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scaramel · 3 years

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baking cookies with them

ft. albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, venti, xiao

a/n: genshin fic community pls accept my first offering in the form of this generic premise i started writing at 3 am 👉👈 also quick reminder to drink water and do your daily comissions <3

ALBEDO

albedo would be intrigued by the idea, albeit partly because he sees it as an opportunity to run some experiments. would certain potions remain effective once baked? which results could he procure after consumption? and could the most unpleasant tasting potions be altered with the power of sugar and chocolate chips? so many questions and data to collect.

if you agree to it, good luck!! you'll be roped into testing all of his hypotheses one by one. which, arguably, shouldn't be that bad as long as you get to spend time together. he'll make up for it eventually by baking you a much more proper serving of cookies. no lizard tails or pops of bright colors sticking out this time.

"did you enjoy those?" he asks almost expectantly, looking up as you finish the last piece. "i could always have an oven stationed at the camp to make more whenever you come by. would you like that?"

CHILDE

childe is enthusiastic, to say the least. sure, he could always take you to countless extravagant dinners and have the finest bakers in all of teyvat serve you exactly what your heart desires — yet nothing beats the smell of a kitchen doused in egg yolks, flour, and the memories that all too well remind him of home.

childe would present you his favorite recipe, one of many that he had used to make with his siblings. all the while, you'd hear him fondly recalling all the times teucer would accidentally knock something over out of excitement, or all the times tonia tried to sneak some of the cookies into her room.

the stories end when you place the last tray into the oven and turn around to catch a soft smile on childe's lips. looking particularly lovestruck, he plants a kiss on your cheek, mumbling a gentle thank you for how happy you make him in the simplest ways.

DILUC

diluc initially offers to have a personal chef bake you a serving, yet finds himself perplexed when you shake your head and instead suggest making it yourselves. only after making sure that no, you don't want him to place an order at your regular favorite bakery, does he finally submit to your wishes.

he would purchase recipe books in advance and attempt a few practice sessions on his own, and although diluc's efforts don't title him the best baker in all of teyvat overnight, it does substantially improve his baking capabilities.

yet of course, humble as ever, he takes no credit whatsoever for the cookies you end up baking together, claiming all the gratitude is owed to your exceptional skills instead.

KAEYA

kaeya is the type that would take every chance he gets to have some harmless fun and mess around with you here and there. whether it's a playful swipe of cream against your nose or the rather questionable shapes he forms with the cookie dough. either way, his goal is to make every second you spend with him filled with nothing but snorts and giggles. and a few flirtatious lines here and there.

if you toss in a complaint for him to "take things more seriously" this man would just effectively shut you up with a bunch of kisses all over your face and a hand firmly pressed against your back. only when you begin to melt into him does he finally stop abruptly to go back and work on the cookies.

"what? im just doing as you asked, sweetheart. the cookies wont make themselves if i'm too busy kissing you the entire time, no?"

in conclusion: sly cheeky bastard.

KAZUHA

kazuha is honored to share such a simple yet heartfelt moment with you. so much so that he heads out to gather all the necessities the next morning before the sun had even risen and before you had the chance to wake. of course, he insists it's alright. you are his treasured companion, after all.

light chatter would fill the air most of the time, with kazuha telling you more stories about his travels and tales of his hometown desserts that he would love to recreate for you some other time. the rest, however, is pure comfortable silence. you both find comfort in the soft cluncking of kitchen utensils and the gentle autumn wind passing through the open windows.

"we should leave the dough to rise for now. in the mean time, why don't we go on a stroll while i read you some of my new haikus?"

VENTI

venti is just glad to spend time with you, really. even if he goofs around a lot by suggesting to make apple flavored cookies or accidentally spilling flour all over your kitchen floor, he truly means well. even if it means ending up with terrible tasting cookies or help cleaning your floors for the rest of the evening, he doesn't mind at all. not as long as you can spend time together and smile some more for him.

rest assured, he'll try to make up for it later by singing you as many tunes with his lyre as you wish.

