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theworldofotps · 1 year

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She’s Four Weeks!

The Demon Dad series, following Bálor as he navigates parenthood.

Word Count: 596 Description: Bálor tries to figure out what to do with a human baby.

Masterlist Big thanks to @ava-valerie for this idea, I hope you all enjoy.

Thank you @new-zealand-chic for beta reading for me and helping add. _____________ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @thiccc-rider-mcintyre @letsgivethisonemoreshot @mcreignsera @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin@melblacc @alliwant456 @elevennbloom @xbreezymeadowsmunsonx @mcreignsera If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ___________ “Are you sure you will be okay watching the baby while I shower?”

You ask your husband Finn as you gathered your clothing, the baby was napping and you wanted to enjoy a nice hot shower while you had the chance.

“Of course love, there’s nothing to worry about you go ahead and enjoy your shower. If the baby wakes then I’ll handle it.”

Nodding you kiss him before heading off to enjoy a few minutes to yourself. Finn grabbed the baby monitor and returned to the kitchen so he could finish making lunch for the two of you. What he hadn’t expected was Bálor to pop through, the demon king planned to surprise you.

“Where is y/n?”

“She’s upstairs taking a shower, a little warning before you just pop through would have been nice you know.”

“Be that as it may we both know I’m not nice.”

Bálor says as he looked around the kitchen, making his way to the living room he sits on the couch and slightly recoiled when he saw the baby staring at him.

“Why is it just staring?”

“Because she just woke up that’s why, just say hi to her.”

Bálor gave a little wave. “Um hi.”

Y/c/n made a little noise and yawned causing Finn to laugh.

“Looks like she’s bored of you already.”

“How on earth could you be bored of me, you literally eat, sleep, and shit. Plus that awful crying, it’s annoying.”

“Be nice to her!”

“Okay okay, fine damn you don’t need to yell…”

Bálor watches your child for a few minutes before gently tapping his hands on his knees.

“Sooo.” He says watching the baby as he tried to think. “Do you want a beer?”

“She’s four weeks old!”

“I don’t know! What am I supposed to do with her?”

“Try just talking to her, don’t let y/n know you offered our baby alcohol.”

“Why would I talk to it, she obviously can’t answer me back… Does it do any tricks?”

“SHE’s not a dog!”

“I was just wondering, babies of important demons can have powers.”

“We won’t know until she’s older, why would you like her more than?”

Finn asked, amusement evident in his voice it was different seeing the demon king struggle with something he had never dealt with before.

“Possibly, maybe not. Okay, what to do with you?”

“Why don’t you turn the swing on that’s always a big hit.”

Standing, Bálor walked over to the swing and looked around for an on button. He had never used one of these before but he was the king it shouldn’t be too hard.

“Top green button.”

“Yes, I see that I was just examining it.”

Rolling his eyes Bálor pressed the button and then stepped back watching as it began to swing. Y/c/n looks around and babbles as the swing starts, moving excitedly before relaxing back into the seat.

“Human babies are so strange, this must be your doing.”

“Hey! She’s not strange our baby is a sweetheart.”

“Except when she wakes up screaming in the middle of the night for food and because she’s soiled herself.”

“You’re such a bummer don’t let our wife hear you saying this stuff you may not see the promised land for a while if you do.”

“Then I think it’s best I come back at another time.”

“Good idea.”

Sitting back on the couch so Finn wouldn’t pass out Bálor looks at the baby once more.

“Farewell small offspring I’ll see you next time.”

Closing his eyes Bálor returns back to his kingdom this ‘parenthood’ was going to be one hell of a long journey.

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piratewithvigor · 2 years

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Journey Out Of Darkness: The History Of Kane

Chapter 8: Direct From Kansas City

Abel gets a number of letters and caseworkers

Last Chapter ~ AO3

Taglist: @the--blackdahlia @coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe @wendigoruble @old-no7 @kayfabebabe

No one came to see him the next day. Not Melissa and not her daughter, either. Katie. It wasn’t technically a scheduled day for a visit, but she’d been coming by on days she was scheduled and days she wasn’t. Abel couldn’t say he wasn’t disappointed, but he took comfort in the fact that the next day was a scheduled day and she never missed those.

