. The challenge is to write a fic about what I wish for in one of my fandoms for 2014, but I twisted it slightly to be what I think one of the characters might wish for, sometimes.What I Wish For
Characters: Rosalee (mentions of others)
Journal Entry, December 31, 2013
I’ve been trying to keep up my father’s habit of journaling—I think he came by it out of the need to make notes of all the potions and artifacts and customs of our people, and thank the saviors that he did, and my brother, as all of our Fuchsbau
forebears have, on down the line. Because of course without that, we couldn’t ply our trade of saving our peoples and the whole damn world, now could we. Not to mention soothing the sniffles, backaches, fertility problems, and whatever else ails the wesenfolk
Anyway, it seems that it’s in our tradition to keep not just apothecary notes, but also personal ones. There’s been so much going on lately—understatement!—that I’ve been lax in the latter department, but trying to turn over a new artauch
leaf, as we say, for the new year. So here we go.
It’s been quite a year, but as I sit here, in my new abode, I find myself tending away from reflection and remembrance. Oh sure, there have been some good times, and right now is one of them, but the past is full of snarling beasts and rocky shoals and dangerous substances.
Sitting here, with Monroe snoring in front of the television set, me with my tea and pen in hand, I almost feel like we could be a regular human couple, with just the usual jobs, and aches and pains, and silly customs of the Kehrseite
. Say we just moved in together—we did!—and worrying about how to tell our parents—we are!—but not because our parents are crazed bigoted wesen
who are violently opposed to inter-wesen
marriage, but just for the usual reasons, not sure what those would be. But anyway, we’re looking forward to celebrating New Year’s Eve at a….fancy hotel, with a bunch of people we don’t know, ready to toast with champagne and dance and talk and laugh and not worry that, even if a drunken brawl should break out, that it will end in torn-off limbs or claw-slashed throats. Vogueing, not woge
Imagine we’d be planning our next vacation, maybe an Alaskan cruise, on one of those big ships with a rock-climbing wall, and buffets and slot machines, with our biggest worry that we might get stuck with a couple of bores at the dining tables, or whether our fancy dress is fancy enough, instead of whether a bunch of Bauerschwein
book passage and damage Monroe’s calm.
It would be fun to double-date with Nick and Juliette, just two couples out on the town, going out to a movie and then grab a burger, and not feel like Nick is always on the lookout, or that we might run into wesen
who recognize him as a Grimm and freak out.
It would be amazing to think about planning a family, maybe even a baby this year, without having to do all this extensive historical research on our particular pairing, and whether the mix can even work out, and the whole Vorherrschen
thing. Yeah, that would be amazing.
Oh well. That’s one life, but it’s not ours. Maybe we can have bits of it, but the life we have right now is … well, like I already said, it’s so much more wonderful than I ever imagined I’d have, I shouldn’t even be thinking of wanting to live the Kehrseite
way, but just think about our own future: a future that just might hold more love, friendship, creativity, and dedication than I’ve ever known before.
Oh, I think they are going to drop the ball at Times Square. I better get Monroe up, so we can ring in the New Year like the good Wiederen
we are. Here’s to 2014!Kehrseite
("Reform” wesen). ETA thanks to magical_sid
for the German beta expertise!