XIAO

xiao is reluctant at first. he doesn't understand why you'd want to do such an elaborate activity with him, nor what enjoyment there is to be derived from it. and yet his adamance evaporates completely the moment he sees the glimmer in your eyes and the way you smile at him oh so warmly — for you, he tries.

his sharp eyes remain trained on the way you mix the cookie dough; carefully adding a different ingredient at a time into a concoction that he doesn't deem to be that appetizing. regardless, he commits every little detail to memory as he works on his own batter dilligently, almost as if he's trying to impress you.

if you tease him for it, xiao would let out a small grumble in response. "i truly don't understand why you mortals enjoy partaking in such complicated procedures," he would say, despite the unwavering concentration he had on the cookie cutter in his hands.

if you praise him, however, he'll stiffen ever so slightly with the faintest tint of pink on his cheeks. "i just thought this would help me understand you better," he admits.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x reader headcanons #genshin x reader #albedo x reader #childe x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #kazuha x reader #venti x reader #xiao x reader

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tartagliaxx · 3 years

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im pretty sure childe is one of the best genshin men husbando - wise.

kids?? he has so many siblings, definitely knows how to take care of them. money? I really don't think that's a problem considering his job. also he's like a malewife, like yes he probably cooks amazing food. on the other hand, you never know if one day he doesn't come home, just because of his thirst for a challenge in battle.

albedo is also probably good at this stuff, since he's always taking care of klee, but he strikes me as someone who detests babies for some reason, or he's try and experiment on them or something lmao

sincerely, ❄️ anon

i can’t argue w that. tagliatelle is a family man through and through. i think he’ll be the definition of a nearly perfect husband and that i say w no bias whatsoever. i agree w everything you’ve said but also, i feel like he’s not going to be the type to laze around the house? like, your work and chores are his too and if he was going to be honest, he prefers your spring cleaning ‘dates’ over the luxurious ones he books for you. he’ll remember every anniversary and important dates like— this man would give your family gifts for their birthdays without you needing to say anything. i feel like he knows when to act serious too? a very good listener as well so like, your relationship is pretty healthy in terms of communication. on another hand, he’s a walking death flag as you said and i feel like he tends to take things to the extreme? like he could be so protective that it almost feels suffocating. i also feel like he’s the type to walk away and slam the door shut when you fight. idk where i’m going w this but yea… childe is a good husband but he has faults too.

on another hand, i feel obligated to defend my boyfriend, albedo. yes, boyfriend. albedo would literally be the perfect boyfriend like how?? he would do all the fluffy fanfiction things that make your heart skip a bit unironically. that’s just how he is. would leave you snacks and drinks, would write short letters for you behind his sketches of you, would remind you of things through post-it notes on top of your books and would sway you to the beat of an old, slow song in the middle of a rainy day. sure, he’s a little bit busy but he always gifts you something when you meet up even if it’s just for a quick break. flowers, some crystal he found in an expedition or a handcrafted snow globe. he’s such a cutie. if you have younger siblings, he’ll offer to watch over them and they would 100% choose him over you. albedo wouldn’t be a bad husband per se, but he’s definitely not the most perfect one. you’ll feel his absence more now that you live in one house and he’s also not the most physically affectionate. i don’t think he hates babies though. like as an alchemist, i think he’d be fascinated by the nature of it. would definitely do experiments on the baby but i think he has enough sense to only do the harmless ones like how would they react to lemon scented things after tasting a lemon or smth like that. i just don’t see him intentionally putting anyone in harm’s way lol. would definitely be a little distant from his child tho. like, they have open-communication but they are not buddy-buddy like how i think tartaglia and his child would be. the line between their relationship would be firm and like,, respect is due where it should be.

#˗ˋˏ°• letters from cat island •°ˎˊ˗#˗ˋˏ°• from my darling : ❄️ •°ˎˊ˗

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word-addict-lisette · 3 years

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Dear Lisette,

I am back in you inbox, yay! How was your day? How's life? How's school?

I am really mad because we had this piece of work and it was like "pen down your idea on this statement, 'i can do whatever i want on the internet as long as i don't get caught' and i put down my thoughts which were 'this statement is true, i stand by it and you can do whatever you like as long as you don't get caught and don't own up' and then people were like throwing shade at me and i looked at it. I have 5 comments.

