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White Rabbit // A Vietnam War AU // Closed RP

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An empty bed is a helluva thing to wake up to, Bill caught himself thinking groggily as he slipped the covers off of him the next morning, wiping sleep-filled eyes with the back of his hand. It wasn’t quite sunrise, as he never was one to burn any daylight, and in the darkness of the pre-dawn he padded on bare feet down the hardwood floor, opening his door and sneaking out to the bathroom for a shower.

Lottie was not an early riser by nature, and Joe had to wake her up. She grumbled and hid under the sheets until her little brother hit with her a pillow square in the gut. She kicked her brother out of the room and got dressed quickly, favoring flattering pants and a blouse. She knew the blue pf the shirt went well with her coloring and when she sat down to pull on her shoes she winced at the sudden pull her in core. She moved a slower and pulled on her shoes before slinking out of her room to brush her teeth before she headed down to breakfast, schooling her face into something normal when she was nervous about Bill being there.

Bill and Mark were a before/after image spanning about forty years, both bleary-eyed and sporting stubble they hadn’t gotten around to shaving yet, both in light undershirts with their long-sleeve plaid shirts hanging on their charis, cups of steaming coffee in their hands the only thing seeming to keep them vertical. Rose and Elsie, on the other hand, both were much more… chipper, about the morning than the men of the Meyers household, in the middle of laughing over a shared joke as their guests came into the dining room. “Well good mornin’, you two!” Rose called with a winning grin in Joe’s direction.

“Hnnng.” Was about all the greeting Bill and Mark could manage as their cups came up to their lips in tired unison.

Lottie beamed at the sight of Bill, and then turned bright red. She seemed to be unable to stop herself from blushing at the sight of him. She ducked her head as Joe turned bright red at the sight of Rose and tripped over his own feet. He manged to right himself before tugging at his t-shirt a bit.

“G’mornin’.” They said in unison, both of them stepping into the kitchen to help.

“No, no, please, go sit.” Elsie gave them a shooing motion with her left hand, her right hand currently pulling bacon out of a pan with a fork. “Guests shouldn’t have to bother themselves with fixing their own breakfast.”

“Bill usually helps out, but he’s got a tendency to burn what he touches.” Rose muttered to Joe with a light bump of her hip as she moved past him, placing a pair of plates holding sausage and eggs on the table.

“I don’t think Bill slept too good last night. He’s dead to the world…”

“Wonder why that could be…” Rose teased quietly on her way back, just loud enough for Lottie to hear her as the little blonde gave another grin.

Joe turned bright red when Rose bumped his hip, unable to stop the grin that spread over his face at her antics. Lottie’s face turned red and she glanced to Bill who did look tired. The memory of taking him last night made her core ache with something akin need.

“Aye, I slept jus’ fine.” Lottie said, her voice even despite the flush of color on her cheeks. She sat down at the table and took the chance to pour herself a cup of orange juice as Joe took the coffee pot.

Bill moved his hand with an almost sloth-like deliberation, his fingertips nearly getting one of the pieces of sausage before being rapped lightly by Rose as she placed another plate down. While that didn’t wake him up quite fully, it did cause him to jerk his hand back and grunt more in surprise than pain. “One o’ these days we’re gonna-ahhhhh-gonna catch you slackin’…” He grumbled, his admonished hand coming up to cover his mouth as he yawned halfway through the sentence. The young man glanced over at Lottie, his eyes slowly starting to lose the glazed look as the coffee began to kick in. “Musta been the new company in the house. Things change up in your home’n you don’-hhhhh-you don’ sleep too well the first couple nights…”

“Yeah, yeah, blame it on the guests.” Rose responded with a laugh, hand snaking out once more to smack the back of her father’s leathery paw as he reached for a piece of bacon.

“That’s elder’s abuse.”

“Tell that to your heart, Pa.”

Lottie turned a light pink and took a sip of her juice. “I slept jus’ fine.” She said.

“As did I.” Joe said, doctoring his coffee to his liking and pointedly not looking at Rose. He was wearing slacks today, and a t-shirt.

