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after-witch · 3 years

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Baby Mine [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Title: Baby Mine [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Synopsis: The first time you laid eyes on your child, you knew: You had to get out. Set in the ‘White Picket Fence’-verse.

For request: Something with Overhaul + the reader’s children and manipulation (I’m sorry I accidentally deleted the original message so I don’t remember the exacting wording!)

Word Count: 3328

notes: yandere, stockholm syndrome, abuse

From the instant you laid eyes on your daughter, the moment your gaze took in her fresh, wet skin and her small, blinking, uncomprehending eyes, you knew: you had to get the fuck away from Chisaki Kai.

The realization was instant, like a flash, peeling away years of manipulation and training and forced self-acceptance of your situation. Years of justifications and excuses that had wormed their way under your skin, forcing you to see the bright side, to see his side, and let yourself get wrapped up in its candy-coated, fluffy cotton bullshit--gone, ripped away with brutal, exacting force. All that was left was the stark realization, a single driving force shoving you forward: you and your daughter were going to get out.

That was four years ago.

Four years of agonizing pretending. Of forcing yourself to put back on the coat you'd worn before, the false version of yourself that loved him and accepted him and excused everything he ever did to you. It was hard. It was harder to pretend that you accepted this than to actually accept it, to indulge in his control. But every time your resolve weakened, it only took a glance at your child to remind you of why you couldn't just give in.

You had to get out, not for yourself, but for her. To give her a normal life. A life where she could be free, where she could have friends, where she could run outside and not be limited to the house or, if the weather was nice, the secure, high-fenced backyard that Kai had only built within the last year.

Four years of pretending. Four years of planning. And, most difficult of all, four years of waiting. Trust was not easily given by Chisaki Kai, even to the mother of his child.

So you waited.

You waited for Kai to move you two--no, three now--into a house, a real house; not in a populated suburb (another broken promise that you swallowed deep, deep down) but an offshoot of some protected compound in a remote area, where it could be secure and guarded. But what mattered is that its doors connected to the outside, not to some unknown underground bunker. You could manage, if you were connected to the outside.

You waited for Kai to ease up on the restrictions that built up around you during your pregnancy, rules to keep you under a far more watchful eye, rules that made it harder to find a way out. Inches of trust, gradually earned, which made it possible for you to think concretely about escape.

You waited for your daughter to get old enough to run, old enough to survive without needing to be fed every few hours, old enough to know how to stay quiet when told. Watching her grow up only made you want to leave, more. She had a personality now. Stubborn but accepting when she knew she wouldn’t win; sweet in her own way, an unusual way, likely one that came from a lack of interaction with anyone but her parents and a handful of trusted Shie Hassaikai members.

It was one of those trusted members--you never have learned their name, a secret Kai (nor they) were willing to give--that would be your key to escape.

They loved your daughter, too, in time. They were drawn in by her precociousness, her insistence on formalities and pleases and thank-yous. But it was her bubbliness and inherent interest in the world and people around her that made them decide to love her, too.Her big eyes and bubbling laugh when you two were allowed in the yard, sometimes under this member’s supervision.

To your daughter’s delight, they didn’t simply watch you like the handful of others did; they joined in the fun. Just a few weeks ago, she’d convinced him to push her so high on the swing set that she’d gone all the way around--even your heart briefly froze until she’d emerged on the other side, cackling with delight, safe and sound.

They were loyal to Overhaul. Of that there was no doubt. Had they killed for him? Maimed? Tortured? You tried not to think about the things that were done in Overhaul’s name.

Yet they’d betrayed him, all for the sake of your daughter. Part of you feels bitter that they wouldn’t betray him for the sake of you--but then, what was that saying? Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

It was with their help that you were finally able to secure that last necessary piece of the puzzle for your escape: getting out of the secured, monitored gate surrounding the house unnoticed. He told you in hushed, intense tones that he would be on watch duty the night of your escape, that he would take care of the other member assigned that night, and that all you had to do was get out the door at the agreed time with your bag, your daughter, and a good pair of walking shoes. He would drive you as far as he could, and then you two would run, run, run after that.

It was going to work. Your daughter was going to live her life, a real life, not one carefully constructed in captivity. What would you do first, once you were free? The thoughts sometimes made you so giddy that you pinched yourself to calm down. So close, so close to the finish line, and you must be vigilant.

Tonight. You and your daughter are going to leave tonight.

Your daughter is in her bed, tucked in safe and secure. Her eyes are already closed, and Kai is sitting at the edge of the mattress, as always, smoothing down her hair and pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead. You watch from the doorway with your arms casually crossed, a small, tired, end-of-the-night smile on your lips. It's all so normal, so domestic, isn't it.

"Good night," he says, so soft and sweet that, if you hadn't been pulled out of your deluded coping mechanism, you might find it endearing. Instead, your thoughts scream: This will be the last time you ever see her, you fucked up piece of shit bastard. Oh, do you have a potty mouth when your 'husband' can't hear you...

He leaves your daughter to her dreams and clicks off the little lamp on her nightstand. When he crosses the doorway, you make room and he lets you slide your arm around his, linking yourselves together for the walk to your shared bedroom.

"Tired?" He asks, and you nod. You are tired. Not for the reasons he thinks, and not for the reasons you'll give, but the telltale darkness under your eyes belies the stress of planning your escape from a years-long ordeal.

You sigh, as soft and sweet as his voice was earlier. "Mmhmm. She didn't want to focus on her lessons today. I got a bit frustrated. Sometimes I don't think I'm cut out to be a teacher." By now you're in your bedroom and you casually take off your day clothes, dropping them in the labeled hamper in front of the closet. Your stomach twinges with the memory of how he used to look away when you took off your clothes.

But that was long ago, and now he continues the conversation casually as the pair of you strip and change into your respective pajamas. You slip a pink nightie with ruffled bottom over your head as he

"You just need more practice. Are you reading the lesson books before you start class?"

I wouldn't have to read any lesson books if you let her out of this house, if you let her out of school, if you weren't--you stop your thoughts, afraid that they might show on your face. Afraid that you might lose everything at this last, crucial moment.

But you know you look frustrated, so you roll with it. "Yes," you say, voice just the right amount of annoyed in retort. "But if she doesn't want to sit down and focus, me reading the lesson beforehand isn't really going to help, is it?"

He stares at you, and you wonder in a flash if you went too far. But in the next moment, he's simply continuing to button up his shirt. "Is it going to help our daughter learn if you take out your bad day on your husband?" His voice is dripping with the natural condescension that once had you questioning whether or not it was okay to be upset that he'd kidnapped you, and you hate it. But at least it's a sign that he bought your excuses.

You feel a warm flush of shame at the way his condescension still makes you feel less-than. You slide yourself into bed, under the covers, instinctively grabbing the book on your end table and staring down into it like you could simply disappear inside the pages. You can't mess up anything right now. The weight of what you need to do tonight feels so heavy and you can't stop your hands from trembling slightly.

"Sorry," you whisper, voice thick with emotion. "It's just hard sometimes. I feel in over my head."

It's Kai's turn to slide under the covers, though he doesn't bother grabbing his own book. Instead he gently pushes on your hands until you set the book on the covers. You know he wants you to look at him, so you do. He looks so gentle, so calm. Did he kill anyone today? Did he insult some hapless victim who crossed his organization, spewing venom with his words, before kissing your daughter goodnight hours later?

His gloved hands tip your chin up and it's a familiar feeling, an intimate feeling, when he pulls you in for a kiss. When he pulls away, he's smiling softly, indulgently. You aren't in trouble. You're good.

"I'll come home for lessons tomorrow and see what I can do. Would you like that?"

I'd like you to drop dead and make this easier on us, you think.

"Yes, Kai."

You smile. You nod. You let out a shaky sigh and lean your shoulders against his, picking up your book and signaling an end to the crisis. He lets you read quietly for a while before turning off the lamp on his side of the bed; it's a wordless signal that you already know: time to sleep. You're a dutiful wife and you put your book away and turn off your lamp and then turn back to your husband and whisper,

"Good night, Kai."

You wait until he's deep asleep to ease your way out of the bed. Every step you take in your padded socks makes you cringe. Will the floor creak? Will you make too much noise? Will you have to come up with a half-assed excuse as he comes to, groggily asking what you're doing? You feel like you can't breathe, but you do breathe, soft and shallow as you make your way to the bedroom door.

You didn't dare keep anything related to your escape in your shared bedroom. The door feels like it weighs a thousand pounds as you ever-so-slowly open it, keeping your head turned towards the man sleeping on the bed all the while. He doesn't stir. He simply continues to snore, even as the door opens enough for you to slip out.

Your heart is pounding in your chest as you cross the hallway and into the spare room that you used as a playroom and, lately, a makeshift school. The bag you packed is in the closet, tucked behind bags of school supplies that you'd asked Kai to pick up in order to make sure that your escape bag didn't stand out. You grab it swiftly, along with your daughter's outdoor shoes, and make your way to the most dangerous element of your escape: your daughter's room.

She did so well. You remind yourself to praise her once you're away from the house, once you're in a car and making noise isn't a life or death dilemma. You built up the idea of your escape bit by bit over the past few weeks. You couldn't tell her that her father was a monster who kidnapped you, but you could prey on her desire to see more, to go beyond the rules established in her father's domain.

Don't you want to meet other kids? Go to the beach, feel the sand underneath your feet? Meet... your grandma? We'll just take a secret trip, you and me, and then come back to Papa when we're done. Then he'll see that it's safe to leave and come with us next time. But you have to keep it a secret. You can't tell him a thing, or we won't be able to go. You can keep a secret, can't you?

You kneel next to your daughter's bed and gently wake her up, whispering her name and stroking her hair, so she slowly opens her eyes in confusion before her gaze lands on your face and ah, a smile--it's just mom.

"Mama?" She asks, a bit too loudly for your liking.

"Shh baby," you say. "Yes, it's mama. Are you ready to go?" You see the tentativeness, the childish confusion in the way she nods. She doesn't know what real life is yet, she doesn't have an inkling of the freedom that she's lost, but she will.

You don't bother changing. You have a pair of clothes in the bag and you'll change when you're in a safer space. For now, you take her hand and lead her down the staircase, your chest tightening with every step. You can't help but glance back at the still-open doorway leading to your bedroom. You pray to whatever is listening that he won't wake up. Each step is a step closer to freedom. Each step is a terrifying risk that you or she might slip, might make noise, might wake him up.

Your spirits lift when you reach the bottom of the stairs. All you have to do is get out the door and he'll be waiting there with the key and a getaway car and freedom.

You clutch your daughter's hand, your own palm now sweaty; you nearly trip on a toy you forgot to pick up earlier, but thankfully the light in the entryway was turned on (you must have forgotten to turn it off) and you see it just in time to avoid disaster. You squeeze your daughter hand and turn the corner that leads to the entryway of your home--

Where Chisaki Kai is standing, waiting for you, his eyes practically illuminated by the glowing lamp light.

You drop the bag.

"No," you say. "No." Your mind suddenly feels fuzzy, like its buzzing, drowning out all of your thoughts with a pure denial of what you see in front of you.

"How--how did you--" you sputter, unable to continue voicing your question. It was all planned. It was all practiced. You pretended, you waited, you planned--for four years. How? How did he know?

He doesn't have to answer. You know the moment that your daughter's grip slips out of your hand and she runs up to her father, feet thumping on the floor. She clings to his side and doesn't look at you, and he runs a hand through her hair without taking his eyes away from your shaking form.

Of course she told him. Of course she told her papa that you wanted to leave. She loved him. Why wouldn't she? It was all she'd ever known. You were breaking the rules, breaking the structure that dominated her life since she could remember.

"Please don't be mad at me, mama." Your daughter whimpers against Kai, and you can hear the tears in her little voice, and your heart aches for her in so many ways.

"I'm not," you whisper. "I'm not mad at you, baby." You're just sad, so sad. It hurts. All of it.

"Sweetheart," Kai says, voice surprisingly calm despite the events, "go back to bed while I help your mother unpack your things, all right?"

Your daughter nods and suddenly she's against you, hugging you in a tight, childish way; you only have enough energy to pull your arm around her, limp and heavy, patting her back without really feeling it before she scampers up the stairs.

You're left alone. With him.

He approaches you slowly and you feel like an animal. There's wildness hammering in your heart and the thought comes up, unwillingly: could you still run? Escape on your own? And hope that some day, your daughter escapes and finds you? But the thought of leaving her behind is impossible to indulge in for more than a second, and you know that without her, your life isn't worth living. The thought of abandoning her to Kai Chisaki brings up an immediate sense of revulsion and guilt and shame.

"What were you thinking?"

You aren't looking at him, but you don't have to be looking at him to know that he's glaring at you. Looking down on you with his gaze filled with righteous justifications. You glance and--yes, he is, but there's something darker, something you’d forgotten, underneath. Your stomach suddenly feels loaded with weights and your legs move backwards, pulling you away from him, away from the anger that feels like it's radiating off him in waves.

He suddenly grips your chin with brutal force and yanks your jaw forward, forcing you to look at him.

"I had to kill one of my most trusted men today because of your..." His eyes dart back and forth for a moment, before he spits out the apparently perfect description of your escape attempt. "Hysteria. An absolute waste of potential, all because of your ridiculousness."

Your mouth is dry. Your voice is hoarse. But you speak up, anyway. You've already lost everything.

"It's not ridiculous to want to get out of here."

The weight of the years seems to press down on your shoulders, pounding into your bones, screaming in your ears.

"It's not ridiculous to--to want to take my daughter away from the man who kidnapped me and forced me to pretend like I was happy here, like I was happy living in some--" you cough, needing moisture, but not daring to stop to swallow lest you lose your courage. "--glorified dollhouse while you tell me what to do and what to wear and how to act and when to fuck you and when to have a baby and fuck you, fuck you, just fuck you Kai. I hate you. Oh I fucking hate you."

You don't notice as your voice gets louder, emboldened by the adrenaline that's been crashing through you since you opened the bedroom door, until his hand is gripping your upper arm in a show of brute, vise-length strength.

"Lower. your. voice."

His grip strengthens until you cry out, and then it gradually loosens without letting you go completely.

For the next few moments, you do nothing but stare at one another. Your mind feels hazy, darting from thought to thought. It was all for nothing. The last four years, all for nothing. But you think about your daughter, about what she may have been able to accomplish outside of these walls, and even the fantasy of a free life for her made it worth something--didn't it?

It's his voice that lowered, now, as he lets you go completely and straightens himself up. All business now. But what business will he engage in, this time?

"Perhaps you do need a vacation," he says, finally. Firmly. He's made a decision.

You wonder if he's lost his mind and you're about to ask as much before he continues.

"Did you know this house has a secret room? It's nice and quiet. The perfect place for you to recuperate until you've regained your senses."

The room, the room, the room.

Your hand instinctively claps against your mouth as you cry out.

After all, you don't want to wake your daughter up with your screams.

#yandere overhaul #yandere chisaki kai #yandere x reader #overhaul x reader #afterwitch writes

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angryschnauzer · 3 years

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Blackwater Lake - Chapter 1

Summary: There’s a little town high in the mountains where everyone has a secret, and every family has something that makes them unique. In Blackwater Lake those that are outcast by nature come together.

Characters: Werewolf!Captain Syverson, Werewolf!Female Reader, Vampire!Walter Marshall.

Warnings (for this chapter, all small mentions but warning just in case): Breastfeeding, Accidental Cutting Injury/Blood loss, blood transfusions. This chapter contains no sex scenes or scenes of a sexual nature.

A continuation of previous Werewolf!Sy stories Moonlight on the Sand and Castle Under The Stars. This will be a series of stand alone stories/2 parters, which will revolve around the residents of the town, with some recurring characters.

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Blackwater Lake - Chapter 1

The late spring day brought pleasant scents and mouth watering flavours, Blackwater Lake’s town May day parade in full flow as you held two month old Luna in her carrier to your chest, turning to smile at your husband Sy as he balanced Mikey on his shoulders so your son could watch the floats whilst they slowly cruised past. You knew he would be most excited about the Fire Department bringing their trucks past. At the first whoop of the siren Mikey squealed with joy, the ice cream cone in his hand tipping slightly and setting a blob of blue bubblegum flavour gelato into Sy’s cheek;

“Hey, no wriggles! Its raining ice cream down here”

Pausing the consumption of your own cone you handed it to Sy as you reached into your bag and found a baby wipe, moving to wipe his cheek before stretching to wipe your son’s face. Finding a trash can to toss the wipe into, you smiled as you watched your two boys as they waved to the Fire Trucks, the crew making sure to honk their horns when they saw Sy.

Everyone in town loved Sy. You’d moved there together when you’d found out you were pregnant with Mikey, your army days behind you and wanting to seek somewhere quiet where you could live in the woods to allow for full moon runs whilst being close enough to civilisation to raise a family. The aging receptionist at the realtor had pulled you aside the second you’d arrived in their office when you’d visited the town, recognising one of her own as her nostrils had flared and she’d explained that there were ‘all sorts’ in the town. That was your first meeting with Edith, and you’d gone on to move in just up the mountain from her. Once Sy had finished in the Army and baby number two was on the way, he’d started working alongside retired detective Walter at his construction company where they specialised in commercial buildings. They were always on call for when businesses had emergencies, so had come to the aid of half the town after storms and accidents.

As the parade dragged on Luna woke, grumbling for a change and a feed. The two boys were transfixed with the parade and you’d lost your ice cream cone to Sy who was now mindlessly munching away on it. Tugging on his sleeve you caught his attention;

“Luna’s woken up, i’m gonna take her into Sue’s Coffee Shop to change her and give her a feed”

“Sure thing Darlin, we’ll come find you in a bit”

The coffee shop was quiet, its doors opened onto the sidewalk and as the radio played soft rock music, just one or two tables taken outside but the inside empty. Sue - the owner - smiled at you as you walked in;

“Hey Sue!”

“Hey there! What can I get'cha?”

“Can i get a decaf iced latte? I just need to change Luna if that’s ok?”

“Of course, no need to ask, the restroom is empty”

A couple of minutes later your little girl had a clean butt but was still grizzling, now hungry for your milk. Sue had set your drink onto a table in the corner, a soft window seat she knew you liked to sit at to feed. Settling in you pulled your cami top down and unhooked the strap of your nursing bra, helping Luna to latch on as she cried before a blissful quiet descended over you as she happily suckled on your breast. In the quiet of the coffee shop you reached for your drink and sipped on it, smiling down at your beautiful daughter as she gazed up at you;

“Hey there my little Luna, better now? Is that the good stuff? Yeah? Well that’s what your Daddy says it is…” you said with a whisper and a smirk.

“Hey”

The sudden greeting made you jump, looking up to see Walter standing near your table;

“Oh, Hi Walter”

“Sorry…” he glanced away, averting his eyes from where you were feeding; “I just asked if you wanted anything?”

“Oh no, i’m fine, i’ve got a coffee… but you’re welcome to join me if you like? Sy and Mikey will be along once the Parade’s over”

Nodding once the quiet man went to order before returning with what looked like a quad espresso but faltering when it came to taking a seat;

“Where did you want me to sit?”

“Oh anywhere you like” you shifted Luna as she had finished on one breast, hooking that side up before shifting and moving her to the other breast. You’d mastered the art of switching breasts without revealing anything, the baby's head blocking any view of a nipple, and you were a vehement supporter of breast feeding - in fact any feeding - and had been known to get into loud shouting matches with anyone that told you to cover up something that was completely natural.

“I mean, i don’t want Sy to think i’m here oggling his wife’s tits”

Laughing, you kicked out a soft chair with your foot;

“This is fairly low, take this one and here…” you moved the upright menu on the table in front of Luna’s head, knowing that she would now be shielded from view and with your breast, and saving Walter’s embarrassment.

Just as Walter sat down Sue brough over his sandwich, the scent of it hitting your nostrils and making your stomach audibly growl;

“Oh wow, what is that?”

“A steak wrap with chimichurri sauce” he lifted one half and offered it to you, but you shook your head.

“Thanks, but that’s just a little too rare for me… looks like a good veterinarian could bring it back to life”

Walter laughed as you called out to Sue, ordering one of the same.

“You want yours still mooing too?”

“Medium, please” you laughed as she nodded and walked away.

As she cooked your meal you turned back to Walter. You’d had a few conversations with him over the 11 months he and Sy had worked together, but knew very little about him apart from his reputation of being quiet and surly, generally sleep deprived and a little pale most of the time. He’d been medically retired from the Police Department after an accident where he’d lost a lot of blood and had never fully recovered.

As Luna happily fed and Walter devoured his sandwich you sipped on your drink, watching with curiosity as the man ate in silence, savouring each bloody bite. When he finally crumpled the napkin onto the plate and sat back he caught you watching him;

“What? Do i have something on my face?”

“No” you laughed softly; “Just watching how quickly you devoured that sandwich. Rachel not feeding you at home?”

Walter’s face dropped;

“She left”

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry Walter, i wouldn’t have said anything if i’d known”

“S’ok. She got fed up with the way i lived my life, but i can’t change who i am”

“True”

Just then Sy and Mikey came running into the coffee shop;

“Hi Darlin! Hi Sue! Hi Walt… be right back, Jnr has a bathroom emergency!”

The two Syverson boys disappeared into the restroom, and you could clearly hear Sy’s voice;

“Point! POINT IT AT THE TOILET! That’s it, stand on your tippy toes… there we go! Got here in time!”

You suppressed a laugh, Walter raising his eyebrows;

“Potty training?”

“Uh-huh… it's been a challenging few weeks to say the least, but Mikey wanted to give it a go”

The sound of the dryer could be heard as Sy and Mikey reappeared, Sy giving you double thumbs up from behind his son who ran to you;

“A perfect aim Darlin, no leaks. Think this deserves a cookie!”

As Mikey squealed with joy you groaned;

“Sy… not more sugar! He’ll be up all night. Mikey, honey, how about some fries?”

“And Eggies?” Mikey asked

“Sure thing honey, get Daddy to ask Sue”

As the afternoon wore on and the boys chatted, you listened as Sy and Walter discussed work stuff, Luna sleeping peacefully in your arms as you ate with Mikey. Finally glancing at your watch you motioned to Sy the time;

“Hun, i’ve gotta go collect our meat order from Walkers Meats”

“Oh yeah, sure. Here…” He opened his wallet and peeled off a bunch of $20’s as he turned to Walter; “She makes the best Steak Tartare… it's unbelievable”

“You make that?” Walter asked

Angling Luna into her carrier sling you adjusted the straps and nodded;

“Sure do! Hey, did you want to join us for dinner?”

“Yeah, join us!” Sy parroted; “And before you say anything, you wouldn’t be intruding”

With a weak smile Walter nodded;

“Sure, that’ll be nice. I gotta go to the lumber yard before though… pick out the stuff for next week's job”

You noticed that Mikey had finished his meal and was looking sleepy, holding your hand out to him he slid off the chair and stood next to you;

“How about I take the kids home, Sy you catch a ride with Walter?”

With everyone happy with the arrangements you made your way along main street to where Sy had parked his enormous truck, helping Mikey into his seat before unlatching Luna and settling her into her carrier. They were both fast asleep by the time you got to the drivers seat.

You managed to park directly outside the door to Walkers Meats, and Freya the weekend girl helpfully brought everything out to you when you called inside that the kids were asleep in the car and you didn’t want to leave them.

Dinner had been fun. The two kids were peacefully sleeping as the three adults chatted after the meal, before you finally stood to load the dishwasher and start hand washing the items that couldn’t go in there. Just as you were about to start you heard a cry from the kids, Sy standing;

“It’s Mikey, i’ll go”

As you started to handwash the various knives and delicate glasses, Walter stood at your side to dry items, the two of you talking casually before you let out a cry and pulled your hand from the soapy bowl of water. The dark crimson of your blood flowed from your finger, the knife you’d forgotten you’d put in the sink the cause;

“Fuck… hand me a towel…” you asked Walter, but were surprised when he sucked in a sharp intake of breath and turned, hunching over. Clutching your hand to your chest, you were surprised by his reaction, before he suddenly turned and you let out a shriek.