My teachers tried to delete it, my classmates literally lectured me and then she read it out loud and the whole class went looking for that one note i made. In the comments, people are spelling my name in caps. It was my opinion, and oh, look all of them are basically hypocrites. Let me just say, these people make me uncomfortable, they don't talk about exactly nice things or approriate things and they are all commenting ( without names too may i add) like "KAT, THAT'S NOT HOW THINGS WORK!" but with my real name and just arghhh.

Also if my teachers wanted me to say, "no, that isn't the right thing to do," or any other answer that the others provided them with, they shouldn't have asked for my opinion. They should have just forced us all to just type the same thing. The other people all wrote like, "no, its unethical and bad" or "False, no, its bad" and stuff like that, filmsy evidence and elaboration. I HAVE MORALS, i am just saying the truth. I feel like the victim of a hate crime. People don't like me enough already, i am a very intresting person, uh, yeah, we are gonna stop there.

Enjoy the rant i guess? I don't know? I am sorry for loading on you but there's a little extra rant so uh, yeah. im just gonna take this out, one sec.

Ok, so uh my teacher was like, next week, we are making pancakes. Fluffy pancakes. It was changed to pancakes without eggs? and now we have to make it ourselves, at home. Where do i get flour? What do i do with the extra flour? I don't know how to cook at all, my partner who has been extremely controlling and like kinda driving me insane, ( ahem i did the whole coursework) also she uses my friend's name for everything? Like, bestie i was literally helping out and you went all, "Oh you don't want (friend's name) to see you burnt right?". Obviously i don't but if i burnt down my house, she wouldn't be surprised. I BURNT MYSELF LAST YEAR, SHE SAW ME BURN MYSELF. Well, my friend burnt me and then the week after that, she burnt herself.

This happens a lot. Also, the very common questions and statements of, "Are you straight?" , "aren't you and (friend's name) dating?", "you guys would make such a cute couple" , " aren't you bi?" and "i thought the two of you were dating," there is nothing wrong with being bi but i am not attracted to her like that. So, they use her for leverage over me to get me to do what they want and also think im dating her? If we were dating, we would both be homeless. I like my house. This doesn't only happen with her. I once got shipped with my brother. I hugged him and some guy was like, "oh you guys like each other," that was awkward. Can i just add, a lot of people like majority of that community know we are siblings.

I also get shipped with his best friend, thanks to a rumor my brother made up. So, sometimes, i would get like comments like, "oh, you like him" or "(brother's name) told me that you and (brother's best friend) are dating," we are not dating. WE ARE JUST REALLY GOOD FRIENDS. I LIKE A FICTIONAL CHARACTER. LEAVE ME ALONE. Also, everytime i have a picture of a guy on my phone or something my cousin just has to tell my brother. THEY ARE STREAMERS. ONE IS OF V FROM BTS SO I CAN TRAMATISE MY FRIEND.

Everytime i cry, someone comes in my room. It is so annoying. LEAVE ME ALONE, I WANT TO CRY. This is why i started reading sad books, listening to sad songs, watching sad movies so i have a reason to cry. There was this once, i wasnt selected to be part of my choir's competition and i was sad about it because i didn't feel good enough. THEY SAID I WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH. So, i cried but it wasn't enough so i read the saddest book i could find so i had a reason to cry but by that time, my feelings were gone. This is why i get breakdowns when im overwhelmed because of all this. You know how old i am. I have to deal with this and the pressure of always wanting to be perfect. What else can i do? I am not pretty or smart or talented or have friends, i have like 6 friends and nobody ever keeps me company. So, i focus on being perfect. 100%, i deal with not having any attention because my parents didn't pay me any attention just because i was "independent" or something?

Did i mention, i babysit all my siblings? I am the second child. I baby-sit my older brother. I am sleep-deprived because i can't sleep well at night and i constantly worry about everything and i have to take care of all my friends and it is so exhausting. Yet, i can not cry.

Thanks for staying with me through whatever that was. Uh, yeah, i took the quiz and got chaotic academia. That is my aesthetic. I really want one of those fancy skirts they wear like on pintrest and stuff? Like you know what i mean? The academia skirt? Yeah, i don't have one yet.