“I have ta keep Joe from eatin’ too many waffles, so I understand yer plight Rose. Are ye sure ye wouldnea like some help?”

“Why? It’s no’ like ye can cook.” Joe said before taking a sip of coffee. Lottie kicked him under the table, making him spill some coffee down his chin. He swore in Gaelic and glare at her.

Bill couldn’t help but laugh at their antics, sneaking a wink at Lottie as Joe swore. “Oh, don’ tell me a pretty girl cain’t cook. We might just have to work on that.”

“Finish your coffee first.” Elsie replied in mock admonishment. “No flirting at the breakfast table.”

“Awww but maaaaa.” Rose fake-whined in response, pouring herself and her mother some of the orange juice before sitting down, her now concealed foot lightly tapping Joe’s shin with a bare toe.

“I’ve grown up a wee bit lucky.” Lottie said delicately. “There was always someone else ta do the cookin’ fer us.” She hoped Bill wouldn’t have found her too privileged.

Joe jumped under the table and spread his legs just enough for his leg to brush hers. “This looks delicious ma’am.” Joe said, smiling wide at Elsie.

White Rabbit // A Vietnam War AU // Closed RP

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An empty bed is a helluva thing to wake up to, Bill caught himself thinking groggily as he slipped the covers off of him the next morning, wiping sleep-filled eyes with the back of his hand. It wasn’t quite sunrise, as he never was one to burn any daylight, and in the darkness of the pre-dawn he padded on bare feet down the hardwood floor, opening his door and sneaking out to the bathroom for a shower.

Lottie was not an early riser by nature, and Joe had to wake her up. She grumbled and hid under the sheets until her little brother hit with her a pillow square in the gut. She kicked her brother out of the room and got dressed quickly, favoring flattering pants and a blouse. She knew the blue pf the shirt went well with her coloring and when she sat down to pull on her shoes she winced at the sudden pull her in core. She moved a slower and pulled on her shoes before slinking out of her room to brush her teeth before she headed down to breakfast, schooling her face into something normal when she was nervous about Bill being there.

Bill and Mark were a before/after image spanning about forty years, both bleary-eyed and sporting stubble they hadn’t gotten around to shaving yet, both in light undershirts with their long-sleeve plaid shirts hanging on their charis, cups of steaming coffee in their hands the only thing seeming to keep them vertical. Rose and Elsie, on the other hand, both were much more… chipper, about the morning than the men of the Meyers household, in the middle of laughing over a shared joke as their guests came into the dining room. “Well good mornin’, you two!” Rose called with a winning grin in Joe’s direction.

“Hnnng.” Was about all the greeting Bill and Mark could manage as their cups came up to their lips in tired unison.

Lottie beamed at the sight of Bill, and then turned bright red. She seemed to be unable to stop herself from blushing at the sight of him. She ducked her head as Joe turned bright red at the sight of Rose and tripped over his own feet. He manged to right himself before tugging at his t-shirt a bit.

“G’mornin’.” They said in unison, both of them stepping into the kitchen to help.

“No, no, please, go sit.” Elsie gave them a shooing motion with her left hand, her right hand currently pulling bacon out of a pan with a fork. “Guests shouldn’t have to bother themselves with fixing their own breakfast.”

“Bill usually helps out, but he’s got a tendency to burn what he touches.” Rose muttered to Joe with a light bump of her hip as she moved past him, placing a pair of plates holding sausage and eggs on the table.

“I don’t think Bill slept too good last night. He’s dead to the world…”

“Wonder why that could be…” Rose teased quietly on her way back, just loud enough for Lottie to hear her as the little blonde gave another grin.

Joe turned bright red when Rose bumped his hip, unable to stop the grin that spread over his face at her antics. Lottie’s face turned red and she glanced to Bill who did look tired. The memory of taking him last night made her core ache with something akin need.

“Aye, I slept jus’ fine.” Lottie said, her voice even despite the flush of color on her cheeks. She sat down at the table and took the chance to pour herself a cup of orange juice as Joe took the coffee pot.

