#vv!triplets

good thing my current obsession is bg3

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"No, look over there!"

"It's not there, we've already looked!"

"Well, look again!"

"You go look!"

Evie half-heartedly kicks in Flynn's direction, but he pulls his thigh away just in time, holding the playstation controller up and out of her reach.

"Open the map," Jakob suggests, pointing to Evie's side of the split screen.

"I've already tried that," she grumbles, but does it again. "Let's just leave her."

"No!" Flynn protests, "We can't just leave her in this pod things, that's so mean!"

"Well, what else are we gonna do? We're too stupid to find some god damn keys!"

They look at each other for a long moment, a silent agreement passing between them.

Jakob stands up from the bed with a serious expression. "I'll go get Mom."

"What is it?" Max asks, still wiping his hands on his shirt as he enters Evie's room. Man, it smells like teenager in here; he opens a window before doing anything else.

The triplets all look at him with similar "Mama please" eyes which still work even at sixteen. "Can you help us with our game?"

Max can't help but laugh. "Sure. What's the problem." They scramble apart to make space for him in Evie's nest as he sits down. Flynn hands him his controller instantly.

"So, we've got to free this girl in the pod from a bunch of mindflayers, they put a worm in our heads and probably in hers too. And we need a key or something to open the pod that she's in, and we can't find it!"

"I wanted to leave her, but Flynn wants to free her so he can romance her!" Evie taunts her brother. Max intercepts when he reaches over to pull her hair.

"We've already tried looking everywhere, but can't find the keys," Jakob says.

Max takes a second to familiarize himself with the controls; it's still intuitive.

"Ok, let's go," he says, sending the character running. Flynn's character looks very human, with brown curls like his. Evie's character, meanwhile, is an enormous, muscular creature with horns and pink hair. Figures.

The kids talk him through what they've already tried; it takes Max only about three minutes to find the key they missed before, prompting groans from all three of them.

"How did you do this?!"

Max just gives a shrug and a smirk. "Magic. ...and tons of practice when I was your age."

Evie huffs, but then leans into Max for a second. "Thanks."

"Thank you, Mama," Flynn and Jakob echo in unison.

It was suspiciously quiet in the house for the morning of the 24th of December. Isabel and Riley were finally at the age where teenagers loved sleeping in more than anything, and Jasper had fallen back asleep in the baby sling around Max’s chest, his little head leaning against his clavicle. Max kissed his forehead gently, and allowed himself a few seconds to just breathe in the silence of the house. Through the living room window, he could see the New House, all blinds still drawn, nobody awake yet either.

The fact that the triplets and Luna (who had stayed overnight at the Old House with Evie) were still asleep seemed almost impossible, and Max could feel the creeping anxiety in the back of his brain about it. With this many pups, silence was not always a good thing. So he chose to investigate.

The door to both Flynn’s and Jakob’s rooms stood open, and the only one snoozing in Flynn’s bed was Elfie Cat, blissfully curled up in an indentation in the cozy duvet.

Outside of Evie’s door, Max stood and listened for a few seconds. There was movement, but it was all very, very quiet. The door was slightly ajar, and Max gently pushed it open just a little further.

He didn’t know what he was expecting, but the scene that unfolded before him was so peaceful and sweet that it drove tears into his eyes immediately.

The kids had dragged all available blankets, pillows and duvets in the middle of the room, making one big nest that could fit them all, and were all four snuggled up inside it. Evie and Flynn were playing on their switches, Jakob was, of course, reading (he had a small selection of books next to him, he liked to rotate through them), and Luna was curled up not unlike the cat, her black hair splayed over her face as she slept some more with her head on Flynn’s knee.

Another oneshot… I’ve been in a pup-centric mood for weeks now, so here ya go!

fluff//quadruplet-centric//tw: insects

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„What are you four doing?“ Daniel leans against the rake, sticking its spikes into the warm, soft earth under him.

„Looking for bugs!“ Evie says. The „Duh, Dad!“ is implied. She’s absolutely covered in dirt, even her blond hair that is sticking out from under her hat is caked with it.

You say it’s because of skin to skin, I say it’s because nobody does laundry during that time. /j

I love them so much <3 warning: this contains some angst regarding the parenting of ND children