Simon already hated having neighbors in his apartment complex, but you were the worst he'd ever had to live beside. Well, not you, your baby. But you had given birth to it, so it was your fault in Simon's eyes. He could count on one had the hours that that small baby had been quiet, wondering how something so small could shriek for so long and so loud.
He just wanted one good night's sleep, which he hadn't managed to get since you moved in a week ago. He pounds on your door, glaring at the peephole as he waited for you to open the door.
When you do, all the anger drains right out of him. The baby wasn't the only one crying, your face blotchy, and covered in tear stains. Your lower lip trembles, and you look up at him, cradling your daughter even closer to your chest.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Your chest heaves with a sob as you try to soothe your baby girl. "I can't help her... she's teething and I can't help! I'm horrible at this." You contine, looking helplessly down at your daughter.
"Do you have whiskey?" Simon asks, staring down at the two of you with a sudden growing need to preotect. You hiccup as you stare at him, furrowing your brow in confusion. "Massaging whiskey into her gums could help." He explains, watching as your lips tremble.
"But... That's alcohol.." You whisper and Simon chuckles softly.
"Do you want her to stop crying?" You nod so fast you almost throw yourself off balance. "Than wait here. I'll get you some." Simon doesn't want for a response, going back to his apartment and taking the handle of whiskey out of his freezer.
He pours a small glass, coming back to your apartment door. The babies wailing bounce off the hall walls, which makes you cringe nervously. "Let's get inside." He encourages as he guides you into the kitchen. You knew you should be very wary of this random man being in your apartment with you and your baby.
But God, you just needed her to stop crying!
"Just dip your fingers in, press on the tops of her gums and massage." Simon coaches as he holds the glass towards you. You do as he says, pressing firmly down on her growing teeth and rubbing in slow motions.
Within seconds, she shuts her mouth around your finger, chewing with a small coo. She finally stops crying, her soft coos and sniffles filling the room instead. You let out a breath of relief, slumping back into your chair. "Oh my God. It worked. It really worked." You whisper, Simon standing there awkwardly.
He looked horribly out of place in your apartment, with the soft colors, baby proofed outlets, and your cooing baby girl. "I don't know how I'm going to do this..." You whisper, staring down at your daughter's face. "No one give you a tutorial... You're just thrown into it."
Simon wasn't sure what to say. He'd always stupidly assumed that when people became parents, that "side" of them woke up and told them what their baby needed. He never considered how confusing it could be. He'd come over to scream at you for causing such a disturbance, but you were just trying to figure everything out as you go.
He felt like a massive asshole.
"Well, uh, friend of mine has a bunch of siblings, and some of em are moms and dads now. Maybe I could get their numbers." He offers, watching you light up a little.
"It would be really nice to talk to other people again. Especially ones that understand where I'm at." You bounce you baby once. "I'm Y/N, and this is Delilah."
"I'm Simon." He stands up from the couch, putting the glass of whiskey into your freezer. "For baby, and for you, if you need it." You smile, obviously exhausted, but insanely grateful.
"Well, thank you, Simon. I'll try to keep the noise down, I promise." You assure, and Simon holds up a hand.
"Don't worry about it. Knock on my door if she won't stop fussing next time, okay?" When you finally nod in agreement, he leaves your apartment and goes back to his.
He didn't ever expect to become a father, but looking at you and Delilah, he knew he needed to earn his place in your life.
Summery: Traveling from town to town with your child to escape your past, you come across a small desert town that you could finally call home. Hoping to give your daughter stability, you discover a secret the government had hidden in the small town while celebrating her birthday.
Notes: This is set a couple years before the first episode of transformers prime so Cliffjumper is still alive, for now. This story will deal with heavy topics like abuse so read with caution.
I had a vote for who should be the love interest(s) and it seems like both Optimus Prime and Ratchet together are in the lead far above having only one of them. So enjoy having both of these old mechs instead of one.
You grew up your whole life in a very small town. And like most people in small towns, they have kids very young. You were only eighteen, fresh out of high-school when you found out you were expecting. It was an accident when it happened, guess condoms don't always work. Your boyfriend at the time was your high-school sweetheart so you immediately moved in together after the news. You thought you'd spend the rest of your lives together and tell your children of your love.