Question of the day, what is your dream profession or you could answer my other question which is what would you want to look like? Or you could answer both?

Ok, thank you again. i am gonna go study. Love and hugs and just literal joy sent your way!

- Kat, the ultimate dino mom of Leo, Billy Bob, Jessica, Sophie, Jackson, Sarah, Lily, the Micheals and all her other kids. (Jessica, Sophie and Jackson are mailboxes and Lily is a computer, Micheal is my screwdriver and laptop pencil, there are two micheals.)

Dear Kat,

It's really good to see you in my inbox. I'm sorry for replying late, but exams really had occupied my schedule today and I got my Saturday exam tomorrow. This week is going to be stressful and today's day has been pathetic. I had nothing to do except study and write exams. I feel like I haven't really been social recently and That I'm losing touch with people that I used to be close with and basically I'm letting overthinking take over my mind.

That is so sick. Why is someone's genuine opinion bothering them so much? I totally wouldn't be able to tolerate that. They ought to understand that there is a fine line between a fact and an opinion, and what you stated was just an OPINION. they have no right whatsoever to come at you like that. I totally agree... the teachers ought to have not asked for your opinion if all they desired was a particularly specific answer which opposed the statement. one of the reasons I hate the schooling system has to be THIS. people who are putting comments like that ought to realize that what you stated is exactly what they do in real life. They just want to be seen as the good kid here. At least you have the guts enough to speak the truth.

Miss! You don't have to worry about ranting out to me. You can rant to me for days and I'd still listen. Just go on ranting nobody is stopping you.

Ahhh! I've had that happen to me. I really understand how tough that can be. I really really hate being shipped with someone who I am just platonically friends with like you've got no valid proof to believe that we are romantically involved with each other. I've burnt myself plenty of times too. It's not a pleasant experience. Plus I also hate having controlling partners. Cause all they do is boss you around while they are barely doing a thing. It sucks.

Why? Just why? Why does it even matter to them? Who you date and what your sexuality is, is none of their business. I have no idea why people concern themselves with topics that really don't involve them. It's like people are just ready to make gossip out of anything. A person can't have a bestie without not liking them? I don't get what's so difficult to understand about that. I hate it when I'm casually talking to a guy and people start shipping us and start spreading rumors of us being in a romantic relationship. Another thing they do is, if a person likes me, they automatically assume that I like him back when I've barely even ever spoken to that guy. And yes! I like fictional characters! Don't even assume I like any of you fools cause You idiots bully me and ship me with total crackheads... And my standards are good enough for me to not include you guys in my list of *appropriate candidates* which consists of non-existent people.

Similarly, the moment I'm chatting with some guy, or like have a pic with someone on my mobile phone people just assume that fact that I'm crushing on him. Like no! I don't. We are friends... the others are celebrities, Why can't you understand that? I can't imagine how thick their skull must be considering they can't let a small statement like that sink in.

The crying thingy... I feel personally attacked. Nobody lets me do anything in peace, let alone crying. I literally use the washroom in my room and even my sister comes in there just banging on the door asking me to get the heck out of there and go somewhere else, like can't she use the other two washrooms or what? I like listening to sad stuff and reading angst cause somehow or the other it calms me down... it makes me feel at peace cause I know I'm not the only one who feels like crying. I've got a lot of friends, nobody remembers my birthday, I remember all of theirs'. They don't even text me, It's always me who takes the first step. All my friends just want me by their side cause I'm a smartass they want to show off as a trophy and cause I've got much better sarcasm than them. They just want to benefit from me. That's all. GOD, I'm not pretty at all. I look like a random idiot all the time. I look pathetic. And I lack talent... And you! I warned you, miss! You are pretty, beautiful, talented, smart, friendly, caring, kind and THE BEST!!!

