money to spare. I don’t know how vee could have managed to get that much money, and I don’t understand why he would spend it on me. I feel tears welling up in my eyes for the second time today, and launch myself at Virgil, picking him up and twirling him around. I see Elenora look at the tools out of the corner of my eyes.

“holy crap how did you afford these? This set is worth almost a thousand!” Virgil gives a feeble look as I set him down.

“I’ve been saving up for a few months, no big, you had mentioned you needed a new set a while ago, and I know you wouldn’t let anyone give you one. You can’t give this one back otherwise it’d be wasted so ha I win.” He ends with a smirk, and I punch him in the arm for calling me out on my OCD about work.

I grab my next gift which is a deep red with a matching bow. I peel off the paper and see a Pooh bear onesie and I smile down at it before laying back to smile at Roman who is giggling loudly.

“Lo helped me find it!!! I know you love Pooh, so I thought you’d like it!!!”

“he had tried to get you a size that fit him at first it was really quite adorable. We got him a Tigger one to match but we told him he had to keep it hidden until you got yours.”

I reached out for a hug and instead Roman kissed my nose then pushed me back into a sitting position. I huffed dramatically before grabbing my next gift, from Logan. I rip open the striped paper and see a book called animal madness, about animal mental health, and I feel my smile widen. There’s another book, by Jackson galaxy called total cat mojo and I might have squealed a little bit?

“LOGAN, I LOVE THIS THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOSH OH GEEZ THESE WILL BE SOOOOO HELPFUL!!!!!!” Logan smiles and chuckles softly.

“I had imagined so, you have said that a couple of your patients have had mental issues more than physical and you’ve seen them more often due to their owners not knowing how to treat them, I hope the books hold deeper insight than google.”

I give him a big hug, and then grab the next presents, opening one after another all very sweet but also rather irrelevant gifts including coffee, cooking ware, and fandom stuff. I eventually get to Elenora’s gift though, which I was slightly scared about opening if I’m being honest? It could be anything, what would she get me? I open the rose gold box that holds a few different items. The first I notice is a necklace with a four pawprints on them, each a different color, red, navy, cyan, and purple, and each with me and my brothers’ names. I smile softly at it as I put it on. The next thing in the box is a new stethoscope that matched my light blue theme at work. After that is a build a bear Alolan Vulpix plush with an absolutely adorable cloak and a spare outfit. I squeeze it and it sounds so cute??? I’m so glad I share my obsession with Pokémon with her it makes work that much more enjoyable. The next thing I pull out is a dual sapphire and ruby pop head set and I let out a laugh at it, she knows me so well, I had mentioned I loved their characters and that they reminded me of my mom and dad once offhandedly, and yet she’s gotten me ruby and sapphire things three times now. I pull out a gift card to pizza shop I adore, and the last item in the box is a card that says read later, so I throw a glance her way as I put the card in the pile.

I thank her, and give her a hug, before turning my attention to the last present remaining, the present from Joan’s mom, who was basically my second mom growing up. I pull apart the wrapping hesitantly, and I almost let out a choked sob at what is in the package. It’s a letter from my parents. I cover my mouth as I grab the letter and read it.

“dear Patton, we hope this letter reaches you in good health, and that we are still in contact when you reach 21.” I make some odd strangled noise and my eyes start filling with tears. “no matter how our relationship is, we have a present for you. Patton cake, we know you’re only a year old now, but when you get this, we want you to know that no matter what we love you so so much and we want you to be happy no matter what. So, if you’ll forgive us if we’ve hurt you, we want you to have this glass and drink. Your mom made that glass right after you were born. She believes that the essential gift for a 21-year-old was a wine glass and a nice red wine. This wine is the same one I had on my 21st with my father and I saw it fitting to share it with you. I love you so so much son, and I hope you know that you’re in my heart wherever I am. The same goes for your mother. You know me and how paranoid I am, so this will probably be given to you by my best friend who I don’t doubt will grow close to you. In case anything happens, not that it will.” I don’t think I can breathe anymore oh my god this is from my dad- “but anyways ill stop rambling” no dad please keep talking don’t go please! “happy birthday Patton, you make me and your mom so proud. I love you so much” I wheeze and double over, I can’t breathe my dad, it was almost like he was there again, my dad was there and I-

