A Family Matter

This Sort of went sideways, but it’s to [personal profile] anke‘s Prompts.

Addergoole has a landing page here.

I like this story a lot but I don’t think it’s canon.

“They try to split up siblings as much as they can, and they try to split up twins even more.”

Viktor had told Blanchfleur that, her first week of school. It hadn’t helped, much, except to know that it wasn’t something she or Florabella had done, it wasn’t a punishment, except in the way that everything at this school was a punishment. It helped, too, to know her Keeper was missing his twin as much as she was missing hers. Maybe more: Viktor was the younger twin.

She made it through her two years without Bell, and did her best to help her twin through her first years in turn. Then it was time to leave, again, leaving her sister to the very-well-protected prison that was Addergoole.

She did what she could to live her life while waiting for Bell, carving out a spot for them in a nearby town that would accept fae despite the raging war, raising her two children, and learning how to fight the monsters that littered their countryside. Everything she did, she did waiting for Bell.

Two years passed, and the note came instead of her sister. Waiting for something. Will be there as soon as I can.

Fleur worried, and prepared, and fought monsters. Addergoole had given her good practice at all three.

A year passed, with regular notes from Bell, notes, and no presence, a year, and then another year. It was July of the second year when her twin showed up, with six children and a lost-looking giant of a boy and a tiny elf of a girl, like a train of refugees.

“I promised them we’d go back for their twins when they graduated,” Bell explained, “but I had to wait this long. This is Basil. My second son is his, and the youngest is his second daughter. By Hestia, that’s her.”

Fleur looked over the motley crew. “Bell…”

“I’m not nuts, I promise.” Her twin smiled at her. Their faces were no longer identical, even if their Changes had been nearly so. It was disconcerting, looking into what had once been a mirror and a reflection. She shifted to their twin-speak, a language they hadn’t used now in four years. “Hestia and her twin are great with kids. And we’re going to need the help. And Basil and Clement… well, you’ll see. They’re good for us.”

Good for us. Relieved that Bell at least remembered that there were two of them, Fleur helped their guests settle in.

The next two years were wild, violent, and bloody. Hestia turned out to be a menace with an iron skillet, while cy’Luca Basil was a warrior through and through. They fought bigger and bigger monsters, keeping a wider and wider territory free of the returned-gods influence, always knowing the biggest foe was yet to come.

There was little time for lovemaking, little time for cuddling, but when there was, they cuddled together. Basil, Fleur found, was indeed good for them.

And, in two years, when Clement and Vesta came to join them, Fleur found there was more to “good for them” then she’d ever imagined. “You planned this, didn’t you?” she accused Bell. She was supposed to be the planner,not her sister.

“I did. We need the hearth girls. We need the boys’ strength. And, more than that…”

“You love them. And you hoped I’d love them too.”

“Yeah?” It was almost a relief to see Florabella nervous and uncertain again. “I did. Too far?”

“Just far enough, little sister. Just far enough.”

They would be wed in spring. But first, they had a monster to kill.

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  1. Well I like it. 🙂 Possible typo in “I did. We need the hearth girls. We need the boy’s strength. And, more than that…” Should “boy’s” be “boys”?

  2. I want to read “menace with an iron skillet” as commentary on cooking skills. Even if the context suggests at some point Hestia did some fighting when that was the nearest weapon at hand.

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