But things didn't end that way. It started a few months after you found out you were pregnant. He started becoming more controlling, not letting you visit your friends or work a job. His excuses were always the same. 'I'm worried about you and the baby' or 'I just don't want anything bad to happen to you'. You thought it was normal for him the behave that way. It wasn't until he started staying late for work and constantly demanding to check your phone that you grew suspicious. If you even looked in the direction of his phone though, he would blow up.
Start screaming and punching walls while raving about how you 'don't trust him'. Whenever he was away for work you would sneak out to see the one friend you had left after the forced isolation. She was a safe haven for you and your unborn child. All your other friends had stopped trying to talk to you. Even your own parents barely reached out anymore. She was the only one who talked to you regularly. Though you had to start deleting the call and text history so he wouldn't get upset. You told her all of your worries and doubts. How he changed so much in only a few months.
You remebered how, for your first anniversary, he got you a large bouquet of your favorite flowers and took you to see a movie you've been wanting to see. Though on your nineteenth birthday, he said he was stuck at work all day. Your friend took you out to the local coffee shop to celebrate so you wouldn't be alone. Of course you couldnt have coffee but you liked the smell and they served delicious little cakes. That's where you saw him. Walking past the shop hand in hand with another. The whole time you thought he was constantly working when in reality he was cheating on you.
Things finally started to make sense. Why he was so guarded about his phone. How he could barely afford to pay for anything despite him being gone a lot for work. Your whole world came crashing down around you as your friend tried to help you. She was planning on moving in a few months closer to a city for a better job and offered to let you come. Of course you needed money to help pay for things, especially the hospital bills for when you finally gave birth. So you enacted a plan. Being too afraid to confront him in fear of him lashing out, you decided to stay with him until you moved.
If you left too soon you'd be stuck seeing him around the town and you knew he'd fight for custody of your child. You were quite the artist in school, having won a few third and second place ribbons in competitions. So you offered to paint and draw for people both in person and online. You even picked up crocheting, making the excuse that you wanted to make baby blankets. You always hid your art where he wouldn't look and had your friend deliver them when they were finished. People belived it was her making everything and with her being a social butterfly it was easy to find something to make for money.
One day he had found one of your crochet projects. A grandmother wanted a colorful sweater for her grandchild. When you said it was a gift for someone he flipped out. Accusing you of sneaking behind his back and seeing other people. That was the first time he laid his hands on you. A sharp slap across the face for disrespecting him. After that he grew more bold. Whenever you did something he didn't like he would strike you. Thankfully he never pushed you down or hit your stomach. No matter what he did, you were always thankful that your unborn child wasn't hurt.
When the time finally came you packed everything you could into two large bags and left while he was at 'work'. You didn't have a car and with your stomach being so large she had to do all the driving. You had a license though she refused to let you behind the wheel. Guess she still didn't trust you after the one time you drove your mom's car and hit the curb too hard that it bent the axle. It was only a couple hours drive to the town, only because you had her stop frequently so you could use the bathroom.
With you being so far along in your pregnancy most places wouldn't hire you. So you got by with commissions for your work. You even managed to get a cheap sewing machine and taught yourself to sew and fix rips in people's clothing. When your due date came your friend drove you to the hospital where you spent the next thirteen hours uncomfortable, crying and in pain. But it was worth it when you finally got to hold your baby for the first time. A beautiful healthy baby girl. You were thankful she took mostly after you and barely looked anything like him.
You decided to name her Sammy. Sam for short for when she was older, or if she didn't like her name. You managed to get into a decent routine after she was born. While your friend worked you watched over Sammy while crocheting. When she got home you'd make dinner most nights while she unwound from a stressful day by playing with Sammy. She even helped you find a car for dirt cheap through a coworker. It was pretty old with some dents and rust but it worked to get you around. With transportation you were looking around for a job to work at night.
That way you could watch over Sammy during the day while your friend looked over her at night. It wasn't until three months after she was born that your ex decided to randomly show up. He demanded to see his child, claming that he'd call the cops and take you to court for running away. Thankfully your friend was home and made him leave when she held a baseball bat threatening. After that he would show up every other week, banging on the door early in the morning or late at night. The situation was stressing both of you out badly. You got so scared of running into him you barely left the house unless absolutely necessary.