I open the wrap on the glass, the crystal glass has an imprint that has the words “you’re capable of anything” and me and my parents’ names inscribed in it. Etched in, not just printed, its won’t fade, it will always be there. I look up at the roof to stop my tears, and to hopefully tell my mom and dad I love them if there is an afterlife. I wish I could see them one more time and be able to say goodbye. I can’t, but god it hurts so bad, I miss them so much its not fair they should have been able to come home they should be here they should have been here to see Roman and Logan and Virgil grow up it’s not FAIR GOD DAMN IT!!! I need to calm down, its in the past its over I can’t change it I can just keep going. I take a few deep breaths and wipe my eyes. I set down the glass and look at Joan.

“Joan, I need you to thank your mom for me, I-I owe her so much for this I can’t even properly explain just how much this means to me. If she ever needs anything let me know, I will do anything to help.” Joan nods and smiles at me softly.

I breathe a few more deep breaths before standing up.

“now, that’s enough of that. There’s cake and games!!!”

#tw swearing #tw cursing #tw death mention #tw murder mention #Orphan AU #my writing #my fanfiction #logan sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #joan and talyn #others but just mentioned #my oc #elenora #lots of crying

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Eoin. We confess that we are not at all surprised that our first member-application for an original character came from someone with your talent for creativity and imagination. Egrid is an intriguing combination of dark and soft - the kind of character that embodies New Orleans’ slow and hot patience and yet its quick flashing danger as well. Add to the intrigue the charm of an old-world ice cream parlor, and Egrid is sure to find the home in New Orleans that he has been searching for for so long.

Eoin, thank you very much for applying. As for Egrid…

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OC Character Application

Original Character APPLICATION:

⚜ Roleplayer:

⤜ Name/alias: Eoin

⤜ Pronouns: He/Him

⤜ Age: 23

⤜ Timezone: GMT

⤜ Activity: 7/10 I tend to check in every day if possible with replies coming between every one to two days, though I can miss a day or two due to university work or my job.

⤜ Best form of contact: Just on Tumblr :D

⤜ Any Triggers? None, thank you.

⤜ How did you find Vieux Noyés? Through the ‘supernatural rp’ tumblr tag

⤜ What drew you to the RP? The marvellous character depth, emphasis on it being a mature role-play and the wonderful people within it.

⤜ What is one subplot/element from the Plot page that you are particularly looking forward to seeing in this roleplay? The Conflict between the vampire’s and the witch coven is a very interesting element of this RP, in particular the vengeful spirits of the Ancestors, I feel they could be used to great effect down the line to make trouble for a variety of characters in their desperation for their sacrifices.

⚜ Desired Character:

⤜ Name of Character: Frederick Egrid

⤜ Face Claim: Freddie Highmore

⤜ Character Biography:

Frederick was the third born son of a poor, but loving family. His parents lived in a small mining town in Appalachia; they always talked about moving, but by 1994 Frederick, now only a child of six knew it would never happen, deep down they loved the dying town too much. He was a shy boy, but kind, so very kind and forever under the protection of his two elder brothers, Rohan, two years his senior, and Iser, four years older. The three boys were inseparable though, they played as children before taking small odd jobs around the town to aid their parent’s meagre income and through it all they were one another’s pillars of support. Iser, the smartest and bravest of the three, Rohan the joyful, always brining smiles, and Frederick, despite his shy, quiet nature, always listened, and always cared; their love was their most powerful asset. A harsh winter some years later was the first real test the siblings faced, losing both mother and father to fevers just as Iser turned sixteen. The boys took whatever work was available in such harsh times, Rohan sorted offal for a butchers, Iser (the most academically gifted of the three) apprenticed at town’s accountants office to better his knowledge. Frederick was given employment at an ice distributor; a small boy but a hard worker he was tasked with sorting the chipped off sections of blocks that would melt to be sold as ‘Appalachian Mountain Water.’

