Total Drama GC

Noah and Alejandro's dads' lore

Summary: A Total Drama AU where their parents all come to the TD reunion with their kids to mingle and have fun. Alejandro's father runs into an old flame there, and the feelings he tried so hard to stomp down slowly bubble back; and he's powerless to do anything about it.

Info: The family took their mother's last name to honour her. As she faced high risks having children, she and Rohan went to an ancient deity who granted them their wish to be able to have children as they wanted a large family, for a price; Natalie's soul would become his when all her children were 18, and every child would be born with characteristics of his image; yellow eyes, corvid wings and his arcane rune on their left shoulder. After Natalie passed, Rohan brings up the family on his own; most of his kids are already adults.

This is set in an AU where Alejandro won.
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Miguel gave a tight smile as he walked through the doors of the Total Drama Reunion ballroom. This was beneath the social parties he usually attended, but Rita insisted to come for further 'exposure'; their son, after all, despite his humiliation on international TV, had brought them more exposure from around the world.

A million dollars was nothing to Miguel. He ran a luxury empire worth billions. The fact that the runt of his trio had won it made no major insert in their wallets. The only thing he could really credit Alejandro for was for the media attention the Burromuerto name had gotten, so he supposed he could attend this reunion.

And it was an utterly bizarre, pedestrian occasion.

Nearly everyone here was completely lower class. How his son had managed to keep his composure around half these buffoons, he'd never know. Especially that big blonde oaf of a boy; Owen, was that his name? Miguel honestly didn't care. That boy wasn't worth his attention.

He turned, a tight smile pulled taught across his lips, just to witness the big blonde oaf grab a darker skinned, smaller boy into his arms and squeeze him into a crushing bear hug. "Noah! My little buddy, I missed you!" He chortled, and Miguel fought back the urge to roll his eyes.

"Owen, OWEN! Wrong triplet!" Stunned and confused, the larger blonde paused, before his jaw dropped in amazement when he saw two more copies of his 'little buddy' standing right in front of him. "Noah! There's... three of you!" He exclaimed, setting the teen he'd been hugging down.

Internally, Miguel wondered how on earth was someone this dense. There was no possible way you could mistake someone else for a boy you competed alongside for three seasons. How had that oaf of a boy missed it? Surely they couldn't be THAT similar.

When he turned to glance at the scene, he immediately took his words back. All three kids looked the exact same. Same height, same body shape, same facial structure, same eyes and even the near same hair length. It was like a single entity copied and pasted twice into three.

Miguel's brain stuttered, trying to process the visual data. It was like looking into a fractured mirror. They moved with a terrifying, unnatural similarity, expressions near identical, voices an overlapping symphony of amusement.

"No, chubby buddy," sighed the one in the middle, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm a triplet. This is my brother Nigel and my sister Nova. You can distinguish us by our hairpins." Miguel did a double take and noted that each triplet had a differently coloured hairpin in their dark hair—yellow, red, and green.

Why did something about the three of them look so...

Familiar?

"Triplets! Where on earth have you gone?" That voice. That familiar, gentle voice. Miguel felt his heart skip a beat and drop into his stomach the second the owner of said voice finally came into view, his older children in tow.