Knowing that he wouldn't stop you decided to leave. Leave not only the town, but the whole state. You left a note of your plan but declined to say where you were going. You honestly had no plan or destination. Packing everything up you loaded your whole life in your car, a ninety eight honda civic hatchback, and took off. You had enough money to stay a few nights in a motel as you drove from town to town. But that money quickly ran out with a baby going through many diapers a day. You took to doing street art with Sammy strapped to your back. Though that didn't make enough money to keep both of you fed.
Your luck happened to turn around when you found a slightly broken guitar in a dumpster outside an apartment complex. Using some duct tape to fix it up you slowly taught yourself how to play. Sammy had loved it, giggling away as you strummed away. People were more willing to part with money for song requests, especially when they saw an adorable baby bouncing in her harness to the song. As time went on you managed to get a few seasonal jobs that allowed you to bring your baby to work.
Usually it was an older person who could see that you had fallen on hard times and offered to let you set up a play pen in the break room so you didn't have to use what little money you had to pay for a babysitter. They were always the kindest and loved cooing at her. Though when the seasonal position ended you moved on. You didn't stay in contact with anyone from your past life. You already had to change your phone number twice since your ex wouldn't stop calling you. You didn't even keep in contact with your friend anymore. The last time you talked over the phone was on Sammy's first birthday.
You were working as a server for a small café. The owner was kind enough to give you a slice of cake to celebrate Sammy's first year alive. You told her you were doing alright, making enough money to keep yourself afloat. As you wiped the icing off Sammy's cheek she told you that your ex hasn't been by after he found out you left. You were relieved that she wasn't being bothered anymore by him. After that you both just drifted away. As Sammy started to age she grew very curious about everything. Thrift stores became your friend when it came to toys and books for her.
She especially loved the pop-up books with animals. She'd be babbling in her car seat, fisting the cardboard pages, as you drove down long stretches of roads. It wasn't until she was three that you decided that you didn't want to live in motels or your car anymore. It was time to find someplace to call home and settle down. All your travels had led you to a small desert town called Jasper, located in nowhere Nevada. Since you went through Vegas a week ago you had some decent cash from drunk people demanding songs or people who pitied the single parent struggling to get by.
Though you definitely kept Sammy from being around the sketchy areas or seeing anything bad. You had managed to find a cheap motel while searching for a job. Just in time for Sammy's fourth birthday. Even though May was known for its rain the desert was quite dry. Since moving out to the desert she became fascinated with all the orange dirt and rocks. Determined to use her little plastic shovel to dig a giant hole. Clad in her bright yellow shorts and off white shirt she sat on the ground scooping up dirt.
You offered to take her to the park but she refused, wanting to go out into the desert instead. You weren't too far from town and made sure the area you picked didn't have any cacti or risks of snakes. You had throughly slathered sun block over her and made her wear a little white bucket hat to keep the sun out of her eyes. You were sitting in the trunk of your car with the door opened with food and water next to you in a tiny cooler that sometimes leaked. No matter how much tape you used it still leaked everywhere.
You sighed as you watched the now four year old sitting in the dirt, slowly filling her bucket with rocks she deemed pretty enough. You wished you could give her more in life. Life constantly on the move had left no time for her to make friends or even interact with kids her own age. You did your best to teach her what you could through books. She even managed to recognize a few words on her own when you read to her. But she never had stability in her entire life so far. No yard to play in or a proper bed to call her own.
But you were hoping in this quite little town that she could grow up here. Maybe even start kindergarten in a couple years. Within the first few days you had managed to get two interviews lined up for full time jobs. Things were starting to finally look up for the both of you. A cloud of dust being kicked up in the distance caught your attention. As the dust cloud got closer you could hear the loud revving of engines. It sounded like someone was racing across the dusty plains and was heading your direction.
"Sammy! How about you come over here for your cake? If you make a wish maybe you can wish to find some gold in all that dirt." She perked her head up excitedly as she scrambled to stand up. As she ran over you pulled the small chocolate cake from the cooler and put a single candle on it. It was barely bigger than a cupcake but it was on sale so you had snatched it up. Digging around for a lighter you had to playfully swat at her hands to keep her from trying to eat it. When you gave her the stink eye she only giggled in response.