Sy appeared at the doorway in a panic before rushing to you, wrapping a napkin around your hand before he finally turned to look at Walter;

“What the fuck…”

Walter was pale, paler than usual, but that wasn’t what shocked the pair of you. No, it was the fact his eyes were pure white except for dark pools for his pupils, and as he opened his mouth to speak you saw his fangs;

“It’s… it’s the blood…” he gasped out; “It drives me…”

Sy wrapped his arm around your shoulders, but looked at his friend as he slumped onto the floor, shaking and sobbing;

“Think we need a chat Walt”

The three of you sat around the kitchen table, a hefty glass of scotch in front of each of you as Walter spoke;

“So umm yeah… this is why i left the Department. Went into a supposedly abandoned building, but it wasn’t empty. Two what we thought were junkies in there, looked like they were frail and would snap in a keen wind, but they had this strength and speed… They overpowered me, latched onto my neck. Drained my blood, and when the last drop was about to pass their lips one of my officers finally found me and shot them. They bled into me. The EMT’s took me to New Mercy and gave me a massive blood transfusion, and treated me for severe anemia… well guess what, the fangs and fucked up eyes were a surprise a few weeks after i was discharged”

You sat wide eyed and mouth agape, not touching your drink;

“I have so many questions...”

“Okay”

“Garlic. Crosses. Being invited in. Sunlight…”

Walter chuckled;

“Most a load of complete bollocks. Garlic? Well you put some in your steak tartare didn’t you? In fact it helps with the anemia. Crosses? No issue. Being invited in, again that’s just rubbish. Sunlight however… why do you think i’m so pale, huh? Have to wear factor 50 all the damn time otherwise i end up looking like a Maine Lobster at a cookout”

Both you and Sy were transfixed, Walter chatting away but his eyes hadn’t returned to normal and his fangs occasionally caught on his lip as he spoke.

“What ‘bout blood then?” Sy asked

Walter cleared his throat;

“Well, i’ve been making do with cows blood since Rachel left”

“You used to suck her blood?” you asked in a high pitched voice

Again Walter cleared his throat, this time just the faintest hint of a blush crept over his cheeks above his beard;

“Err yeah, about once a month… but she had enough in the end and left”

“I got another question” Sy interjected; “Why are your fangs still out?”

Although he answered Sy, Walter looked directly at you;

“Because she’s bleeding”

You looked down at your hand, puzzled as the wound had now sealed, before it hit you;

“Oh… I should go and sort that out”

Sy caught up quickly, glancing at the back of your dress;

“You’re fine Darlin, Walt caught it in time”

When you returned to the kitchen the two men had knocked back their drinks, Sy pouring another hefty glass for the pair of them. Pouring your drink into Sy’s you smiled at him;

“Luna won’t appreciate it”

Making yourself a herb tea you sat down next to Sy, leaning on his shoulder as you sipped your tea. Walter cleared this throat;

“You two have taken this a lot better than i envisioned anyone would… better than Rachel did…”

You looked up at Sy and smiled, his own grin crossing over his face before he nodded and you both turned to Walter as Sy spoke;

“Oh… we have a bit of understanding of this kinda thing”

With the full moon starting tomorrow night you knew that you could both force your eyes to turn orange, the bright ring of fire in your irises flaming like a pyre, shocking Walter so much he slipped back on his chair and fell to the floor. Greeted by both of you giggling, he pulled himself back up using the table as he righted his chair, knocking back the rest of his glass;

“What… the… FUCK?”

#blackwater lake #henry cavill #captain syverson #walter marshall #werewolf!sy #Vampire!Walter

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sunaswife · 3 years

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Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.

🔪: Y’all my heart 🥺 ngl I kinda cried as I wrote this

Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload

Previously Up Next Masterlist

Chapter Twelve

“Hi hi are you our grandma?” Rini said with wide eyes, you, Rin and Kauru were outside grabbing the last of the groceries and talking. It was like his mother was frozen in time, they looked exactly like her son when he was a kid, when she was still learning how to raise a tiny human.

She finally realized she was a grandmother because the looks were uncanny. “Yes I’m your grandma.” She replied and she kids ran and hugged her legs. “It’s nice to meet you, we’ve never had a grandma before but we promise to be good grandkids for you.” Rini said and Akira nodded. “What do you mean you never had a grandma before?” She asked the twins, they didn’t see the glint in her eyes. She needs all the information she can get to show her son that she’s not a good mother and he can fight for custody.

“Momma doesn’t talk to her parents. They’re mean and think she’s a dispointment.” Akira chimed in. Obviously the kid met disappointment which made sense. If Rin was a girl she’d probably do the same thing.

“Hey guys guess what grandma got!” Rin walked in, his hands full of groceries. He placed them down and pulled out the pack of the frozen Chuupets. The kids eyes widened and they ran to their dad to hand them a chuupet. “You are only getting one because you haven’t eaten dinner yet.” He said and the kids nodded. After he handed them the chuupet, they ran off. “How’s everything mom.” He looks down to see the shorter woman. “Could be better without your dog and your ex.” She answered and Suna frowned.

“At least try to get along with her? Please. She’s the mother of your grandkids and hopefully we can be together again.” He said hopefully and her eyes widened. “You wanna get back together with her.” She said almost disgusted and Rin sighed. “Yeah mom.” He replied. “You’re gonna regret it.” She hummed and Rin rolled his eyes.

“Excuse me..um...Mrs.Suna..?” You peered from behind the wall you somewhat heard their conversation but that’s a talk for another time, “What.” She raised a brow and Rin facepalmed. “When was the last time you checked the oil of your car? And your brakes?” You asked. “I don’t know. Usually we take it to a mechanic, but we’ve been busy raising someone else’s dog.” She said and eyed her son. “Mechanic? Rin nor Kauru don’t know how to do that?” You asked. “I have a sports car, no way in hell I’m fucking it up.” Rin replied.

“Is it okay for me to change the oil and the brakes? I would hate for you to get into an accident.” You asked. “Accident? You’d probably tinker with my car so I’d crash the next time I use it.” She crossed her arms over her chest. You were beyond confused, “Mom, stop.” Rin scolded and she rolled her eyes.

You left the car as is but made a mental note to ask Kauru for permission to add more oil and fix her brakes.

Other than that conversation you haven’t spoken to her the rest of the day. What bothered you was that she didn’t try to get close to the kids. You sat on the small picnic table in the backyard while Rin was throwing a chew toy across the backyard while his dog, Chewy chased it eagarly. When Rin came to the back yard he whistled causing the dog to turn its head, it stayed frozen as if not believing his owner was truly there. But eventually Rin called him and his ears perked up and he began running and whining at the same time. He tackled Rin and he fell back. Chewy licked his face and Rin was giggling with a big stupid smile on his face, you smiled lightly at the scene and Akira tugged onto your leggings to tell you that Rin was crying.

Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion and turned again to see Rin and then you saw it. The way he held on to his dog and a small tear streamed down. “Who’s a good boy? Are you a good boy?” He talked and Chewy’s tail wagged. “Alright bud, sit.” He commanded and he sat obediently. You could hear a tapping noise but it was because Chewy was so excited to see his owner. “Chewy meet your brother and sister.” Rin introduced and you started laughing. “What do you mean he’s our brother? He’s a dog.” Rini pointed out, “Same difference.” Rin shrugged and you covered your mouth to stop yourself from snorting.

“Okay get close and tell him to shake. Then shake his hand.” He instructed, Rini was first and gasped when Chewy obeyed. Earlier they got around to playing but they didn’t know their dads dog—I mean brother was trained. Akira did the same thing and she giggled. “Alrighty, Chewy. Meet your new mom.” He introduced you and you stepped back. “Nope, not my son.” You waved off, “Are you really gonna leave him motherless.” Rin pressed, “Yeah mama, he’s our brother you can’t be like that.” Akira whined.

“I just never really liked dogs.” You admitted, “Me neither but he’s my best friend.” Rin said softly. You looked down at the brown dog with curly hair. His tail wagged as his tongue sticker out so adorably. Now you understood why Rin named him Chewy, he looks like Chewbacca. “Nice to meet you, Chewy.” You reached your hand out to pet his head but he jump and rested his paws on your stomach, causing you to lose you balance and fall back. Before you could fall and die from embarrassment, No one other than Rin was there to catch you. “I’m sorry he doesn’t really do that. He’s just too excited.” He said from behind and helped you up. “No it’s fine.” You said and you both stayed quiet.

“So are you gonna continue holding on to my waist or..?”

“Fuck..sorry.” He apologized with flushed cheeks and let go. The kids began scolding their dad’s potty mouth and you hated that feeling in your stomach from when he pulled away.

Rin’s mom looked from the kitchen window and gritted her teeth while scrubbing the pan a little too hard. “Good job, Chewy.” Rini and Akira quietly praised and continued to play with their new brother.

****

“Finally we can talk.” Rin’s mom said and sat at the head of the table, you and Rin both gulped and Kauru sighed. He just wanted to nap. “Okay I can tell without a doubt that those children are Rintarou’s. And it’s nice that they don’t look like you.” Rin’s mom spoke up and you gasped. “If you’re here just to fight then don’t even open your mouth.” Kauru told his wife and she gave a glare. “Okay first of all. Why didn’t you tell my son you were pregnant.” She crossed her arms over your chest and you cuddled with your fingers. “Well Mrs.Suna...like I said over the phone. We had just broken up and I was hurt and afraid. I wasn’t sure if he would support me in keeping them—“ “Well how could you know if you didn’t speak up?” She interrupted but you ignored the jabs she threw. “I also wanted him to continue on with his career, stress free. I guess at the time I still loved him a lot that I didn’t want him to suffer with me. Or else I could have easily filed for child support.” You said and Rin frowned slightly.

“That’s not a good excuse. Rintarou has missed out on so much because you were selfish. You just wanted Rin to go pro for the money.” She accused with a pointed finger. “Mom—stop!” Rin immediately said and Kauru raised his finger to stop his son. “Karin do you know that for sure?” He asked his wife. “Yeah. All she does is party and drink. I think the kids are unsafe under her care. All of her money is wasted on her fake breasts.”

“Ma’am I can assure you that these are real. Ask your son.” You waved off and she gasped before she could open her mouth to utter more stupid shit you said. “With all due respect Mrs. Suna, you don’t know me. You don’t know how I raise my children, you don’t know what I do for a living and you don’t know what I’ve been through. Please before judging me, see how I treat my kids and how I treat your son. I have been nothing but respectful and the least you could do is treat me like a proper guest.” You argued back but she just ignored you and went through her iPad.

Why does she have an iPad? She flips the device over so you and the two Suna men could see and Rin almost spit out his drink. Karin told Kauru to look away and your mouth hung open as she swiped photo after photo of you in revealing lingerie. In some photos you’re wearing a gag and in others you’re chained up but it’s all modeling for Jamie and her line. You looked at your stomach and thighs and you could see those stretch marks.

Even though the world has seen these pictures, you can’t help but feel nervous when Rintarou is looking at them. You weren’t the same athletic girl from highschool, you gained weight, developed stretch marks, and you hate working out. You know you’re beautiful, that’s why you asked Jamie to not edit the photos of you she posted on the web. Your stretch marks and tummy were there for the world to see. But their comments or praise didn’t matter. The only person’s opinion that matters is Rintarou’s. Which is ridiculous to say but, some part of you still wants his approval and to be with him.

“Is this a good example to show your daughter? You want her modeling and showing off her body like a filthy wh—“ “Enough!” Rin smacked the table and stood up. You flinched as well as she did and you began to cry. “You make it seem like I should be ashamed of myself...”

“You should be.”

“Have you told them why we broke up?” You turned to Rin and he saw the tears streaming down. He wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms and say that it’s okay. “No..” he shook his head and you sighed. “You won’t understand unless your son tells you what he did. Everything I did for myself and my children was for a reason. Now if you’d excuse me, I need to go, it’s time for their history lesson.” You wiped your eyes and left the table. Quickly you grabbed your bag with all their supplies and you met them outside. “Come on, time for school!” You called with a fake smile and red eyes. The kids understood to not argue and to just obey.

You sat on the picnic table with your two kids across from you and Chewy was laying on the bench right next to you, with his head on your thighs. “Mama...” Rini interrupted your thoughts, “Yes baby?” You asked and looked up from their lesson plan, “I love you, and you’re the best mom in the world.” He said with a small smile. “I love you more than Rini and you’re the bestest momma in the universe!” Akira chimes in and you chuckled. “I love you guys to infinity and beyond, forever and ever! It’s called unconditional love.” You said and their eyes widened. “Unconditional love...” akira hummed and you nodded.

“Hi Kuroo-san is everything okay?” You asked as you made your way to the patio outside. It was already time for the kids bedtime. “Y/N I’m sorry for informing you last minute but one of the commentators for tomorrow’s game is in the hospital so we were wondering if you could fill in.” He spoke calmly. “I—oh gosh I’m all the way in Hyogo..when does the game start?” You asked.

After going back in forth for tomorrow’s game you hung up after respectfully telling him you weren’t interested in going out on a date. You rubbed your face and looked at the time. The trains have already closed for the day, so you’d have to take your car.

“You good?” Rin asked as soon as you walked back inside. “I need to go in to work tomorrow. Another commentator is in the hospital. Nobody else can fill in.” You said and his eyes widened since it’s a very long drive. “Oh how fantastic, leaving your young children overnight to go work—“

“I’m taking them.” You interrupted the witch and her eyes widened. “What do you mean you’re taking them.” She asked. “They’re my children and I don’t want to leave them with you. I’d rather take them and ask Jamie to watch over them and I’ll come back the day after tomorrow.”

“Y/N...” Suna snapped you out of your rambling and you turned your head to see him. “I’m here now, remember? You don’t have to do this alone anymore. I can take care of them and watch them. I’ve done it before.” He assured. “I’m sorry but I really don’t want them near your mom.” You explained your reasoning. “Tomorrow we’ll be at Kita’s farm all day. They’ll be fine.” He said and patted your head. Without even realizing, you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around Suna’s torso, his face flushed and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. “Thank you. It means a lot.” You mumbled in his chest.

“It’s my job, partner.” He chuckled and you pulled away. “Fist bump?” He asked and presented his closer fist, you giggled and nodded. “Fist bump.” You did the same and your knuckles met. Rin’s mother scoffed and rolled her eyes, walking away to her room.

You took a deep breath as you crossed lanes on the freeway going back home. You wanted nothing more than to stay with your kids or take them with you, but you can’t control everything yourself anymore. You gonna trust Rin.

You made it home by five am since the drive was eight hours but you made it in seven by speeding and automatically fell asleep in Rin’s bed. You decided to take the pull out bed in your office when Rin moved in and he slept in your old master bedroom. But you were too tired to pull it out so you slept in your old bed. You couldn’t help but notice how the pillows smelled like Rin.

His scent definitely changed, he doesn’t use the old spice fragrance from highschool. He now uses something more expensive and more subtle yet manly at the same time. You definitely needed to know what the scent was so you could buy more for him on a birthday or something.

You woke up at around 13:30 to get ready and leave by 15:00. You showered, did your hair and wore the white button up with the green dress pants and a green blazer on top. You slipped on some hot pink heels and some subtle jewelry and made your way. You called your kids and they said they were having a blast, they really missed you and wished you and their grandma were there and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

While Rin’s mom stayed home, her husband worked and Rin took the kids out, she began thinking about the day before.

“You won’t understand unless your son tells you what he did. Everything I did for myself and my children was for a reason.”

Rin’s mom was obviously confused and still annoyed at you. But then Rin sat her down after breakfast, the kids were outside and Kauru was already gone. He explained what he did with his friends and Karin couldn’t help but feel disgusted. If she would have been more involved in his teenage life then she could have prevented this. Prevented minors drinking, prevented her son getting sexually involved with you, and preventing an innocent girl getting hurt.

In reality you should have thrown a full can of coffee at Rin instead of an empty one. You should have cursed him and made him pay child support. That’s what she would do straight up. But you’re not her, and you explained why you did what you did. And she began to understand. “You have a lot of work to do in order to get back in her good grace.” She told her son. “I know I know..” he said softly. “That’s why we’re starting as friends. And eventually I wanna be with her romanticly and marry her. I want to be the man she can rely on and trust again.” He said and her mom smiled.

“I understand, I’ll make sure to apologize when she returns. And I’m rooting for you.” She said and Rin smiled. “Thanks mom.” She stood up and grabbed her bag, “I’m not in the mood to cook. How do burgers sound?” She asked Rin and he nodded. “There’s a place down the street that’s pretty good. I’ll be back in a few.”

Rin’s mother wanted to repent for her actions and she tried thinking of a proper way to apologize. She went into the restaurant to order and everywhere she saw, it explained that the food was made with peanut oil. But that’s what gave it the flavor. That’s why it’s so delicious. She happily payed for the food completely oblivious that her grandson was severely allergic to peanuts.

She arrived home and rounded up the kids. She gave them a kiss on the head and smiled as they showed her their drawings that she could keep. Rin’s mom passed around the burgers so Rin couldn’t see the bag that promoted the peanut oil being a main ingredient and the kids munched.

When Rini took the bite his eyes widened at the deliciousness. Bite after bite and his throat began to feel weird, as well as his stomach. He took a sip of the lemonade and he couldn’t swallow it properly. He began to cough and Rin patted his back confused and he face turned red.

“Rini are you choking?!” Akira asked scared and Rini shook her head. “My stomach hurts—“ he coughed and Rin’s eyes widened. “Oh shit.” He quickly ran upstairs to his old bedroom and looked through the bag with Rini’s inhaler and other vitamins. He saw the epipen and ran back out quickly unscrewing it. Rini’s face was turning purple and he continued to cough. Akira was crying and Karin didn’t know what to do. Rin fell to his knees and slammed the pen on his sons thigh. “Are you okay bud. Stay with me please.” Tears prickled his eyes. He seriously fucked up.

Rini’s chest heaved up in down as he tried to catch his breath. Rintarou instructed his mom to call 119 and an ambulance soon came and took Rini away with Rin in the ambulance. Akira was stuck with her grandma driving to the hospital.

Karin was so confused at the situation. And she was worried for her grandson. She tried her best calming the little girl who held the green pig plush and the fox plush in her arms. “Is Rini gonna die?” Akira pouted with watery eyes. “Of course not. Everything is gonna be alright.” She assured.

While all this was going down, you were talking and laughing as you talked about Sendai frogs and their intimating demeanor. You felt a weird feeling in your chest and felt like something was wrong. Your purse and phone was stuck in the lounge locker so you didn’t see the 20+ phone calls and messages you received from Rin.

He was afraid and didn’t know what to do. He really wished you were here by his side. He couldn’t do this alone and realized this is what it’s like being a single parent.

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hobeymakar · 4 years

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Whatever Will I Be | J. Skinner

Words: 2,627

A/N: In this, COVID-19 is going on and the playoffs are currently happening in its new schedule and format

Warnings: swearing, alcohol use, mentions of sex

You wake up to the sound of footsteps bursting through the door and running to your bed, pulling on your legs.

“Mommy! Daddy! Wake up!” you hear your twin sons exclaim, as they continue to pull on your legs.

“Boys! Stop it!” Jeff groans, sitting up.

He lifts Jesse up onto the bed and Jesse takes that as an excuse to crawl over to you.

“Mommy wake up!” he whines, yanking on your arm.

“Jesse! Be gentle with Mommy!” Jeff warns, shooting him a look.

Jeremy waddles his way over to Jeff’s side and gets lifted onto the bed, as well.

“Morning, boys,” you finally say, not wanting to be attacked some more by your sons.

“Auntie Jillian is here!” they announce.

“That’s great. How about Daddy makes breakfast!” you suggest, knowing how much the boys love when Jeff makes breakfast.

“Daddycakes! Daddycakes!” the boys chant, referring to Jeff’s pancakes.

“Alright boys, Daddycakes it is,” he smiles, getting up from bed.

He puts on an old Kitchener Rangers shirt before leaving the room. He obviously checks the boys pull-ups first, making sure they didn’t pee in them overnight. That’s one of the many times you’re both thankful that the boys are potty trained and only use the pull-ups at night. They then head downstairs where they’re met with Jillian who is standing in the kitchen, typing away on her phone.

“Good morning, Jeff,” she smiles, hugging her older brother.

“Jill, what brings you here so early?” he asks, as he places the twins in their high chairs.

“I figured I could help you guys out early. I know today is a big day and I figured I could help you deal with my favorite little nephews,” she explains.

“Yeah well with these little guys, we’re gonna need all the help we can get,” he replies, getting the ingredients out of the pancakes.

“Where’s Y/N?” she asks.

You start waddling your way downstairs right after she asks.

“Speaking of the devil,” he chuckles, as you slowly make your way to the kitchen.

“Y/N!” Jillian smiles, hugging you.

“Hi, my love! It’s so good to see you!” you smile back.

“How’s my little niece or nephew doing?” she asks, placing her hands on your bump.

“He or she is alright. This pregnancy has been easier than the twins. God, that pregnancy was so exhausting, but with this little one it’s been pretty smooth,” you explain, thinking about the hell the wins put you through.

“Mommy, juice!” Jesse chants, smacking his hands against the table.

“Jesse, what do we say?” you ask, giving him a stern look.

“Pwease!” he replies, shoving a finger in his mouth.

You, Jillian, and Jeff laugh before you get both Jesse and Jeremy a juice box, since you know that Jeremy would ask for one after seeing his brother drinking one.

“So I talked to Mom and Dad and the girls and they said they should be here within the next few hours to set everything up for the party. What time is your family coming, Y/N?” she asks.

“I don’t know. They said they would get here by 2:30,” you inform her.

“Awesome because we were planning to start this thing around that time. Everyone can eat and have a good time and then at like 6 we can do the actual reveal,” she suggests.

“That sounds like a great idea, Jill!” you smile, loving the plan.

“Thank you, my love. I always have the best ideas,” she teases.

Normally, you would’ve had a bigger celebration with Jeff’s teammates and all the WAGs, as well as all your friends and extended family. The celebration would’ve also taken place in Buffalo, as Jeff would be in training camp at the moment. However, COVID-19 brought a change to all their plans, so their celebration will be in their backyard and is limited to only you and Jeff’s immediate family.

Jeff finishes making the pancakes and serves everyone. He also pours coffee for himself, you, and Jillian. You all sit and watch as the twins eat and babble, while making a mess all over themselves and their high chairs.

“Are you guys sure you’re ready for another kid?” Jillian asks, looking at how chaotic the twins are.

“If I can handle these two little terrors, I think I can handle a third child on top. Although I will take advantage of this extra time Jeff has had to help,” you explain.

“I never knew how hard it was to get these two into bed every night, until I started doing it mostly by myself while I let Y/N rest,” he confesses.

“Now you know why I would always be so tired every time you would come home after a game,” you reply.

“Best wife ever,” he smiles, kissing your forehead.

“I love our children, even though they’re so damn hyper,” you admit.

The boys start babbling about something and you both pretend like you understand exactly what they’re saying. After a while, they finish eating and you clean them up, as Jeff picks up all the dishes and puts them all in the dishwasher.

“Babe, can you give the boys a bath, please? They have syrup all over their hair and themselves,” you note, taking in how filthy the boys managed to get themselves.

“Sure babe. Come on boys, you’re both stinky! Ew!” he teases, putting his shirt over his nose.

That gets a rise out of the twins as they start to laugh uncontrollably at their father’s antics. He picks them both up and carries them upstairs.