Here, Frederick learnt of his gift. Always quiet, they never told either sibling of their small, odd experiences. The time they stared at a tree broken tree branch and it reattached, or the time a fire was burning and blew out on a formless wind. But this… They could not deny; the ice didn’t melt. They quickly discovered that the ice they were to see melt and bottle never did until their shift was over. They couldn’t understand, and terrified they brought a small chunk home, kept it in his hands and felt no chill, if anything the block only grew in size as he held it to show his brothers. Rohan was at first scared, but Iser was curious and the three boys promised to discover what this was, and to never abandon one another as they did.

Over the years the boys became men and by Frederick’s fourteenth birthday he had some small grasp of their magic, it attuned to elements, but ice was their strongest, they skill with it had seem them rise through the ranks of work and become an ice sculptor for their business, making beautiful works for the rich to fawn over their many parties in the big cities; such places may as well have been different realms for all Frederick thought about them. At times though, it did move beyond their control, a fire could burn too high, or burn out, a vicious wind would knock over Iser’s paperwork, but they laughed and remained close, the bond of brothers forever their strength.

But all changed when Iser became engaged, the woman was ambitious, her love of Iser’s success was challenged by his siblings’ lesser standards and she made little point in hiding her distaste for the younger two, Frederick especially, his oddness pinpointed by her since the first meeting. The woman eventually accused the boy of attempting to sabotage the engagement when his gift caused her wedding dress to catch fire. She’d seen the flame move and in fear called him a monster. Iser arrived and attempted to calm the woman who set upon Frederick in a rage built on fear. The brother’s loyalty was strong; his love for Frederick outweighed his love for his fiancé, and scuffle ensued. Frederick, his fear his strength lashed out and the ice, as it always had, came. An icicle pierced a heart… Iser fell dead.

Rohan came upon his brothers, Frederick crying upon Iser’s corpse, the middle sibling’s age old fear once more reared its head, and he saw his brother’s gift as a curse, his sibling a monster. The brothers were no more; the family was no more. Rohan made to shoot his brother, but the other escaped with the aid of a lucky gust of wind. They never met again. Frederick wondered for months. Alone, his support gone, his magic was all he had. Wind to blow him food, fire to defend himself, and ice to keep him warm. A woman noticed the boy one day, and gifted him with a book before heading on her way, she’d only given him too more pieces of information: her name (Bastianna) and New Orleans. The book changed everything. Witchcraft. True magic, real magic beyond what the elements could give him. This, it could give him everything, starting with the family he deserved, siblings who would love him as he was and never leave him. He had love to give, and he would only give it to perfection. New Orleans would be the key.

Years passed and the magic he learnt kept him strong, alone he travelled, honing his craft, his patience and that now twisted kindness; all in aid of his crusade for the family he deserved, the crusade for New Orleans and the witches there who could be what he needed. Eventually, he was ready, and his journey brought him to New Orleans and the magic there was strong, though he knew not why, nor the secrets behind it. He had felt it once, so long ago when a Bastianna had placed a book in his shaking hands. Instinct told him that he could find what he sought, the family he longed for, the woman who he’d met. And perhaps, most importantly, a life of joy after so much patience; his hope had returned, and after weeks of investigation he learnt an awful truth. There had been a ritual, all the witches together as a good family should be and they’d been slaughtered! His blood had run cold at the news, his family, the family he deserved had been taken from him before he’d even got to meet them. But, they weren’t all gone, they couldn’t be. New Orleans had witches, and he would find them.

Though never as intelligent as Iser, who he’d come to see as a traitor of his own, choosing knowledge and a wife over family, he’d learned. A few tricks with his magic over the few years money afforded him a shop-front in Jackson Square, a place to open an ice cream shop; Egrid’s Ice Creams. Choosing to go by their last name was both a slightly paranoid method of hiding; they were a murderer after all, and a need to keep family at the forefront of the mind. Just as he’d crafted gorgeous ice sculptures years ago, now he created ice cream that was magical in itself. A place to wait, to watch to and at last have what he deserved. And once he discovered who’s taken away The New Orleans Coven… Well, they’d best be ready for a chilling denouement.