He would have asked Nurse Efram if she’d heard any reason why they may not be coming by, but judging by the foulness of her mood, it would be far more wise to leave her be. Little bits of conversation and gossip from the hallway outside mentioned something about her boyfriend stepping out on her. Seemed like they were both feeling a little abandoned. It didn’t bother him too much; he had a lot of thinking to do in the meantime.

Primarily about the fire.

It hadn’t been directly asked, but it sounded like the police were trying to riddle out who might have access to the house. Who might have a set of keys or who might have known where the spare set was hidden on the property (on a hook accessible only by the loft in the barn where the caskets were built). Well, each of his parents had a set of keys for everything in the house. Dad’s hung in his bedroom and Ma’s hung in the office, the only two rooms in the house besides Thomas’s where no clients could run the risk of going (being on the lower floor, relatively near the parlor lobby, Abel had had too many occasions where funeral-goers hunting for a washroom were just trying any door). Paul Bearer had a spare key to the hearse, but to Abel’s knowledge, he couldn’t get into the house without someone letting him into the house. No one would be letting him into the house in the middle of the night like that. Only he and Thomas knew where the spare set was and no one ever went up into the loft without being heard for a mile around. Every plank creaked like it was actively trying to wake the dead. Besides, not only would Thomas not need a key, he wouldn’t have burnt down the home anyway. No one who Abel could think of would. There was no reason for it. The police were wrong, they had to be. The fire was an accident. Except it wasn’t, really; it was the curse.

That was the second thing to think about. He had to tell Melissa about the Kane family curse. People outside the family were rarely told about the curse, for no other reason than besides they likely would scoff it off or not believe it, but Melissa might. One of the things he’d realized about her was that she was a God-fearing woman, as Dad used to call it. She was always talking about the Lord this, and the Lord that, and a few days ago she’d even suggested that Abel may want to join the family at church one Sunday, for a change of scenery from the hospital. He was just grateful she was a very respectful God-fearing woman and accepted his shy refusal immediately. She dropped the idea and hadn’t brought it up again since.

The point was that she was a God-fearing woman. She believed in a higher power above, so it was only logical she might believe in powers below. The problem was what she may ask. Why there was a curse in the first place, for instance. And how she may react when Abel explained it was because the Kanes were witches, that he had witch blood and may be one himself. He couldn’t say how much stock she put into something like that, but the odds were pretty good she wouldn’t want him and Katie to be friends. That thought sat heavy in his gut.

But maybe she wouldn’t ask. Maybe she’d accept the Kanes were cursed and not ask for more information, or he could lie and say he didn’t know. She’d have to take his word for it, after all; the scrapbook was gone, burned up in the fire. He was the last surviving Kane and the curse and all the stories that went with the name would die with him. Which was good.

What was better was that that night, Abel didn’t dream about the fire.

Instead, he dreamt about being back in school. In the little moments between when the bell rings to go inside from the yard and the bell for the start of the first class, when everyone is chattering. No one usually talked to him in those moments, but in the dream, Jimmy Nichols asked if he wanted to go to the football game on Friday and watch Marfa High beat the snot out of Valentine. Ty Martin told him all about the wrestling show he’d gone to last weekend up in El Paso and asked if Abel wanted to come to the next one. The whole time everyone was talking to him, he was aware that sitting in the seat to his right, not talking to him but just watching him, was Katie, and that even though he couldn’t see her, she was smiling.

In the dream, he was smiling too.

He even woke up with a smile on his face, for the first time in what seemed like forever, and was still wearing that smile at 8:45 when Melissa knocked on his door, just like she always did.