I've never been given attention. Never ever. My sister has always stolen the spotlight. And I hate it. Not even my friends acknowledge me, my parents just ehhhhh. No matter how good I score, No matter how good I behave, No matter what. I'm just never good enough. My parents think of me as a rebellious kid. And I don't know what to do about that. All I've ever done is listen to them. My parents never allowed me to go out and play with my friends when I was a kid, they never let me go on overnight trips, and they barely let me spend time with the few friends I have. They never let me go to outings my school friends planned. Despite that, I never complained. I never had good friends because of that, yet I never complained. A lot of kids my age roam around in shopping malls by themselves, have sleepovers, spend money, roam around with tons of makeup on their faces, are in relationships, and even get into illegal shit. I've never done anything Like that. And yet... I'm never the good kid. I'm still the rebel.

I've got to take care of my sister almost every day. Get her to study, study myself, take care of myself while tolerating my grandmother. I really don't like my grandma, she s very fussy and just keeps yelling around the house the moment my dad and mom leave the house. I've got sensory overload because of her voice. And now I sit and have an anxiety attack almost every time she speaks. I've always got to strive for perfection as well. And I too can't sleep well at night just cause all the worries of the world, keep weighing me down.

Chaotic academia sounds good. It's the same aesthetic my sister got when I asked her to take the test! And oooh! Me too! I love those skirts and outfits they show on Pinterest. I'd love to have them someday.

My dream profession has to be that of a writer. Or perhaps even running a library. just something cozy. Ohh! I'd love to have brown hair, and I'd want to be tall just a little shorter than What I am right now. I just reached my father's height yesterday. And more or less, I'd like the rest to stay just as it is. and perhaps a lighter shade of skin tone. What about you though?

My question for you! If you were to be stranded on a beach island for a week. Who would you bring with you and how would you spend your time there. You can include whatever elements of nature you want to include like forests, lakes, and all.

Sending love, warmth, hugs, and whatever I have to spare that you would like to you!!!!

-Love from Lisette

P.S. That's an interesting family you've got, right there!

#kat the eccentric(indeed)#sweet sweet asks #dear kat #love from lisette #long post

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artificialhearts · 3 years

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“Welcome!”

“The name’s Freddy Fazbear, and Ah welcome ya to our home. Play nice. Get ta know us (about). Read them rules down below... Don’t break any of ‘em.”

A multi-muse blog dedicated to a heavily canon-divergent depiction of the animatronics from the Five Nights at Freddy’s series. We primarily focus on Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie, Foxy, and Chica in this blog - however, many other characters can make an appearance, such as Evan Afton, Fredbear, and more recently, GlamRock Bonnie.

Sideblog to the @surveillancebunny. If the bunny follows you, then we can interact - you’re not required to follow the bunny.

Mun info: He/him, 25+ yrs, 15+ RPing experience.

Mutuals may request discord in IMs for plotting. Please be aware this blog was originally @our-family, but since I lost the email to that account, I can no longer access it. Many themes and headcanons will be carried over from that blog.

Be advised this is a sideblog to @surveillancebunny. Sorry, but that’s how it is for now - you are not required to follow or interact with the surveillance bunny blog whatsoever if you are only interested in this one.

Detailed About with list of Muses found here.

Blog Rules

- This blog is private - which means I will only interact with mutuals. If the @surveillancebunny follows you, then I would be happy to interact.

- IMs open to mutuals for plotting. I love starters and greetings - but I also love plotting.

Standard RP Etiquette

- No godmodding, power playing, blahblah...

- Romance Shipping is kinda iffy for me. There’s only one ship with the animatronics that I’m down for, and I generally prefer to discuss it with established RP partners. No. Smut.

- For me, Platonic love all the way! I love developing friendships, sibling relationships, parent child, uncle aunt, weird cousin, so on! Happy acquaintances are also great with me too. :) Let’s plot it out.

- I reserve the right to accept or reject anons/asks/starter requests. Usually won’t reject ‘em though. Sometimes I like to take my time with a really good ask to make sure my answer is just right, so don’t get discouraged if I take while!

- Saying it again; no sexual content on this blog whatsoever.

- Do not reblog my Headcanons/Roleplays.

Triggers

- Be warned that this blog will touch on darker subjects; murder, death, lots of angst, violence. I will do my best to tag, but specific triggers might slip by the wayside. If you have a trigger that seems to commonly come up in this fandom, feel free to send an ask recommending a tag.

