[Harvest Moon] The Gilligan Files: Chapter 4
Title: Too Young
Fandom: Harvest Moon (Animal Parade)
Rating: K
Characters/Pairings: Gill/Molly, Emma
Summary: Because even an evil commander can have a mild mannered alter-ego. A collection of one-shots focusing around Gill and his family.
Author's Notes: Weeeell, this one came about in celebration of my first silkworm. I took a look at one through my camera and felt my heart melt. They're so CUTE. But for some reason, the first thought that popped into my head was that someone might not necessarily agree. And even though this was SUPPOSED to be about silkworms, it turned into something else entirely...pfft.
Gill didn’t get it.
He knew they were relatively easy to take care of and that their silk brought in a respectable amount of income every four days but…they were worms. They just sat there in the chicken coop, stared at you, made weird clicking noises when you touched them, and occasionally popped out a cocoon to be put through the thread maker. He didn’t see what was so cute about them.
His wife and daughter on the other hand…they thought otherwise.
“Papa, Papa! Guess what?” Emma burst into the house, her smile as bright as could be. Gill looked up from the book he was reading on the couch just in time for her to leap onto his lap. This surprised him; she was normally a fairly calm child…unless it had to do with a new book or her mother.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, setting his slightly rumpled book aside so he could sit her down properly in front of him.
“Nothing’s wrong!” she giggled, and it was then that Gill noticed she was delicately holding a blanket in her arms. There was something in there but he couldn’t tell what. “Mama and me went to Horn Ranch today.”
“Mama and I,” he corrected automatically with a little smile before his attention turned to the bundle. He hoped it wasn’t what he was beginning to suspect it was. “Is that so…?”
“Mmhm!” she grinned again before spinning around in his lap so her back was against his chest. “The baby co-calves were so cute! But I like the sheep the best. Miss Renee takes really good care of them so they’re really soft and fluffy!”
“I see,” Gill replied absently, still staring at the blanket. It was starting to wriggle. “Emma?”
“What?” she looked up and back at him upside-down.
“What’s in the blanket?”
“Oh!” her face lit up once more and she rocked it gently back and forth a few times. “It’s Silver!”
He blinked, having absolutely no idea what his daughter was talking about. “Silver?”
“Uh-huh! Mama said I could name him. I want him to make pretty silver silk like Minnie can!”
There was a long silence. “Emma. Is that…a silkworm?”
In response, Emma merely pulled back the blanket. Sure enough, a brand new pink silkworm sat there in her lap, looking mildly annoyed. However, once it saw Emma, it seemed to brighten a little and it clicked. “Well, of course, Papa! Isn’t he so cute??”
Gill could feel his eyebrows furrow as he stared at the worm. It blinked several times at him and just continued to stare with its large black eyes. “I…guess so,” he lied, feeling his stomach squirm a little. He liked the rest of the animals well enough; he just would never get used to silkworms. “But Emma, what did I tell you about bringing farm animals in the house?”
She pouted. “I just wanted him to meet his new grandpa!”
Gill all but choked. He couldn’t say he was expecting that. “Wh-What??”
“Well. I’m going to be his new mama. And since you’re my papa, that makes you a grandpa! And that makes grandpa…” she trailed off thoughtfully.
“A great-grandpa,” he supplied, sounding just a little bit strangled. For some reason the thought of him being a grandpa unsettled him much more than the silkworm. Maybe it was because his daughter was only five. Barely five, at that.
She grinned back at him and continued cooing at the silkworm until Finn flew in from the open window. “Emma! Your mama needs to feed Silver,” he bounced up and down happily, his hat almost slipping off his head.
Emma nodded and slid off of Gill’s lap before dashing outside. “I’ll do it!”
“Be careful, you don’t want to hurt him!” the tiny harvest sprite called as he sped off after her towards the barn.
Gill continued to sit there long after they left, his gaze focused listlessly on the open door. It wasn’t until Molly walked in that he snapped out of it enough to give her a tiny smile.
“Something wrong?” she asked, moving his book to the arm of the couch so she could take a seat next to him.
“Not…really,” he replied, bringing a hand up to his forehead with a sigh, “Just that…I think I know how Julius feels when he talks about Angie not being allowed to date until she’s 30,” he mumbled.
Molly giggled and slid her arms around his middle. “Oh? Not ready to be a grandpa yet?”
He shook his head firmly. “Absolutely not.”
Her giggle turned into a full out laugh. “Don’t worry, I don’t think we’ll have to worry about that for a long time.”
“I hope so…” he sighed again, his mind wandering to each of the Castanet boys and lingering on Van.
Molly turned to kiss his cheek. “No use thinking about it now. Anyway, I’m going to take Emma over to Harmonica town so she can borrow a book from Van. Do you want to come?”