Bill moved his hand with an almost sloth-like deliberation, his fingertips nearly getting one of the pieces of sausage before being rapped lightly by Rose as she placed another plate down. While that didn’t wake him up quite fully, it did cause him to jerk his hand back and grunt more in surprise than pain. “One o’ these days we’re gonna-ahhhhh-gonna catch you slackin’…” He grumbled, his admonished hand coming up to cover his mouth as he yawned halfway through the sentence. The young man glanced over at Lottie, his eyes slowly starting to lose the glazed look as the coffee began to kick in. “Musta been the new company in the house. Things change up in your home’n you don’-hhhhh-you don’ sleep too well the first couple nights…”

“Yeah, yeah, blame it on the guests.” Rose responded with a laugh, hand snaking out once more to smack the back of her father’s leathery paw as he reached for a piece of bacon.

“That’s elder’s abuse.”

“Tell that to your heart, Pa.”

Lottie turned a light pink and took a sip of her juice. “I slept jus’ fine.” She said.

“As did I.” Joe said, doctoring his coffee to his liking and pointedly not looking at Rose. He was wearing slacks today, and a t-shirt.

“I have ta keep Joe from eatin’ too many waffles, so I understand yer plight Rose. Are ye sure ye wouldnea like some help?”

“Why? It’s no’ like ye can cook.” Joe said before taking a sip of coffee. Lottie kicked him under the table, making him spill some coffee down his chin. He swore in Gaelic and glare at her.

White Rabbit // A Vietnam War AU // Closed RP

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An empty bed is a helluva thing to wake up to, Bill caught himself thinking groggily as he slipped the covers off of him the next morning, wiping sleep-filled eyes with the back of his hand. It wasn’t quite sunrise, as he never was one to burn any daylight, and in the darkness of the pre-dawn he padded on bare feet down the hardwood floor, opening his door and sneaking out to the bathroom for a shower.

Lottie was not an early riser by nature, and Joe had to wake her up. She grumbled and hid under the sheets until her little brother hit with her a pillow square in the gut. She kicked her brother out of the room and got dressed quickly, favoring flattering pants and a blouse. She knew the blue pf the shirt went well with her coloring and when she sat down to pull on her shoes she winced at the sudden pull her in core. She moved a slower and pulled on her shoes before slinking out of her room to brush her teeth before she headed down to breakfast, schooling her face into something normal when she was nervous about Bill being there.

Bill and Mark were a before/after image spanning about forty years, both bleary-eyed and sporting stubble they hadn’t gotten around to shaving yet, both in light undershirts with their long-sleeve plaid shirts hanging on their charis, cups of steaming coffee in their hands the only thing seeming to keep them vertical. Rose and Elsie, on the other hand, both were much more… chipper, about the morning than the men of the Meyers household, in the middle of laughing over a shared joke as their guests came into the dining room. “Well good mornin’, you two!” Rose called with a winning grin in Joe’s direction.

“Hnnng.” Was about all the greeting Bill and Mark could manage as their cups came up to their lips in tired unison.

Lottie beamed at the sight of Bill, and then turned bright red. She seemed to be unable to stop herself from blushing at the sight of him. She ducked her head as Joe turned bright red at the sight of Rose and tripped over his own feet. He manged to right himself before tugging at his t-shirt a bit.

“G’mornin’.” They said in unison, both of them stepping into the kitchen to help.

“No, no, please, go sit.” Elsie gave them a shooing motion with her left hand, her right hand currently pulling bacon out of a pan with a fork. “Guests shouldn’t have to bother themselves with fixing their own breakfast.”

“Bill usually helps out, but he’s got a tendency to burn what he touches.” Rose muttered to Joe with a light bump of her hip as she moved past him, placing a pair of plates holding sausage and eggs on the table.

“I don’t think Bill slept too good last night. He’s dead to the world…”

“Wonder why that could be…” Rose teased quietly on her way back, just loud enough for Lottie to hear her as the little blonde gave another grin.

