#kastille

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Bastille and I are very similar. We aren't constrained by societies expectations of us. People would assume bastille are merely indie rockers but in fact have hip hop and techno funky funk ( amongst the other genres they have crossed into) in them. Just like them, people expect me to be extremely weird but....well... Yah...

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Drabble// Baking

Annie was staying over at her Uncles that day finishing her homework. She sighs and looks over to Raoul who was reading something. "Uncle Raoul.... I need a study break," she spoke sounding bored. The man looked up with narrowed eyes. "Did you try doing a different page?" he suggested.

 "My last page, and its science homework..." she answered holding up the page. "Can I please go lie on the couch? My brain hurts."

He thinks for a moment. "You can take your break, but you won't be lying down. I'm going to keep you productive," he decides with a smile.

She sighed wanting to just relax, but closed her book waiting for the task. "So what am I doing?" she asked.

"You are going to be helping me make something for Jean," he stood up leading her to the kitchen. "I have a new recipe I want to try. Want to be my baking buddy?"

Annie narrowed her eyes at the man. "Mom said you can't bake," she points out. He lets out a sigh putting on an apron and handing one to her. "Your mother burns everything. I don't think she has a right to criticize my baking skills." Annie nodded and put on the apron.

~One Hour Later~

Kastille opens the door to the Lupin apartment. As soon as she opened the door she smelt ash and burnt cinnamon. "Raoul, Annie?" she called in the house. "Mom!" Annie popped out of the kitchen. She ran after her excitedly. "You're just in time," the blond spoke sound relieved. Kastille raised a brow. "For what?"  she asked.

Raoul came out pointing at the child. "Don't answer that," he warned.

Kastille narrowed her eyes and went to the kitchen. She saw a tray of burnt red cookies that had no shape. "Oh dear god, you were baking," she gasped. "Annie, I told you, never bake with your Uncle."

"This coming from the woman who burns water!" he countered. "I'm a Fire Nymph I burn things!" She picked up one of the red blobs. "What is this even supposed to be? Who did you murder to make this cookie?"

"Its was supposed to be pink hearts...." he defended.

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Christmas Drabble

Annie had woken up on Christmas morning excited. Her very first Christmas. She couldn't help but be excited. She got out of bed and ran to her parents room climbing onto their beds. "Mom, Dad! It's Christmas! Wake up!!!" the little girl giggled out. Kastille groaned. "I asked Santa for more sleep, Angel Face, Let Mommy get some," the red head protested tiredly.

Doc on the other hand was wide awake. "Oh come on Bugsy, where is your sense of Christmas Spirit?" he asked kissing her cheek. Kastille sighed and sat up smiling. "Fine for Christmas, I want you to make me a pot of coffee. And yes I said coffee, not tea," Kastille smirked. The Doctor smiled and kissed her happily. Annie cleared her throat still on the bed.

"I'm still here you know," she crossed her arms. The Doctor smiled at this. "Yes, and there is are presents under a tree waiting for you down stairs. Why aren't you down stairs?" he scooped up his daughter and began carrying her out of the room. "We will have to fix that."

Kastille put on her robe and followed after them. They were greeted with many presents under the tree. Kastille made the fire place light up as Doc put Annie down. "Go ahead, Princess, they are mostly for you anyways," she kissed her forehead gently pushing her towards the presents. He sat down in an arm chair and Kastille sat next to him on the arm. They watched happily as their pride and joy began to unwrap gifts. "Hey Doc," Kastille whispered looking to her husband happily. "Yes, Bugsy?" he answered. Kastille gave him a kiss and smiled.

"Merry Christmas Love," Kastille whispered gently.

"Merry Christmas Love," the Doctor whispered back.

"I'm still waiting for my coffee," she smirked throwing a pillow at him. He laughed at this and instead pulled her into his lap. "I want to watch Our princess enjoy our first Christmas Morning. Watch with me?"

Annie unwrapped an Art easel and practically screamed. "I can be a real artist now! Thank you! Thank you!" She ran over to hug them.

It was the best first Sigma Family Christmas indeed.

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Head Canon

While Kastille can not stand the snow she puts up with it because she knows Annie loves it very much. Kastille will usually be heavily dressed and carry an umbrella while Annie walks carelessly in a jacket and ear muffs letting snow fall on her hair and eye lashes.

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//This has gone on too long!

Kastille needs a face claim! Anyone have suggestions for sexy red heads???