Lighter acquired you lit the candle and helped her up into the trunk next to you. "Make a wish sweetie." She closed her eyes as her face scrunched up before blowing out the little flame. She managed to only get a little spit on it and her proud smile made you chuckle. Using a small plastic spork you cut it in half for her while sneaking a bite for yourself. As she messily ate her cake you kept an eye out for that vehicle kicking up dust. It didn't seem to be getting closer but you knew there was one road to drive on unless they wanted to brave the rocky terrain.
"Done." Sammy's voice caught your attention as you turned to look at her. She had chocolate cake crumbs on her mouth with icing on her cheeks. "Can I have my present?" She asked as she kicked her feet. Reaching over you grabbed a napkin and started cleaning her. "Of course. But let's get you cleaned up first so you don't get food on in, okay?" She whined her displeasure but held still until you deemed her face clean enough. Once you finished you crumpled up the napkin and tossed it into an empty plastic bag. Sammy crawled on her knees into your lap and started patting your torso to get your attention.
"Hold on sweetie. Let me pull it out." You hummed as you lifted a blanket to reveal the brown paper bag hidden underneath. You didn't have the money to properly wrap it but you knew she wouldn't care as long as she got a new toy. Sliding it in front of her she eagerly dug her little hands inside. An excited gasp sounded when she lifted up the little toy robot. It was simple in design colored in mostly grays with a few blue and red accents. You figured it had to come from some anime but you wouldn't know which one as you haven't had time lately for anything but toddlers shows on motel tvs.
Sammy giggled as she started to play with it, pulling out one of her dolls from the seats and smashing them together. You softly smiled as you watched her play. Most people would look at you funny for giving her toys meant for boys, but it made her happy. Plus, a child didn't care about gender bias when they can choose whatever toy they want to fuel their imagination. Even if they were from thrift stores and had a bit of wear on them already. She was happy with the handful of toys she had. Noticing that she didn't completely finish her cake you decided to finish it for her.
It was only a few tiny bites with crumbs everywhere but it satisfied your sweet tooth for the moment. The sounds of a loud engine came closer so you peek around the corner of your trunk. Through the dust you were able to spot a bright yellow and a shiny red car racing each other. You weren't very good with vehicle names but even you could tell they were fancy racing cars. You figured that there were a couple of rich kids who liked to race their sport cars in the area. When Sammy scooted past you to head back to her digging spot you patted her head to get her attention.
"Don't wander from the car alright?" When she nodded you let her walk to her digging spot. It sounded like those cars have finally passed your area and was driving further out into the desert. Luckily you were fairly close to the road so if they wanted to do off roading then they wouldn't get close to your little outing. Though you were starting to wish that she wanted to play in the park where other kids were and not in the desert. But she was a weird kid at times and if she wanted something you did your best to fulfill it.
Digging through your bag you pulled out a well loved book to start reading. It was a story about the last human alive in a robot uprising. It was very cheesy but you've cherished the book over the years. You hummed as you glanced over the cover before flicking your eyes to where Sammy was. The cover had a picture of a robot so maybe that's where she got the idea to want a toy robot. One last glance around the area you deemed it safe enough that you didn't have to constantly watch over her.
While you read you kept an ear out for any concerning noises from her or if those racing cars got too close. You only got one page in before you heard Sammy calling you. "Baba! Baba there's robots." You smiled at her name for you. Originally she called you 'bah' but changed it to baba. It started when you used to go 'bah' while driving since you really didn't want to cuss in front of her whenever you got angry. Guess after saying it so much she picked up on it and that became your name to her.
Looking up from your book you saw her swinging her arms around with her toy robot in one hand. "Robots!" She exclaimed happily. You hummed and gently nodded your head. "Yes, you have a robot." It was nice that she had such a vivid imagination while playing with her toys. It wasn't until she took off running that you dropped your book and quickly climbed from the trunk. She had a bad habit of trying to run off if she saw something interesting and you didn't want to risk her running into a cactus.