Go ahead and like this post if you’ve read the rules. (Not required, it just makes me smile!)

#Rules -#read em please #OOC -#mun speaks

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our-family · 3 years

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“Welcome.”

“The name’s Freddy Fazbear, and Ah welcome ya to our home. Play nice. Get ta know us. Read them rules down below... Don’t break any of ‘em.”

Prefer semi-lit to lit, mutuals only.

Mun info: He/him, 28 yrs, 15+ RPing experience. Mutuals may request discord in IMs for plotting. Sometimes mun might fail to read social cues and become overwhelming, we deeply apologize for this and strongly urge all followers to be open with us if mun has done or said anything upsetting!

Detailed About with list of Muses found here.

Blog Rules

- Please do not reblog RPs that you are unaffiliated with. It’s weird.

- Please be mindful of spam liking; I really appreciate every single like! But if I get 20 in a row all of a sudden, it’s extremely disorientating.

- Honestly, I would write more rules, but a lot of this should be standard Tumblr etiquette. Rules will be added when as people break ‘em, I guess...

Standard RP Etiquette

- No godmodding, power playing, blahblah...

- Romance Shipping is kinda iffy for me. I’m bad at human verses, and most of my characters are animatronics. Additionally, I’m just not very good at it - though I LOVE to see others have fun with adorable couples!

- No sexual content on this blog whatsoever.

- Sideblogs are welcome! Personal blogs may follow, but I would appreciate it if all RP is done strictly through your sideblog. Additionally, I will constantly forget who’s personal belongs to which sideblog! So be sure to clarify who you are with every message (even if we RP’d before; make sure I don’t mistake you for anyone!).

- Do not reblog my Headcanons/Roleplays unless they relate to your muse, and we are mutuals. If you agree or like my headcanons, just leave a like! You can always rewrite the headcanons in your own words if you wish to adapt them to your blog. :)

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- OCs are welcome; however, be sure to have an About page clearly listed on your blog for me to review. Cause I will review it. Repeatedly.

- My characters won’t usually know your OC immediately unless we plot it out beforehand - though recently I’ve found it easy to have the animatronics recognize regular customers and staff.

- Anons welcome anytime, but please keep it respectable. This is a family establishment.

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Go ahead and like this post if you’ve read the rules. (Not required, it just makes me smile!)

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schnees-and-schnugs · 4 years

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head empty baby schneebling ficlet ??? (just so yall know i had no idea what this was going to be about until i started typing so im gonna be surprised by what i write too). if it seems that winter has chronic ADHD brain in this fic its bc i have chronic ADHD brain and that’s just how i roll.

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Winter tried to ignore the meowing as long as she could. After all, there was not a single feline creature to be found in the manor, so either she’s dreaming or hallucinating. Or maybe her ears are ringing from her father’s latest tantrum.

Being held hostage at the dinner table and forced to listen to his incessant barking voice ought to have caused me permanent brain damage. She smirked under her covers. Now if I can close my eyes and go back to sleep-

“MEEEEROOOWOOW”

What the fuck is that?

Winter knew she ought to get up but she really did not want to. Her thighs ached from horse riding lessons earlier in the day. Her head ached from her business studies her father forced down her throat. Her soul ached from the pain of existence. She was beginning to think she was being punished for some transgression- if being unbelievably charming and sexy deserved- actually, I don’t think I’m going to finish that train of thought.

Winter could only tolerate her own sense of humor in small doses, but giver her situation- her entire life up to this point- she didn’t think having an unbecoming jocularity was high up on her list of Current Problems and Tragedies. In fact, it’s quite low given that her father makes up the better part of the first half.

She rolled onto her side, one ear muffled by her pillow, and the other under the soft thick layer of her cotton blanket. The noise seemed to have disappeared, and Winter was quite okay with that. She wondered briefly of the possibility of a mountain lion finding its way into the Schnee Estate. She wasn’t even sure if wild animals such as that existed in Solitas, much less bright and pristine Atlas. Winter wasn’t even sure if mountain lions meowed.

