Author's note: Hey peeps! My first fanfic! Yay! Like you read in the description these will be just a bunch of one-shots full of fluff. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Wreck-It Ralph or the characters. Disney owns all of it except my OCs.
It had been 17 years since the whole Turbo/King Candy fiasco. Everything was perfect since that event. The arcade was peaceful, Vanellope and Ralph were still best friends, and Felix and Tamora were still just as in love as the day they met. After the lovely couple got married they had decided to have their home be in Felix's game. Their home was perfect. The house was a medium size brick home with the house being decorated with vines on the sides of the brick walls and flowers that surrounded the cobblestone path to the front. Life was perfect and it only had gotten even more perfect with the addition of each of their six beautiful children.
After the arcade was finally closed for the evening all of the game characters returned to their family and friends after a hard long day of work. And that is exactly what the Fix-Its were doing for their evening. Currently dinner was being made at the Fix-It's house.
As Felix was almost done preparing dinner, Tamora had decided to go get the children to help set up the table. As Tamora walked up the stairs all she could think about was the food that was currently being made downstairs. A hard day's work had worked up her appetite.
Her thoughts of dinner was suddenly interrupted from hearing the faint sounds of music being blasted. She smirked at herself for immediately knowing which one of her six children was blasting the music.
When she finally made it to the top she went to the turquoise painted door that the music was being blasted from. She smirked at herself for being correct. She knocked at the door before opening it.
She smiled smugly at her 16 year old daughter who was currently sitting cross legged on her bed scribbling down words in her blue notebook. Her long light brown hair was swaying as she bopped her head to the beat of the music.
"Fern, it's time for dinner!",Tamora smiled.
Fern was still bobbing her head to the loud music obviously having not heard her mother.
"Soldier it's time for dinner!", she tried to yell over the music.
Fern's big teal eyes looked up in surprise from suddenly being startled. She didn't even realize her mother came in. She immediately scrambled to her feet to turn off the music. Giving her mother a goofy smile she immediately walked to the door.
"Sorry mom, see you downstair.", said Fern saluting her mother before leaving for downstairs.
Tamora rolled her eyes in amusement with a huge smirk plastered on her face.
Next to her eldest daughter's room is her second eldests room. She walked up to the purple door and knocked before going in. Her 14 year old daughter was standing by her trophy shelf. The shelf had been filled with many trophies that were mostly earned from sports. Her daughter was polishing her trophies which were as golden as her hair. She looked up from her trophy to her mother with her violet eyes.
"Winnie dinner is almost ready.", Tamora said with a smile.
"Hey mom!", Winnie grinned at the sight of her mother.
Winnie then quickly put her trophies away. She then ran up to her mother and gave her a fist bump.
"See ya downstairs!", she said running downstairs. Tamora giggled lightly at her daughter's energy. Next was her third eldest.
She walked over to her son's dark green door. She knocked on the door before going in. Her 12 year old son was sitting at his desk looking through his microscope. His light brown hair was combed nicely. His light blue eyes looked up from the substance he was studying to his mother. He gave her a warm smile.
"Hi mom.",he said softly.
"William dinner is going to be ready soon, can you help set up please?", she smiled warmly.
"Of course.", he grinned. As he walked out of the room his mother ruffled his hair with a giggle.
Tamora then proceeded to go to the next room. The next door was half painted black and half painted white. Once again she knocked on the door before going in. She was stunned to see her 9 year old daughter and son who were identical twins arguing.
The twins were so deep in their argument that they didn't even notice that their mother came in the room. Tamora had a feeling that they weren't going to stop anytime soon. Putting to fingers in her mouth she gave a loud whistle that rang through the room.
"Mom, Thomas ruined my painting!", exclaimed Tia her crystal blue eyes filled with anger.
"It was just a prank!", exclaimed Thomas. His blond hair was swaying rapidly as he shook his head back and forth to prove a point.
As the twins were about to break out in a screaming and yelling contest Tamora immediately took hold of the situation. My giving them both a scolding about how arguing doesn't solve anything but only makes the problem worse. After the twins finally made up they both ran downstairs as a race to see who could get there first. Tamora shook her head in amusement
Tamora then walked over to the next door which was painted red. It was her youngest child room. This time she slowly opened the door. The room was pitch black and quiet. But when she turned on the light the whole room glowed up and if you listened closely a little yawn could be heard. She walked over to the little red crib.
Looking up at Tamora in the crib was a little baby. Her big blues eyes were filled with awe and wonder. And her mouth turned up in a toothless grin. The little baby girl let loose a giggle that almost sounded like a bell.
"Hello Ryan.",Tamora cooed. She slowly picked up her ginning baby and gave her loving kiss on the forehead. She then careful snuggled her in between her loving arms and gave her a light tickle on the stomach. Ryan gave off a giggle in delight making Tamora smile.
She then left the room with the happy baby in her arms and walked downstairs. As she walked into the dining room the rest of her family were helping each other get the table ready. After the table was all done getting set up and everyone was seated they all digged into the freshly cooked spaghetti.
Tamora smiled happily as each of her children told their day at school or activities they were doing. Even though sometimes it was a little chaotic Tamora loved her life and she wouldn't ever give it up. It was perfect.
Life was perfect…
But it's not over yet...
