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Characters futures - de Soto, Mendoza and minor characters

Ignacio de Soto is next on our list. I’m afraid we can’t expect a lot of story out of him, with Spain losing California so very soon. But to make it slightly interesting, I think I’ll have an enemy of Gilberto arrange a promotion for him. Timing it out is kind of issue. He leaves only 3 months after the series ends, so I guess we need someone nearer than Spain to do the arranging of things, as there isn’t really time for the message to travel there and back.

Jaime Mendoza is a sergeant. But Mexico is broke and they don’t want to keep so many soldiers out in California. I know California soldiers under the Spanish system could get a disability pension, but I don’t know if there was a retirement pension (which Mendoza would get, as he was a soldier a long time) or if he would just get some land.

I waffle a lot on what to do with him.

Assuming he has a small pension, he does not work any land he has (there have been jokes about him avoiding that sort of work before). And after a Victoria has a child, she hires him to manage the tavern (and he does well, more like in the first season ep than later). He’s literate and keep the daily books, and of course Victoria reviews them.

Tentative plan at the moment is to have him marry in 1825, but I don’t want him marrying someone young enough to be his daughter, so he marries a widow six years younger than himself. While he’s a nice guy, she was not interested back when he was soldier. She only really interacts with him after he retires. She has three children. At the time of the marriage, she has a 23 year old son that she lives with – he inherited his father’s home and small plot of land and has a 21 year old wife and a 2 year old daughter. Also she has a 20 year old daughter who is expecting her first child – unsure if they live with his family or hers or just themselves. Her third child is her 11 year old son who will grow up and eventually own a general store. He and Jaime are close. Jaime’s oldest step-granddaughter names her oldest son after him. Mendoza dies in 1846 at 70 years old.

Now, on to minor characters that I’ve decided to do something with.

Jose Rivas had a goal of one day owning a lot of land, and he achieved it. Even when we saw him in “Rush to Judgement” his circumstances seemed much improved from his first appearance. He continues to grow and expand, through both purchase and later land grants. He marries shortly after the series ends, and our characters will attend his wedding. He got a couple more decades of growing to do, but he’s in a financial state where he’s ready to marry. He’s certainly prosperous compared to the typical person at this time but nowhere near the heights to socialize with the wealthy. He marries a woman who’s grandmother was a poblador (not sure on spelling – original settler of Los Angeles). Grandma was mulatto, but her kids and grandkids are perceived as mestizo. The marriage was more of fondness and mutual goals than love or passion. Big families were fashionable among the wealthy and he’s getting wealthier, so he had six children (one died in infancy). His youngest daughter (third child) marries Diego’s youngest son.

Maria Valverdes was the one whose husband Jose was accused of murdering. She was much younger than her husband. So for my story, it was an arranged match. She was fond of him, and sad he died. But she was never wooed or courted, and wanted romance. She couldn’t have kids anyway, so she discreetly took up with a similarly ranked fellow a few years her junior. Except it turns out it was her husband who couldn’t have kids, and she’s in trouble now. The fellow would have married her (she’s quite wealthy), but he already married someone else he knocked up by time she found out she was pregnatn. She assumed he was seeing others – she’d never planned to marry him, but was just having a bit of what she thought was pretty safe fun. But it does leave her in a pickle. But while illegitimacy was certainly a stigma, out in California at that time it wasn’t future-destroying – not with the child’s “good blood” and no legitimate siblings to lay claim to her mother’s fortune. The baby will actually end up marrying Diego’s oldest daughter’s brother-in-law (these families marry into each other a lot).

Rafael and Margarita are happy together, despite their rocky start. We first see them again when Rafael’s dad and all his kids and grandkids go to Los Angels for a big party for Alejandro’s 60th birthday. At this point Rafael has two daughter – a one year-old and almost-four year-old. Definitely makes Diego think about the life he’s missing out on. At this point, he and Victoria are not yet pretending to be courting. Margarita wants to make up for prior actions against Victoria, so decides to set her up with Diego, regardless of difference in rank. Our heroes get wind of this and roll with it. They are totally laughing at Margarita. But it does make a good way for them to publicly begin a romantic relationship.

Rafael and Margarita will eventually have 6 children (4 girls, 2 boys). Rafael has two younger sisters, but he inherits the entire rancho. His sisters get equal value, but theirs is in cattle, jewelry, money, and other movable goods rather than land. Rafael also bequeaths his own estate in six equal parts. The land is divided between his two son and his youngest (only unmarried) daughter, while the other daughters get cash.

Francisco Escalante has a bright future ahead of him. He’s ambitious and climbing the ladder. Many soldiers switched sides to support independence in the end and he’ll be one of them. It’s not like he was ever all that loyal, give his family history. Having made the right allegiances, he’s rewarded with a land grant in California. He’s very much pleased at the idea of becoming a caballero. But it will take time. So, to start with, he’s assigned a post in California (not Los Angeles). He reconnects with a woman he’s been courting, but not yet in a financial position to marry. With his new circumstance, a wedding follows soon enough. Her family aren’t rancheros, but aren’t peasants, either. She’s a of a higher class than one he was born to, but one suitable to a lieutenant without family connections to wealth and power.