Gill’s response was immediate. “Yes.” Ignoring his wife’s quizzical look, he stood up to go outside and fetch Emma. Oh, he definitely had to agree with Julius on that one…
Fandom: Harvest Moon (Animal Parade)
Rating: K
Characters/Pairings: Gill/Molly, Emma
Summary: Because even an evil commander can have a mild mannered alter-ego. A collection of one-shots focusing around Gill and his family.
Author's Notes: Weeeell, this one came about in celebration of my first silkworm. I took a look at one through my camera and felt my heart melt. They're so CUTE. But for some reason, the first thought that popped into my head was that someone might not necessarily agree. And even though this was SUPPOSED to be about silkworms, it turned into something else entirely...pfft.
Gill didn’t get it.
He knew they were relatively easy to take care of and that their silk brought in a respectable amount of income every four days but…they were worms. They just sat there in the chicken coop, stared at you, made weird clicking noises when you touched them, and occasionally popped out a cocoon to be put through the thread maker. He didn’t see what was so cute about them.
His wife and daughter on the other hand…they thought otherwise.
“Papa, Papa! Guess what?” Emma burst into the house, her smile as bright as could be. Gill looked up from the book he was reading on the couch just in time for her to leap onto his lap. This surprised him; she was normally a fairly calm child…unless it had to do with a new book or her mother.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, setting his slightly rumpled book aside so he could sit her down properly in front of him.
“Nothing’s wrong!” she giggled, and it was then that Gill noticed she was delicately holding a blanket in her arms. There was something in there but he couldn’t tell what. “Mama and me went to Horn Ranch today.”
“Mama and I,” he corrected automatically with a little smile before his attention turned to the bundle. He hoped it wasn’t what he was beginning to suspect it was. “Is that so…?”
“Mmhm!” she grinned again before spinning around in his lap so her back was against his chest. “The baby co-calves were so cute! But I like the sheep the best. Miss Renee takes really good care of them so they’re really soft and fluffy!”
“I see,” Gill replied absently, still staring at the blanket. It was starting to wriggle. “Emma?”
“What?” she looked up and back at him upside-down.
“What’s in the blanket?”
“Oh!” her face lit up once more and she rocked it gently back and forth a few times. “It’s Silver!”
He blinked, having absolutely no idea what his daughter was talking about. “Silver?”
“Uh-huh! Mama said I could name him. I want him to make pretty silver silk like Minnie can!”
There was a long silence. “Emma. Is that…a silkworm?”
In response, Emma merely pulled back the blanket. Sure enough, a brand new pink silkworm sat there in her lap, looking mildly annoyed. However, once it saw Emma, it seemed to brighten a little and it clicked. “Well, of course, Papa! Isn’t he so cute??”
Gill could feel his eyebrows furrow as he stared at the worm. It blinked several times at him and just continued to stare with its large black eyes. “I…guess so,” he lied, feeling his stomach squirm a little. He liked the rest of the animals well enough; he just would never get used to silkworms. “But Emma, what did I tell you about bringing farm animals in the house?”
She pouted. “I just wanted him to meet his new grandpa!”
Gill all but choked. He couldn’t say he was expecting that. “Wh-What??”
“Well. I’m going to be his new mama. And since you’re my papa, that makes you a grandpa! And that makes grandpa…” she trailed off thoughtfully.
“A great-grandpa,” he supplied, sounding just a little bit strangled. For some reason the thought of him being a grandpa unsettled him much more than the silkworm. Maybe it was because his daughter was only five. Barely five, at that.
She grinned back at him and continued cooing at the silkworm until Finn flew in from the open window. “Emma! Your mama needs to feed Silver,” he bounced up and down happily, his hat almost slipping off his head.
Emma nodded and slid off of Gill’s lap before dashing outside. “I’ll do it!”
“Be careful, you don’t want to hurt him!” the tiny harvest sprite called as he sped off after her towards the barn.
Gill continued to sit there long after they left, his gaze focused listlessly on the open door. It wasn’t until Molly walked in that he snapped out of it enough to give her a tiny smile.
“Something wrong?” she asked, moving his book to the arm of the couch so she could take a seat next to him.
“Not…really,” he replied, bringing a hand up to his forehead with a sigh, “Just that…I think I know how Julius feels when he talks about Angie not being allowed to date until she’s 30,” he mumbled.
Molly giggled and slid her arms around his middle. “Oh? Not ready to be a grandpa yet?”
He shook his head firmly. “Absolutely not.”
Her giggle turned into a full out laugh. “Don’t worry, I don’t think we’ll have to worry about that for a long time.”
“I hope so…” he sighed again, his mind wandering to each of the Castanet boys and lingering on Van.
Molly turned to kiss his cheek. “No use thinking about it now. Anyway, I’m going to take Emma over to Harmonica town so she can borrow a book from Van. Do you want to come?”
Gill’s response was immediate. “Yes.” Ignoring his wife’s quizzical look, he stood up to go outside and fetch Emma. Oh, he definitely had to agree with Julius on that one…