A/N:
Hails: Loosely inspired by SuperiorDimwit's Christmas Carol fic from like, four years ago. I know it's not Christmas now, but it is in the Manga, let me have this. It's basically just one parent and three little children by the names of Rin, Yukio, and Shura. For God's sake, I need fluff for this Family AU, my tube of angst inspiration ran out. So, I'm done until I get a refill. Fluffle one-shots in the meantime.
The age difference between Shura and the twins is much smaller, by like... a three or four-year margin.
The monastery was strung up in Christmas lights and childish, shoddy made paper decorations by the dozen. Laughter was merry and bright, carried by light snow and hurried, last minute gift giving. Never let it be said that caramel and popcorn was a bad combination because Shirō Fujimoto and Shura Kirigakure begged to differ. The twins couldn't identify the root cause of caramel corn and their sister and father's liking for it, they preferred chocolate instead. Although from which level of hell, Shura or Shirō could not tell where that desire crawled from.
Either way, it elicited plenty of petty arguments between them.
The twins' had an odd appetite. Chocolate and popcorn, peanut butter and marshmallows, pretzels and cream cheese, if it involved sweet or savory and was probably an unusual food combination, it was in the twins diet. But, if there was one thing Shirō could be grateful for, it was that the twins weren't picky eaters, unlike Shura who would not eat a single thing while the priests or holy women were taking care of her. Shirō had to be the one to feed her, otherwise, she'd starve. Then again, she wasn't nearly as messy as Rin and Yukio were as kids.
It was all sunshine, runny noses, skinned knees, and juvenile Disney movies at midnight for the odd quartet. Shura, who was sixteen and barely getting out of her pubescent stage, was a glad caretaker of the twins on their thirteenth birthday. They had finally become teenagers, and Shirō prayed to God that very morning that these two didn't go around chasing girls (or boys) after New Years. They could get plenty of kisses from Shura and the holy women if they wanted to stand under the mistletoe.
But while Fujimoto watched the twins run about, Shura practically terrorizing them with a wooden bokuto, almost running into Maruta and spilling the jello Rin had helped make in the kitchen (see: shoved all the adults out while he worked on his own), he couldn't help but think.
There' was no place he'd rather be, than with his family.