Joe turned bright red when Rose bumped his hip, unable to stop the grin that spread over his face at her antics. Lottie’s face turned red and she glanced to Bill who did look tired. The memory of taking him last night made her core ache with something akin need.

“Aye, I slept jus’ fine.” Lottie said, her voice even despite the flush of color on her cheeks. She sat down at the table and took the chance to pour herself a cup of orange juice as Joe took the coffee pot.

“Damn, it looks like you pissed off a grizzly bear.” (Joe)

Joe looked up from where he was clutching at his shredded arm.

“Aye, tha’s wha’s I get fer pissin’ off a cat sidhe.” He grumbled. “Can I come in?”

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Aaron smiled a little back at John and give him a quick nod, out of all the Mackenzies Aaron had a good friendship with John after all Aaron couldnt buy enough of the stuff John brewed it was so popular. “Shame, you’re missing out on comedy gold” Aaron said when his phone went off “Oh excuse me” He answered it “Hello Seph whats up” there was chatting on the other side of the phone before Aaron let out a small laugh and a smile “No Seph, thats not what a dry martini is”

They loaded up their plates, passing the food to one-another. John made sure that Aaron’s plate got a little bit of everything. He wasn’t sure if Aaron minded his food touching, but he kept the sections from touching and avoided any sauces until Aaron got back from his phone call and could decide for himself.

The babble of English and Gaelic filled the room and Lottie bent her head to Joe, who knew what she was going to ask.

“Aye, it’s Cu. He has ta tap inta the Other Guy ta see who it is.”

“We cannea do this in front o’ the others.”

“I know, aye. It’s either yerself or Mary.”

“An’ Ciaran. She likes fighters.”

“Aye, him too. After dinner?”

“Yes. I’ll get him a room prepared wit’ spare clothin’ ready fer him. He stays the night.”

“Aye, m’ laird.”

And together they went right back to eating, Lottie to her salad and pasta and Joe to his chicken.

Aaron talked quietly on the phone for a few moments before hanging up “Sorry about that, employee was a little confused about an order that she got”.

He took the plate off of John with a thank you and sitting at the table, he took a bite “Holy shit this amazing” he said giving Ciaran a thumbs up. Aaron looked over at Lottie and Joe whispering together and gave them a raised eyebrow.

“Saved ye a plate.” John spoke softly before going back to his food. Mary leaned over her wheelchair and bumped shoulders with her brother, who smiled and bumped her gently back.

“I’m glad ye like it Aaron.” Cairan said, finally taking a seat after pouring himself a very full glass of wine.

“Aaron, I need ta speak wit’ ye. After dinner ye’ll come wit’ me an’ Joe ta the library. Mary an’ Ciaran, ye’ll join us too.” Lottie said. The MacKenzies responded with a series of nods due to full mouths.

“Damn, it looks like you pissed off a grizzly bear.” (Joe)

Joe looked up from where he was clutching at his shredded arm.

“Aye, tha’s wha’s I get fer pissin’ off a cat sidhe.” He grumbled. “Can I come in?”

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Aaron smiled a little back at John and give him a quick nod, out of all the Mackenzies Aaron had a good friendship with John after all Aaron couldnt buy enough of the stuff John brewed it was so popular. “Shame, you’re missing out on comedy gold” Aaron said when his phone went off “Oh excuse me” He answered it “Hello Seph whats up” there was chatting on the other side of the phone before Aaron let out a small laugh and a smile “No Seph, thats not what a dry martini is”

They loaded up their plates, passing the food to one-another. John made sure that Aaron’s plate got a little bit of everything. He wasn’t sure if Aaron minded his food touching, but he kept the sections from touching and avoided any sauces until Aaron got back from his phone call and could decide for himself.

The babble of English and Gaelic filled the room and Lottie bent her head to Joe, who knew what she was going to ask.

“Aye, it’s Cu. He has ta tap inta the Other Guy ta see who it is.”

“We cannea do this in front o’ the others.”

“I know, aye. It’s either yerself or Mary.”