"Sammy, don't run off!" You hollered as you ran across the ground towards her. Unfortunately you didn't get far as your foot got caught in a hole and made you fall chest first onto the ground. You wheezed as you glanced back and saw that the hole she was digging tripped you. Scrambling up you continued running, now with a slight limp. "Get back here kiddo!" Like most young kids, she didn't listen and continued running away from you. You mentally cursed at how fast her little legs were as you zeroed in on her white and yellow outfit.
When she stopped you managed to catch up and scoop her into your arms. "Sammy what were you thinking? I told you to stay near the car." As you scolded her she paid you no mind as she kept looking up. It wasn't until a massive shadow enveloped you that you decided to look where she was staring. What you saw made you shriek and stumble back while holding her close to your chest. Giant robots were real and they were standing right above you. They both flinched as one held up their hands to try and placate you while the other sighed deeply. "Frag." The red colored one muttered under their breath as they rubbed their face with their hand.
The slightly smaller yellow colored one made weird beeping noises as they knelt down. You kept slowly backing away in fear while Sammy squirmed in your grasp. When she said robots you thought she was talking about her toy, not massive robots wandering around the desert! Sammy could only giggle as she held up her toy. "Robot!" She cheered happily while you were still panicking internally. Today was supposed to be nice to celebrate her birthday and instead you stumbled across two Goliath sized robots far away enough from town that nobody would hear you scream.
hello Sour, thank you for answering my previous requests and I hope it’s not getting tiring to see me but I have another idea for one 🙏
I’d like to see how you think what if the Epilogue Club had a daughter. Actually, they were expecting a boy, but when she was born, they decided to teach her their interests anyway—taking her to comic conventions, letting her watch their movies or read their comics, and the Wife!Reader watching them get their daughter's pink dress muddy because they let her play-fight with them after/during the rain (that's probably Pete LOL).
Epilog boys with a daughter
OMG YES OFC.
this deleted the first time. no it was not that many words I click baited you all for sympathy I'm sorry I was upset
SFW NO DUH
Cw:
Bill
•When his baby came out and it wasnt a boy? he was upset.. not at her no no shes his angel, but at the damn doctors for not being able to do their damn jobs and tell him the babys a girl. Hes a bit upset still, feeling like he lost his "mini me" untill shes crying nonstop and the only thing that stops her is bill holding her.. yep thats his future sidekick.. thats his robin. his stephanie brown if you will. This baby gets a robin onesie immediately and Bill never wants to leave her side
•I think in the stages before she talks.. Bill kinda sucks. He doesn't know what to do.. Hes not sure how to play with a kid who just sits there. Sometimes when the shes napping he goes into her nursery and just stares at her..
•As soon as shes talking shes watching animated superhero cartoons immediately. Teen Titans? Batman the animated series (1992)? yep. YES he allows her to stay up past her bedtime if she watches these shows and YES she does every night
•She'll have like little tea parties with a Martian manhunter mask on and bill will be in attendance every single time. He just sits there and acts like he hates this but he chose to attend??
•You never get an opinion on family movie night again its all superhero movies. Of course you have to sit through their hour long debate over what movie they should watch.. conviently your daughter's choice always wins
•This little girl is so spoiled.. Bill buys her whatever she wants at the cons they go to. Its honestly impressive how one "dad pleaaase" turns into fourty bags being held by your husband
Pete
•I think he just shrugs and picks up the baby anyway. You ask if hes upset and he goes "its a fuckin baby, it just sits there. What's the gender gotta do with it." Hes pretty neutral, especially since theres plenty of female horror movie icons that his little girl could be.