“Is my brother ready for another kid?” Jillian, as soon as he’s upstairs.

“I know it’ll be tough once the new season starts, but he loves being a dad and I know he’ll be able to handle it,” you reply, knowing how great he is with the twins.

“Yeah, he’s pretty great with them and he’ll be even better with a daughter. Right now, you’re outnumbered by the boys in your house,” she teases.

“I mean, I would love having another boy, but having a girl would be really great, too! It would be great to not be so outnumbered too,” you tease, referring to the amount of testosterone in your house.

Jillian goes outside to start setting up for the party, while you start preparing what to make for the party. After a bit, Jeff’s other sisters show up, as well as his parents and they help set up. Jeff’s mom and two of his sisters take over in the kitchen, so that you can go get ready. You head back upstairs and take a nice warm, relaxing bath, as everyone else is busy preparing for the party.

After a while, you get out of the bath and head to your room to get dressed. You’re in your closet getting ready for the party, while your in-laws are setting up everything in the backyard. The weather has been nice in Markham recently and you’re hoping that will continue for the few days left of summer. You, Jeff, and the twins have been at your offseason home in Markham ever since the league allowed for players to travel back to their home countries.

You and Jeff had decided right away that it was best for your little family to head back to Markham instead of riding out the pandemic in Buffalo. You’re both glad you did because it’s been a long offseason, with the Sabres not making the qualifying round.

You're currently 20 weeks pregnant with your second child, after getting pregnant right after quarantine started. You thought people were lying about a quarantine baby boom, but you definitely contributed to that. You finish getting dressed with your hair and makeup done as well. You have a blue and gold dress on, which are obviously Sabres colors, while Jeff is dressed in his jersey and the twins are also dressed in their mini Skinner jerseys. You leave the room and make your way downstairs and as soon as you head outside, you hear the shouts of “Mommy!”

The twins come barreling towards you and hug your legs.

“You look so pretty, Mommy!” they exclaim.

“Thank you so much, my babies!” you smile, ruffling their curls.

Jeff then makes his way towards you and you swear you hear the air being punched out of lungs.

“Wow, babe! You look amazing,” he smiles, kissing you.

“It’s amazing how nice I clean up when I’m given some alone time away from our little terrors,” you tease, referring to your active 2 year old sons who think it’s fun to drive you both crazy.

“Well good thing my family’s all here to help, except for Ben,” he adds, referring to his only brother Ben.

Ben is currently gearing up for another season playing hockey in Germany and unfortunately couldn’t be here but he’s apparently gonna be sent the video from one of Jeff’s sisters. You greet all of Jeff’s sisters and his parents, before greeting your family as well. Everyone is talking about the bets they placed on the gender and the decorations are set up perfectly. All the treats are baby-themed and everything looks amazing for something being planned during a global pandemic. Andrea pours you a mommy-gria aka a non-alcoholic sangria and you watch the kids interact with Jeff’s family, as well as your family. Music is playing and everyone is dancing and having a good time, completely forgetting about the chao going on in the world for the moment.

The food is being served outside and everyone is eating while also trying to keep a bit of a distance from everyone, as you’re still in a global pandemic. Your family is interacting with the Skinner family nicely and times like these makes you really miss family. In the beginning of the pandemic, the lockdown made it so that you couldn’t see you and Jeff’s family, but now with the restrictions easing, you’ve been cherishing the time being spent with them.

After a while, everyone finishes eating and you head over to the driveway where the net is set up and Jeff grabs his stick in his hand. Everyone follows suit and crowds around in the driveway to get a good view of the surprise. Jennifer hands him the special puck and they all get ready to film the gender reveal.

“Are you all ready?” Jeff asks, stickhandling the puck a little.

“Yes!” they all shout in unison.

“Alright, 1-2-3!” he shouts, before shooting the puck into the empty net.

Pink smoke comes out of the puck and everyone starts shouting. Jeff hugs and kisses you as tears of joy start to roll down your cheeks.

“I love you so much, baby!” he smiles, kissing you.

“You’re gonna be the best girl dad ever!” you assure him, knowing how great he is with the twins.

Those who bet boy pay up their debts and hand all the money in a box to Jillian, who returns it to your room for safe keeping. The music turns back on and people start dancing again, while Jennifer and Andrea go back inside to grab stuff to cut the cake. After that, everyone takes turns taking pictures with you, Jeff, and the kids in front of the cake that reads “whatever will i be?” After all the pictures are taken, Jennifer and Andrea start cutting the cake, while Erica and Jillian pass the pieces of cake out to everyone. After a while, everyone has a slice and you sit down on your favorite chair while you eat your cake. Jeff is sat right beside you as the twins are on their high-chairs making a mess from eating the cake.

“Are you boys excited to have a little sister?” Jeff asks.

“Sister! Sister! Sister!” they chant over and over again, smashing the cake with their hands.

“I guess that’s a yes,” he chuckles, kissing your cheek.

You start thinking of names for your baby girl as you eat, not noticing yourself starting to zone out.

“Hello earth to Y/N!” Jeff calls out, waving his hand in front of your face.

You snap out of it and blink a few times before turning to face him. “Sorry, babe.”

“What are you thinking so hard about?” he asks.

“Just names for our baby girl,” you reply.

“Already? What names are you thinking of?” he asks.

“I like Scarlett for her first name and Jessica for her middle name,” you inform him.

“Scarlett Jessica Skinner? I like that,” he smiles, nodding his head.

“So Scarlett Jessica it is then?” you ask to make sure.

“Yes babe, Scarlett Jessica it is,” he confirms, nodding his head.

Your daughter starts moving around in your womb, clearly agreeing with the choice for her name.

“She’s moving so I guess she likes her name,” you giggle, loving the feeling of her movements.

After a while, everyone is done eating, and Jeff’s sisters help clean everything up. After a while, some of your family start leaving, bidding you, Jeff, and the kids farewell. More and more people follow suit until it’s just Jeff’s family left. They help clean up everything and bring everything inside to the house. They packaway the leftovers to take over to their houses, since you tell them that you don’t want any of it.

After everything is cleaned up, Jillian informs you and Jeff that she’ll be taking the twins home with her to watch them so that you and Jeff can have a night alone together. You both happily agree to it and Jeff goes upstairs to pack everything for the kids, while you make yourself comfortable on the couch. After what feels like forever, but it’s really 20 minutes, Jeff returns with two bags packed for the twins.

“Babe, it’s one night! They don’t need all that stuff!” you sigh, knowing that he for sure overpacked.

“I just want them to have everything they need,” he defends himself, handing Jillian the bags.

“Are you boys ready to have a sleepover with Auntie Jillian?” Jillian asks.

“Yes! Sleepover!” they chant in excitement, since they know they’ll be able to get away with everything with their Aunt.

“Alright, let’s go kiddos!” she shouts, grabbing their hands.

She bids everyone farewell and leaves the house with the kids in tow. The rest of Jeff;s family follow suit and before you know it, the house is left to just you two.

“Do you hear that babe?” you ask.

“The sweet sound of silence. God, I can’t wait to sleep in tomorrow!” he cries out in joy.

“I love the boys, but I’m sure gonna enjoy this night without them,” you add.

“I’m gonna go shower,” he informs you.

“Alright, I’ll be getting ready for bed,” you inform him.

You both go upstairs and into the bathroom. You take off your makeup and tie up your hair, while Jeff takes a shower. You then go to your room and get dressed for bed, wearing only underwear, since you won’t have to deal with children trying to get into your bed in the morning.

You then climb onto the bed and wait for him, turning on the TV and getting comfortable. After a while, he comes out of the room wearing a t-shirt and shorts. He takes in the sight of you in your underwear and he goes straight onto the bed, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV.

“Hey, I was watching that!” you protest, pretending to be mad.

“No, I know exactly what you were doing!” he responds back.

He’s right, you were trying to take advantage of the lonely night and he luckily, took the bait. Jillian is officially your favorite sister-in-law now.

#jeff skinner #buffalo sabres #hockey #nhl imagines #nhl players #jeff skinner imagine #hockey imagine #nhl writing

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evengayerpanic · 4 years

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Sophie and the Troll [1 of ?]

I’m just going to warn everyone that this story is going to get very dark in some places. In many ways it is very much a light and airy story of a little girl on an adventure, but in other ways, while dealing with everyone else... It has a lot of feelings of grief, angst, and hurt. I apologize in advance for these moments.

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Losing a child is a horrific thing to go through. It can devastate Mothers, shock and silence families, and even cause a divorce or two. Especially when you have no idea what has happened to that child... The what if’s surrounding their disappearance are ruining.

Five years go by without a single hint on where tiny Sophie Jones has disappeared to. She vanishes into thin air, in a sense, and despite their best efforts, not a single person in either realm can find her.

Zelena is baffled, she’s felt an earthly connection to her granddaughter since the moment she was born, and so the woman was certain that she could help.

Not even Zelena, Regina and Emma working together can find a wisp of where the young child has been.

Hook is furious, he’s spent most of his daughter’s life trying to save her from her evil mother, only to lose his granddaughter to the same wench of a woman.

All of his earthly travels only tell him that.

Gothel has Sophie, and not even all of the good men he’s hired to look into it can find hair or trace of them.

Henry is determined, he is King now, and with all the responsibilities of being King, he knows his first and foremost dedication is to his family, all branches of it.

He has his knights scour the fairytale realm, doing what the alternate version of his once-Stepfather has done for the Hyperion Heights realm. They look high and low, Henry leading the search, and still come up with nothing to find and no further than Hook has.

Emma is disgusted, she hasn’t known Robin long, at least, not this version of her. She acknowledges that this Robin is not the baby that she helped save, and that Alice is not the daughter of HER Hook, but still, she feels for them. But still she knows what it’s like, from the opposite side, being a child that was taken.

So she helps Zelena and Regina try to locate baby Sophie. She searches her own home realm of Storybrooke, she enlists her Father, Mother and anyone else she can. Emma tries to help, and is disgusted when she can’t find Sophie.

Robin is devastated, years of watching her wife with amusement as she went through her routines of door checking and mirror destroying... To think that something that seemed kind of unnecessary to her, could have been the thing that saved her child from going missing. It digs straight into her heart.

They keep Sophie’s room just the same, certain that they are going to find her, find her and bring her home. A year goes by, then two... Sophie’s bed grows musty, her furniture thick with dust, Robin is ready to admit that she’s gone for good, especially as her whole family come back with nothing new to report.

She’s ready to admit it, except she can’t...

She can’t because of Alice, because of her beloved.

If Robin is devastated, then Alice has completely broken... shattered into pieces that the blonde isn’t sure if she can put back together, not without Sophie.

Robin watches as Alice falls more and more into despair, and everyone is so concerned about finding Sophie that they all fail to see how the happy, if yet slightly quirky, woman has turned dark and brooding.

Her ‘quirks’ are not about locking doors and windows anymore, or taking weekly trips to a troll statue with marmalade sandwiches and a story of magic.

Alice now obsessively checks missing person databases, news channels, online obituaries, anything that might tell her what has happened to her child.

She goes to the Hyperion Heights police station almost daily, begging for help, begging for news, and Robin is sure that if Alice’s own Father wasn’t a part of that police station, then the blonde would find herself behind bars for the hysterics she goes into.

Crazy Tilly, absolutely mad... It’s like she reverts back to what she was like before the curse broken.

Robin has no choice but to watch as Alice self-destructs, not sure how to help her, other than to keep looking. And so Robin pours herself into it.

Five years goes by without a single hint, their family suspended by a thread, dangling over completely broken and still has a slight chance at coming back.

And then a discovery cuts the thread.

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In spite of being held captive away from her parents, Sophie Jones manages to grow up into a bright, resilient and for the most part happy young child.

Gothel is not around much, something that the seven year old is thankful for. The woman may insist on Sophie acknowledging her as her Grandmother, but the young girl only sees her as an evil, ugly, old witch.

At first it takes some adjustment, being alone, Sophie is only two when she is abandoned in the same tower that her Mother called home for years...

Independence does not work for a toddler that hardly knows how to feed themselves, much less how to take care of the rest of her important daily needs.

She learns quick though.

Gothel leaves her bread, and fruit, and vegetables, and so toddler Sophie is able to feed herself those things. She knows how to dress and undress herself as well. In a divine moment from the powers that be, Sophie was potty-trained early, and so her hygiene needs consists of washbasins and cloth.

She becomes independent, her ‘grandmothers’ visits coming few and far between, especially as Sophie grows and discovers all of the things that she never knew she could do all on her own.

Sophie remembers helping her Mama hang their clothes out on a line in their garden, and so the growing child is able to slowly figure out how to wash not just her, but her clothes as well.

She looks at books where Goldilocks eats porridge off of a stove, and so, after a few failed attempts (ones in which she got burned) she learns how to make things, very basic things, out of the food that Gothel brings.

Over five years, Sophie, who is proven to be a very bright child learns how to; make up her own games to pass the time, keep her tower nice and clean, tell herself stories from the pictures in the books Gothel reluctantly gifts her, and recount all of the things she remembers from before she was taken.

Getting chased around the living room by Uncle Henry, before getting caught and tickled by him.

Sitting on Mommy’s shoulders and walking down the streets of Hyperion Heights, saying hello to everyone.

Getting tucked in by Mama, and lots of kisses.

Over five years, Sophie, who is proven to be a very bright child... comes up with a plan to escape.

It starts with an easy step, don’t let herself forget.

And so she tries not too.

Little things fade from her memory, like what her Mama’s face looks like, or what her Mommy’s voice sounds like... but she doesn’t forget the big things like how they made her feel, or how much they loved her.

It’s actually her Mama that helps her escape, or at least, in a way it’s thanks to her that she’s able to.

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Sophie has studied the window of the tower over and over again, dropping little things over the edge to see how far they fall, how hard they land, how much they break. She knows it’s her way out, but she knows if she jumps, she won’t make it the ground in one piece.

She tries to make ropes, tying sheets together, but they all unravel before she can put them to the test.

She tries to call for help, screaming as loud as she can out the window, but she’s too high up to be heard.

It’s a bright, sunny spring morning when she’s seven years old (she thinks) that the idea hits her. It’s not even a thinking day, when she brainstorms ways to get out, nor is it a learning day, where she tries to figure out what else she can do.

It’s a remembering day, a sad day, where she thinks about her Mama and Mommy and wishes with all her might that she could just go home to them.

She’s curled up into a ball, whispering to herself. “Orange sandwiches, and the troll statue. Mama said the troll would help her. She always hugged it goodbye and so did I.” Everything Sophie remembers from their Thursday picnics. “Mama said that the troll saved her... I wish he would save me too.”

THUUUUUUD!

The sound has her jumping from where she’s curled up, a crashing follows the loud thud, the sound of broken trees and there’s knocking on her tower wall.

The tower shakes, the remains of her mother’s belongings, books and toys and clothes, knocking over and crashing to the ground as she shrieks

“Who’s th-there?” Sophie calls, fear pumping through her veins. She’s never had a visitor before, especially not one on the outside of the tower. “Hello?”

“Allliiiiceeeee.” A deep grumble can be heard, before a giant eye presses against the hole of her window.

At first Sophie wants to scream again, until she recognizes it, or at least recognizes it from her Mama’s stories. “Troll? The troll statue, my Mama’s friend!”

The eye blinks and stares, the grumble is back and it shakes Sophie to her bones as it booms. “Mama?” Then it steps back in confusion. “No Mama.”

The troll turns to step away, and Sophie lets out a scream of desperation. “No, wait! Please, wait!” He stops and looks back at her, the girl has tears running down her face, her face a mixture of helplessness with tinges of hope running through the mixture.

“Alice is my Mama.” Sophie explains, running to her window, trying to get the troll to come back. “You can take me to her, please, help me get back to her!”

Sophie climbs onto the ledge, holding to it tightly as another tremble hits the tower when the troll speaks again. “Alice Mama?” He shakes his head, causing a gust of wind to nearly blow the little girl back into the tower.

“Please! I just need your help to get down, that’s all I need.” Sophie begs again, trying with unsteady feet to get herself standing on that ledge again. The troll is close, almost close enough that she could jump, but she doesn’t want to make any rushed decisions that could harm her.

“What if I climb to you? What if I climb the tree branch to your shoulder, you can help me down?”

“Not safe!” The troll demands angrily, shaking his head again as Sophie reaches for a branch just above her head. When the tree was standing, it was too far for her, but now that he has knocked it over, it’s just the right height for her to use to climb out of the window.

“If you catch me, it will be.” She reasons with him, heart racing at the idea of finally being free.

She’s got her hands wrapped around the tree branch and she’s dangling feet from her window when the sound of other shaking off in the distance stills her. That’s when she understands why he refuses to help.

“Troll eat children!”

That wasn’t in Mama’s story.

She watches as the trees in the distances are sent flying, getting knocked down and trampled by the swarm of other trolls. These one are bigger, scarier, they don’t remind her of the troll statue at all, they’re something worse.

Her troll bows his head, Sophie suddenly aware of how precarious her situation is as she’s hung a hundred feet over the forest ground with a horde of trolls on it’s way. “I not eat Alice Mama. Troll do.”

A loud roar is heard in the distance, hungry, angry and booming. It takes Sophie by surprise and she lets out a scream and lets go of the branch she’s clinging to.

She’s falling to the ground, so rapidly that she’s sure there will be nothing left of her afterwards. All Sophie can do is close her eyes and brace for impact, but impact doesn’t come, not in the way she’s expecting.

Sophie falls against something hard, and it knocks the wind out of her, but she’s still alive. She’s still alive as the troll brings his hand up to his face and he stares at her with concern in his eyes. “Alice Mama okay?”

“My name is Sophie.” She manages to wheeze out, laying in his palm stunned. “Please help me.”

As the crowd of trolls gets closer, and louder, the one holding Sophie seems to finally understand. He closes his hand around her, just enough to conceal her, and he begins to run (as much as a thousand pound beast can run) away from the horde.

“Hold on.” He grumbles. “Me save Sophie.”

And as the two of them leave the remains of Sophie and Alice’s tower behind, a ripple of magic courses through the area, crumbling the stones and rocks holding up the tower, until the area is nothing more than a ruin of past lives that have moved on.

#once upon a time #ouat au #ouat ff #ouat #robin and alice #alice and robin #alice jones #robin hood #robin mills #mad archer #curious archer #fanfiction #kid fic #AU fanfiction #tiera skovbye #rose reynolds

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heliosthegriffin · 3 years

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Gamer AU Clip II

“J-Ja-Jaune?” Hearing my sisters voice tremble, it hurt, it hurt so bad. Taking a bullet had hurt less. The fact I was the cause of her distress burned my soul.

“How, how, how, how, could you do that?” Her voice so weak like her throat refused to cooperate with her brain, like she couldn’t understand what she was seeing. She shouldn’t have to see me doing what I do to keep our shrinking family together, but she did... and there was no backing down from what I had done.

“Sarah, I need you do something for me,” My voice came out calm, I didn’t think I was capable of speaking so, so, what’s a good word for it?

Lifeless.

Like my throat was being puppeteered by some unseen force.

But, that unseen force was also me. I was a puppet to my own desires. My master was my own crippling need for love, love and family.

She flinched, it was unsurprising but it drove that stake of burning pain so much deeper.

“Take one deep breath, hold it for five second and then let it out over another. Would you please do this for me?”

She froze briefly, her eyes darting around for escape, I could see her chest rapidly contracting. She wasn’t listening.

The look in her eyes told me all I needed to know.

She thought I was a monster now... She know’s I am a monster.

She’s right.

A part of my heart disappeared, and my mind acted before my heart did.

“Sarah,” My voice was being puppeteered again, It was so cold, and hard to my own ears, it shouldn’t sound like that. It scared me. “Take a deep breath or you’ll fall down like Mr. Ermine did.”

“B-bu, but you killed him!”

I shook my head with a mournful frown.

“No! He fell down, he was coming at me! And then he tripped, honest!” My mind puppeteering my face, the slightest tears began to form at my eyes. “I didn’t mean to have the knife out, honest! You gotta believe me, sis, please!” It was all an act by the that dark little voice in my head, I could take back the wheel at anytime... But, I wasn’t the one who could lie to my family.

“But Mr. Ermine, he just wanted to help us, why would he try to act you.”

The dark voice in my head could only smile in glee, he had hooks in her mind. “He, he,” It made me tear up even more so to sell the story. “He knew about mom and dad, he wanted something to keep silent...” My sister didn’t seem like she could believe me, not with the blood on my hands.

Good, it made the part of me not behind the wheel smile that my sister could see through my facade. The dark voice only smiled deeper though, it spoke to me, told me the story had only just begun.

“Sniff, sniff,” It made me fake holding back tears, “He wanted to hurt you, and, and I wanted him to leave us alone!” I screamed out, it’s fine I want to be heard, we’re alone at home anyway.

“He said, ‘I always wanted to have my own blonde dolls, to play, and dress up.’ unngh,” I fell to my knees, letting tears fall from my eyes. “I told him to leave us alone, and he came over to grab me.” I looked Sarah in the eyes, I could see her tears beginning to spill. “His hands, they, they hurt so much Sarah, why would bring him here!” I covered my head with head arms, and the breakdown came.

My eyes stung with burning tears. Not a damn one real.

“Stop, stop, please just stop, Jaune, I’m sorry Jaune, I’m so sorry.” I felt my sisters arm around me and pull me into a warm hug. And I let myself breakdown in her arms.

A breath of relief came through the tears, and eventually the tears stopped.

Relief that my story sold and stuck. That I had lied and gaslit my sister. I wanted to puke from shame.

I took back control and put that little voice back in the passenger seat in case I needed him.

I squeezed my sister tight now that she couldn’t go anywhere. Tighter, and tigher, she squirmed, I put my face beneath her ear and whispered so sadly. “I’m sorry Sarah,”

“What?”

Reach up and grabbed her face, looking her in those beautiful green eyes of hers.

I leaned back and whipped my head forward.

SNAP

Her nose broke, bleeding freely.

She was out cold, likely with a concussion.

I took Ermine’s dead hand and made a fist from it, rigor mortis hadn’t set in yet.

I got to work making it look like an attack, from a teacher who went crazy from obsession.

A smile came to my face. Which he was, he had wanted to break up my little family, take Sarah from me and make her his perfect little wife.

If it wouldn’t have contaminated the scene I would have broken his body into little bits. My strength was more than high enough.

The bastard.

My family needs me. Poor little Jasmine wasn’t even potty trained yet, and that bastard say’s she need real parents, not some brat playing pretend.

Well, where are my damned parents when I need them!

Fuck ‘em I say.

Jasmine my baby sister, and for all-intents and purposes now, my daughter.

Mary sweet little Mary, I will protect you to the end.

Sarah my genius little sister. I will make sure to solve the problems you can’t

Blaze my amazing, huntress in training older sister. I’ll support you when you can’t support yourself.

Saphron my hopeless lesbian of a sister. Terra loves you, I made sure of it.

Gerbera... Maybe one day I’ll forgive you.

Gris, who I knew in my heart was still alive out there in the Grimmlands, was the most amazing women in the world. She’d come back to us one day.

If anyone thinks that they can try to put them in any sort of home away from me...

I will never be alone, never!

I took a deep breath, and reviewed my plan, then put it into action.

Staging the scene of the crime.

It hurt breaking my arm, and giving myself so many bruises.

That pain didn’t compare to the pain from having to hurt poor Sarah.

But, it was necessary.

Once it was all done, I made sure to crawl across the floor to where I flung my scroll.

I let the passenger take the wheel, as I called the police.