Victoria gave him some money (which is really just his portion of the inheritance, since it was left all to her after dad and brothers took off), and he uses that to help set up the rancho. He keeps his job. By 1827, the rancho is profitable enough for him to leave his work and move to Los Angeles.

Francisco’s wife dies in 1830, during childbirth with their third son (who also died). Later on, after secularization, he will acquire another land grant, double the size of his rancho. He will leave one to each of his surviving sons. Francisco dies in 1845, so he never has to see the Americans overrun his home. Though that also means he never gets to say “I told you so.” (Well, he did after what happened with Texas, technically, but you know what I mean). He was very unhappy with the Anglos moving in and said it would not end well for Californios.

His sons are 18 and 22 when he dies. And they right before the Mexican American war and then the gold rush and them making more money than they ever thought about. And that slows down, and then there’s a really horrible drought and just a busy couple decades.

Ramon Escalante is headed back home to Los Angeles, too. Like Victoria, he’s got a good head for business. With his inheritance, he sets up a drayage business and build a warehouse at San Pedro. He’ll do well financially and eventually that success will lead to him getting a land grant (half the size of his brother’s original one) and he’ll have some cattle and vineyard. He’ll actually get into shipping too – renting space on boats others own to bring goods into Los Angeles that he thinks will sell well.

Ramon takes to courting a neophyte at the Mission San Gabriel, and they marry. She really does not like the church at all. It’s the church that calls them perpetual children, refuses them control over their own lives, etc. She had a lot siblings and she was the only one to survive to adulthood (child mortality rates in southern California missions were horrible). It is, however, unwise to share one's deep dislike of the church, and she keeps her mouth shut about it. She’s been married a couple of years before even her siblings-in-law know.

They will have five children. Two will go to San Francisco to make their fortunes in the early 1850s.

#new world zorro #zorro 1990 #jaime mendoza #ignacio de soto #j.g. hertzler #james victor

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🍌 - “I know I just spit blood all over you, and this is probably the wrong time, but I really like you.” 🍎 - “ I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.” 🍓 - “My mind is a dark place, you wouldn’t want to visit.” For Kakashi please if you’re still taking requests! Thank you so much, I love your writing!

So, I honestly had struggled to write this one for a while which is why it was so late! I am very sorry my lovely anon! I hope you enjoy this little twist I put on the prompts!

Word Count: 1653

Squick: Death

[Y/N] had once heard that fog crept in on little cat feet, sitting silently as it observed the world it clouded with his essence.

Summer rains were altogether a different creature.

They are not quite as graceful as a feline, yet are not as wild as the stallion. Her footsteps echoed across the wet pavement as she heads home from a long day working in the village’s hospital. She clutches onto her umbrella desperately trying to prevent any of the sun-shower from soaking her to the bone.

Cutting through the graveyard she sees a man standing near a memorial stone, something about his stance rang familiar to the young woman. As she drew nearer she recognized her former partner from their days working together in the ANBU.

“Kakashi-Sensei, you’ve gotten caught in the rain.” She walked up behind him and held the umbrella over them both.

He glanced to her, his one visible eye meeting hers.

“Thank you, [Y/N]. I didn’t realize you were still,” He paused for a moment as if he is unsure how to finish the sentence.

“Around?” She offered and he nodded.

“I’m training to be a medical-nin now. I’ve just come from the hospital.” As she talked she glanced down at the two names etched in permanence.

“Everyday?” She looked up at her former team leader. With his mask on he would be impossible to read to anyone else. It was long ago when [Y/N] learned how to translate his emotions from just his body language alone. When their friendship had been its strongest, he had opened up to her about losing his teammates.

“If not twice a day.” He responds matter-of-factly and she nodded before she glanced over to another stone a few rows away. The grass had barely begun to grow from the fresh dirt.

“As do I, it’s been almost four months and I still haven’t adjusted to life as a widow. I still find myself looking out of our kitchen window hoping to see him coming home to me.-” She let out a soft sigh as Kakashi took the umbrella from her hands, “-I just wasn’t ready to say goodbye, ya know?”

“May I walk you home?” He questioned and she nodded as she shoved her hands into her pockets to warm up her fingers.

“Thank you Kakashi-Sensei, I would appreciate that. Very much.”

They walk through the rest of the graveyard as the serein fell around them, but the sudden summer storm began to let up as they neared the turn that would lead to where [Y/N] lived.

“Is it just you now? Since…” His voice trails off and she nods.

“Since losing Hyousuke? No, my mother moved in to help me tend to things while I prepare for the baby to come.” Her hand gently touches her slightly swollen stomach where her child was.

“I’m sorry I didn’t attend the funeral, I was away on mission.” Kakashi commented as the rain began to let up, Kakashi folded the umbrella and carried it under his arm. The warmth of sunshine slowly spread across the land as [Y/N] reflects on her husband’s funeral.