“Come on in,” he called. The door swung all the way open, but Melissa wasn’t standing there. It was a man. Not a nurse or an orderly or a doctor or even a cop, unless he was out of uniform. He was obviously trying to smile politely, but since he wasn’t Melissa, Abel couldn’t see it as anything but unsavory.

“Hey there, Abel. How you doin’?”

Abel didn’t move. He wasn’t about to do or say anything until he figured out who this man was.

Without a reaction, the man’s smile wavered.

“It is Abel, right?” He checked the name on the folder in his hand. “Am I pronouncing that correctly? Can’t imagine how else it’d be pronounced.”

The man stepped into the room, set his folder down on one chair and pulled another up alongside the bed. He was wearing some kind of perfume or cologne or something. It stunk to high heaven.

“My name’s Dick Beavis. I’m going to be your new caseworker.”

Abel blinked a few times.

“My new what?”

“New caseworker. Gonna work on your case, help you find a new home, maybe a new family. Sound good?”

“What?”

“New home, new family,” Dick repeated, obviously assuming Abel just didn’t hear him and wasn’t dumbfounded. “But first, we ought to get to know each other a little. Now, I must confess, I’m a little newer to the social work scene, but I’ve got plenty experience in real estate and a little in used cars, and both those businesses need lots of communication skills, so–”

“Wait, wait,” Abel interrupted, shaking his head to try and clear the sinking feeling. “Where’s Melissa? What happened to her?”

Dick’s eerie fake smile turned into an equally eerie fake frown.

“A terrible thing happened, son. I’m sorry to have to tell you about it. Or hold on–” he started ruffling through his folder. “Believe I was told to give this to you. Got your name on it and everything.” He pulled out a plain white envelope with Abel’s name scribbled across the front in what seemed to be Melissa’s handwriting, but shakier.

He ripped it open and read.

Dear Abel,

I’m sorry this will have to be told to you in a letter, but it won’t be possible for me to visit you for a while. I’ll do my best to do so once everything’s calmed down.

As whoever is taking my place has probably told you by now, there has been a terrible tragedy in my family, something that makes me understand a little bit better how awful you must have been feeling these last few weeks. To lose a member of your family is without a doubt the greatest trial God puts before us…

The words started to blur in front of him. Was she talking about Katie? Had something happened to Katie?

He barely dared to read on, but when he did, he learned it wasn’t Katie, but her father, Melissa’s husband. He first felt relief, then shame for that relief. There had been a failure with the brakes on his car when he tried to stop at a light. He tried to avoid a collision with a car by swerving, but lost control and hit a building instead. It was an accident, Melissa said. A freak accident.

Abel knew better. It was the curse. It was his fault for making friends with Katie, with her mom, for making them a part of his life. It was the curse.

…but as difficult as it seems sometimes, we have to have faith in God, in his plan for us all. I have faith in his plan for you, and I know that plan will end with your happiness.

I will write you once we are settled in Kansas City. I miss you already, Abel, and I will pray for you, and I wish you all the best in the world.

Love,

Melissa Vick

“Hell of a thing, isn’t it?” Dick asked, as if he hadn’t just passed Abel the worst note he could have received in that moment.

A little pink piece of paper was folded up inside Melissa’s note. A little sticky note folded on itself so the glue would keep it shut until he opened it, revealing a note written by Katie. A very short note.

Dear Abel,

My dad died, so Ma says we’re moving to Kansas City. It looks like we’re not gonna be in the same class after all. We can be pen pals, though. Here is the address you can write me at.

Your friend,

Katie Vick

Abel didn’t realize he was crying until the tape keeping the cotton over his eye started becoming unglued, tickling his skin.

At some point during his crying, he realized that Dick Beavis had sat up on the bed next to him. He patted Abel’s leg.

“It’s alright, son. It’s gonna be okay.”

“No, it’s not gonna be okay,” Abel practically spat. How could it be okay? Melissa’s husband, Katie’s dad, was dead. He’d died and it was Abel’s fault.