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Jaune Arc

Age: 13

Gender: Male

Stats

Strength: 30 Speed: 40

- Toughness: 3 Grace: 4

Wits: 25 Wisdom: 34

-Calculation: 2 Mental Fortress: 3

Personality: 43 Perception: 51

-Attraction Value: 4 - Sensory Value: 5

Anima: 223

Aura Level: 2230

AN: This is pretty fucked up, but this Jaune has psychosis. That said, when I meant Jaune will do anything for his family, anything even if it hurts them. Now, I’m going to take a cold shower as a punishment for writing this.

I’ll upload something more uplifting in a bit.

#Jaune Arc #Gamer!Jaune #Psycho!Jaune #Arc Family #Murder #Fucked up #Dark and disturbing.

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the-pontiac-bandit · 5 years

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catch your dreams

in which amy santiago and jake peralta watch a presidential primary debate with their children, and one of those children is enamored with governor knope of indiana.

also on ao3

“Welcome to the first debate of the 2036 election! My name is Cecile Stafford, and with me tonight is my co-moderator Cooper Liddell. We’re thrilled to welcome you to this exciting primary contest--”

“MOM!” Ana’s shout from the kitchen table drowns out the TV. “I CAN’T FIND MY FOLDER!”

“Oh! I think I saw it earlier!” Jake shouts back from the master bedroom down the hall.

“Um...where?” Ana sounds surprised--his father loses things even more frequently than he does, and only twice in the thirteen year-old’s memory has her father ever been the one to find something lost.

“UNDER YOUR BUTT!” Jake’s uproarious laughter draws eye rolls from his wife and older daughter, seated side-by-side on the couch, and a giggle that matches his own from the small boy seated between them. Rey has a journal open on her lap, a pencil (she would never dare use a pen on the couch--those things can stain) already scratching away at the top of a new page. Her social studies teacher promised her extra credit for her thoughts on the debate, and she’ll be damned if she isn’t going to earn it.

Her mother pipes up from next to her, for the benefit of eight year-old Eli, curled up in the crook of her arm. “Jake, potty words stay in the…?”

“Potty,” comes the somewhat subdued response from the bedroom. Satisfied, Amy turns her attention back to the kitchen.

“Ana, did you check your backpack? It’s by the front door.”

Ana’s sigh of annoyance is audible, even over the audience applause coming from the TV’s top-of-the-line surround sound speakers (Jake had purchased them in order to better appreciate Avatar in all its cinematic glory). “Mom. I already checked there.”

“Well--” Amy starts to reply, ready to list the other places where her seventh-grader habitually leaves her possessions (it’s truly a miracle how easily the Jake and Ana manage to lose things in an apartment so small she has to share a bathroom with her teenage daughters).

“AHA!” Ana cuts her off triumphantly. Then, her voice turns sheepish. “I found it.”

“Where?” Amy asks, a hint of smugness in her voice betraying her certainty that the folder was in her daughter’s sequin backpack, thrown unceremoniously by the door five hours before.

Ana’s voice is sheepish. “...I was sitting on it,” she admits reluctantly, sticking her head around the door to the living room.

Then, a clatter from the bedroom startles all of them. Jake emerges with a triumphant shout, “I was right! It was under your butt!”

None of them hear him, though. They’re all too busy staring--while they’d been peacefully doing the dishes, Jake had been pulling a Tupperware bin of costumes out from the hall closet and adorning himself with every bit of red-white-and-blue attire the Santiago-Peralta family possessed.

“What?” he says, in response to the four pairs of eyes trained on him. “I had to get ready for the debate!” On the word debate, he leaps into the air, doing his best to imitate his fifteen-year-old ballerina daughter. He lands loudly, rattling the decorative plates hung on the wall behind him, and looks up at his family, a mohawk wig worn six years ago to Charles’ Fourth of July barbecue sitting crooked so his graying curls are visible underneath.

The entire family pauses for a second, a commercial about some adult-onset asthma medication droning on in the background. Then, everyone is laughing. Jake hops on the sofa next to his daughter, bouncing everyone around while his son’s cheeks turn rosy pink with his deep belly laugh and his more serious daughter’s soft giggle fills the room.

Jake and Eli are still laughing, Jake’s wig now perched on Eli’s much smaller head, covering his eyes, when a sudden swell in patriotic music and applause jerks them back to reality.

Rey has her hand on the volume button, eyeing them defiantly. “It’s starting,” she informs her father seriously as the speakers approach their maximum volume.

Ana, now laying on the floor with the previously-lost folder full of crumpled pages of math homework, grabs a pillow to cover her ears with an eye roll as Amy snags the remote from Rey. “Quick, turn it down!” she says, still breathless from laughter. “Before the neighbors call again!”

She switches the volume back to acceptable levels, but Rey doesn’t even seem to notice. Jake leans over and notices that she has columns for each candidate in her notebook, with her neat handwriting listing names, previous qualifications, and current offices.

“Our senator’s running, you know,” Rey announces. “Foster Cromwell. He’s supposed to win. It’d be cool to have another New York president. I think I’d vote for him.”

“You shouldn’t vote for someone just because they’re from your state,” Amy explains. “You want to vote for the person with the best ideas.”

“But you think he has good ideas! You voted for him last year!” Rey retorts.

“I do,” Amy concedes. “Senator Cromwell is very smart. But let’s see who else is on stage before we start committing our votes!”

Rey nods, writing furiously in her notebook as Harris finishes his opening statement. Seven candidates follow him, with opening statements so rehearsed and identical that Jake starts to nod off by the time the eighth candidate gets her minute.

“My name is Leslie Knope, and I’m the governor of Indiana. I may be new to the national political scene, but I’ve worked in government longer than any of the people on stage with me. My career began in the local Parks and Recreation department in--”

Something in her voice makes Jake snap to attention. His eyes open, and out of the corner of his eye, he can see Amy sitting up straighter, too. Even Ana, pretending to be entirely disengaged from her spot on the carpet, has stopped writing.

The moment only lasts a few seconds, but it captures Jake’s attention. The tiny blonde woman on the far edge of the stage is electric, and her story about a swing, national parks, conservation, and hard work feels like it could be much longer than a minute.

The audience in the room seems to agree, with a swell of applause so loud that Amy has to turn the volume down another few notches.

“Who is she?” Amy asks her daughter.

Rey consults her notebook. “Governor of Indiana. She used to work at the Department of the Interior, and in the National Parks Service before that. She’s from...Pow-nee, I think is how you say it.”

Eli laughs. “Pow-nee’s funny.”

“Pow-NEE, Pow-NEE,” Jake repeats, poking his son in the stomach on each syllable while his son giggles.

“Shh!” Rey shoots a death glare--scarily like Amy’s--at her father as the moderators ask the first question.

Jake rapidly gets lost again in the technical language about public options, data privacy, and global trade pacts, so he settles on watching his wife, who clearly seems to know what’s going on. She’s enthralled, fascinated by the detailed policy discussion. Meanwhile, Rey is scribbling furiously.

“Governor Knope, one of your most-discussed achievements in Indiana is your prison reform bill, which aided the state’s recovery from the opioid crisis and restructured policing in the face of drug crimes. “Which such reforms are necessary at the national level, and how would you pursue them?”

As Governor Knope launches into a response about her work with the local police chief and how that translated into statewide work on bias training and accountability, Rey stops writing, her jaw slowly dropping.

When Governor Knope finishes, the debate cuts to a commercial break, and Rey turns sharply to her parents.

“Grandpa Ray talks about that stuff all the time!”

Amy smiles at her daughter. “He does. He’s worked hard on some of those policies in the NYPD for years.”

“But government people do it, too?”

“They can.”

“Do government people in New York do it?” Ana pipes up.

“Sometimes, but not as much as we want them to. That’s why Grandpa Ray has been working so hard--to change those things from the inside, since people aren’t changing them from the outside.”

“Oh.” Rey looks thoughtful. “Do you have to be a governor to do that? Change it from the outside?”

Amy looks thoughtfully at her daughter before starting an explanation about the endless nonprofit groups, researchers, and government employees who help elected officials make decisions like Governor Knope’s. She’s quickly cut off, though, by the music indicating that the debate has returned, which cues her daughter’s attention back to the candidates and her notebook.

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Amy’s surprised the next day when her daughter brings home five books from her high school library about the history of government and criminal justice reform. Rey dives in headfirst, and it’s all she talks about for months. Later that year, Amy’s just as surprised when Governor Knope surges from behind in the polls and captures the nomination, and even more surprised when she denies a strong Republican president a second term.

By April of her oldest daughter’s senior year, Amy’s only a bit surprised when Rey confidently announces that she’d like to turn down NYU and move to Washington, D.C., and study political science. When Jake and Amy are on a train back from Georgetown the next fall, having just moved Rey into her new dorm, Jake can’t stop crying about their baby moving away. Amy smiles as she pats his shoulder as their two younger children roll their eyes.

And six months after that, when her daughter calls screaming about an internship with President Knope’s special commission on national criminal justice reform, Amy’s hardly surprised at all.

#b99 #brooklyn nine nine #jake peralta #amy santiago #parks and rec #parks and recreation #leslie knope #well #president leslie knope #rey and ana and eli #kidfic #yall i wrote next-gen fic #about the fucking democratic primary debate #as i have been saying all day #this was an ACCIDENT #i was in a dangerous zone between parks and rec and b99 and my actual major #so anyway #my writing #lmk what you think

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screamingatanemptyroom · 5 years

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Baby’s First Revenge (Part 2)

Here is part 2 to the story of Charlotte, the girl who gets reincarnated into a baby after being murdered by her only friend.

Part 1 linked here.

Hope you guys enjoy!

“Now Sweetie, it’s perfectly normal to be really nervous, but I don’t want you to worry, your dad and I are here for you!”

Trying to have a private conversation was difficult given the loud noise of the room, but Charlotte’s mother tried her best. She leaned closer, smiling reassuringly at her five-year-old daughter, who sat there calmly.

“I’m not nervous.”

“Do you want to play with the other children?” Charlotte’s father suggested hopefully.

Charlotte raised an eyebrow at him. “I don’t think that’s really the best idea, Dad. After all, they’re my competition.”

The two adults looked over her head, meeting each other’s gazes with a tired sigh. They knew from experience that once their daughter decided something, it was almost impossible to change her mind.

“Do you want to read a book?”

At his words, Charlotte looked up, her tiny smile lighting up her face like a sunrise. He grinned back, feeling certain that his daughter was the most adorable kid in the room… possible ever. She stretched out her small hand towards him and for a moment he thought she wanted to be picked up. He was just leaning over to comply when…

“Newspaper, please.”

…

Charlotte’s dad pulled back, and handed over his newspaper with another sigh.

Charlotte was a special child.

She had always been a good baby, she slept through the night, only crying when she was hungry or needed to be changed, and he had naively thought that since the first part had gone so smoothly, that he was ready for whatever came next.

Not even close.

Once her first birthday came, Charlotte seemed to be an almost different child overnight. She was potty trained within a few days, speaking words, followed by sentences in short order. With the ability to talk she seemed immediately to grasp the art of logic and arguing. Which would have been fine, if she hadn’t been so good at it. As her father he despaired that in the four years since she spoke her first words, he had yet to win a single argument. He was also fairly certain that what they fought about was not what other children fought with their parents about.

“I want a subscription to this magazine.”

“Isn’t that just political and economic articles? How about a book about a puppy?”

“…”

THAT particular comment had earned him one of her well known exasperated looks, the one that always left him feeling slightly childish, followed by a prolonged lecture from his daughter on the importance of staying up to date on current events. He couldn’t even be too upset, after all, it was good that she wanted to learn about the world around her. He just wished that she would go about it in a more normal way for her age. Charlotte’s father was convinced that she was a genius, but their pediatrician just assured him that all new parents felt that way. The doctor’s condescending tone made him grit his teeth, making a mental note that if the young man ever got in an argument with his daughter, he wouldn’t save him. The doctor had clearly brought it on himself.

Despite her peculiarities, He loved her dearly. Charlotte was an affectionate child, often wanting to spend every free moment with her parents, made extremely happy by simple gestures of affection like hugs. When he asked her about it, Charlotte simply shrugged and gave him a sad smile. “There are children all over the world who never get to know what having a parent say ‘I love you’ feels like.” She paused then, giving the impression that she was looking off into the distance at an unpleasant memory. “I love you and mom, and don’t want to take it for granted.”

Charlotte’s father and mother made sure to tell her they loved her every day after that.

But above all, Charlotte was a stubborn child.

“Mom, Dad, I’m going to audition for a part in a movie.” She didn’t seem to be asking permission more than simply notifying them. He had stared at his daughter in shock, unsure of where this sudden desire to act had come from. Fortunately, his wife was faster to respond.

“What movie?”

Charlotte held up a book. “They are adapting the book ‘Searching for Silence’ into a movie.” She smiled cutely. “The screenplay was passed around between a few companies, and got delayed a few years, fortunately, so they are only sending out casting calls now.”

Recovering from his shock, Charlotte’s father cleared his throat. “F-fortunately?”

“Well, if they started filming when they planned to, I would have been too young to play Edith.”

He looked at the book in her hands, recognizing it. It was one of the first books they bought for her, at her request. She had clutched the paperback to her chest at the time, looking both happy and sad to be holding it. She didn’t seem to read it often, but always kept it nearby, as if it was something important to her. Considering all this, it made a little sense that she was interested in being in the movie.

“I understand you’re excited, Sweetie, but it’s not like we can pack up and…”

“It’s being filmed here in town, and the casting call was distributed locally for the children’s parts.”

“Are you sure?”

“…” There was that exasperated look again. Charlotte’s father shook his head.

“…Silly question. When is the audition?”

“Tomorrow, I’ve already submitted all the paperwork.”

His wife knelt down in front of their daughter, her face serious. “This would be a big responsibility, a lot of work. Plus there’s no guarantee that you will get the part even if you audition. Are you sure you want to go?”

Charlotte nodded, her face determined.

“Don’t worry. I am the only one who could properly play Edith. I just have to make them realize it.”

And so they were here, in this waiting room with a crowd of children and their families. An air of anxiety hung around the room, dampening the noise somewhat. Even the parents fidgeted in their seats, having difficulty with the atmosphere.

Well… one person was fine.

Charlotte sat on her chair, her tiny legs dangling off the edge, and calmly read her newspaper, turning the pages with a derisive snort.

“Politicians really are the scum of the earth.”

“…”

Charlotte’s father felt like crying. Was that really something a five-year old girl should be saying? But it wasn’t like he could disagree with her.

As he was deciding whether or not to say something, his daughter stood up, folding her newspaper carefully before heading down the hallway where the auditions were taking place. Charlotte’s mother reached out a hand.

“You have to wait your turn, sweetie.”

Charlotte gave her the look. “I have to go to the restroom.”

“Oh.”

Seeing his wife nodding quietly, he stood up as well.

“Where are you going?”

He smiled at his daughter’s question. “I’ll walk you to the bathroom.”

Now the look was turned towards him, but the pitying amusement in it was that much more pointed. “Do you really think I’ll get lost on my way to the toilet?”

He wanted to argue, but under the pressure of his daughter’s gaze, he slowly sat back down. She smiled at him, as if the terrible expression she had shown just moments before was simply an illusion. “Thanks, Dad!”

With that she was gone.

He looked over at his wife, who shrugged and said a single sentence. “She takes after you.”

He wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or not.

Charlotte left the bathroom, looking around as she entered the hallway once more. She honestly wanted to take her time. The nervous energy in the waiting room was driving her bonkers. In the eighteen years of her last life, she had been in many horrible tense, even life-threatening situations, so this sort of mild stage fright meant little to her, but that didn’t mean she reveled in other children’s discomfort.

It makes it harder to blend in.

Charlotte knew she was already doing a fairly terrible job of pretending to be a normal child, but she couldn’t help it. A girl could only take so many nursery rhymes and picture books before going crazy. Fortunately, despite her oddities, her parents had remained loving and supportive.

If there’s anything that makes dying in my previous life worth it, it’s having a family in this one. Charlotte smiled as she thought about the loving parents waiting for her in the waiting room. Having someone who cared about you, who protected you, was something she had no experience with.

In my last life, I was always the one doing the protecting. Of course, that rat bastard paid back all the years I cared for him by murdering me.

She cracked her knuckles, her smile turning cruel as she fantasized about punching his face in. She was completely unaware of how odd a small five-year old girl plotting revenge appeared. Fortunately, no one was close enough to see the evil expression formed from her childish features.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” A quiet cry for help echoed down the hallway. Curious, Charlotte peeked around the corner, and was greeted by the sight of a young girl around her age jumping up and down, trying to reach a teddy bear that was being held up by an older boy. Keeping it just out of her reached, the boy chuckled and taunted her. “Why aren’t you grabbing it? I’m trying to give it to you!”

“PLEASE!”

“It’s not my fault you’re so short, wimp!”

Charlotte watched this scene silently. It wasn’t that she was unused to cruelty. This sort of bullying was tame from what she had faced growing up while trying to protect Peter. IF it was the old her, she wouldn’t have hesitated to jump in and help. Charlotte always had a weak spot for those who couldn’t protect themselves.

But now…

Peter’s smiling face as he watched her die came to mind, and her fists clenched at her sides. She had given up everything to protect someone before, and what had it gotten her? She had become a nameless corpse on the streets before being old enough to legally drink.

Why bother helping people? They’re just going to betray me, just like he did. I’m better off just focusing on my revenge.

That was how she felt...

“Please don’t hurt him!” The girl was sobbing as she tried again to reach the bear, falling to the ground as she lost her balance.

But why couldn’t she just walk away?

Bruce laughed at the girl crying on the ground as he prepared to rip the head off of the stuffed bear. Ignoring her screams, his muscles had just tensed, preparing to start tearing when…

“That’s enough, little boy.” A soft voice called out, and suddenly the world spun around him. Confused, he found himself on his back, with a smiling little girl standing above him, one foot on his chest.

Had she flipped him?

Bruce tried to stand up, but was stopped by the pressure of her foot on his chest. Dropping the bear, he tried to push her foot off of him.

Only to be surprised that he couldn’t budge her at all.

Bruce was 8 years old, and tall for his age. Growing up faster than the children around him, he soon discovered that he could easily pick on the smaller ones without consequence.

Until this girl almost half his size threw him to the ground.

“What are you…”

“SHHH.” The girl gently placed a finger in front of her mouth, motioning him to be quiet. Something about her smile… the look in her eyes… Bruce started feeling scared and fell silent.

“I was going to ignore you, my bullying little friend, but unlucky for you, my parents have done their best to raise me right, and I don’t want to disappoint them in this lifetime.”

She pressed down a little with her foot, making it difficult to breathe. “I’ll let you off easy this time, because you’re a child. But know this: People who pick on the weak are trash. And trash will always be thrown away and destroyed.” Her gaze seemed to pierce through him, making him slightly uncomfortable.

“Do you understand me?”

Bruce nodded silently.

“Good. Now give the girl back her bear and we’ll count this matter as over with.” She let him up, and after blinking in confusion a few times, he picked up the bear and handed it to the crying little girl who hugged it tightly.

Nodding in satisfaction, the scary girl turned to walk away.

“Wait!” Bruce found himself calling out without realizing it. The girl had turned back, making him feel nervous. “What’s your name?”

The girl raised an eyebrow at the question. “Charlotte.”

“C-Can I be your friend?”

“No.” The immediate answer dropped his spirits, and he looked down, disappointed. Why had he been bullying other kids?! Now she hated him.

The girl with the teddy bear stood up, wiping her tears, her face hopeful. “Can I be your friend?”

“No.” Again, a strong reply without hesitation.

Both children were shocked. They had assumed Charlotte had said no to Bruce because he was a bully. But…

“Why?” The girl frowned, looking offended, but Charlotte simply laughed.

“I don’t want to be friends with little kids.”

And with that, she was gone, leaving the two to stare at each other in confusion.

“Is-isn’t she a little kid too?” The girl asked.

The boy shook his head silently, unsure.

She continued on, watching in the direction Charlotte had left in. “She’s so cool!”

Bruce nodded in response.

Charlotte was going the wrong way. Having gotten turned around due to stopping the previous fight, she was unclear of which way she needed to go to get back to the waiting room.

Maybe I should have let Dad walk me. She was about to turn around and walk the way she came, when she overheard another conversation.

“I’m asking YOU so stop avoiding this! You should know her motivations better than anyone!”

Two men were standing in a room, arguing. One she recognized from the press releases as Mark Tottle, an award winning director who and taken on the project. He was the one currently shouting, a few pages of script crumpled in his hand. As for the person he was yelling at…

Charlotte sucked in a startled breath at the sight of the man she hated more than anyone else in the world.

Peter.

He stood there, looking just as he did when she had died, an annoyed expression on his face when as he stood before the furious director.

“I don’t understand the problem, Mark. She’s protecting the other kid. What other motivation does she need?”

The director rolled his eyes, slapping the pages of the script against his palm.

“I’m talking about this line here! The one which is taken word for word from YOUR BOOK by the way.” Placing a finger on a line, he read with a disgruntled expression. “Edith has just saved Jordan, the boy she treats like a brother, and after he thanks her she just stares at him and says two words. ‘If only…’”

Peter shrugged. “So?”

“SO… What the heck is she talking about?! The script doesn’t make it clear what her emotions should be. Is she happy, angry, sad? I need to understand the material to be able to get the right performance out of my actors!”

“How should I know?”

“YOU’RE THE AUTHOR!”

“Why don’t you take that little script of yours and shove it up…”

“She’s regretful.”

Charlotte’s voice was quiet, but it stopped the two men in her tracks.

Peter glared at her, “Little girl, go back with the other children.”

“Wait!” The director held out his hand. “I want to hear about what she has to say.” He knelt down, until the two were eye to eye. “What do you mean regretful?”

“When she says ‘if only’ Edith is wishing things were different. She means ‘If only you had never been born.’ ‘If only you and i had never met, so that you would never have the chance to depend on me.’ She wished he had died with his family, so she could miss him like she misses her parents, instead of him dragging her down.”

“That’s bullshit!” Peter snorted, forgetting his opponent was a small child. “Edith loves Jordan. She would never think something like that.”

Charlotte laughed. How amusing to be lectured about the character she wrote based on herself by the man whom she based the other character off of. He still was so clueless.

“Edith is a strong character, one who loves and protects her friend no matter what it costs her.”

“See… there’s no way…”

“But she isn’t a saint. Or a martyr.” Charlotte continued, her words silencing Peter in his tracks. “She’s human, and it’s human nature to want to be happy, to live an easy life. She has moments where she wishes she didn’t have to sacrifice everything to protect her friend.”

The director nodded slowly. “But she never says…”

“She cares about Jordan, enough to not say out loud what she feels. That’s why she never gets past ‘if only’. She doesn’t want him to know that sometimes she regrets rescuing him.”

“…” The two men stared at her in silence. Peter seemed lost in his own memories, looking at them with a fresh perspective, while the director looked taken aback.

“Where did you hear this?”

I wrote the book. “I read the book over and over until I feel like I know the characters better than myself.”

“Who are you?” He asked, curiosity apparent on his face.

Charlotte grinned, sticking out a hand to shake his much larger one.

“I’m the girl who’s going to play Edith in your movie.”

He smiled back. “Pretty sure that part hasn’t been cast yet.”

“Doesn’t make it not true.”

Laughing quietly, the director straightened up, looking at her with a respectful gaze. “We’ll let the auditions decide. I’m looking forward to seeing what you can do, given your understanding of the character.”

“See you there.” Rather than seeming pressured by his words, Charlotte met his gaze straight on with a confident expression. Shaking his head with a soft sigh, the director walked away slowly, studying the script with new vigor.

Peter and Charlotte were left alone.

Peter stood rooted to the spot, his mind still going over the words of the little girl who stood nearby.

Had she really thought that about me sometimes?

He knew that Charlotte had written the book based on their real lives, but…

She was always so perfect.