•PISSED the nursery can't be horror themed since that'd, one freak the baby out, and two babies need bright colors for development.. he settles for cartoony Halloween decorations in there
•When shes still little he likes to watch all his movies with her since she cant process it. Sometimes she laughs at the jump scares and petes heart melts a little
•he starts her on goosebump books early and she LOVES them. She collects everyone and she loves the creepy vibes.. she gets into 80s slasher fast
•her clothes are always stained and no one could even tell you from what?? it honestly looks like she does it with red stuff on purpose so it looks like blood
•I imagine you have a little feral girl who needs those backpack leashes cause shes convinced shes a vampire and tries to bite random people in public.. worst part is Pete encourages it
Jerry
•I honestly think hes a little relieved and wanted a girl anyway.. his little fairy princess aww.. Definitely holds her and rocks her to bed every night since he wants to hold her as often as he can. I think he sings her whatever song is currently stuck in his head in a soothing voice instead of traditional lullabies
•fantasy themed nursery. Castle themed crib.. dragons and princesses and knights and elves all cover this nursery. This baby was born to be a hobbit at this point
•Speaking of the hobbit, lord of the rings and the hobbit is her bedtime stories. They're long and theyre best when theyre read to you and you can close your eyes and imagine whats happening so theyre perfect for bedtime
•Jerry thought she'd be the princess.. he was wrong. Hes stuck in a princess costume often as you are made to be the dragon your daughter defeats. I don't think jerry protests.. anything for his little girl
•Jerry gets your daughter to play skyrim all the time. Your daughter plays a khajit everytime cause she screams "KITTY!!!" and she cries and makes jerry kill all the sabre cats when they attack her
•Jerry now plays dnd with a set of dice he made that has your favorite color and your daughter's swirled into one. Theyre his lucky dice and even if they roll low? The reason he has them is still pretty lucky
Josh
•Confused but has the spirit. Gets handed the baby and goes "whys he in pink?? not that.. boys can't wear pink just.." before you explain. He pauses for awhile and then just hugs her tighter.. before wrapping her up in his flannel. "Maybe she prefers flannel"
•Space themed nursery!!! Space themed nusery!!!! little aliens and ufos and sci fi references all around.. of course josh paints so many things bright neon colors before putting them in her nursery because he says "I will not have a fucking underdeveloped baby no way in hell". Hes been researching those parenting books like hell
•Likes to quote references at her so often that her baby self would babble in reply like she was finishing the quote. "Luke, I am your-" he starts before she goes "BABABA" and he just kinda stares before smiling and just accepting thats how it is now
•Once shes walking and talking he throws on star wars shows + movies and a lot of star trek. He debates putting on some other more horrorish sci fi but doesnt wanna scare his little girl so decided against it
•So much star wars has resulted in josh learning to do leia's hair and putting it on his girl every morning. She refuses to go anywhere without it.. Josh respects the hustle. (Get her tested for something)
•Definitely has lightsaber battles with josh in the kitchen all the time.. josh is always the red lightsaber since his daughter loves being the good guy.. ironic since at her wedding when josh walked her down the isle darth vaders theme was playing
Summary; You're a devil hunter, who has found a child while on a mission and now is saddled with the task of raising a quarter demon baby.
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You become Nero's mom by finding him first, that's it. Romance might come later once the timeline of DMC4-5 comes up, because i'm a damned sucker. (sidenote; reader is somewhat feminine coded due to the fact author is a woman, but no actual pronouns nor parts are used.) Im going to attempt to update every sunday!!
[Title taken/inspired by "Goodnight Demon Slayer" by Voltaire]
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note: hihihi I got DMC brainwormed and the lack of parent reader made me go crazy because something about Nero sets my mind in overdrive. HES A BABY!!!!! so babyboy, thats my child my man,
I am 19 idk why i'm so attached to this man, he may be my age but he baby.
this is also available on ao3!!
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You never really thought of yourself as parent material, no demon hunter does. But here you are, standing in your small apartment, with lingering sulphur-tinged blood soaking into your clothes and skin, with a child swaddled in your arms. It’s not yours (well, you guess it- he- is now,) but something about the unfortunate kiddo makes your heart shake in a weird way. You tug your boots off one handed, gently detach your demonic weapon from your back and rest it next to the door before heavily plopping your body down on your aged couch, baby bouncing in your secure arms. You gently bring the bundle up to your eye level and take a moment to truly look at the little guy. His hair was the most striking part of him, with it being a pure white reminding you of fresh starlight. His eyes were half closed but focused on you, his dark grey eyes seeming to simply take in your face. He takes a second more before giving a soft coo expected from a baby, arms wriggling in his blanket almost eager to reach you. Your heart nearly implodes from the sheer amount of adorableness this baby exudes.