“An’ Ciaran. She likes fighters.”

“Aye, him too. After dinner?”

“Yes. I’ll get him a room prepared wit’ spare clothin’ ready fer him. He stays the night.”

“Aye, m’ laird.”

And together they went right back to eating, Lottie to her salad and pasta and Joe to his chicken.

White Rabbit // A Vietnam War AU // Closed RP

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An empty bed is a helluva thing to wake up to, Bill caught himself thinking groggily as he slipped the covers off of him the next morning, wiping sleep-filled eyes with the back of his hand. It wasn’t quite sunrise, as he never was one to burn any daylight, and in the darkness of the pre-dawn he padded on bare feet down the hardwood floor, opening his door and sneaking out to the bathroom for a shower.

Lottie was not an early riser by nature, and Joe had to wake her up. She grumbled and hid under the sheets until her little brother hit with her a pillow square in the gut. She kicked her brother out of the room and got dressed quickly, favoring flattering pants and a blouse. She knew the blue pf the shirt went well with her coloring and when she sat down to pull on her shoes she winced at the sudden pull her in core. She moved a slower and pulled on her shoes before slinking out of her room to brush her teeth before she headed down to breakfast, schooling her face into something normal when she was nervous about Bill being there.

Bill and Mark were a before/after image spanning about forty years, both bleary-eyed and sporting stubble they hadn’t gotten around to shaving yet, both in light undershirts with their long-sleeve plaid shirts hanging on their charis, cups of steaming coffee in their hands the only thing seeming to keep them vertical. Rose and Elsie, on the other hand, both were much more… chipper, about the morning than the men of the Meyers household, in the middle of laughing over a shared joke as their guests came into the dining room. “Well good mornin’, you two!” Rose called with a winning grin in Joe’s direction.

“Hnnng.” Was about all the greeting Bill and Mark could manage as their cups came up to their lips in tired unison.

Lottie beamed at the sight of Bill, and then turned bright red. She seemed to be unable to stop herself from blushing at the sight of him. She ducked her head as Joe turned bright red at the sight of Rose and tripped over his own feet. He manged to right himself before tugging at his t-shirt a bit.

“G’mornin’.” They said in unison, both of them stepping into the kitchen to help.

“Damn, it looks like you pissed off a grizzly bear.” (Joe)

Joe looked up from where he was clutching at his shredded arm.

“Aye, tha’s wha’s I get fer pissin’ off a cat sidhe.” He grumbled. “Can I come in?”

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Aaron look to Joe “So you went in without sword….and got attacked, i gonna saw that diplomacy isnt your strong suit”. Aaron was quiet for a moment watching them all work around each other, the hustle of activity made him think back to his few memories he had of his family life before the curse.

His eyes feel onto the fireand his mind drifted away from this kitchen.

“Lottie better at words, aye, I underestimated him.” Joe grumbled.

“Please tell me ye didnea ask abou’ the catnip.” Lottie deadpanned, dipping the towel into the bowl and washing the blood from her brother’s arm. It was an old routine for them; Lottie used to patch him during the war, when he would come limping back to her at base after a field mission.

“He’s a cat Lottie! How the fuck does he not like catnip?!” Joe exclaimed. Lottie clean the blood off and started prodding at Aaron’s stitches a bit harsher than she needed to.

“I told ye not ta ask. This is good work Aaron. It won’t scar too badly. Thankyee fer takin’ my brother in.” Lottie said gently, nodding her head to the warlock.

“Hm wha?” Aaron said being brought out of his wandering mind “No problem, ive dont it enough times before so it was no big deal, ill sent you an invoice for the cleaning later on the week”.

He looked over at Joe like the scot had grown two heads “Oh yeah lean into those sterotypes more as we all know everyone loves to be profiled by how they look”.

“It’s an honest question!” Joe said as his siblings groaned.

“It’s offensive!” Mary said from above her knitting. Lottie gave Joe a clean bill of health as Ciaran starting loading the food onto platters; there was salad at the ready and big bowls of pasta and two larges plates of chicken cutlets, breaded and bakes and then browned with melty cheese. Sam got up and quickly helped set the table as Lottie cleared away the remnants of Joe’s mess.