If a beast made it’s way into the manor, what would I even do? No doubt she would try to locate the animal, gather Weiss and Whitley in her arms and stow them somewhere safe. Maybe even use a piece of meat to lure the lion into father’s bedroom, she mused. Winter tried lull herself back to sleep with the thought of her father begging her for mercy as she unleashes her new pet-

“MREEEEEEEEEEEWOOOOOOOOOOOOOW”

Her eyes snapped open. Gods-

A soft muffled voice followed the feline yell. A familiar voice. A voice exactly suited for one little boy she new very well.

Winter narrowed her eyes and listening closely. She could tell it was Whitley from the general childish sound of his tone, but due to her very comfortable position in bed, she couldn’t quite her the specifics. Huffing, she sat up and pricked up her ears.

“... quiet....please kitty... you’re going to wake up....”

Winter sputtered. Kitty?

Did Whitley somehow bring a cat into the manor? She didn’t doubt that given the chance he would- he was overly fond of animals in a way that Winter never understood. Not that she hated animals per se, but the idea of the added responsibility of a pet on top of her already ever-growing responsibilities of being heir to the SDC did not sit well with her. Whitley on the other hand, being the third child, and well, and actual child, didn’t really have much to care about beyond his normal tutoring sessions. Which means that, of course he can have a tiny bird feeders outside his window to feed the little birdies and cry at the sight of a roasted chicken because how could they kill and cook and innocent little animal?

Winter didn’t understand how a child under 10 years of age could be taken by vegan persuasions- even Father was shocked to silence at that outburst at the dinner table.

The sound of Whitley’s voice faded out as Winter strained her ears. If he did bring a cat into the manor, she needed to fix that immediately. Father would be furious at not only being woken up in the middle of the night but Whitley breaking the strict rule of no animals whatsoever allowed indoors.

Father is allergic.

(What animal he’s allergic to is unknown, but Winter suspects he’s just afraid of them).

Sliding off the bed, Winter winced at the feeling of cold tile on her bare feet. She simultaneously thought of giving Whitley a good scolding for making her roll off of bed at such an ungodly hour and thanking the Gods that Whitley’s room was right next to hers on the other side of the wall. And the farthest away from Father’s room.

Sliding her feet into a pair of pale blue fluffy slippers, she cautiously stepped out of her room and into the hallway. The moment the clock strikes 12 the hallway lamps usually shut off on their own, leaving at least this portion of the manor pitch black until the sun rises and lights up through the windows. If Father was working late he would manually change the lights to turn off at a later time- only to suite himself, of course. Everyone else who had the misfortune of living in the manor had to finish up and be back in their rooms by midnight or suffer having to find their room in the dark among the endless doors that lined the hallway. Winter had mastered the art of blindly walking down this hall- but not without multiple mishaps and embarrassments at first, unfortunately.

Arms outstretched, Winter felt her way from her doorway to Whitley’s room. She kept close to the wall and tiptoed, feeling for the doorknob before pressing her ear against the room door.

“Are you hungry little kitty?” There was an affirmative purr and Whitley hummed. “I’m going to have to find you some treats...”

Winter could practically hear the cogs turning in his little adolescent mind. She knew for sure that Whitley was formulating a plan to break into the food storage for the animals in Mom’s garden- would they even have any cat food in there? He surely is going to be disappointed.

Winter sighed. She almost wished she had stayed in bed. She turned the knob and nudged open the door, prompting Whitley to softly gasp.

“Winnie!” She heard him quickly shift on his bed. Winter stepped fully into the space before gently closing the door behind her. She turned towards him and assessed the scene before her. Whitley, in his white nightgown, sat in the middle of the bed. He was cradling a suspicious lump wrapped up with his blanket while his round face was contorted by a small frown as he stared back at his oldest sister.

“Father says that we shouldn’t leave out room after midnight”, the lump shifted and Whitley clutched it tighter.

“Father also says we aren’t allowed to bring animals into the manor...” Winter crossed her arms over her chest. “What’s that on your lap?”

“Nothing!”

“Are you sure?” Whatever annoyance Winter felt melted away at the sight of Whitley pouting. She sauntered playfully to the edge of his bed and wiggled and finger in his face. “Are you lying to me? Your older sister Winnie? You’re lying to me?”