⤜ Connections:

Matt Donovan: The human shouldn’t have garnered their attention, but they recognised something with the man they hold within themselves: a hidden pain. And despite not knowing why they feel after a few meetings that the man could perhaps be a sibling they deserve and are keen to test this theory, whether Matt wishes to or not.

Sophie Deveraux: There’s was a meeting aided by fate, it had to be. After Sophie spotted his book behind the counter in his shop one day both had shared their stories of families lost, taken by others. He proposed a pairing, his patience with her knowledge, happy to aid the woman in her goals and see the New Orleans Coven restored.

Tajim Kloeckler-Kuyavar: When serving the man an ice cream one day a touch was all it took. The psychic knew at once that magic was used in the making of the treat and ever curious to how things work is torn between informing the Arcane Society of the Witch he’s found or looking further. Egrid may just turn the man with his tragic tale, if it’s told in the right way of course.

Rain St. Agnes: He only came across the woman once but it was enough, she knew what Egrid was and her knowledge struck the man as endless. He’s keen to gain the woman’s favour and perhaps, with time, show her the book he was given so long ago. They need to know more, be taught better and harness their abilities; a talented teacher may be necessary for this feat.

Marcel Gerard: While catering an event for the wealthy man some time ago, Egrid overheard an interesting conversation between the man and a young girl, all they truly heard was talk of magic, but it was enough to intrigue the man into knowing more, after all magic could always led to what he truly deserved.

Joshua Rosza: A regular to his shop, though he rarely seems to buy anything, Josh is a most talkative young man that Egrid is content to listen to, their seemingly endless patience serving them well. The boy reminds them of a brother they’d sooner forget but is rather engaging in his own way. There’s a conflict within him about the other that he feels can only be resolved with more meetings, perhaps outside of his shop.

⤜ Personality Traits:

Positive:

Calmness – Under all but the most strenuous of circumstances, Egrid possess a calm nature that takes a slow approach to life, they’re a good presence to have around in times of crisis, though whether he’ll be inclined to help is another matter.

Patience – Perhaps his strongest trait, Egrid is an incredibly patient person, having already waited decades in search for the siblings he believes he deserves.

Kindness – Of a sort. Egrid has a great potential to be kind, such as telling stories to young children in his shop, but this kindness tends to appear when it suits him best, such as to gain confidence or remain unassuming.

Negative

Judgemental – Egrid’s developed a habit of immediately judging most people as enemies for factors they cannot change, such as being human. They’re crafted a picture in their head of what people are despite not knowing people very well and this black/white mentality can mean they make enemies easily.

Vengeful – To this day Egrid wishes they’d killed their second brother for attempting to kill him. They have a bad habit of being unable to let go of slights against them as they slowly but surely rise like a snowball rolling down a hill until he exacts revenge. It may come a great deal of time later down the line, but he never forgets, and he rarely forgives.

Single-minded – Regardless of what happens in the world around them, finding s family will forever be Egrid’s main goal. Despite current, and more pressing, threats they struggle to see the forest for the trees, that is, to see the larger problems when they’re so focused on what they want.

⤜For the purposes of preparing the biography for your character, do you have any extra material you’d like to link us?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQOy8VGQ9uU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkGhDHP093M

https://www.pinterest.co.uk/joshuafoley68/egrid-aesthetic/

SPECIES, FACTION AND AFFILIATION INFORMATION:

⤜What is your character’s species? Witch (though lacking a coven at this point)

⤜ If supernatural, what is their level of experience with their abilities? Frederick, despite having about a decade of experience with his magic, knows surprisingly little beyond element spells. Their control and manipulation of ice, fire and wind is particularly strong, and they’ve some experience with memory or mental manipulation, but an overall knowledge of the field of magic (akin to say Rain or Mary) would be greatly lacking. He’s an expert in elements, to sum it up.

⤜ Is your character affiliated with any of our factions? At this point no, but they’re almost malevolent desperation for ‘the family they deserve’ in the New Orleans Coven could see Egrid becoming a member down the line. For now, they’re a lone agent. Their need for close family can be detrimental to actually making alliances.