You help him out a bit by unraveling the blanket a small bit and a piece of paper falls out onto your lap, you pick it up and it only has one thing written; ‘Nero’. You turn your attention back to him, “Is this your name? Nero?” you gesture lightly with the paper still in hand. All he gives is a nonsensical babble but you take that as confirmation, not like you really have any other idea of this kid’s origins.
You found him while clearing out demons from a dilapidated house, you didn’t even notice him at first until he started crying. He was under the corpse of a woman dressed in the Church’s cloth, you could only assume she was his mother who tried protecting her child from the horde of demons. In a daze of guilt of not coming sooner, you picked up the crying baby and went home on autopilot.
Looking at the paper, you take a moment to realize what that meant. His mother knew she likely wasn't going to live long so she took the precaution of leaving evidence of his name in his blankets. You give a soft sigh at that, the poor woman. poor kid. While you reflected on what has been the most… confusing hour and half of your life, Nero had taken to trying to grab at you with his small hands. You finally give your attention back and lay a hand on his face. He’s so… small. You’ve never really been around children, at least not in prolonged periods, you found yourself not the affectionate type that kids seemed to need.
A traitorous part of you tells you to simply make this someone else's problem, the Fortuna Orphanage maybe. But you shake your head, you don’t want him to be at the mercy of the orphanage, you remember your time spent volunteering over there. Children can be so cruel to one another when all they have is themselves and each other. It’s not their fault, not really, most of them were just angry at the world. Knowing that and having Nero stare at you with his sleepy, innocent eyes, you decide this will be your responsibility. You won’t abandon him like so many others have done to you.
You take a moment to roll your shoulders out but you soon feel the tacky blood drying against your neck and clothing. You look down at yourself and then Nero and notice how his blanket and neck managed to sustain some demonic (and maybe human-) blood. You huff lightly before pushing yourself up and off the couch and towards the bathroom.
“Alright little man, let's get us a bath.” you turn your head towards Nero, before pausing. You vaguely remember how most of the times babies are drenched using a cup or bowl or something to help control the water better, you turn on your heels towards your small kitchen and grab a small pitcher sat on the counter. You continue to the bathroom, placing the pitcher on the sink as you get the water running in the bath. Nero rests in your lap as you play the delicate dance of getting the water to something a little over room temperature. Soon enough your tub is mostly full with water, hopefully not too full as to overflow once you sit yourself and Nero in but you’ll worry about that later like most things today.
You stand up and strip off your blood-soiled clothing and toss it into your makeshift hamper (it’s an unused plastic trash can you got for about five dollars), and then you gently unwrap the kid from his blanket. You fold it and hang it on the towel rack, knowing you’ll want to keep that separate from your clothes. You hold on to Nero and sink down into the warm water. You cradle him on your chest, before leaning your head back and heaving a soft sigh. You are going to need to buy so many things, and you might not have enough in your current savings; you’re waiting on at least three clients to pay for missions. You took on multiple missions at a time but due to the… shadier nature of some clients you drew in, the chance of actually being paid was a 50/50 chance.
While you softly pet nero’s hair, you take a mental list of what you’ll need and the best place to buy from. Clothes are a big one, along with likely the most expensive; kids grow too fast, you mentally grumble. Buying them brand new is a no go, with how many shops in Fortuna make them handmade it costs an arm and leg if you aren't working with the Church. You’ll have to resort to thrift shops, while not the cheapest option (that would mean a trip over to Redgrave) it should eat less into your funds. You could also buy toys from the thrift shop, two for one trip you guess. Food… you’re stumped on what the kid should eat since you don’t know his exact age, should you buy formula? those weird purees? ugh. You might have to reluctantly visit the orphanage and ask for advice, that or borrow some books from the Fortuna Library.
You’re pulled from your thoughts by a tug on your hair. You look down and see Nero looking up at you while his small hand grips your hair. You gently take his hand and untangle it from your hair, before slowly sitting up. You grab the pitcher and fill it with the cooling water, before slowly and carefully pouring it over Nero with your hand cupping the top of his face. You repeat a few more times as he babbles in the way babies do. You then do your best to rinse yourself off one-handed with the pitcher knocking clumsily hitting the tiled walls (as well as your head), but after making far too much of a mess and noise, you give up and decide to leave it for tomorrow. You flick the drain switch and watch as the water slowly lowers. You brace yourself and pull yourself out of the tub the best you can while one arm is occupied.