Peter had always resented his childhood friend. Always smiling, always brave, never panicked, she was barely a few months older than him, but protected and cared for him better than most adults could have.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” She had smiled and hugged him, even after he caused trouble that forced her to fight and get hurt. It was depressing, why was she so much better than him at everything? Before he knew it, the gratitude he felt for her help was outpaced by the resentment he felt at her ability to handle everything with a smile.

I always wanted to bring her down to my level. And he had. He had finally stripped the smile from her face, made her angry and sad. Right before she died she had worn a wonderful face, one filled with bitterness and regret.

But he had to wonder…

“She isn’t a saint or a martyr.” Had she just been pretending to be okay that whole time for his sake? Struggling just as much as him, but unwilling to show it because she didn’t want him to feel guilty?

It made him uncomfortable to think about.

“Idiot.”

The single word was filled with disgust and hatred. Surprised, Peter looked around, trying to find the source of the insult. The only person nearby was the small child, a sweet looking girl who stared at him with a blank expression.

“Did you just…”

“You heard me.”

It was unnerving, hearing such a cold voice from a little girl. Angry, he leaned over her, trying to be intimidating. “That’s not a very nice word, little girl.”

She raised an eyebrow, seemingly not impressed. “Should I use a better one than? How about imbecile?” She smiled, “Or something like fraud or liar?”

Peter was taken aback, he straightened up, unsure of how to respond.

“What do you…?”

“You didn’t write this book did you?”

Peter felt the blood drain from his face. “That’s ridiculous. How dare you say something like that?”

“Then why don’t you understand your own characters?”

“That’s… I mean… I’m not going to argue with a child!”

“Probably a good plan, given that you’re losing.”

He gritted his teeth at her condescending expression.

“I don’t care what you say. I wrote this book. Now go back to your parents, little girl, before something bad happens to you.” He thought his threats would frighten her, but instead she laughed, causing a chill to run down his spine.

“What are you going to do in this building full of people? All I have to do is scream and they’ll come running. Then how would you explain threatening a five-year-old girl?” She stepped forward, and unconsciously Peter backed away. “Even if you stopped me from screaming, you were the last person to be seen with me, making you the prime suspect, should I disappear. That might tarnish your beautiful reputation.”

“What- what are you?” He was stuttering. She didn’t seem like a child, the way she looked at him… it brought back memories he wanted to forget. Of a girl who had also stood before him, a confident grin on her face. But that girl had been protecting him… this one…

“I’m your worst nightmare.” With that, the little girl waved goodbye, and turned around and walked away. Her mannerisms were so familiar, so haunting, that unconsciously, Peter found himself whispering a name he hadn’t said in years.

“Charlotte.”

“Yes?” The girl paused, smiling. “How did you guess my name?”

No… Peter shook his head, backing away further. “I-I…”

“I’m looking forward to working with you. Let’s talk again.”

She was gone. Peter fell to the ground, his back against a wall, his face breaking out in a cold sweat.

Why did her name have to be Charlotte?

Peter shuddered. I must be cursed.

His eyes narrowing, he slowed his breathing, trying to calm his frantically beating heart. It didn’t matter what her name was. He would just have to make sure she didn’t get picked as the actress playing Edith. It should be easy as the author. He would never have to work with her again.

You’re just a child, I’m an adult, a successful writer. In the end, I’ll be the winner. I’ll make you regret looking down on me.

No matter what.

#writing #short story #part 2 #revenge #rebirth #continued story #l

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dynowrites · 5 years

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Potty Training Dilemma

Damian: 3 and a half

Damian sat at the coffee table, giggling as he was coloring and Luna and Maverick we’re constantly trying to get his attention. Damian giggled as he sat his crayon down as he turned to Maverick who quickly began to lick his face. Damian squealed and began laughing at the dog and gently pushed him away.

“Mav! Stop!” He laughed out. Dante and Macee were standing in the kitchen cooking dinner when Dante turned around.

[[MORE]]

“Maverick, stop. Go to your bed.” Dante raised his voice at the dogs. They both turned to look at Dante as he pointed at Maverick before his bed beside the couch. He whined some before walking to his bed sadly.

“Mami, I gotta potty.” Damian told Macee. She quickly washed her hands and walked over to her son.

“You wanna use the big boy potty?” Macee smiled brightly. Maybe it was finally time Damian would use it. The moment she mentioned it, Damian teared up.

“No no. Potty scary!” Damian said. Macee sighed as wiped his tears away.

“The potty isn’t scary, baby. Try for me?” Macee asked as she gripped Damian’s hand and walked to the bathroom. Damian looked at the toilet and instantly hid behind Macee.

“No no. Mami, it scary.” Damian said as tears formed in his eyes again. Macee frowned and got down to Damian’s height and smiled at him.

“Please, baby. It’s not scary, I promise. Don’t you wanna be a big boy like daddy?” Macee asked the boy. He nodded and sniffled some.

“It gonna eat me…” Damian said before he started crying. Macee wrapped her arms tightly around him and picked him up before they left the bathroom.

“It’s okay, baby. Shh, shh. Don’t cry.” Macee rubbed his back and headed to the kitchen. Dante had a hopeful look before macee shook her head and Dante turned back to what he was making.

“It’s okay, buddy. Daddy didn’t use the potty until he was your age. It’s okay.” Dante said as he kissed his head. Damian turned and reached out for Dante. He took his son from his wife as Macee tended to dinner.

The family ate dinner together, Dante bathed and read Damian a bedtime story before heading to the bedroom. Macee was all curled up in bed, scrolling through her social media pages.

“I leave tomorrow and he promised me he’d use the potty before I left.” Dante sighed as he stripped down to his boxers and crawled into bed beside Macee. She put her phone on the end table and sighed out.

“I know, cariño. I tried so hard. We both did but he’s afraid the toilet is going to eat him.” Macee rolled her eyes. “You remember when Emiliano told that to Aymee? And she refused to use the bathroom because she was told the toilet would eat her? It’s just like that.” Macee explained as Dante laughed some.

“Yeah, I do. It was so funny but I felt so bad for Aymee. Emiliano was just being an ass that day because Aymee kept wanting me to play with her.” Dante said as he pulled Macee close against him. Macee smiled and placed a kiss to Dante’s lips.

Macee didn’t want Dante to leave but he had to. He had soccer practice to go to halfway across the country. Macee didn’t want him to leave, neither did Damian but to cheer him up, Macee drove to her parents house where her brother, his wife and sons were. Once Macee pulled up to her parents house, Damian smiled brightly.

“Abuelito!” Damian shouted the moment him and Macee walked through the door. Rafael smiled as he grandson ran at him and hugged his leg.

“Is mami home?” Macee asked as she hugged her father. Rafael kissed her hair and nodded.

“She’s in the kitchen with Valentina. Emiliano and the boys are in the living room.” Damian instantly ran to the living room where Julian and Issac were crawling around the floor and playing. Emiliano was watching the two on the couch and chuckled. Macee went to the kitchen where you and Valentina were sitting at the table, talking about random things.

“Macee! Baby. It’s so great to see you.” You smiled brightly and hugged your daughter. She hugged back before sitting at the kitchen table.

“Dante went away for soccer. It’s sucks since… Damian promised to be potty trained once he left.” Macee sighed as you handed her a cup of coffee.

“Emiliano was just like that, not wanting to potty train. Rafael told him he’d give him a candy bar if he went to the bathroom.” You explained. Macee remembered that when it clicked on her.

“You think… if I tell that to Damian he’d use it? I mean, he thinks the toilet is scary like Aymee did.” Macee explained as you laughed softly.

“You brother was being mean to her. He always was mean to Aymee.” You shook your head as Macee smiled.

“I think I’m going to take him to the store and have him pick out his favorite chocolate. And tell him he can only have it when he uses the potty.” Macee said as Rafael walked into the kitchen.

“Using the lovely Barba method I see.” Rafael said as he came into the kitchen to get something out of the fridge.

“It worked for you and Emiliano. Hopefully it will work for Damian.” Macee told her father as she looked at the time on her phone.

Damian, Julian and Issac were asleep on the couch taking their daily nap while the adults talked about Emiliano and Valentina’s most recent trip to California with the boys. They decided to visit Nick and spend a few days with him before heading back to New York. Somehow, you managed to convince Rafael to visit your brother the following month since you missed him a lot.

“Mami…?” Damian called out as he walked into the kitchen two hours later. Macee turned to look at her toddler as he rubbed his eyes.

“Yeah baby?” Macee smiled as she picked the boy up and set him in her lap.

“I’m hungry.” Damian said. The toddler was always hungry after a nap. Macee nodded and kissed his head.

“Say goodbye to abuelita, abuelito, auntie Val and uncle Ano. We’re stop at the store to find you something for mami to cook at home.” Macee said as she sat the boy on his feet and he ran to give each of them a big hug and kiss.

Damian sang softly to the music on the radio on the drive to the store. Once they two got to the store, Macee happily lifted the boy into the cart so he could sit and face his mother. He opened her purse and began looking around it for a mint.

“Mami? I want candy!” Damian stated as she walked towards the meat department of the store. Macee looked at her son as a small smile crossed her lips.

“I’ll buy you candy but you gotta use the big boy potty for me.” Macee told Damian as she heard the boy whine.

“Nooo. It’s scary!” Damian said, tears forming in his eyes. Macee sighed as she gently ran her hand through his hair.

“Damian, mijo, please. Mami will buy you the biggest candy bar she can find if you do this for her.” Macee hated that she was doing the Barba method but Damian’s eyes widened.

Going down the candy aisle, Damian started a big, one pound Hershey’s bar. Macee shooting her head with a sigh before grabbing the chocolate bar. Once the two bought everything or lunch and dinner for the night, Macee stop at a clothing store to buy Damian some underwear to try.

Once at home, Macee made dinner for the two of them. Damian wanted to help since Macee decided that they’d make some nice freshly baked chicken nuggets for the two of them. She made sure Damian washed his hands thoroughly after handling the chicken. The two sat at the kitchen table and ate the chicken nuggets and fries before Damian gave Macee a look.

“Mami? I gotta pee.” Damian said. Macee gave him a look and nodded. She followed him to the bathroom where he stared at the toilet. He was going to be a big boy, like daddy. Damian moved the step stool in front of the toilet and made his way up the two steps. He slowly pushed his pants and pull up down before aiming and doing his business. Macee smiled happily before turning to give her son privacy.

“Mami! I did it! I went potty!” Damian shouted excitedly. Maybe the toilet wasn’t as scary as he thought. He pulled his pants back up, flushed the toilet and moved his step stool to the sink to wash his hands.

“I’m so happy and proud of you, mijo. As soon as we finish dinner, you can have your chocolate. But you cannot tell daddy.” Macee told Damian. He nodded as he rushed to the kitchen to finish his dinner.

“Daddy!” Damian shouted as soon as he saw Dante on Macee’s phone. He had just FaceTimed them after getting back to his hotel.

“Hey, champ. How are you?” Dante asked with a large smile.

“Tell daddy what you did today.” Macee told her son as she placed a small kiss to his cheek.

“Guess what I did today, daddy? I went potty! All by myself!” Damian told his father. Dante looked shocked but smiled brightly.

“That’s great! Do you have your big boy undies on too?” Dante asked as Damian nodded his head.

“Mami said if I went on the big boy potty then I got chocolate!” Macee shook her head as Dante began chuckling.

“Sounds like a story I’ve heard before. Didn’t Rafael did that for Emiliano?” Dante asked Macee as she told Damian to make sure the dogs had food in their bowls.

“He promised me he wouldn’t tell you. He also promised to wear his underwear and he wouldn’t have an accident tonight. I’m gonna have him sleep on be with me, just in case.” Macee wasn’t new to accidents with Damian. He had had a few of them a few months before when they tried to get serious with potty training.

“However you convinced him to use it, I don’t care. Makes me wanna have another baby.” Dante said but Macee made a face.

“I don’t know. I mean, it was so hard for us to potty train Damian. I don’t want that to happen again…” Macee said. She did want more children with Dante but the fear was there.

“I’ll be back in a few weeks, okay? We can talk more about it then.” Dante smiled as Macee nodded. Damian soon returned and Damian talked to Dante all about the day he had with the Barba family.

#dacee family #dacee #dante carisi x macee barba #dante and macee #dante carisi #macee babra #damian carisi

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One of my friends notified me that there’s FIVE entries of this shit now.

So since my original posts on this have been lost to the ether-

Let’s do this shit.

“Ozpin’s stable at least.” Qrow said as he exited the school infirmary, “I don’t know what my sister was thinking, but she’s going to pay when I see her again.”

“count me in on that action.” Glynda muttered, “I haven’t forgiven her for what she pulled at the dance.”

“You hold a major grudge.” Qrow replied, “Anyways, we have to figure out where Raven went.”

*Buzz*

“What’s up Tai?” Qrow asked as he answered his scroll.

“Qrow! The Kids! They’re gone!”

“WHAT?” Qrow couldn’t believe his ears. First Ozpin had gotten hospitalized, and now Yang and Ruby had disappeared.

“I just got back from the meeting, and they were gone!”Taiyang cried, “i don’t see anything suggesting a struggle, no points of entry were forced. Some of their stuff is missing, Qrow! What the hell happened?”

“Raven…” Qrow realized, “But how did she convince Yang and Ruby to…”

Yeah, how the fuck did Raven convince Yang and Ruby to leave their house with some rando?

After the meeting…

Yang and Ruby were quietly napping in their beds. The memory of finding out that their mom had died was still fresh, and they were trying to feel better about it.

*ZWOOM*

A red portal opened up, waking Yang up as a woman clad in red stepped through.

“It’s okay Yang. I’m here.” She soothed.

Yang had no idea why, but this woman telling her that everything was okay made her feel… comfortable.

“Who… Who are you?”

“Figures your father never told you…” The woman sadly trailed off, “I’m Raven. I’m…” She took a deep breath, “I’m your biological mother. Do you know what that means, Yang?”

A. How is Yang feeling comfortable around Raven? The bitch left before Yang could even remember her and this CLEARLY takes before Taiyang told her so for all she knows, Yang should be yelling for an adult.

And B. Gee, I wonder why Taiyang didn’t tell his young daughter that she wasn’t relate to the woman she called mom but rather some random douche who ditched her?

Yang shook her head.

“I’ll try to explain it later.” Raven replied, “But for now, I’m here to get you to safety.”

“Are we in trouble?” Yang asked as she moved to shield her sister from a threat she didn’t know the location of.

Am I really to think Yang is stupid enough to believe some random woman that appeared out of nowhere at face value with no questions asked? Even as a child, I would have known better.

“No… But, I’m here to keep you safe. You’re going to have to come with me. Can you carry your sister?” Raven asked, “It’s okay if you can’t, but I want to know.”

Lady, if you’re so strong pick her up yourself, especially if you think it’s urgent.

“I… I can carry Ruby.” Yang replied.

“Okay. You make sure you have everything. I’ll get her stuff, then we have to get going.”

“You’re not staying here to protect us?”

“I…” Raven looked solemnly to Ruby’s sleeping form, “I can’t keep you safe here. People will want to use you. For their own gain.” Raven tried to figure out a good analogy to help explain to a toddler but Yang managed to beat her to it.

“Like how the Mad King used Mogar on X-Ray and Vav?” Yang asked.

Raven looked away for a moment, “Okay, one: You’re a bit too young to be watching that, and two;” Raven trailed off, “Yes? It’s close enough.” She found a travel bag. Big enough to carry Ruby’s clothes in it (not that there was much to pack), and a diaper box or two. Raven made a mental note to potty train Ruby as soon as she could speak and walk.

And we’re suppose to believe Qrow and Taiyang would allow this...how again? You know, aside from ‘shut up, it’s my headcanon’?

Also where the fuck is Raven getting off on kidnapping Ruby? With Yang, there’s the bare bones excuse that Raven pushed her out but she has no right to take Ruby. This is inexcusable no matter what. Especially since Ruby only exist because Raven ditched Yang and her dad in the first place. Oh and since Ruby is effectively a baby here, she won’t even remember her own father. Imagine a father losing both of his kids right after losing his second wife where he already had a depressive spell from the first time round.

Fuck, Raven might just have Taiyang’s blood on her hands.

Also: X-Ray and Vav is a comic in the RWBY universe, not a show.

“What about my clothes?” Yang asked.

“I’ll find another bag.” Raven answered as she went off to do so, “You grab anything that you and your sister want to hang onto. Stuffed animals, toys, books, or anything that you want to hang onto.”

“Is there anything you want?” Yang asked as she set Ruby down gently.

Raven looked at an old picture of team STRQ together. Back before everything hit the fan. She carefully slipped the photo out of the frame and tucked it into her pocket. “I have everything now.” She said in a sad tone, “Now hurry up. I don’t know how long we have.”

And now she’s stealing Taiyang’s memento of his old team, probably the most valuable thing he has. Fuck, is she trying to get him to commit suicide?

And if she actually cared about Team STRQ: why doesn’t she have her own damn picture? Either she’s stealing for fun or she never cared about STRQ in the first place.

Have until what?”Raven didn’t answer. Instead she simply replied, “When you’re ready, come back here. You can drop off anything if it gets too big or heavy for you to carry. Call for me if there’s something too high up for you to reach.” Raven replied as she sat on the bed and started to think.

What the hell was she getting into? Yes, she wanted to get Yang and Ruby away from Ozpin, but she felt like she was getting in over her head. She had the Spring maiden to think about, and now she was going to take on two kids? - One of them wasn’t even old enough to talk.

She looked over at Ruby and saw her squirming. She looked like she was having a bad dream. She hesitated for a moment before placing her hand on her head. Affectionately rubbing Ruby’s cheek until the smaller girl calmed down.

Yang walked back in with a few books and a small stuffed cat and a plush parrot. “There’s a book at the top shelf of the kitchen, and a storybook in Ruby’s room that I want to take with me.”

“We can get the storybook on the way out.” Raven said, “Show me what book in the kitchen was please?”

Yang led the way, and Raven estimated that it would be about an hour until Tai got back to check on the kids. When they arrived to the kitchen, Yang pointed to the book that she was talking about and Raven raised an eyebrow.

“Sweetie, that’s a cookbook.”

“I know. I just want to learn how to cook yummy stuff like mommy did so that Ruby can feel better.”

Raven’s heart felt a sting when Yang said the word ‘mommy.’ She knew that it was selfish, but she also know that she shouldn’t replace Summer. She’d have to remember to instruct Yang to not go any further than ‘mother.’ She didn’t deserve anything more affectionate beyond that.

Bitch if you cared about Yang you wouldn’t have left her in the first place!

“Okay, Yang.” She ruffled Yang’s hair a bit, “I’ll see if I can’t find someone who can give you a hand.”

“Can we go then?” Yang asked.

Raven took one last look around to take in the surroundings.

“Let’s move. Say goodbye to your house Yang. I gotta keep you safe from Ozpin.”

“Why?” Yang asked as she hurried along to catch up to Raven, “What did he do?”

Raven looked down at her eyes. No. She decided. She wouldn’t put the desire for vengeance into someone so young.”I’ll tell you when you’re older sweetie.” She said softly, “But just know that him and everyone who works for him can’t be trusted.”

The two found Ruby still sleeping where Raven had left her.

Raven put her mask back on as she pulled her sword out and made a portal with it. She took one last look at the house before shifting the bags that were on her and gesturing to Yang and Ruby to follow her.

They stepped through.

And the portal closed.

And Raven just committed kidnapping. All because, in her own words, ‘vengeance’. And she’s suppose to be the good guy here.

Great.

Raven looked at the small bed to see Yang with her small parrot plush. She chuckled to herself a bit. A small colorful bird was something sentimental to her, and now this old blackbird was taking care of her.

No doubt Summer made the parrot for her. She could tell by the patchwork. Summer always seemed like the kind of mother that would make her kids the stuffed animals she wanted rather than buy them.

Yeah, because Summer gave a shit about her kids. She didn’t ditch Ruby the instant she got scared and then come back and steal her and her sister from their home to live among murderers and thieves because of her own hang ups.

Raven sighed again. It had been about four months since she had taken the kids, and she was well-aware about that Qrow and Tai had placed a bounty on her. She’d like to see them try to take Ruby and Yang away.

Me too since you don’t have Maiden abilities and Qrow is stated equal and your camp could barely handle V5 Yang and Weiss, let alone two fully trained Huntsmen.

Changing the tribe’s goal of finding a permanent place to live helped, but there was not many places that they could go. Vale was out of the question, Mistral was too obvious, Atlas was… Atlas, and Vacuo would have too many possibilities for someone to rush in and try to attack them. The only other option was Menagerie, but she knew that she and her tribe wouldn’t be welcome there due to them being human.

And her tribe of mass murdering thieves would give two shits about the lives of two kids because..why again?

If Summer were here, she’d have reasoned that it would have been because they would stick out like a sore thumb. She had more faith in other people than she did, that’s for sure.

She’d also wouldn’t be a self centered egotistical asshole ad would give the kids back to their family.

Shaking her head to try to keep the tears she shed for her partner away, Raven was well-aware that Menagerie’s desserts were the best bet, despite everything. It wouldn’t be easy, but there wouldn’t be any potential ambushes to worry about, they could find an oasis and build a small villa around it, and if they needed to, they could try to find some animals or other wildlife to make clothes and other supplies they’d need.

Meangrie’s deserts are stated to be hospitable and the wildlife incredibly deadly. So at least Raven’s lack of actual intelligence is intact.

The big problem would be the discomfort and getting there. There weren’t many ways to get to Menagerie without going through the main port, and a group of humans traversing the dessert of a faunus-populated area would raise several alarms.

She looked at the moon. They weren’t that far away from a relatively small village. Maybe they could stock up on supplies while there.

Time for Ruby and Yang’s first mass murder.

Damn, reading those storybooks to Ruby and Yang made her soft. She actually went in and defended them… Though, she had to admit: When she started slicing through the grimm to keep the villagers safe, she felt… good. It almost felt like Summer was right there. By her side.

Then why did Raven leave in the first place and if so, why didn’t she reform the tribe BEFORE this? Also ‘Grimm’ is a proper noun.

The village had thanked her and her tribe by giving them food, ammunition, and other supplies that they needed.

Needless to say, it had been a bit of a shock to Raven. She had forgotten how actually being a huntress could benefit a person… And how nice it felt protecting others.

This sounds more like Summer than Raven Branwen,

... You just tore out Raven’s character and shoved Summer’s into Raven’s body didn’t you Dudeblade?

Some of the other tribe members found it refreshing, and some saw it as going against their original code. A divide was made, and half of the group became defenders, while the other half continued to raid villages. Raven held some sympathy for them, but she made it clear that if they crossed her path while she was defending a village, that there would be no mercy.

How is this character Raven Branwen again?

“Mmm!” Some whimpering caught her ear, as she turned and went back inside the tent to see Ruby squirming in her sleep again. This was a regular occurrence. Ruby had trouble sleeping, even with her plush cat, Ruby would have the occasional bad dream at best, or a full-on nightmare at worst. It was those nights that Raven crawled into the cot with her, and held her tight while stroking her hair.

Probably because you took her from her home to be surrounded by strangers in the middle of nowhere.

‘Yang was a bit stronger. A bit too independent for Raven’s liking, but she knew that it was selfish to want to take Summer’s place.

Yang spent most of her time with the Spring Maiden- Robin. That was her name. The two had formed a bond that let Yang have an older sister figure in her life, and gave Robin motivation to become stronger to protect her surrogate sister.

Raven smiled at the memory. Sure, it was just a few days ago, but she could never forget the smile on Yang’s face when Robin had used her powers to make a small statuette of a recent exploit together. Two days prior, Robin had reported that Yang had beaten her first grimm without any weapons.

At first, Raven nearly had a heart attack, and was ready to draw her blade at the girl for letting Yang do something so dangerous.