“Aye I agree wit’ Mary. Tha’s was a wee offensive an’ yer lucky he jus’ did tha’ ta ye.” Ciaran said as he put the last touches on the garlic bread.

“It was idiocy of the highest magnitude Joe” Aaron said “Its like walking up to someone, punching them and then being oh so surprised when they take a swing back at you”. Aaron shrugged off his jacket and hung it ont he back of a chair.

“Ah I’ll make it up ta him.”

“Tie a feather ta a stick.” Sam suggested, making the table break out into stifled giggles.

“Now now, we don’ laugh at the faye in this house.” Lottie chided. John slipped into the kitchen and shot Aaron a shy smile and wave as he took his seat.

“I’ll make him somethin’.” Joe said, knowing he had lots of spare bronze laying around.

“Damn, it looks like you pissed off a grizzly bear.” (Joe)

Joe looked up from where he was clutching at his shredded arm.

“Aye, tha’s wha’s I get fer pissin’ off a cat sidhe.” He grumbled. “Can I come in?”

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Aaron look to Joe “So you went in without sword….and got attacked, i gonna saw that diplomacy isnt your strong suit”. Aaron was quiet for a moment watching them all work around each other, the hustle of activity made him think back to his few memories he had of his family life before the curse.

His eyes feel onto the fireand his mind drifted away from this kitchen.

“Lottie better at words, aye, I underestimated him.” Joe grumbled.

“Please tell me ye didnea ask abou’ the catnip.” Lottie deadpanned, dipping the towel into the bowl and washing the blood from her brother’s arm. It was an old routine for them; Lottie used to patch him during the war, when he would come limping back to her at base after a field mission.

“He’s a cat Lottie! How the fuck does he not like catnip?!” Joe exclaimed. Lottie clean the blood off and started prodding at Aaron’s stitches a bit harsher than she needed to.

“I told ye not ta ask. This is good work Aaron. It won’t scar too badly. Thankyee fer takin’ my brother in.” Lottie said gently, nodding her head to the warlock.

“Hm wha?” Aaron said being brought out of his wandering mind “No problem, ive dont it enough times before so it was no big deal, ill sent you an invoice for the cleaning later on the week”.

He looked over at Joe like the scot had grown two heads “Oh yeah lean into those sterotypes more as we all know everyone loves to be profiled by how they look”.

“It’s an honest question!” Joe said as his siblings groaned.

“It’s offensive!” Mary said from above her knitting. Lottie gave Joe a clean bill of health as Ciaran starting loading the food onto platters; there was salad at the ready and big bowls of pasta and two larges plates of chicken cutlets, breaded and bakes and then browned with melty cheese. Sam got up and quickly helped set the table as Lottie cleared away the remnants of Joe’s mess.

“Aye I agree wit’ Mary. Tha’s was a wee offensive an’ yer lucky he jus’ did tha’ ta ye.” Ciaran said as he put the last touches on the garlic bread.

White Rabbit // A Vietnam War AU // Closed RP

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An empty bed is a helluva thing to wake up to, Bill caught himself thinking groggily as he slipped the covers off of him the next morning, wiping sleep-filled eyes with the back of his hand. It wasn’t quite sunrise, as he never was one to burn any daylight, and in the darkness of the pre-dawn he padded on bare feet down the hardwood floor, opening his door and sneaking out to the bathroom for a shower.

Lottie was not an early riser by nature, and Joe had to wake her up. She grumbled and hid under the sheets until her little brother hit with her a pillow square in the gut. She kicked her brother out of the room and got dressed quickly, favoring flattering pants and a blouse. She knew the blue pf the shirt went well with her coloring and when she sat down to pull on her shoes she winced at the sudden pull her in core. She moved a slower and pulled on her shoes before slinking out of her room to brush her teeth before she headed down to breakfast, schooling her face into something normal when she was nervous about Bill being there.