⤜ For Psychics… What is your character’s psychical ability? N/A

⤜ What are your future plans for this character? Given the tense situation with New Orleans, Egrid would first gain a ‘lay of the land’ so to speak; sniffing around characters to see who, if any, had the potential to become the ‘family he deserved’ as well as gaining information on the New Orleans Coven. Over the course of this he may become a confident of sorts, gaining the trust of others through the ‘kindness’ and calm nature he at first displays. As the narrative of the RP continues Egrid’s true and, sadly, more twisted nature shall emerge. They may become sinister in stalking their chosen ones, going to extreme lengths to prove they should need only Egrid and becoming jealous (and a threat to) any who they see as an obstacle to their family. In tandem with this their own magic may cause slight problems, in particular their affinity with fire and (more powerfully) ice. Egird, in their own way, wishes to see the New Orleans Coven restored for the sake of his ‘family’ but may end up destroying other families to do it.

⤜ Put yourself in your character’s shoes. Give us a few lines to describe a day in the life of your character… Where do they live? Where and how do they spend their time?

Egrid lives within Jackson Square, above their ice cream shop. Upon waking then tend to work slowly and calmly, rising, showering and taking slow, careful walks around the awaking city; always on the look out for potential siblings or perhaps a meeting with Sophie to learn more from her about New Orleans. They’re usually back by eight, and proceed to open their shop, named ‘The Soul Of Sundae’ and serve excellent ice cream to customers while making friendly chat. They enjoy their work, being appreciated by a community and again, focusing on their search for siblings or perhaps the odd piece of idle gossip. When they shut up their shop they’re happy to return to their book, despite having read the spell book from cover to cover many times they still cannot master some of the entries within its pages. Usually they return again to the streets, finding comfort in the cemetery, its lonely atmosphere resonates with their cold heart and reading the names upon the stones provides an insight to the town. Finally, they return to bed, a usual ritual being to light the fireplace in their room with magic and craft a small figurine of a man out of ice, as they did as a child in their work. Come the next morning, the fire still burns and the ice figurine has not melted.

⤜ Give us three headcanons regarding your character of choice.

Egrid always speaks in a rather quiet tone of voice, it’s soothing and pleasant to listen to, but growing up it often caused them to go unheard. The witch has developed a habit of judging people based on whether or not they’ll pause to listen to his quiet words; those who do not often experience a chill at some point later in the day.

They’ve a deep love of fairytales, and books in general. Once they learnt to read they found comfort within the tales of knights, dragons and princesses and now often recite such tales to young children in their shop, their odd kindness showing through that way

They rarely spoken aloud, Egrid harbours a deep dislike for any normal humans, they believe they unworthy. The betrayal of one brother and their own twisted view of another have skewed them most humans. Only the rare few are saved from their ire, and even then, Egrid often can’t say why he seems drawn to them; or rather, he doesn’t want to acknowledge why.

⤜ What are some plots you’d like to explore with your character?

Well, the first plot that comes to mind is Egrid finding someone he believes is ‘worthy’ of being a sibling to him and seeing how he might evolve over the course of building that relationship, how he may twist things and the trouble he may cause in his determination to have what he thinks he deserves. Given his connection to the New Orleans coven, seeing him plot with Sophie to finish the Harvest could be very interesting, the relationship that could be built there and the enemies or friends that he could make. Also seeing Egrid evolve as a witch, performing what he believes is good work necessary to finding his family; it could cause many problems for Davina. Given his personality, Egrid has a lot of potential to become a confident of sorts to many other characters who may be feeling alone or in need of a friend. The more he learns the more he may manipulate or use the information to his advantage; he’s a very selfish person deep down and only pretends to care so long as it can get him closer to what he wants and that kind of attitude can cause great conflict down the line.

⤜ Para sample:

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⤜ Would you like to be considered for another character if not accepted as your primary choice? At this point, no.

⤜ Have you read the rules?: Yes

⤜ Would you be willing to have this character killed off? Perhaps, given time to play his plots out to a good extent and develop him somewhat. Though I’d prefer his death be due to my inability to continue playing him and plotted out from there is possible.

⤜ Anything else? Not really, but thanks for reading all of this and I really hope you like Egrid, I’d also really appreciate any feedback you guys have on this, it would mean a lot. Thanks! :D

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