Whitley broke eye contact. “Well...” The lump mewed and a furry white paw extended from out of the cover of the blanket. Winter raised a brow.

“That looks suspiciously like a cat.” Winter crawled into his bed and uncovered the little creature. The cat loafed on Whitley’s lap, grooming the pristine white fur on around its pink paw beans. It looked to be a few years old.

“Isn’t it pretty?” Whitley caressed the cat’s back, having already moved on from the earlier argument. Winter tried to pat its head but the little critter swiftly dodged her palm and scampered to the edge of the bed and curled up, seemingly to sleep. Rude.

There’s a more present matter at hand anyways.

“Where did you find it?” Winter turned her attention back to her little brother.

“Her”

“What?”

“It’s a she, Winnie! Look at her butt!” Winter politely declined the suggestion. She had no interest in inspecting the cat’s backside- she didn’t seem to like Winter anyways.

“Well, where did you find her?”

“I didn’t find her! Mr. Hartley gave her to me”

“The grounds keeper?” Winter scoffed. “Why would he give you a cat?”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Why don’t you don’t believe me?” His eyes started to brim with tears and he grabbed Winters right hand with his own two smaller ones. “Father said we’re not allowed to bring animals in here but I didn’t know what to do! Mr. Hartley said he’s leaving but he can’t take her with him. I said I would keep her. But Father is going to yell at me if he finds out- I’m scared...”

Winter’s chest ached at the desperation in Whitley’s voice. This isn’t normal is it? For a child to be so terrified of their parent like this. When she was his age, she felt the same way- so scared and vulnerable. It was the end of the world to get negative attention from Father, and most of the time it seemed to be the only type of attention he gave. It almost seemed par for the course all those years ago. She didn’t know any better- it was just the norm.

Looking at Whitley, petrified like she was- she could see the abuse from the outside. Almost as if she’s watching her own experiences and she’s chained to a front row seat. Except she didn’t have an older sibling to hold her hand and to share the pain with. To protect her. To defend her. Isn’t that what she always wanted in the worst days of the past? Couldn’t she be that now?

Whitley couldn’t keep the cat. There was no amount of convincing that could make Father give in- it’s always been about his own ego, more than anything. But that doesn’t mean that Father has to know this cat was ever here in the first place. Atlas has plenty of animal shelters, and having a pet cat was in vogue now. She would convince Whitley to let Klein take the cat to the nearest one in the morning. Father would never know if they were discrete.

“Winnie...” Whitley’s bright blue eyes searched her face.

Winter grabbed him under his arms, and with little struggle, sat him between her stretched out legs. She hugged him around the waist from behind and softly told him her plan.

“... do you want to do this with me?”

Whitley sniffed. “I can’t keep her?”

“Father won’t allow you to. We can make sure the kitty is safe and taken care of though... Klein will do this for us, I know it. You won’t get yelled at and you can tell her goodbye in the morning. Father will be none the wiser.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that he’ll never know.”

Whitley was quiet for a few seconds before Winter felt him nod softly beneath her chin. “Can I sleep with her tonight?”

Winter blinked. She forgot it was currently hours past Whitley’s bedtime. He must be half asleep.

“Yes. Just make sure to keep her in your room, okay? I’ll leave a message for Klein to see in the morning. Don’t...” She paused. She noticed Whitley breath start to even out as he fell asleep against her.

I suppose I’m going to be sleeping her tonight also. She needed to make sure that this all goes well. However, Winter couldn’t ignore the uneasiness in the pit of her stomach. Was she just getting Whitley used to this? Hiding secrets out of fear? Was she allowing Father to have his way in Whitley’s eyes? Getting Whitley accustomed to living under Father’s thumb? She was just trying to protect him. But she couldn’t shake the feeling of selfishness, that she was denying Whitley happiness for the sake of peace with their Father.

Mom always told her to choose her battles carefully.

She couldn’t help but feel that if she chose all the wrong ones, she’ll end up hurting Whitley beyond repair.

#rwby #whitley schnee #winter schnee #fic

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