“Damn, it looks like you pissed off a grizzly bear.” (Joe)

Joe looked up from where he was clutching at his shredded arm.

“Aye, tha’s wha’s I get fer pissin’ off a cat sidhe.” He grumbled. “Can I come in?”

worlds-okayest-ferromancer‌:

Aaron look to Joe “So you went in without sword….and got attacked, i gonna saw that diplomacy isnt your strong suit”. Aaron was quiet for a moment watching them all work around each other, the hustle of activity made him think back to his few memories he had of his family life before the curse.

His eyes feel onto the fireand his mind drifted away from this kitchen.

“Lottie better at words, aye, I underestimated him.” Joe grumbled.

“Please tell me ye didnea ask abou’ the catnip.” Lottie deadpanned, dipping the towel into the bowl and washing the blood from her brother’s arm. It was an old routine for them; Lottie used to patch him during the war, when he would come limping back to her at base after a field mission.

“He’s a cat Lottie! How the fuck does he not like catnip?!” Joe exclaimed. Lottie clean the blood off and started prodding at Aaron’s stitches a bit harsher than she needed to.

“I told ye not ta ask. This is good work Aaron. It won’t scar too badly. Thankyee fer takin’ my brother in.” Lottie said gently, nodding her head to the warlock.

“Damn, it looks like you pissed off a grizzly bear.” (Joe)

Joe looked up from where he was clutching at his shredded arm.

“Aye, tha’s wha’s I get fer pissin’ off a cat sidhe.” He grumbled. “Can I come in?”

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Aaron cocked an eyebrow at Joe whenever the voice called out about a girl “My my Joe, do you often bring girls home? I think i need to rethink how i feel about you” he said clapping him on the shoulder “Well come on time to disapoint the family about the fact your still single”

“Hush, you.” Joe chided Aaron with a smile, unable to resist the good-natured ribbing.

“Aye, let’s break their hearts.” He pushed open the gate and led Aaron through a well-kept kitchen garden and into the kitchen. It was filled with the smell of baking bread and cooking chicken, with Ciaran putting the finishing touches on dinner. Sam was repairing a bridle while Deidre did some reading by the fireplace. Mary and Sweetie were at the table, Mary doing something complicated with two knitting needles and multiple balls of yarn. The moment Joe crossed the threshold Mary gasped, needles dropping to the table.

“I’m fine, I ran afoul o’ a cat sidhe.” Joe said, holding up his hands. “Aaron helped patch me up.”

“And he bled all over my good leather seats too” Aaron said “And hes far from fine, if someone could check my work and make sure he doesnt rip is arm off doing something stupid”

Aaron sniffed the air for a moment and his stomach rumbled “God good something smelling staggeringly good”

“Chicken parm tonight. Sam, will ye lay a plate fer Aaron?” Ciaran asked as he broke the door of the old bread oven, the clay crumbling to the floor. He set the heavy oaken door aside and quickly reached into the burning hot oven to grab the loaves with his bare hands, tossing them onto the butcher’s block work table of his. “Ah, don’ listen ta him, I’m fine.” Joe said.

“Joseph MacKenzie, wha’ happened ta ye?” Said a commanding voice from the doorway. All of them, Joe included, rose to their feet and then bowed or dropped into a curtsy with a mutter of ‘my laird’.

“I ran afoul o’ a cat shide in Chicago when comin’ back from visitin’ the Carpenters. Aaron patched me up.” He answered meekly. The deference was habit and not remarked upon as Lottie strode to the head of the table, putting down her glass of whiskey.

“Sam, first aide hit. Ciaran, hot water and a clean towel.” She ordered, sitting down. “Joe, to me.”

The trio launched into business, Sam leaving the kitchen and Ciaran filling up the kettle before placing it on the stove.

“Well Lottie” Aaron greeted not bowing instead giving her a one finger salute “How old Merls?” he asked with a smirk before looking back to Joe “Also you might wanna teach your meat head of the brother the of the phrase ‘going under the radar’, the idiot walked across half of Chicago shirtless and covored in blood”

At that moment a thought crossed his mind “Wait how did a fae get the best of you Joe? I thought you had a big fucking sword?”

