Found Family With TF141 | "DĆa de losāÆMuertos" (Day of the Dead)
TF141 x Young!Reader + Alejandro & Rodolfo
Price had been the one to approve it, a short visit to Las Almas. Alejandro and Rodolfo had invited the 141 to join their families for DĆa de los Muertos.
Soap stood near the ofrenda, staring curiously at the framed photos surrounded by flowers and candles. āSo⦠this is for the dead, aye?ā
Alejandro nodded, arranging a few last petals with quiet respect. āSĆ. We celebrate them, not mourn them. They come back to visit tonight.ā
āCreepy,ā Soap muttered until Rodolfo smirked.
āTheyād say the same about you, brujo loco.ā
Gaz laughed, and even Ghostās shoulders shook faintly under his hoodie.
You, meanwhile, were sitting cross-legged on the floor, watching as a family placed tamales and sweet bread on a low altar. Your little face scrunched with concentration.
āWhatāre they doing?ā you asked.
Alejandro crouched beside you, smiling gently. āTheyāre giving food to their loved ones, Y/n.ā
You blinked. āThey can eat?ā
āNot like us,ā he said, tapping your nose lightly. āItās more like⦠remembering. We feed their spirit.ā
You nodded, eyes wide. Then you pointed to the small sugar skulls on the table. āCan I eat that one?ā
Rodolfo chuckled from across the room. āNot that one, cariƱo. That oneās for my abuela.ā
Soap leaned down with a grin. āBut this one,ā he said, sneaking one off the side, ālooks like itās for me.ā
Price immediately shot him a warning look. āMacTavish.ā
āWhat? Iām rememberinā my sweet tooth!ā
Ghost muttered, āYouāll be rememberinā your dentist soon.ā
The laughter was easy, light blending perfectly with the hum of voices, the clinking of candles, the distant echo of mariachis. You clung to Priceās pant leg as you watched everything, quiet but fascinated.
When Alejandro brought out a tray of pan de muerto, the warm, sweet scent made your eyes go wide. āYou like?ā he asked, offering you the first piece.
You took it with both hands and nodded eagerly, mouth already full. āMmh!ā
āThat means yes,ā Gaz translated dryly, earning a snort from Soap.
Later, when the candles had been lit and the sun dipped behind the hills, Alejandro came back with a small flower crown made of marigolds. He placed it gently on your head.
āThere,ā he said, smiling softly. āNow you look like one of us.ā
You giggled, spinning a little so your cape flared. āDo I get to call you Uncle now?ā
Alejandro blinked surprised at first, then his expression softened completely. āClaro que sĆ, pequeƱa. Uncle Alejandro.ā
You turned immediately toward Rodolfo, holding up your arms. āThen youāre Uncle Roddy!ā
Rodolfo melted instantly. āAh, mi corazón, you can call me whatever you like.ā He picked you up easily, resting you on his hip. āBut only if you promise to eat all your dinner first.ā
Soap whispered to Gaz, āY/n got them wrapped āround er' wee finger already.ā
Gaz grinned. āJust like what they have done to all of us.ā
Ghost was standing a little apart from the group, arms crossed, gaze flicking between the candles and the photographs. He didnāt say much, but when you reached out to him from Rodolfoās arms, he stepped closer.
You placed one of the marigold petals in his gloved hand. āFor your family too,ā you said simply.
For a long moment, Ghost said nothing. Then, quietly, āThank you, kid.ā
As the night went on, music rose, people danced, and laughter mingled with the flickering light of a hundred candles. You sat between Alejandro and Rodolfo, sleep slowly pulling at your eyes while Jackov wearing a tiny sombrero someone had gifted him laid curled at your feet.
Price looked at the scene and exhaled, the corner of his mouth softening.
Soap leaned toward him, whispering, āAye, Cap⦠not a bad family reunion, eh?ā
Priceās voice was quiet but sure. āBest kind there is.ā
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