But then Robin explained herself. She and Yang had been out gathering some firewood when a beowolf pack had appeared. Robin managed to beat back most of them, but got caught off-guard by the alpha. S

he had shut her eyes, thinking about Yang’s safety, and how she failed her when she heard it.

A scream of rage.

Yang had launched herself at the beowolf and started punching and riding it like it was a bull. Robin couldn’t believe her eyes. Within a minute or two, Yang had managed to defeat the beast, and Robin was simply stunned.

A. And yet you stole Taiyang’s place.

B. Sure sounds like Yang got over the whole ‘Never going to see he father and uncle ever again’ thing pretty quickly. Very quickly. Unrealistically quickly.

And C.Great. A fucking toddler killed an Alpha Beowolf. So Yang’s gonna be a Mary Sue.

Oh and D. So Taiyang leaving his kids alone for an hour is bad but Raven letting her daughter go out into openly Grimm infested woods is a okay huh Dudeblade?

After having to do some harsh chores as punishment for allowing Yang to be put in danger and not doing anything, Raven had to admit that she was slightly ashamed and a bit jealous that she wasn’t there to see it herself.

Robin said that it was almost as if she was on fire, and that if she were to die, that she would want Yang to have her powers.

There was a small debate of burdening Yang with the powers of the Spring Maiden, but Raven had conceded. Robin trusted Yang with everything, and if there was anyone that she felt was deserving of the power, the two agreed (albeit, begrudgingly on Raven’s part) that Yang was the best candidate. Yang had seen Robin in action enough times that she knew what the maiden was capable of.

Raven couldn’t wait until the day when Yang would surpass her.

Raven looked down to see Ruby nuzzling her chest. “It’ll be alright, Ruby. I won’t let anyone hurt you or your sister. I promise.”

In her soul, however, Ruby heard the voice of both Raven, and of Summer. Whom she felt embracing her aura.

Raven paused for a moment. In that instant, she had thought she had felt Summer’s embrace for herself.

She should sleep.

Perhaps then she wouldn’t hallucinate her partner’s warm hugs.

Yep, Mary Sue route confirmed.

And great, Raven is fucking delusional too now.. Because I’m pretty sure Summer wouldn’t be embracing anything regarding what Raven’s done.

“This has gotten harder.”

“Agreed. Ever since Raven changed tactics, people are less willing to out her. She’s really changed. I’m pretty sure that Ruby should be about four by now. Not that Raven would know when her birthday is.”

“You’re not suggesting that we actually let Raven keep Ruby and Yang, are you Qrow?”

“Tai, relax. There’s bound to be some people willing to tell us her location.”

“As much as I hate to agree with Qrow here, he has a point.” Glynda added, “The reports we’ve gotten keep talking about a smaller group than before. There’s no doubt that some members likely didn’t like where they were heading, and bailed out.”

“The few we captured seem to be more afraid about displeasing her though.” Ozpin agreed. He was using his cane more often as an actual cane ever since he was discharged, “In addition, some of them mentioned that Raven has the Spring Maiden. We cannot allow someone so powerful to be with Raven of all people.”

“That is also a big problem. Raven could be putting dangerous thoughts into her head.”

“Not to mention Yang and Ruby’s heads.” Tai said, “What if she’s teaching them that it’s okay to steal?”

“Tai, stop.” Qrow tried, “You’re just being paranoid.”

“What if she’s putting them through some kind of dangerous training?” Taiyang cried out.

A. Still don’t buy that Raven would change.

And B. Pretty fucking understandable reasons considering Qrow OUTRIGHT DESCRIBED HIS TRIBE AS ‘MURDERERS AND THIEVES!’

“Now where has Ruby gone?” Raven looked in her large tent. There was a bit of giggling coming from her cot, “Is she under this rock?”

There was more giggling coming from her cot.

“Maybe she’s… under this table!” She looked under it, while keeping her ears trained on her cot.

“She’s not under here either. Maybe she’s turned invisible?” She asked as she made her way to her cot.

“Huh, my cot seems to be pretty lumpy today, I wonder-”

“BLARH!” Ruby jumped out of the cot and put on her best ‘scary face.’ Had she not been three, it would have been considered more intimidating than adorable.

“Oh my!” Raven feigned surprise rather well, “there you are! You nearly gave me a heart attack, little rose.” She picked up and nuzzled her surrogate niece.

“Did I really auntie Raven?” She asked. Raven smiled fondly as she nodded.

There was that small voice in the back of her head that kept telling her that Summer would be fine if she took up the role of mother in Yang and Ruby’s lives, but she kept up her efforts of keeping that voice quiet.

That voice was selfish. It wanted her to replace Summer.

She say as she replaces not just Summer but Qrow and Tayang as well.

“Auntie Raven?”

Ruby’s voice snapped the Mercenary leader out of her thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“Can we watch Yang and Robin train?”

Raven smiled softly as she readjusted the toddler in her arms, “Alright. Have you used the bathroom yet?- We don’t want you wetting yourself.”

“That was one time!” Ruby replied. She was pretty smart for a four-year old. Or so Raven assumed. She wasn’t around kids enough to know what was going on. She remembered having a small party for Ruby’s birthday not too long ago. A village let them have a small celebration.

Yang had went out and found some flowers, and Robin had made a small stone statute of a rose. Yang would be turning six in a few months. Maybe the two of them could start talking about weapons. Robin has been teaching Yang a little hand-to-hand.

Raven felt a presence when she and Ruby arrived at the place where Yang and Robin were training. It almost felt… familiar. She looked at Ruby, and felt that her aura was warmer.

After a long while, Ruby started dozing off, and Raven decided that it was enough excitement for the day, and started heading back to her tent.

Tucking Ruby in, she felt that warm aura again. She knew that it felt familiar. She knew whose aura it was. And maybe… Maybe now it was time to accept it.

Summer was- is with her. Watching over her. Her and the kids.

At least, that was what she felt she had to accept.

Perhaps she was hallucinating.

Again.

Yes, yes Raven is hallucnating.

She isn’t some misunderstood, tortured loner. The moment Ruby reminder her of Summer, Raven nuked her in the face. She gaslighted Yang and tried to manipulate her into turning against her own sister and uncle. She ditched Yang FOR A THIRD TIME to save her own hide.

She;s a selfish bitch.

“It’s not your fault auntie…”

Raven didn’t try to respond to Ruby at this point. It was a hard day for all of them. Despite it being her blade, Ruby didn’t blame her. Raven felt that she should be blamed though.

Robin was dead.

It was a hard decision to make. Raven had brought Yang with her on the hunt, and Yang was busy keeping an eye on Ruby. That’s when they attacked.

A group sent by Ozpin had came in and tried to not only take away the girls, but also tried to take away Robin.

Since there was nobody that Raven trusted to help heal her, Raven had tried to rush back to the camp, or a village.

But Robin’s wounds were too great. Too severe. If she went to Tai, the girls would be in danger of being taken away from her, and brainwashed into being Ozpin’s puppets. Qrow was the same story.

So she cared so little about this person that instead of sucking up her pride and getting some help since it might result her crime being undone, she lets her die in agony.

Wonderful.

She had been an idiot. She should have left Yang and Ruby at the camp so that she could have portaled over to them.

Robin had asked- begged for Raven to end the pain. She had reached for the blade, and before Raven could stop her…

Robin was gone.

Yang was the Spring Maiden now.

And despite all of it… Ruby didn’t blamed her for not being able to stop Robin.

Raven needed time. And she knew that she couldn’t take long. It was only a year ago when Yang and Ruby had lost Summer, and now…

Raven needed time. She had said so. She had a person that would take care of them.

Yang and Ruby had gone to their tent. It wasn’t too extravagant. But it was nice. It was close to Raven’s.

“Summer… What am I supposed to do now?”

Raven had long given up fighting the hallucination of Summer that had haunted her. It wasn’t going away, and Raven had come to accept it. There were times when she almost believed that it wasn’t a hallucination. But her rationale wouldn’t let her believe that her partner’s spirit was actually there with her.

Why? Why couldn’t she save those she cared about?- She could only do it one time. Every time she tried, it only worked the first time.

It was too much. Maybe she was only capable of saving people once, and that was it.

How about,you know, acting in the interest of others and not yourself?

Also: Raven is officially mentally ill. She outright admits it.

“No it isn’t.”

“What took you so long?” Raven looked at the hallucination. Summer was still as beautiful as she remembered. A little transparent, but she could still see her.

“I wanted to make sure you wanted me.” Summer replied.

“Robin’s dead, Sum…” Raven muttered, “She… I… I couldn’t save her.”

“How is Yang taking it?”

“She’s with another member. I’m not sure how she’s handling it, but…”

“-Raven?” Another tribe member started, “May I come in?”

Raven looked to her side and noticed that Summer had disappeared. Sighing, she looked back, “Yes. What is it?”

“It’s… It’s Yang. It’s her eyes… They’re-”

“Let me see for myself.” Raven got up, “I should be able to handle it, and she could probably use someone to help her get through this.”

Yeah, this is just another reason why Raven shouldn’t be allowed to raise kids.

Raven had found Yang on the edge of a cliff nearby the camp. The girl was staring off into the distance.

“Yang?”

“What do you want?”

Raven had expected this. She knew about how much Yang looked up to Robin, and how much the two cared for each other. She didn’t know how to handle a situation like this. First Summer, then her home on patch, and now Robin. Raven didn’t want to know how Yang would react if she lost anything else.

“I wanted to check up on you.”

“So you do it now, huh?” Yang replied.

Raven sighed, “Yang… You’re strong. A lot stronger than me. I guess… I guess I thought that you didn’t need me as often as your sister. I was wrong. I want you to know that. And I know how much Robin meant to you. If you’re angry at me, then-”

“I’m not angry at you for not saving her.” Yang cut off.

Raven was surprised. She had understood why Ruby had forgiven her, but Yang?- She was a bag of emotions, nobody knew what they were getting when they grabbed one.

“You aren’t?”

“I’m mad at you for not killing those huntsmen that killed her.” Yang ground out, “Why?! Why couldn’t you just make them suffer? Just a little bit…” She started crying.

So under Taiyang’s care Yang was an altruistic woman with abig heart and tried her best to be a good person.

Under Raven’s she’s now a sadist. At age 6.

Fucking wonderful.

Raven was stunned. She had done her absolute best to make sure that Yang wouldn’t fall to the talons of vengeance, and now she had failed. She reached over, and embraced Yang, who had stopped crying for a moment only to start crying harder.

“Yang… revenge is hardly worth it.” Raven explained, “Don’t make the mistakes I did.”

“I don’t care.” Yang choked through, “They took her away from us… from me. She was like a sister to me, and now…” Yang shook her head.

“I want them to suffer.”

“Yang, there’s an old saying,” Raven started, “Before setting out for revenge, you should dig two graves-”

“We already dug one. It was Robin’s.” Yang snarled, “What’s one more?”

“Yang. One grave is for the person you want to kill. The other is for you. Revenge is a never-ending cycle.” Raven chastised, “What you really need is justice.”

“You never felt vengeful?” Yang accused.

Raven looked on to see Summer’s ‘ghost’ trying to comfort Yang. It was a sweet gesture, even if it was just a hallucination of her doing so.

“Every day.”

And look at the result.

If Raven actually cared about Yang not being vengeful, she wouldn’t have STOLEN her and Ruby in the first place as her revenge.

When Ozpin had gotten the report, he was dissatisfied. The goal was to rescue Ruby and her sister and get the Spring Maiden on their side. It wasn’t to mortally wound said maiden.

The war against the grimm was a difficult one, and what he needed to end his curse was a Silver Eyed Warrior to defeat Salem.

But Raven had been selfish. She had taken them away. Not only was his best chance of defeating Salem gone, but Tai and Qrow were constantly pushing themselves to their very limits to try to find the girls.

It was likely that the Spring Maiden had been trained to think of a certain person when in near-death situations, so the Maiden had to still be in the tribe.

Ozpin wanted out. He wanted to be free from this plane of existence.

Pretty sure Ozpin would care more about the innocent children being kidnapped from their family than his own bullshit.

“Professor Ozpin,” Glynda’s voice came over the intercom, “It’s Taiyang and Qrow. They wish to speak with you on the progress on finding the girls.”

Ozpin sighed, “Let them in.” he said, as he sat back down in his chair.

After a few seconds of waiting, the T and Q of team STRQ finally wandered into the room.

“I understand that you two are aware why you’re here?”

“I just want to see my girls again.”

“And we will do that. But first, there’s another matter to deal with. The Spring Maiden died when we sent the Huntsman Team out there to find and retrieve her as well as find Yang and Ruby.”

“And?”

“The Maiden was with the tribe. While it’s likely that she had a bond with someone there, that tribe wasn’t as close to each other, so the Maiden might be out there somewhere. We can’t dismiss the idea that the Maiden might be among them.”

“This doesn’t have anything to do with getting my girls back.” Tai pointed out, “I want to find them now!”

“Qrow, do you have any contact with your sister?”

“I don’t have a sister. Not anymore. Not after she took the kids.”

“Qrow.”

“Yeah yeah. I’ll see if there’s some way to contact her.”

“Try to get the kids back.”

“I doubt Raven would be so willing to give them up so easily. She gets some bargaining chips with them.”

“At least try.”

Not even gonna try to show Ozpin calming and reassuring Taiyang like he’s ALWAYS done? Or Qrow giving any kind of shits about his brother in law’s emotional state? Yay...

And here’s a man whose hysterical at the loss of kids who were taken from him after losing his second wife and I’m suppose to side with the kidnapper?

“You wanted to see me?” Raven asked as she settled into the bar that Qrow had requested they meet at.

“Yep.” The place was pretty sparse. Raven had insisted that Qrow come alone, and Qrow had requested the same.

Both of them had their weapons on them as well. No matter what, Raven and Qrow both wanted to keep the battle limited to a one-on-one fight.

“I’m not giving them up.”

“Then I guess visitation rights are off the table then?” Qrow snarked.

“I’m not against it.”

This took Qrow by surprise, “Really?- I thought that-”

“You thought what, Qrow?- That I was using Yang and Ruby as living weapons?- That I didn’t care about their safety?”

Considering you took them back to your bandit camp which regularly attracts Grimm, let Yang wander around in Grimm infested woods and stole them which SHOULD leave Yang with psychological an emotional scarring-

Yes.

“If you did, then you wouldn’t have taken them!” Qrow accused.

“I did that to make sure that they wouldn’t be turned into living weapons!” Raven snarled.

Bull fucking shit. This is the same woman who tried gaslighting Yang in Volume 5.

“Oh here we go! Just because Ozpin was the one who gave Summer the mission, doesn’t mean he treats everyone like a living weapon!”

“No. He treats them like pawns.“ Raven clarified, “Like pieces on a chess board. Some pieces more valuable and useful than others. And I won’t let you, or Ozpin make Ruby and Yang into pieces in his deranged chess game against the goddamned Grimm Queen. I’m giving them the chance to avoid being placed on the board, a thing none of us got. Not you, not Tai, not me, and… not her…”

Except if that were true-

Why doesn’t he just declare open war on Salem? I mean, a person who sees people as pawns doesn’t care if a few thousand pawns get killed. And he’s always shown to respect the autonomy of other people. So I call bullshit.

Especially coming from someone whose a mass murderer AND a gaslighting emotionally abusive parent.

Raven barely whispered that last part, but Qrow knew who she was talking about.

“You don’t get to use that excuse. What if Yang and Ruby want to become huntresses?- Are you just going to stomp out their dreams like that?”

“As far as I’m aware, Yang would likely rush Ozpin, and start beating him while demanding the names and addresses of the hunter team that killed Robin.” Raven replied, “I’m doing that old bastard a favor by making sure that he doesn’t start assimilating a new body in the near future. As for Ruby… She can attend any school that isn’t Beacon. I hear Shade’s a good academy.”

Yeah because you’re brainwashing her. Great job, proving Qrow right. Also, apparent RUby can do whatever she wants...so long as you approve. Nice freedom. What’s wrong, scared Ruby would learn that you’ve been lying to her and stole her and her sister from their family?

Also he doesn’t assimilate jackshit, you manipulate bitch.

“You would say that. And who’s Robin?”

“Of course you wouldn’t treat her as a person. You work for Ozpin.” Raven muttered, “Robin was the Spring Maiden, a dear ally, and the closest person Yang had to an older sister. And the team Ozpin sent got her killed. It took me a month to find the paperwork proving that it was him and not you or Tai.”

You killed that ‘dear ally’ for power in canon. I don’t believe that for a second.

“I take it that that Robin chick didn’t like Yang so much, so the power didn’t go to her?”

Raven glared. She knew that if Yang had heard that, Qrow’s feet would be encased in ice while he would be taking a beating.

Funny how Yang’s anger issues have only gotten worse compared to her canon counterpart. Almost like you’re a shit mom.

But she couldn’t reveal that.

“Did I touch a nerve, Rae?” Qrow taunted.

“Once we get to our intended destination, I’ll portal over to Tai for discussions on visitations.”

Raven looked behind her brother. She saw ‘Summer’ motioning for her to go in for the metaphorical kill.

“And now, I’d say that you go back to your feather-crested journal. I’m sure you’d complain all about your murder in it.”

Qrow paused for a moment. Summer had given that to him as a gift, and he had never shared it with anyone outside of her.

“How did you…”

It was too late.

Raven had portaled away.

“Dammit, Branwen! You were supposed to give us the signal for when she was going to use her semblance! What happened?”

“Sorry.” Qrow said into his communications device, “It looks like Raven went through my stuff, and caught me off-guard or something.”

“Great. Y’know Ozpin is still on our case about not getting that girl back alive. Dunno why he wanted that specific girl, but now we have no idea what to do now.”

“Cool your ass, Avel. I’m sure you and team APLE are on edge as much as the next. But you killing her means that we don’t know where a… certain asset is. Oz is just worried.”

“He sounded more angry and enraged than he did worried.”

“Then you probably weren’t good enough.”

Funny because between the two of them, Raven’s the immature whiny bitch.

Also Raven is still delusional as fuck.

“Radon, how is Yang holding up?”

“She’s been training with a variety of weaponsss. I’m rather scared of what kind of weapon she’ll ultimately end up making.”

“Any favorites so far?”

“She seems to favor a lot of swords and blades, but she also practices with gauntlets.” The beaver faunus rubbed his side, “She managed to knock me around with those gauntlets of hers.”

“Just the gauntlets?”

Radon nodded.

“Where is she now?”

“She said she wanted to do some exercises in her tent. Are you sure about this Raven?- You said that you wanted to keep her off the path of revenge, but right now-”

“I’m trying to keep her from getting killed. I can’t do that if she’s not prepared. I tried so hard to stop her from this, but now…”

Raven shook her head, “I’ll take a look. Where’s Ruby?”

“She’s off gathering berries with the other kids. This tribe is becoming more and more like an orphanage.“

“Is that a problem, Radon?”

“Not at all. After all, I heard from some of the elders that that was how you came in.”

“Hmm.” Raven went off to find Yang. Hopefully, she could keep her off the path just a little bit.

Hopefully.

So great, Raven brainwashing MORE kids. At least it sounds like she didn’t kidnap those kids...

And so that’s the story of Kidnapping Not-Mom Fake Summer if we were to give this an accurate title. Because in honesty, Raven kidnapped RUby and Yang, she isn’t a mother and this isn’t even Raven but rather Summer Rose transplanted in Raven.

And this is why I hate Raven Stans.

#dudeblade #taiyang xiao long #qrow branwen #professor ozpin

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themarchblessing · 6 years

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EPILOGUE

Dos Años Más Tarde...

COREY

“Oh..Elle!” I called out. Hopping off the last step I made a quiet advance toward the kitchen. When I stepped inside I instantly went to the pantry. The door is cracked and I can see the pink glitter from Elle’s slippers surrounding the bottom of the door. I decided that I would play with her a bit longer just so she thinks she’s gotten over on me.

“Oh princess Ellena! Where is my beautiful princess?” I called again. Faint giggles from the kitchen almost made me burst into laughter. I’ve come up with all kinds of silly names for Elle and she loves them all. Her favorite is princess. She giggles up a storm when I call her that. And if I call out to her in a funny voice, she’ll definitely laugh.

I stumbled around the house for another ten minutes winding back up in front of the pantry. “I wonder where she is.” I mumbled. Dramatically pulling the door back I spotted Elle holding her jar of cookies, crushing them. “Well would you look at that. The princess got hungry huh?”

She turned her head up at me and did exactly as I thought she would. “Ow me.” she cheesed, pushing her hair out of her face.

“Oh yeah I found you alright. You gonna share some with me? You gonna share with papa?” I asked, leading her out of the closet. Closing the door I took Elle out to the back porch. We lay in the hammock watching people walk down to the beach.

“Daddy..” She said.

Looking at her I opened my mouth to accept the cookie she was giving me. She used my head for support as we took in the beautiful view from here. Seeing my daughter grow up before my eyes over these last two years has really turned me into a soft ass man. Elle gets whatever she wants from me because she’s the baby. Just like her mother and Zay I buy it all. If Elle asks, she gets. I can’t say no to her. Sabrina and sometimes Zay have to step in and be the enforcers so the balance of power is just right.

I’ve also gotten extremely close with Izaiah over the last year. He’s been curious to know about his childhood and how he got here. Sabrina faced one of her biggest fears and had that talk with him. Zay had a lot of questions and Lori provided him with more than enough in response. He still gets a little upset every now and then when he realizes that I wasn’t around to watch him grow up for so many years. Like when Elle said her first word, took her first steps, stood up on her own, and things like that, Zay will distance himself from us.

I never take his anger to heart but I do empathize with my son. And I also feel angry with myself at times for the same reason. All I have been doing is reminding my boy how much I love him, how proud of him I am, and that I promise to be there for him until I’m no longer living. When Zay does get in one of his moods, Sabrina gets really emotional because she blames herself for it all. She puts all the blame on herself for Izaiah and I building our relationship when he was six instead of when he was a baby. I then have to remind Lori that the way our lives ran its course is not her fault.

We’ve both had numerous conversations about accepting our separate journeys for what the are. Neither of us can change the past but we are learning to live with our paths in life.

“Papa, is mama?” Elle asked, sharing the other half of her cookie with me.

“She’s out shopping but she’ll be back soon. You miss mama?” Lifting my hand I ran my hand over and through her curls. She and Zay both have hair like their mama. Sabrina has these pretty, deep set shaped curls that never lose their shape. In fact after she had Elle, her hair got even curlier, kinkier too. Izaiah has much looser curls that he shockingly still doesn’t want to cut off. And Elle, well her locks are kind of a mix of Zay and her mother. She’s the lightest of the family, complexion wise. Diane is definitely the reason behind my daughters skin tone.

“Yeah.” She nodded.

Elle and I chilled outside for a good while enjoying this weather. Izaiah came home and was in a super good mood so I took the kids to the beach. Elle loves playing in the sand. She always asks me to pick up seashells with her and of course I help her. Every time we leave the beach with new shells I clean them, dry them, and set them in this big glass vase in her bedroom. She’s got these shelves on her wall that we house her favorite things on. Her seashells being one of her top favorite things in the world. I’m sure she’ll ask to count them all out some day.

Because Elle is evolving as a child so rapidly we often let her pick out her outfits now. She likes having a sense of herself when she gets dressed. As her parents, Bri and I feel it’s important to give her the chance to choose what she wears. Two days out of the week she will only wear this one particular set of pajamas all day long. Ravyn came to visit for Elle’s birthday last year and gifted her a set of footie pajamas that have bunny ears and a fake tail. Elle instantly asked for Sabrina to change her clothes. So in the middle of unwrapping her gifts she got changed into her bunny pajamas.