“M’ big fuckin’ sword is in m’ room at the moment. I had a meetin’ wit’ the king o’ the Chicago cat sidhe, I wasnea abou’ ta bring that inta his domain. It’s peacetime.” He said. “I got no excuse fer tha’.”

“Arthur is Arthur.” Lottie said. Only Joe knew that she was finding it harder and harder to agree with the Merlin, and that more and more the younger crowd of ladder climbers was catching her attention. Sam came back with the first aide kit just as Ciaran pulled the kettle and filled a bowl with warm water.

“An’ as fer walkin’ aroun’ like tha’ in Chicago; people look at me more when I’m in a kilt.” Joe said with a shrug his good shoulder. Ciaran placed the bowl on the table with a clean towel just as a timer went off. He padded back to the kitchen as Joe bent his head toward Lottie’s ear.

“Ye know how Aaron has Cu Chulainn in the back o’ his head. He says a member o’ the family’s Morrigan-touched. I brought him ta here ta find out.” Joe was very good at reading his sister, who had been schooled to keep her face blank and composed. He could tell by the way her fingers dug into his bicep that she understood the significance of this.

White Rabbit // A Vietnam War AU // Closed RP

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Bill chuckled softly, pulling her closer as she yawned. “Ain’t heard you complain ‘bout me, yet, darlin,” he muttered, “naughtiness an’ all.”

“Oh I’m no’ complainin’ when it’s jus’ the two o’ us.” She mumbled, accent growing thick with sleep.

“Think I might like to test that tomorrow.” Bill replied, a yawn garbling the last half of the sentence.

“Aye, tomorrow.” Lottie gave him one last kiss before rising up and stretching. She hissed a bit at the soreness coming from her core, but she gathered up her nightdress anyway.

“I’ll see ye at breakfast, aye?”

Bill blinked as she stood. “You… You sure you wanna be goin’ back to your room, Lottie? Wouln’ be the worst thing to wake up early with me.”

“Bill, I don’ think it’s wise ta let the whole house know we’ve…” She turned bright red and quickly pulled her nightdress on.

“I think it prudent I go back ta m’ room.”

“Yeah… Yeah, that might make a bit o’ explanin’…” Bill grumbled lightly. “That case, breakfast cain’t come fast enough, darlin’.”

“I’ll see ye in the mornin’.” Lottie said, before sliding out of the room and padding barefoot back to her room. She crawled into the bed, the scent of Bill still on her skin as she drifted off.

“Damn, it looks like you pissed off a grizzly bear.” (Joe)

Joe looked up from where he was clutching at his shredded arm.

“Aye, tha’s wha’s I get fer pissin’ off a cat sidhe.” He grumbled. “Can I come in?”

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Aaron cocked an eyebrow at Joe whenever the voice called out about a girl “My my Joe, do you often bring girls home? I think i need to rethink how i feel about you” he said clapping him on the shoulder “Well come on time to disapoint the family about the fact your still single”

“Hush, you.” Joe chided Aaron with a smile, unable to resist the good-natured ribbing.

“Aye, let’s break their hearts.” He pushed open the gate and led Aaron through a well-kept kitchen garden and into the kitchen. It was filled with the smell of baking bread and cooking chicken, with Ciaran putting the finishing touches on dinner. Sam was repairing a bridle while Deidre did some reading by the fireplace. Mary and Sweetie were at the table, Mary doing something complicated with two knitting needles and multiple balls of yarn. The moment Joe crossed the threshold Mary gasped, needles dropping to the table.

“I’m fine, I ran afoul o’ a cat sidhe.” Joe said, holding up his hands. “Aaron helped patch me up.”

“And he bled all over my good leather seats too” Aaron said “And hes far from fine, if someone could check my work and make sure he doesnt rip is arm off doing something stupid”

Aaron sniffed the air for a moment and his stomach rumbled “God good something smelling staggeringly good”