“It was a beautiful service.” She admits with a smile as she feels the baby kick suddenly, causing her to gently rub the spot where the foot had been.

“She’s kicking.” [Y/N] chuckled and sighed with a soft smile, “Whenever I talk about her father, she kicks me. Especially if I’m sad. It’s like she wants to remind me that a piece of him is still here.”

“It’s a girl? You’re sure?” Kakashi asks and she can hear the smile on his lips, “You always wanted a daughter.”

He was right, on long missions away from their village she would often talk about the future she hoped to have one day. The future that had been ripped away the morning Lady Tsunade had knocked on her front door to tell her that Hyousuke would never meet his child.

They step up the stairs leading to her front door and she turns to her friend who stood like an awkward school boy a step below her.

“Come in for tea? I want to continue picking your brain for a little bit. It’s a nice distraction from the quietness here.” She extends the invitation as she unlocks the front door.

“My mind is a dark place, I wouldn’t suggest you visit long.” He muses as they step inside and into the hallway of [Y/N]’s childhood home. Her mother had given it to her and her husband as a wedding present, and she was grateful to be raising her own child in a familiar setting.

She takes off her jacket and then glances over at her friend in his damp clothes.“Let me go look through what I have left of Hyousuke’s things, you two are around the same size. I can’t have you catching cold.” She heads up the stairs to her bedroom. She rarely opened her husband’s dresser unless it was just to smell the ghost of his cologne, or to put away the occasional shirt she still found around the house that needed to be washed. She pulled out a pair of olive green slacks and a black long sleeved t-shirt.

“You won’t mind, would you darling?” She looks over at the picture of her love that she kept on the nightstand. Lately she found herself talking to his pictures as if they would respond, she was grateful they hadn’t. Greif could make a person crazy and she needed to be on her best for the child she carried inside of her.

When she comes back downstairs, she hands the clothing to Kakashi and then directs him down the hallway to the first floor bathroom.

While he changes, she turns to the stove and puts the kettle on the flame. She washes her hands before grabbing two large jade colored mugs from the cabinet and setting them on the countertop. A tea bag is added to each and she lays out the glass jar of honey and the container of sugar. She couldn’t remember how he took his tea.

Kakashi walked into the kitchen a few minutes later and [Y/N] took his clothes and stepped onto the small kitchen porch to hang them on the clothes line.

She came back in to see Kakashi pour the hot water into their mugs and she smiled.

“I couldn’t remember if you prefer sugar or honey. So I left it up to you.”She admits as she pulls a stool close to the counter and climbs her six months pregnatn body up onto it.

“Ooh it’s getting hard to do much of anything.” She chuckled softly as she glanced up at Kakashi who lets out a laugh.

“When are you due?” He asked as he stirs a spoon around his cup, dissolving the honey he had put in.

“Oh, the end of October.”

“That’s not to far off.” As he said this head gently tugged his mask down and [Y/N] smiled, glad to see his familiar face.

“You still wear that thing, huh?” She teased him softly and he smirks as he takes a sip of his tea.

“Old habits die hard.”

They chat over the steaming cups as they catch up over the last three years of not seeing each other. He talks about his genin team, both in frustration and admiration. She shares with him the decision to become a medical-nin and he looks at her from across the table.

“What happened to the [Y/N] who I fought side by side with?” He questions and she sighs, shaking her head as she glances over to the window above her sink.

“She realized she was not as invincible as she told herself she was.” She feels tears brim at the edge of her eyes and she wipes them away before they’re able to fall down her cheeks.

“When Lady Tsunade knocked on my door back in March, my entire world shattered Kakashi.” Her voice quivered as she relives that day in her head, as she often did in her nightmares, “I realized that I was all my baby had left. I couldn’t risk leaving them an orphan.”

Kakashi nods, he reaches out and gently takes the hand of the girl he had watched grow from an awkward recruit into one of the bravest fighters he had ever known. She was one of the few people he would trust with his life.

“Hyousuke would probably call me silly for giving up, but I also like to think that he would want me to put our daughter above anything.” She gives Kakashi’s hand a gentle squeeze and he returns the gesture.

“I think you’re incredibly brave.”

She smiled at his words, and looked up. She rubs her other hand across her mouth to wipe away the tea that moistiend her lips, only to glance at her hand and see blood.

“Ah, shoot. Every since I’ve gotten pregnant, my lips tend to crack and bleed from time to time.” She explains and presses a napkin to her lower lip to soak up the little amount of blood that trickled out.

As she does this they continue their conversation, she enjoyed hearing about his life. It masked the loud silence of death that echoed across her home. As she takes a sip of tea, she suddenly coughs, spewing tea and blood across the table and onto Kakashi’s hand.

“Ah! I am so sorry Kakashi-Sensei!” She blushes but laughs as she cleans up the mess she made.

“It’s nothing serious.” He muses playfully and she smirks.

“You know, maybe this is bad timing because I just spit blood all over you but, I really like having you back around Kakashi.” She gives his hand a gentle squeeze before getting up to put their dishes into the sink.

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