Another big change aside from her trying to talk more is that she’s teething really bad and we’re in the potty training stage. Her gums have been so inflamed for the last couple of weeks because she’s got more teeth coming in. So being that she’s in so much oral pain I give her a lot of soft foods. Yogurt, peaches, bread, grapes, macaroni and cheese is her favorite now, ice cream and just anything that won’t hurt her gums more.

Bri hates that I let Elle eat the way she does but nothing else helps to soothe her mouth. When she starts crying Bri will try and use this safe to swallow ointment that Elle’s pediatrician gave us but lil mama can’t stand it. We hate seeing her fuss about her incoming teeth so we just let her eat all the soft foods she likes. As far as the potty training goes baby girl is getting the hang of it pretty well. I cry sometimes watching her reach certain goals. She’s our little girl and the sight of her growing up scares me.

By the time we got back in the house it was well after sunset. Izaiah ducked off to take his shower leaving me the time to bathe Elle. She more so ended up playing with her toys for the first half of the bath. Then she started fussing about how cold she was so I made her put her toys up so she could get clean.

Picking up her nightgown I fitted it over her head, fanning out the fabric around her little body. Elle went into another one of her baby rampages where she mentioned food and some other things I didn’t quite understand. Once her hair was brushed and she had her favorite princess shoes on, it was dinner time.

I still cook most of the time and I still don’t mind. Truthfully I enjoy cooking more today than I ever have. Being able to feed my family brings me the greatest sense of pride and happiness. Elle and Zay are in the kitchen with me every time we’re about to eat. Elle usually watches us while she plays with her makeshift kitchen toys.

Sometimes Sabrina is down here with us and other times she’s sleeping. Ever since we broke Elle off from breastfeeding, Lori has been napping a lot more. Seeing Elle come off the boob was a huge milestone for us as parents. Sabrina expected to breastfeed for at least a year but that went on to being one year and ten months. Sabrina feels like her old self again not having to share her body anymore. Except with me of course. Now that our kids no longer need their mama to supply them with nutrition, I get all of my wife back. Every square inch of Sabrina Delores Howard is mine and I’m thrilled. She makes constant jokes about how I used to get jealous when Elle wanted to feed for hours. Technically her body was Zay’s first, then it became mine, and then Elle arrived but she’s all mine again.

“Guys!” Mommy’s home. Elle sat upright and turned around looking for her mama. “Donde estan todos!” Bri sang cheerily.

“Mama..” she mumbled. Her arm was outstretched as she kept a lookout. I couldn’t help but smile at how badly Elle wants to see Lori.

“Sit still baby so you don’t fall. Zay, I got this. Go make sure she doesn’t try to jump off the counter.” I can handle dinner by myself right now but I need to make sure Elle won’t hurt herself waiting to see her mom. Zay stood directly in front of Elle to keep her entertained for the time being. Although she realized her brother was the distraction she enjoyed the attention.

Izaiah adores the hell out of his baby sister. She is the perfect child in his eyes. For a boy he doesn’t mind letting Elle play in his room all day long if she tries. He reads to her, watches movies with her if me and Bri are too tired or I’m working on a project or something. He’ll help her eat, brush her hair, and whatever else she wants to do. For a kid who’s on his way to going through puberty in a few short years, he’s not a dick to her. Which is a good sign on Lori’s and especially mine’s behalf. My dad didn’t allow me to be that stereotypical angry black boy. He made sure I used my manners, respected family, worked for everything I wanted and was always kind to loved ones.

The same way my dad was with me, I’m like that with my son. He’s always been a nice kid but the influences of today’s world and kids his own age could change that. Not with who Izaiah’s parents are. We aren’t raising a dickhead for a son.

Lori rounded the corner looking as beautiful as always. The lights caught her rings and then I noticed she did something to her hair. She had her hair blown out looking dark brown with blond-ish highlights fading out towards the end of her hair. Putting the bread in the oven I shut the door and went to take these bags off Bri’s hands.

“Thank you, this stuff is heavy.” She said right away.

“What you got in here anyway?” I asked. Bri kissed me softly and began getting comfortable.

“More pull ups, a few cleaning supplies, and some groceries. You’re cooking early?”

“Thank your daughter. She was getting ready to throw a fit after her bath so I went ahead and got started. She’s been waiting on you. You changed your hair. What for?” Putting only the groceries she brought away I washed my hands and went right back to cooking.

“Yeah..I wanted to do something a little different. I’ve never colored my hair before so I took a risk. You like it?” Looking up from the cutting board I nodded.

“Yeah I like it. It’s different but it suits you.”

“Thank you. Three hours is how long I sat on my butt for her to do this.” She huffed, going over to where Zay and Elle were. “Hi mama’s babies. I missed you guys so much.” They soaked up every second of Lori’s affection. Zay talked her briefly as he came back over to join me.

“When is it due?” Bri asked picking Elle up off the counter.

“Next month. My teacher is giving us three weeks to work on it but I’m already half way done.” Zay checked on the bread first and then he went into the refrigerator to take something out.

“You smell so good my love. You have fun with your daddy and bubba?” Bri smothered lil mama in kisses as she sat across from me.

“Yeah.” Elle nodded.

“How’s your mouth, baby? Is it still hurting?”

“Yeah.” She replied again sounding sleepy.

“Can mommy see?” Elle let Bri check inside her mouth to look for any new signs of teeth.

“Nothing yet?” I spoke up.

Bri told Elle to close her mouth since she was all done. “No sign of her back molars yet but I can tell where they’re going to come in. Her bottom gums are red again.” Bri took out some applesauce and began feeding it to Elle. “I hope this doesn’t last much longer. I hate seeing her in pain.” Bri complained.

“It’ll pass. And besides all her teeth are almost in. She’ll be okay as long as you keep that stuff out of her mouth.” I warned in reference to that cream.

“I know she hates it but that’s what it’s for Corey. She used to be okay with it.” Bri frowned briefly letting her face settle after about a minute. “Here baby..” spooning more applesauce into Elle’s mouth Bri picked up a nearby rag to place over her clothes. Elle can be a messy eater in this terrible two stage that she’s in.

We’ve had enough outfit changes from feedings alone to supply four families with for a whole winter season. That’s how badly Elle can ruin her clothes. And it only happens when she tries to consume too much at once or when she feeds herself. She’s getting much better with getting the spoon in her mouth with all the food on it though. I do give her that.

“How’s your mom doing? Is she ready to move down here?” Bri’s mom has to move close to us due to her health declining. Bri puts a brave face in front of the kids but when it’s just us, she breaks down quite often.

Sighing deeply, Bri finished feeding Elle in silence. I saw what me asking did to her mood so I put that conversation on the back burner until we get alone. I don’t want her to be upset about her mom in front of the kids so I changed the subject. Izaiah noticed and jumped in to help me out.

Sabrina didn’t say much when it was time to eat. She was silent setting up our table, fixing Elle, Izaiah’s and my plate. When we all sat down she was completely tuned in to assisting the baby with her food. Every so often she would respond to something that one of us said so she didn’t mentally shut everyone out. She was on her way to helping Zay with his school work until I stepped in. I let Bri have some time to herself hoping that by the time I get in the room she’ll be in a better mood.

“Is mom okay?” Putting away his art supplies for his project Izaiah sat back on his bed.

Sitting forward with my elbows on my knees I cupped my hands over my mouth.

“Dad?” Zay called quietly. He carefully got off the bed not wanting to wake up lil mama. It’s past her bedtime and if she wakes up it’s going to be damn near impossible to get her down again. Zay closed his door and stood in front of me. “What’s wrong with mama? Is she mad at you?” He asked.

“Nah. She’s not mad at anybody. Your grandma is moving down here to be closer to us. However, it’s the reason behind grandma’s move here that has your mom so upset.” I explained.

“Is grandma sick?”

“Yeah, she’s not doing too well. She’ll be here by the end of the month and it’s scaring your mom. So if you ever see her get really quiet or distant, or she looks like she’s about to cry, be her shoulder. Do whatever you have to to ensure that your mom knows you love her. I’d never wish anything bad on anyone we love but if something does happen to your grandmother, mommy is gonna need a lot of love. From me, you, and Elle. She needs us right now.”

The tightness in my chest and that massive urge to throw up hit me like a ton of bricks. I can’t believe I just said that out loud. I never ever wish any negativity on those I care about. But the reality of the situation is the that Diane isn’t as healthy as she used to be. Losing her husband did her in. That’s when she started to go downhill emotionally. Sabrina’s father dying really affected Diane to her core.

I guess talking about my mother-in-law hit more nerves than I thought. I didn’t start crying in front of my kids because I fought the urge with all my might. I talked to Izaiah for a while about how he can help comfort Bri if she starts to lose it. Elle is back in her bed sound asleep. Now it’s time to check on Sabrina. Walking down the hall I stepped in the room sensing a lot of weird energy.

“Bri?” I said. Turning the corner I walked to the bathroom to find Lori standing in the shower, motionless. She was facing the backyard letting the water pour out over her head. I gave her company whether she was prepared for it or not.

I stepped behind her tracing over her tattoos. She noticeably relaxed under my touch. Seeing her react to my sense of touch hit me deeply, making me understand just how much of an effect on my girl I have.

“I can’t lose her Corey.” She sniffled. “I can’t lose her too.”

I knew this would happen. I knew mentioning her mother earlier on would cause her to break down once she wasn’t in front of Elle or Izaiah. It’s not in my nature to sugar coat but the first thought that came to mind would hurt her feelings. Now is not the time for me to blunt but I can’t mask my honesty.

So rather than causing my wife more hurt I said this instead, “you’ll never lose her. She’s always gonna be with you Sabrina. Always. Just like your dad. Everyday since he’s been watching over you, helping to guide you and protect you.”

“My tio said she’s happy to be moving down here. I however thinks she’s in denial about the meaning behind her relocation. I just hope she can handle this transition okay. After all she’s leaving behind her home and the life she’s known for so long.” Bri threw her head back, squeezing the bridge of her nose with her eyes shut.

Using my hands to gather her hair I set it over her shoulder leaving me plenty of area to play with. “She’s gonna be okay. She’s got a hell of a daughter looking after her. And I know she loves you so much.”

“I just don’t know how I’m gonna deal with losing another parent. And I don’t need you to tell me that death is inevitable because I know that. But that doesn’t make loss any less painful.” Bri turned around to face me. I could see the pain in her eyes as she decreased any space between us. Her head fell to my shoulder, one arm she threw behind my back, and the other across my free shoulder.

“Why are you thinking about losing her already? I could see if your mom was laid up in a hospital but she’s not. She’s still in her prime and you have to believe that. Stop getting ahead of yourself and just live in the moment.” I advised hugging her back. As we stood here chest to chest I thought over possible ways to make Diane’s move easy for us all. After all these years of being in the states, mama Guerrero is coming back to live in her home country.

Somewhere deep down inside I know Lori is happy to have her mother close to her again. It was my idea to get Diane a house just twenty minutes from ours to begin with. The idea came from Lori storming in the house, screaming about her mom going to the ER. This was on the first of this month. She was beyond panicking. Sabrina was all “we have to go” and “we can’t stay here anymore”. Basically saying we need to move to California.

I was against it only because of Izaiah and Elle. Izaiah has moved around and switched schools enough. Even though Ellena is still very young I couldn’t bare the pain of turning her world upside down. A move would only confuse and upset her. I didn’t want to put our kids through a drastic change in lifestyle regardless of how young they are. Sabrina and I have worked very hard on our home and to maintain the lifestyle we’ve grown so accustomed to.

“No matter what happens Lori, I got you for life.” I vowed. Lifting the arm she had on my shoulder I kissed her hand and each of her fingers.

Bri fingered the back of my neck melting in my embrace. “And I thank you. You know you’re never leaving me right?” She stated. Her sass does nothing short of turn me on.

“Why would I ever want to? You ain’t going nowhere either. You’re stuck with me forever. Your soul wouldn’t be able to rest without mine anyways so be ready for the rest of our lives and afterlife to be just like this. I was the first and the last to ever put a ring on your finger and give you beautiful babies. Ain’t no nigga other than me raising my kids.” I joked.

Lori fell out laughing cause she knows I’m right and seeing her happy is all I ever want.

“Ay, eres un pesado..” Standing up right Lori ran her fingers through my hair. The act was relaxing enough to make me close my eyes. “Your mom told me that I’m the best partner she’s ever seen you with. And we both know there have been a lot of women.”

“A hell of a lot of you.” I nodded. She slapped my shoulder because of what I said.

“Anyways...she’s very proud that you quit hoeing around and settled down. So is your dad.”

“I wasn’t hoeing around. I wasn’t content keeping any old girl around. Settling is not my style. Maybe testing the waters and seeing what else is out there but never settle.”

“What about me?”

Opening one eye I saw how serious she was. Quickly I looked at her through both eyes and told her, “you my love are an exception. The difference between you and the rest of them is that I didn’t have to find you. You were always there and I couldn’t be happier for it.”

She smirked. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhm. We’re gonna last. I know that for sure. But you will always be my best friend Lori. First and foremost. That’s not gonna change for anybody or anything.” I have no doubts that Sabrina and I will be each other’s last. No doubts whatsoever.

The End.

#the march blessing #short story

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konyah · 6 years

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Beginnings

Chapter 12 – Growth

Summary: She won’t stay a baby forever.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.

Chapter one HERE | Previous Chapter HERE | AO3 | Part of Origins series

A/N: Motivation has hit me like a wrecking ball. Enjoy!

Within two-ish months, the two had finally found a home. It was in their ideal neighborhood, close to the hospital (for when Sakura decided to go back to work), and a decent size. While it was a little out of their price range, they were grateful that they were approved for a decent loan (mainly due to Sakura having a good credit score, especially compared to Sasuke’s non-existent one).

Of course, all of their friends and Sakura’s family offered to help them move in. With their assistance, they were able to get everything set up by the end of the day.

Sasuke was reflecting on this day seven months later. It was right after New Years, and he could easily say this was more than just a house. He couldn’t help but to gaze lovingly at the Uchiha crest on his wife’s back as she was dusting a random shelf. He was pulled back from thoughts when she spoke up.

“What should we get Naruto and Hinata as a gift for their baby? It’s going to be a boy, and he should be here in a month.” She continued her chore, not even turning around, “Like, what’s a gift that we would’ve wanted?”

“I don’t know.” Sasuke shrugged, “A gift card? Some extra diapers?”

Sakura sighed, “He’s your best friend, Anata. It should be more thoughtful than that.”

“Let’s go shopping tomorrow and look around a bit…” Sasuke’s attention was turned to where their nine month old was sitting.

Was sitting.

She has since perfected crawling, especially at a fast speed. She had silently migrated over to a plant that apparently looked rather tasty to her. Sarada was just about put the leaf into her mouth, that is, until Sasuke rushed to scooped her up. In the process, she dropped the leaf.

Her hands reached out to it in a tantrum as she cried, “Papa! No!”

Sakura spun around so fast she almost became dizzy, and Sasuke’s eyes went wide.

Immediately, they hugged and kissed Sarada, letting her know how incredibly smart she was. They were beyond overjoyed by what she had just said. Sarada’s tears stopped, but only out of confusion.

“You cheated, Anata.” Sakura playfully pouted, “I was hoping her first words would be Mama!”

Her first words.

~ Three months later, Sakura, Temari, Ino, and Karui were all in the kitchen, preparing for the party. Their husbands, Kakashi, and Tsunade sat in the main living space while the children played. Rounds of laughter, stories, and random chatter filled the air, only to be temporarily interrupted by knocking.

“Oh, that’s probably Naruto and Hinata…” Sakura walked out to the living space with slightly dirty hands, “Anata, do you mind answering the door?”

He nodded, though as he almost approached the door, Naruto opened it himself.

“Dobe,” Sasuke smiled, “You can’t just enter people’s homes like that.”

“You invited us over, and the door was unlocked, y’know.” He chuckled, holding the door open so Hinata could easily enter with the baby carrier.

“Sorry we’re late,” Hinata shyly bowed, “Boruto ended up having a small accident, so that threw us off by an hour.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Sasuke nodded, “We haven’t eaten yet, and I think they’re finishing Sarada’s birthday cake now.”

Once situated, Naruto sat in a chair next to Boruto’s carrier (which was placed on the ground) while Hinata joined the other girls in the kitchen.

Sarada’s attention was grabbed by the infant. He was almost two months old, and the smallest baby she had ever seen. Clumsily, she used the item nearest to her (which happened to be Kakashi’s leg) to stand up, and took confident steps to investigate.

Sasuke almost gasped, “Sakura! Come here!”

“What is it?” Almost running, she walked out of the kitchen, “No way!” She smiled from ear to ear as Sarada carefully stepped past her to get to Boruto, “We were starting to get worried! Most babies begin walking by eleven months!”

Sarada’s black eyes were open in awe at Boruto as she awkwardly crouched next to him.

“He’s handsome, right?” Naruto chuckled in amusement, “This must be love at first sight, eh, Sasuke?” Naruto looked at Sasuke right as the Uchiha glared at him.

In that moment, everyone watched, almost in shock, as Sarada raised her hand in a motion to smack the baby Uzumaki across his face. Instinctively, Naruto put his arm out to protect his son while Sakura scooped up her daughter.

“…Or not.” Naruto had a sheepish grin. Sasuke’s glare turned into a glint of pride.

“Sarada!” Sakura gently scolded her daughter, “We don’t hit! Especially babies.” Sarada frowned, almost crying.

“Maybe she’s jealous that she’s not that little anymore.” Tsunade teased as Sarada’s tears fell with little sobs.

“Oh, look, Sakura. You made her cry! On her birthday, after she just took her first steps!” This time, Ino teased.

Sakura ignored both of them, holding Sarada close to soothe her.

Her first steps.

Over a year and a half passed since then, and Sasuke found himself loving being a father more and more as the days went on.

Sasuke was laying on the sofa while reading a book, as Sarada sat on his stomach to watch one of her favorite children’s TV programs. It was occaisionally uncomfortable, especially when she would shift positions.

“I’m home!” Sakura called into the house as she took off her shoes, “And I have supper!”

Sarada excitedly wiggled off of Sasuke’s belly and ran to the door, “Mama! Welcome home!” She hugged Sakura’s legs before being picked up. Sasuke walked up to them not too much later, taking the bags of food from her hands.

“I didn’t feel like cooking.” She chuckled, “Long day at the hospital.”

“You could’ve texted me to cook.” He also took the lab coat off her shoulders.

“Eh, you were busy with watching Sarada.” She smiled as she walked towards the kitchen, “Besides, it sounded good to me.”

“Hm.” He shared her smile, thinking it sounded good too.

As Sakura set up the food (which didn’t take long at all), Sasuke put Sarada in her high chair.

“You two can go ahead and start eating. I’m gonna use the bathroom first.” After that, she disappeared to the restroom.

Not wanting to start himself before Sakura, he decided to work on feeding Sarada instead. Even though she was two and a half and could decently eat, she liked it when her Papa fed her.

When Sakura came back with a confused look, Sasuke asked her what was wrong.

“Did you forget to clean Sarada’s training potty after she used it?” They had been trying to get her to use a toilet for about four months now, to no avail on her own.

“No?” He was just as confused now. The two glanced at Sarada.

“Honey, did you go potty without telling Papa?” Sakura brushed her hands through short black hair.

Sarada nodded, “Yeah! When Papa was reading!”

“Oh my goodness! What a big girl!” Sakura leaned down to kiss her daughter, who giggled with pride, “I’m so proud of you, sweetie! That’s it, we’re gonna celebrate with cake after dinner!”

Sasuke smiled as Sarada cheered. After dinner, they did just that. Sasuke’s slice wasn’t very big, since he didn’t like sweets. When they were done, they bathed Sarada and tucked her into bed for the night. Not much longer after that, Sasuke and Sarada laid down in their own bed.

“I can’t believe how big she’s getting, Anata.” Sakura let out a satisfied sigh, “Already beginning to use the bathroom by herself. It won’t be long before she starts school… I’m happy, but I also miss how little she used to be.”

“Yeah.” Sasuke was on his back, eyes on the ceiling. He let a few seconds of silence pass before speaking up again, “Let’s have another.”

Sakura looked at her husband in shock, “W-What?”

“Since it’s your body, you get to chose.” He turned so they were face to face, “But, I wouldn’t mind if we had another kid.”

She smiled and nodded, “I-I’d love to, Sasuke-kun! I-I can ask Shizune or Ino to take out my IUD tomorrow at work.”

Without wasting a thought, their lips molded effortlessly together. Hands began to explore as Sasuke maneuvered so she was on top. He pushed her panties down effortlessly and began to massage her rear. As she began to kiss down his neck, he pushed her back up.

“I want you to sit on my face.” He almost growled.

“E-Eh?” Sakura blushed, “But I’ve gained wait since having Sarada…”

Their sex life had slowed down a bit after having Sarada, but that didn’t mean it was completely dead. Sasuke definitely still had his desires. Which Sakura could easily see in his mismatched eyes.

With a gulp, she raised herself over his face. Sasuke started by slowly licking around her thighs, his right thumb playing with her pink slit.

“Fuck, you’re wet.” He grunted, wanting nothing more than to burry himself inside her.

“S-Sasuke-kun…” Her voice came out in a soft sigh, “P-Please…”

With that, he ravaged her folds. His tongue teased her opening before circling her clit. For good measure, he pumped two fingers inside of her, curving them just the way she liked.

Sakura did her best to keep her moans somewhat quiet, not wanting to disturb Sarada’s sleeping upstairs. She gyrated against his face, her liquids covering his mouth. At this pace, it wasn’t long before she unraveled before him.

He groaned into her orgasm, the pulsating of her opening driving his mind wild. Every squeeze went straight to his achingly hard cock.

After coming down from her high, Sakura began kissing and biting down his chest, until reaching where he so desperately wanted to be touched. However, the moment she started stroking his length, he had to stop her. Confused, she looked up at him. He gently guided her face up to his mouth to tenderly kiss her.

“I’m too close for foreplay.” He hotly whispered in her ear, a gentle blush against his cheeks, “Let me fuck you.”

Sakura sat up with the evilest expression on her face, “Oh? You’re going to blow your load already?” She chuckled through his glare as she positioned herself on top of him, “How uncool of you.”

“Annoying.” He pushed his cock against her folds, practically begging to enter her.

“Am I now?” She acted like she was going to grant him what he wanted, but instead grinded her clit against him.

“Yes.” He squeezed her ass, his groan almost sounding like pain, “Jus-“ He was interrupted when she suddenly pushed him inside. The moan that came from her lips made his member twitch.

They started out with a lazy pace, Sakura circling around when he was deep inside her. Impatient, Sasuke pulled her head to his so he could pump with fervor.

“Ah!” Her mouth fell open has his cock hit that one spot his fingers couldn’t quite reach, “Fuck, there!” Sakura’s stomach felt like butterflies were tying knots inside her as she began climbing the ladder towards her orgasm. Her nails dug into her husband’s hair to signal that she was close.

Not wanting to be done yet, he flipped their positions, completely pulling out of her.

“Sasuke! No!” She almost cried, “I was so close…”

“Hn.” Payback. “Already? How uncool of you.” He smirked as his cock rubbed against her slick, swollen folds.

“It’s different for me!” She frowned. Honestly, she felt like (playfully) punching him for that stunt, “I can come multiple times, you can maybe orgasm twice in a session.”

He shrugged before sheathing himself within her again. Before bending down so their lips could touch, he put one of her legs over his shoulder to go deeper. She moaned into their kiss, relishing how incredibly good he was at this.

It didn’t take long before both of them were on the brink of their orgasm again. Their pace became sloppy and didn’t match as they were desperate to come. Sakura brought her hand to her clit, causing waves of pleasure to spike through her body. She came with a loud moan, Sasuke following suit soon after with his own grunts.

Their lips met as his warmness spilled inside. Sakura couldn’t help but to curl her toes at the amazing feeling.