“It’s terrible that this happened, but–”

“Go away.” Abel turned over in bed sharply enough to jostle Dick out of his precarious position and onto the floor, hitting and knocking over a water glass that was on the side table onto himself in the process.

He got up, cursing.

“Goddamn it!” He tried to dry off his shirt by flapping it around like some kind of ridiculous bird as he glared at Abel. “I was just trying to help!”

“I don’t want your help.”

“Yeah, I got that. Listen, son, anyone ever tell you you have a bad attitude?”

“I don’t care.”

“Well, you ought to. Not many families gonna want a kid with a bad attitude.” He seemed to realize the potential sting of his words only once they were already out. “Damn. I didn’t mean that, Abel, I just–”

“Go away and leave me alone,” Abel repeated, pulling the blankets higher on himself so Dick couldn’t see him fiddling with the cotton. The wetness of his face had made it irritating and the irritation just made him want to scream and throw it across the room, but he didn’t want this man to see him do it.

“Look, we got off to a bad start here. Let’s start over, okay?”

Abel didn’t move. First impressions could never get a do-over.

It took a few moments, but eventually, he heard Dick sigh and pick up his folder.

“I’ll leave your letters, Abel. And I’ll be back tomorrow– no, Thursday. I’ll be back Thursday.”

Abel never saw Dick Beavis again.

The next week, a new woman came in. Mrs. Garcia introduced herself as such and as his new caseworker. She carried a big bag of folders and didn’t smile. She didn’t seem mean, just busy and a little tired. She rarely spent more than fifteen minutes at a time with him, which she apologized for often, mentioning the size of her caseload, which Abel assumed meant she was in charge of a good number of people. One person for every folder in her bag. That was fine with him; if they weren’t together often, they wouldn’t be friends and she wouldn’t be impacted by the curse. He hoped, anyway.

By the time the doctors began saying he could leave in a couple of days, she brought him a big manila envelope postmarked Kansas City.

Abel held it and stared at the writing for a very long time.

“Don’t you want to open it?”

More than anything in the world, he wanted to open it. Wanted to know if they were safe and okay and maybe even happy. But if he opened it, it’d mean he was staying in contact. That they were still pen pals, which was still friends. All his friends were in danger of the curse. They may not be okay if he opened it, but they could always be okay if he never did.

“I’ll open it later. When I’m alone,” He assured Mrs. Garcia.

When she left, he got out of his bed, walked down the hall to the trash chute and threw the envelope away.

Over the next few weeks, he threw a lot of envelopes away.

He threw away the ones that came to him in the hospital.

He threw away the ones that came to him in the group home Mrs. Garcia had brought him to when the doctors gave him the all-clear.

He even threw away the ones that had somehow made it to his third-grade classroom. Mrs. Garcia never knew he never opened them, but she knew he wasn’t replying and always sent along a note with the envelope reminding him that such a thing was rude.

One day, when he stepped off the school bus, he noticed she was on the front steps of the group home, waiting for him. He didn’t want to get into a yelling match after a long day, but he didn’t want to try and explain the curse and why he could never reply.

“I just don’t want to talk to them, alright?” He asked, glaring a little. “They got their lives, I got mine.”

Mrs. Garcia blinked a few times.

“Abel, what are you talking about?”

“The Vicks. I don’t want to talk to ‘em.”

“Dear, I’m not here to scold you.”

“Then why?”

For the first time since he’d met her, Mrs. Garcia smiled. She patted a suitcase next to her. Abel’s suitcase. The one the hospital had given him when he left.

“We got a family for you.”

#Journey Out Of Darkness #Kane #WWE #WWF #Writing #Fanfic #our lil guy deserves some good things #this is a good thing cliffhanger #or is it #let's be honest this curse thing is gonna be a major plot point #one might argue the central plot point #also now that my work schedule's changed I'm half tempted to start posting chapters on wednesdays instead of fridays #scheduling this for friday but it's being prepped on tuesday #we'll see what happens

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