Day Six - Santiago Garcia x Amalia (plus size OFC)
Word Count: 406
Warnings: domestic fluff, children, some feelings
Notes: An Oscar Isaac character has joined the spring prompts! I recently read Santiago being a dad in some fics by @reallyrallyauthor who also had the Delta boys being babysitters. I highly recommend them for fluffy and comedy value. Then I kept trying to figure out what to do with flutter. Enjoy!
Main Masterlist / March Spring Prompts 2024 / Writing Challenge
Every spring, Amalia requests that he stop by the Home Depot on his way home from work “when he thinks about it” but Santi is a smart enough man to know what his wife means within the week she told him about it. He’s checking out three of them, feeders for hummingbirds. She prefers a certain kind because it matches the soft yellow of their front and back porches. He always promised himself he was going to paint over the yellow with white or gray - a more neutral color but the bright color had grown on him now.
Unloading the feeders and carrying them to the back was an easy feat for him, maybe not his knees though. His wife Amalia greeted him with a warm smile and took one of the feeders from him, setting it down on a table that was soon joined by the others. “Mr. Garcia, you’re a devious man.” Her hands were on her hips playfully, Santi wouldn’t deny that he is sometimes, well more than sometimes but he just got in. What did he do? His wife tilted her head toward the backyard he had worked on a project with their children and Frankie’s daughters. A small mason jar that had four tubes sticking out of the bottom hung from the large tree that provided about a third of the yard with shade.
Their three children were gathered around watching as an elegant turquoise hummingbird was gathering nectar out of one of the tubs. Small, bright and excited eyes were trained on the bird seeing its wings flutter until they were nearly invisible. They remained quiet so as to not spook the bird and were content to watch, their giggles barely heard by their parents.
“Something Catfish and I put together for the kids. I wasn’t sure if it was going to work. I taught Grace how to use the hot glue gun to plop the flower Luis made with Diego.” Amalia’s arm wrapped around Santiago’s waist and she laid her head on his shoulder.
“If I knew, I wouldn’t have fussed about getting the feeders. And yes I know I did, I just did it silently.”
“It’s fine. Who knows how long it’s going to last anyway? We’ve got backups now, Mrs. Garcia.” He matched his wife’s playful energy and she bumped his hip with her plush one. Gentle moments like these made Santiago Garcia’s heart flutter with warmth.
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La nena de la clavellina (Teresa Mirabent Planas) or "The Girl with the Carnation (Teresa Mirabent Planas)", by the Catalan artist Santiago Rusiñol, 1893.
Painting kept in Museu del Cau Ferrat, Sitges (Penedès, Catalonia).
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every kin list has:
riordanverse character
i'm not proud of this one, let's pretend they arent here
half the fandom kins them
was bulied at school
gay as fuck in canon (despite what the author actually intended)
depressed
mentally ill bad bitch
hated by the fandom
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Frost
(poetry by Romildo Risso, music by Santiago Chalar)
Life deceived you, you say;
Pitiful excuses.
Who told you August* was summer?
You believed in a little heat out of season,
And you alone deceived yourself.
Life didn't lie.
We all know it has no fixedness, no constancy.
Sometimes the creeks dry out,
Sometimes, the fields flood with water.
You had your illusions,
The exact same thing that happens to everyone;
And just like the way your sprouts are right now,
Their hearts end up like they are made of rags.
How many out there like you!
All self-affliction,
All cursing fate and disgrace,
And instead of toughening up in the face of punishment,
You get so scared that your blood curdles.
Don't blame life, my friend;
Life knows not of intention.
Cure your ignorance, your laziness,
And you'll make good out of even a beating.
Little loss the blossoms you have lost,
When Spring is around the corner,
And for what you might have suffered,
Pretend this winter has just lasted a little longer.
You will go on recovering slowly,
And what mankind cannot do,
Must be achieved though new leafing;
Hearts are not made anew.
But beware!
Don't get too excited;
When you feel that a warmth fills you,
On any November* day a frost might burn you.
And to survive that one...
To survive that one,
I cannot tell you the power that is needed.
If you feel it in your roots,
Let whatever God sends come.
Get deep into your roots, grab with them tight,
'Cause there is where your strength lies,
And not in the branches.
But live warned,
That hail is in the skies, and the white clouds.
When you expect the hit,
It hurts less than if it finds you with the flesh relaxed.
And unless you pretend to be privileged,
You will have to suffer, the hail, and the frost.
Have memory,
That life teaches,
And have endurance,
That suffering doesn't kill.
*The poem is set in the Southern Hemisphere; think August=February, November=May.
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