Once their breaths slowed back to normal, he slowly pulled out, admiring how incredibly gorgeous his wife was. She was a little curvier after giving birth, breasts maybe a cup size larger. Of course, he could never complain about such a wonderful change.

He hadn’t realized that he was staring for a long time until her hands reached out for him to hold her. Sasuke granted her wish, gently stroking her back until green eyes closed into slumber.

That night, Sasuke couldn’t help but to think how lucky he was. Married to the woman he loved most, with an amazing daughter, and hopes to have another child. Honestly, he still believed he didn’t deserve this. But he still wouldn’t change it for anything.

Sasuke was finally content.

Growth.

Next Chapter

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rockbelric · 6 years

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Written for 503week Day 5: Home!!

Summary: Edward always had such strong, mixed feelings about coming back to Resembool.

Rated: K+

Please let me know what you think!! Enjoy!!

Long train rides with children were never easy. They always had to pee or got hungry or threw a tantrum at the worst times. Traveling with three of them barely under five years old was almost impossible. Luckily, Edward and Winry were pros at it.

“Theo, if the ticket inspector sees you standing on the bench he’s going to give us a talking to.” Winry chastises, adjusting her grip on the sleeping baby in her arms. Their oldest son had his face pressed up against the train window, looking out at the changing scenery.

“Woah, we’re going fast!”

Summer had just begun, and that meant that the Elric-Rockbell family would be migrating over to Resembool for the next three months. They used this time to visit Granny and escape the Rush Valley heat, which was remorseless. Also, it didn’t hurt that Winry got a break from work. She’s been running herself ragged trying to accommodate all her customers before leaving.

“Maybe if we had a private car, like I asked, we wouldn’t have to worry about the ticket inspector yelling at us.” She mused aloud, not directly addressing her husband, though he gets the message.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s not my fault they were all reserved.” He grouses. It’s totally his fault. She asked him to buy the train tickets weeks ago and he forgot, as usual, and bought them last minute, forcing them to sit in an open car. Now the other passengers eye them if the kids or their parents got too loud.

“My butt’s going to hurt after sitting on these uncomfortable benches.”

Theo and Sarah share a laugh at the word butt, looking at their mother. Edward’s busy trying to fold a piece of paper into a crane like Al had demonstrated to him for his daughter. His origami skills sucked ass, but they’re getting better. He had to keep folding the paper over and over again and he was losing his patience. Sarah was watching him intently with her big blue eyes, trying to figure out how he did it.

The kids loved all the cool things their Uncle Al showed them, from alchemy, to martial arts, to the Xingnese he could speak. He was super cool. Not as cool as their dad, of course, but pretty high up there. They couldn’t wait to see him soon.

“That’s it!” Frustrated, Edward balls up the paper and gives up. He took his anger out on the failed design, crunching it up nice and good.

“Papa, I want a bird! That’s not it!” Sarah whines.

“Sorry Bug, here’s a turtle instead.” He hands her the wad of paper. “I’ll make you a crane later.”

Not impressed with the ‘turtle’, Sarah pretends it’s a bird and introduces it to her stuffed animal, playing make believe. Theo is still looking out the window, hypnotized by the scenery whizzing by, silently watching. And thankfully Allen is still snoozing on Winry’s lap.

They won’t arrive until early evening and there are still a couple hours to go. Ed and Winry look at each other, appreciating the moment of peace. The look in her eyes tell him how excited she is to be going back to Resembool, to see Granny. To see Al. His grin gets wider the longer they gaze at each other. He brings his foot up to knock against hers, and they gently play footsie. He’s excited too, she can tell.

Suddenly their eldest interrupts the moment, turning to his mother, “Mom, I have’ta go potty.” He says holding himself and squirming in his seat. “Bad.”

“Ed?” Winry asks her husband who’s already getting up.

“Alright buddy, let’s go find the toilets.” Theo hops from the bench and follows his father down the train car and out to the adjacent one.

Sarah is still babbling to her toy dog and Edward’s paper creation, lost in her fantasy world. Winry looks down at her youngest baby. His cheeks are red and he’s a bit sweaty from being on a hot train, but still knocked out. His mother was smart enough to give him a nice meal before the ride and rock him to sleep so he could go down for a long nap. That way he’d miss a good chunk of the trip and wouldn’t fuss too much.

After a while, Ed and Theo come back from the restroom. Their son yells to his mom that his aim is getting better “I got it all in!” A couple passengers look over to the child loudly sharing his bathroom adventures, giving some choice looks at the family. Ed and Winry laugh and tell him to lower his voice.

“Yay!” Winry cheered softly, trying not to wake Allen, “I’m so proud of you!” She grins at her son who beams back.

They sit back on the bench and after a few minutes Theo asks, “How much longer?” He looks up from the window, bored of the scenery.

“About an hour and a half.” His dad ruffles his hair, “Do you want to help me read?” Edward takes a book out of his suitcase, something about beginner’s alchemy.

“Yeah!”

“Me too!” Sarah scrambles over to her father’s other side, peering at the book in his lap.

Winry watched as Edward steadily explained to their kids what the alchemy book was about, pointing at the pictures and diagrams. They listened intently to him, nodding along when he asked if they understood. Winry figured most of this was going over their heads. They just enjoyed seeing their father speak so passionately about something and wanted to share that with him. She told Edward this once he got offended, saying they were soaking up all this knowledge and would retain it for future use to be alchemical geniuses. It was sweet though, how Ed and the kids humored each other with the idea that they were actually learning about alchemy.

Allen stirred in her arms, waking up and rubbing his eyes. “Hey, sleepyhead.” Winry greeted him. “Did you have a nice nap?” His blue eyes peered at her sleepily as he sucked his pacifier. Still laying in her arms, he looks around the train car, curiously soaking in the new scenery. When he sees his dad and his siblings he twists in her arms, trying to reach out to them with his chubby little hands.

“Dah!” He squeals, getting Ed’s attention.

“Hey! Look who’s up!” Ed reaches out and takes him from Winry and bounces him up and down. Allen was now fully alert, laughing at his dad, his wide grin causes his binky to fall out of his mouth. Ed’s got the baby standing in his lap as he blows air in his face causing him to erupt in delicious baby giggles. Sarah joins in and plays with her little brother, showing him her stuffed dog and then taking him away before he could snatch it. Theo grabs the discarded alchemy book and continues to pretend to read and look at the alchemy symbols, ignoring his families play time.

“Mama,” Sarah says thoughtfully, looking up at Winry, “I wanna ‘nother baby.”

Both parents immediately look at each other in surprise. “But we already have Allen.” Winry says, “Why do you want another one?”

“Cause! I wan’ a girl!” Their daughter says seriously, eyebrows furrowed.

“I don’t know Sara—”

“Maybe someday soon.” Ed cuts in, winking at his daughter.

“Edward!” His wife scolds, “You can’t just make these decisions by yourself!”

Grinning back at her he turns Allen so she’s facing his big blue eyes and chubby cheeks. “Oh, come on Win, we can’t stop at three! Look at how cute our babies are!”

Dammit. Their babies are the cutest. She sighs in defeat when Allen gurgles, almost saying ‘Mama’, “Well besides, Sarah, even if we did have another baby, Mama can’t choose if it’s a boy or a girl.”

All Sarah heard was ‘another baby’. “Yay!”

“I don’t want another baby! We have a lot of babies with Sarah and Allen!” Theo complains.

“‘M not a baby!” Sarah retorts, “I’m a big girl!”

“Are too!” He sticks his tongue out.

“Am not!”

“Stop it!” Winry reprimands. “You’re both acting like babies.” One hard look from Winry and they immediately cease. Ed wishes he had that kind of control over his kids.

The family settles down, Theo and Sarah reluctantly sharing the alchemy book and Edward entertaining the baby. Winry decided to take a little cat nap since no one needed her attention at the moment.

She leaned her head against the window and nodded off. She wasn’t sure how long she was out before she was disturbed by somebody crawling over her.

“Sarah! Leave her alone!” she hears her husband whisper harshly.

Her hair gets tugged and Winry opened her eyes to see her daughter inches from her face peering into her eyes. “Mama, I’m hungry.” Sarah whispers.

“Mmh, Sarah I was sleeping.” Winry mumbles.

“Hey, I told you not to wake her up you little stink.” Edward reprimands his daughter.

Sarah turns and gives him an annoyed look that says, ‘butt out’. Damn, she sure gets a real attitude when she’s hungry and that face surely reminds him of somebody...

Turning back to her mom Sarah whines, “Papa ate all the snacks.” Pushing her bottom lip out.

“That was Theo! And you said you didn’t want any!�� Edward defends himself and turns to his son for backup but all he gets is a shrug.

Winry sits up, “Don’t worry, we’re almost there. Just a little longer, Baby.” She smooths Sarah’s hair back. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the answer her daughter was looking for. Huffing, Sarah forces her way in between Winry and the window so she can turn her back on her family who betrayed her in her time of need. She furrows her brow while clutching her toy with her whole body.

Rolling her eyes Winry asks, “What time is it?”

Balancing the baby on his knee, Edward fishes his watch out of his pocket. “It’s almost six. We should be arriving any minute now.”

“Ooh, you hear that, Sarah? Any minute now.” Winry tickles her daughter’s sides and she flinches out of her touch, still angry at her parents for not feeding her. Edward snorted, she definitely got that from him.

Excited again, Theo presses his whole face against the train window. There were long stretches of farmland and mountains framing the background. Some of his favorite memories were in Resembool. Like swimming in the lake and watching fireworks on the grassy hills and eating Granny’s delicious cooking. Not that his mom’s cooking wasn’t good, but his Granny always gave him an extra biscuit at breakfast or let him try the fried meatballs before she added the red sauce or pretends not to see when he picks off a piece of the apple pie crust while it’s cooling.

“Look! I can see Granny’s house from here!” Theo points out the window.

“Where?” Sarah asks, forgetting her hunger and her grudge.

“Right there, see?” They’re both trying to make out a tiny house amongst the field of green.

Edward always had such strong, mixed feelings about coming back to Resembool. So many things have happened here. This is where Hohenheim left them. And where Mom died and is buried. Where he and Al committed human transmutation. Where he met Teacher, and Roy, and Riza. Where he kept coming back to after getting the shit beaten out of him. Where he was pieced together after falling apart. But, Resembool is where he and Al found a home after everything. Where Al got his strength back. Where Winry and he started their relationship. Where they got married. Where their kids were born.

It's not so much the feeling of coming home anymore. Resembool isn’t home. It hasn’t been for a long while now. No, home is his kids running to greet him when he walks through the door. It’s Allen’s cries when he wants his father to rock him to sleep. It’s seeing his brother’s face after so long, growing into a man. It’s Winry and him, curled on the couch together after a long day, just enjoying each other’s company. Home is his family. It always was.

The train lets out a loud whistle as it slows down into the station, breaking Ed from his thoughts. There weren’t many passengers disembarking here, Edward was pretty sure they were the only ones.

“Alright crew!” Ed hops up. “Let’s hit the road.” The kids clamber down from their seats.

They gather all their belongings and step off the train together. Edward counts heads to make sure they didn’t miss anyone. Everyone’s present and accounted for. “I have to talk to the station master about getting a cart for our luggage.” He hands his wife their youngest baby. “Why don’t you guys go ahead, I’ll catch up.”

“We can wait a couple minutes,” Winry bounces the baby who was tired of being carried and wanted to be let down. She gives him a smile and Ed’s mouth turns dry. “We’ll go with you, right kids?” Sarah whines again about being very hungry and Theo complains that he wants to go to Granny’s already.

He grins at his family, “Alright, then, come on!” And scoops up Sarah before she can throw a tantrum on the platform.

“Maybe Mrs. Collette has some candy for you.” Hoping that would keep their kids from tearing the station apart. “But only if you behave.” Winry warns, coolly.

They linger in the office a little longer than planned. Mrs. Collette coos over the kids, pinching their cheeks and making funny faces at Allen saying how adorable the kids are. Theo didn’t appreciate that at all and gave her a stink eye for it but didn’t say anything lest his mom gets angry and makes him apologize.

Sarah though, gobbles it up. She’s being extra cute and smiley as Mrs. Collete gives them each a piece of sticky taffy. Allan gets jealous at his brother and sister’s treats and starts squawking, opening his mouth for a bite.

“Thanks Mrs. Collette, see you around!” Ed waves to the older woman. Allan imitates him, flourishing his tiny little hand too as they walk out of the station.

They trekked up to the yellow house on the hill. Sarah happily chomping on her taffy on Ed’s shoulders while Theo had already swallowed his.

Once the house is in view Theo runs as fast as his small legs can take him and Sarah wiggles to get down too, so she can follow her brother.

Granny is standing on the porch, smoking her pipe, disposed to greet the young family. Ed and Winry wave at her from down the road, huge smiles on their faces.

It was good to be back.

“You got something good cooking for us Granny?” Edward bounds up the stairs. “We’re starving!”

“Heh, what’s the fun in a meal if you’re not there to help out?” She puffs out a long drag of smoke.

After play time, dinner, and bath time the older Elric kids are wiped out. Winry tucks them into bed and slowly closes the door to their room knowing they’ll sleep good tonight. Padding over to her own room she finds Ed and the baby on the bed. He’s tickling the boy’s belly, relishing in his peals of laughter. “Come on, I’ll give you anything you want, as long as you say ‘Dada’!”

“If you keep that up he’ll never go down.” She says, getting into bed with them.

“Nah, he’s just like his old man, loves to roughhouse before bed.” He wiggles his eyebrows at her, trying to look suggestive.

Snorting, Winry pulls the baby up to her chest and pulls her nightshirt up so he can nurse. He latches on eagerly and eats with gusto, grunting with the effort. None of their kids ever had a problem with small appetites. She guesses she has to thank Ed for that too.

They curl up together and watch their son eat, amazed by his little nose and his little hands and his wispy hair. He stares back at them, studying them just as intently. Eventually, his little blue eyes droop and he falls asleep. Ed takes him to the old crib in the kid’s room that’s been used by so many of them he can’t keep count. He kisses his soft little head, then Sarah’s, then Theo’s.

“You know Winry, another kid wouldn’t be so bad.” Edward muses as he walks back into their room and settles into bed. “It would be a disservice to this country, nay, this world if we don’t have more kids.”

“Oh really? And why is that?”

“Because! Our kids are the best!” he puffs out his chest.

Laughing, Winry turns on her side, facing the former alchemist. “Alright, I’m game.”

“Really?” His eyes are wide, “You want to?”

“Sure, the world needs more Rockbell’s.” She shrugs trying to keep a giant smile from erupting on her face.

Edward pulls her closer and kisses her softly. “Maybe we can try for one now?” They let themselves get lost in the hot, summer night.

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ladyvegeets · 6 years

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[read from ch.1 here]

“Papa, potty!”

It was becoming a familiar greeting for Vegeta when he returned from training. His wife was sat at the kitchen counter, one eye on her work laptop, the other on dinner. Next to her, Bra was doodling with crayons, but she abandoned them the moment Vegeta entered the room. Her face lit up, and little chubby hands raised towards him in expectation of being picked up.

“Again?” he asked, casting his wife a disgruntled look. “What do you do all day, hook her up to the faucet?”

“Hey, don’t look at me,” Bulma replied, glancing at him over her laptop screen. “I tried to take her potty fifteen minutes ago, but she refused. She’s as stubborn as you are.”

Vegeta huffed, not needing to voice who he thought the more stubborn one was. He scooped Bra into his arms and carried her off to the bathroom.

“Papa, you smell,” Bra complained, her little nose crinkling.

“That’s what happens when you don’t let me shower first.”

They arrived at the nearest bathroom, the one with the little pink plastic child’s toilet that Vegeta thought was ridiculous, but Bulma insisted was a necessary tool. He wanted to complain that Saiyan pups didn’t need such molly-coddling devices, but then again, he had no experience in the matter. Since Bulma raised Trunks mostly on her own, and — as she so often liked to point out — had read extensively on child-rearing, Vegeta was forced to defer to her expertise.

He set Bra down and crossed his arms. “Do you need any help?” he asked gruffly.

“Nuh-uh,” she enthused, and with clumsy determination pulled down her pants and wiggled her way onto the pink potty. The little tinkle of water filled the silence.

Once finished, Vegeta helped lift his daughter to sink-level so that she could wash her hands.

“Did I do good, Papa?” she asked, looking up at him with hopeful blue eyes.

He ran his hand over her hair. “Yes, princess.”

Bra beamed and pressed her face into his chest, demanding to be carried back to the kitchen.

The next day was much the same, and the day after. Bulma offered to take Bra in his place, but their daughter puffed out her cheeks and replied shrilly, “No, I want PAPA!”

With a beleaguered sigh, he complied.

The following evening as he made his way towards the kitchen, Vegeta felt something… off. Both his wife and daughter’s ki was elevated. Alarmed, he dashed into the living space. Bulma was standing in the middle of the room at a loss, watching as their daughter sobbed, crouched down, face to the wall. Bra only did that when she was really upset. The broken cries she muffled against the wall were that of a child whose whole tiny world had ended and nothing could ever make it right again.

It tore his heart into shreds.

“What’s going on?” he demanded.

Bulma sighed. “I told her that you couldn’t take her potty, and she threw a fit.”

“Why did you tell her that?”

“Because she’s been holding on all day, waiting for you. That’s not healthy, Vegeta. She needs to learn to go without you holding her hand.”

Bra’s crying continued, and Vegeta headed over and put his hand on her heaving back. “Echalotte.”

“Pa…pa…” she sobbed, and turned around to bury her face in his neck. “Mo-mmy s-said—”

“I know,” he replied, pulling her into his arms and carrying her off to the bathroom before she had an accident. After that was taken care of, Vegeta lay Bra down, the poor thing so exhausted from crying that she had fallen asleep on her plastic toilet.

Back in the kitchen, Bulma was reading something on her laptop, her brow furrowed. Vegeta knew that look of concentration, it meant she had something to say and that he probably wasn’t going to like it.

“Potty-training was your idea,” he said, not keen to be blamed for Bra’s meltdown.

But she didn’t come at him with accusations. Instead, Bulma spun the laptop around and pointed at the screen. “I know. And I think I have the answer: it’s a matter of positive reinforcement,” she said in that tone which meant something was very obvious — if you were a genius. As much as Vegeta liked to pride himself on his intelligence and strategic thinking, he knew that genius-levels of intellect were slightly out of his reach.

“What?”

“Bra’s behavior,” Bulma explained. “That’s what it says here. You know how you reward her for going potty? I think you need to do something else with her to positively reinforce her.”

“Positively… reinforce?” Vegeta repeated slowly, as if saying the words would help him understand their meaning.

Bulma rolled her eyes. “Oh my god. It means be nice to her, encourage her. She’s desperate for your approval.”

Vegeta scowled, taking the words to heart. Was he failing his daughter? The notion was a bitter pill to swallow. He had been so distant for Trunks’ early childhood, he didn’t care to repeat those same mistakes again.

“Hey.” Bulma’s hand touched his arm, and she gave him a soft smile. “You’re a good father, Vegeta. We just need to find a better way for you and her to bond that won’t result in a urinary infection.”

His frown turned contemplative as he considered his options. “I have an idea.”

~xox~

“Again.”

Bra scowled in concentration as she struck Vegeta’s palm with a chubby fist. They were in the gravity room (with the gravity turned off, mind you, but it was the principal of the matter that they practice in the appropriate setting). Vegeta had bargained with his daughter to train her for an hour each day if she promised to go potty with her mother when she needed to. Bra had been ecstatic.

“Good,” Vegeta said as her fist connected nicely. “Remember, visualize your hand going through mine.”

“What’s viz-ju-lies?”

“It means imagine.”

“Oh.” Bra narrowed her eyes at his palm, but hesitated. “I won’t hurt you?” she asked nervously.

Vegeta reached out and adjusted the positioning of her thumb. “No, princess. Who’s the strongest in the universe?”

She perked up. “You are!”

He smiled. “Exactly. So don’t hold back.”

“Okay, Papa.” Her little face scrunched in fierce determination. Vegeta held up his palm, and Bra cried out and punched. “Ha!”

“Good. Again.”

“Ha!”

“Again.”

“Haaa!”

“More! Your brother just stole your dessert. How do you feel?”

“AAAAAAAAAGHHHH!”

The smirk of satisfaction he gave was sinister.

~xox~

“-And then - and then I helpit Papa with his push-ups!” Bra announced proudly as she came back from the bathroom hand-in-hand with Bulma.

“Wow, Papa’s really lucky to have your help,” Bulma told her.

“Uh-huh! I sat on his back and yelled, AGAIN, AGAIN. And then he said roth gaer!” Bra said, making her voice deep and gravelly to mimic her father’s tone as she repeated the Saiyan curse.

Crap. The girl had good ears, and a good memory.

Bulma shot Vegeta a suspicious look. “Did he really? That sounds an awful lot like something a little princess shouldn’t be saying.”

“She must have misheard me,” Vegeta lied, and stuffed his mouth with dinner to avoid further questioning.

“Mm-hmm,” Bulma said, not buying it, but she spared him the talk about swearing around the children. There was a tug on his leg, and Bra climbed awkwardly up to sit in his lap instead of her own chair. Vegeta allowed it.

“Where’s the boy?” he asked as Bulma busied getting her own plate of food.

“Where do you think?”

At Kakarot’s, of course. Trunks and Goten were near-inseparable.

“Mommy?” Bra asked, peeking out from around her father’s arm. “Can I have a suit like Papa’s?”

Vegeta paused mid-bite, looking down at his daughter, then up at Bulma. The question blindsided him. Bra wanted Saiyan battle armor?

Something hot swelled in his chest, filling him with a warm and almost suffocating sensation: pride.

Bulma gave both of them a knowing smile. “Hm, let’s see. If you eat all your vegetables, I’ll think about it.”

Bra squealed in delight and reached for a potato on his plate.

“Hey,” he chastised, knocking the spud from her hand and replacing it with a fork. “This is not the Son household. We are not animals.”

Bra did her best, although she had to use her left hand to put food on her fork, something which Vegeta pretended not to see. Together they wolfed down his meal and two more plates which Bulma was kind enough to serve. It didn’t escape his notice that Bra ate the same things he did, mimicking him even when he drank. She let out a satisfied little ‘ah’ when she finished gulping down her water.

An affectionate smile formed on his lips before he could stop it, which he hid by pressing his mouth to the top of her soft hair. “Good. It’s important to take care of your body if you want to be strong.”

“Uh-huh. That’s what Tunks says too.”

Did he? So the boy hadn’t forgotten everything, that was good to know.

“Mommy, I’m done. Can I have a super duper suit now?”

Vegeta’s cheek twitched, feeling the ghosts of his ancestors turning in their nonexistent graves. Bulma barely held back a laugh. “Well, did you eat all your vegetables?”

“Yes, mommy!”

Several spoonfuls of peas on the floor would disagree with her, but Vegeta nudged them out of sight with the toe of his boot. If Bulma noticed, she said nothing.

“Okay then. Let’s get you measured.”

Bra shrieked happily, and inadvertently kicked and elbowed every sensitive part of Vegeta she could as she clumsily climbed down him. Once situated on her feet, she glanced back up for one final question.

“I did good today, right Papa?”

He reached out and stroked her hair. “Yes, Echalotte. You made me very proud.”

Her face split into her brightest smile yet, and then off she ran towards Bulma’s lab, singing some made-up song about being super duper. Bulma came over and bestowed him with a soft kiss.

“She’s going to grow up to break hearts, and now bones.”

“Hn,” he agreed, though not in the way Bulma might have imagined. The only broken heart he feared was his own, the day Bra no longer looked to him for his approval.

~xoXox~

AN: I swear I never intended this to be more than a one-shot, but cute ideas keep cropping up.

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