Your hair drapes down in front of your face as you struggle against the weight of water and gravity to pick yourself up. You blindly yank a towel off the rack and take a moment to wrap Nero in it, setting him down on the toilet seat so you’re able to take care of your dripping self. You ring out your hair, water splattering in the near empty bathtub and you grab a towel to wrap it. You grab the last towel in the bathroom and wrap it securely around your body. You look back down at the baby and decide two things; 1. you need to learn how to properly swaddle a baby, because you seem to only know how to burrito one, and 2. you’re going to need to make a night plan. You don’t have any diapers for the kid, nor do you really want to wake up to a mess on your bed… You quickly look around your bathroom for a possible solution, before landing on your hand towel. It’s not… great. But it will have to work for now, not like it’s a prized possession so you’ll shrug at its likely departure from the house.
You unwrap Nero from the towel and replace it with the hand towel, taking care to wrap around his lower body. You glance back at the blanket he was originally swaddled in, he’ll need a blanket for the night, you speculate. You lift him up in your arms and make your way to your bedroom, knowing you’ll have one or two things that should be a workable replacement for the night. You slowly but surely make your way there, feeling sluggish and mildly exhausted from the bath. To be honest, you’re just exhausted in general from the day.
You kick the door to the room open lightly, not wanting to hurt yourself, nor the door, that and you hate causing loud noises. It's almost always unnecessary. You place the kid down onto your bed, before moving over to your small closet. You open the door and begin looking into some boxes you stuffed into it awhile ago. You have to rearrange them and get to the one on the very bottom, the oldest one. It’s dusty, unopened since… 15 years ago? 20? you can’t quite remember. You gently peel back the flaps, and see what it held. It’s your blankets from when you were just a kid. From when you were….
Shaking your head you grab the one of the very bottom of the pile, the softest one. You rise up from the floor of the closet, and turn back to the bed where Nero has started to get squirmy from the slight cold in the house. You lift him up and place him onto the old blanket, doing your best to wrap him up but eventually you just give up and roll him into the blanket.
You chuckle at your messy attempt, “Look like I turned you into a burrito lil’ man, what a horrible fate.”
All you get back in reply is a babble that emulates a laugh. Your entire expression softens at that, such a cute baby you’ve been saddled with. You rid yourself of the towels and replace them with an oversized hoodie and loose pants for sleep, or at least simply lying down and keeping an eye on Nero. But.. before that you need to check in on your damned weapon. It’s been making an odd noise ever since you got home and you can’t ignore it anymore. You move Nero over to one of your pillows, wanting him to be as comforting as possible. You get to the doorway before paranoia hits you and you return to the bed to make a wall of blankets so he doesn’t roll off somehow. You walk out the bedroom doorway and make your way to your front door, where your demonic weapon rests upside down.
It’s a hammer, or shaped vaguely like one. It’s long and massive in size, you’d say it’s probably double your size? You’re not entirely sure. Its main feature is the (usually) covered eye; wings typically block its view as well as its power. But now, it looks at you, orange leaking from its eye, wings flared out from the core.
“You’ve been making a humming noise ever since we got home, what’s the damn deal,” you kick the side of the weapon and its pupil shrinks in pain as it lets out a low groan.
“The disrespect thou displays is uncouth for a lower being such as thee,” the eye flicks up and down at you in irritation “and thee hast brought kin of a trait'r.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“trait’r of demon kind, the dark knight of the hells,-” its wings flicker and quiver as it ‘speaks’, “the child you hast hath brought into the hearth is kin of Sparda.”
Those words hang heavily in the air of the living room. You stare down at the weapon with arms crossed, quickly taking a glance towards your bedroom.
You take a breath, “You’re sure?”
“Certain, thy hast taken in a child of Sparda. However, thou art perhaps fortunate, tis energy is weak.” its eye nods in a way that mimics a head nodding
You stand still for a moment, ruminating on that. You know about Sparda and his children, despite it not being entirely common knowledge on Fortuna. Due to your connections and your occupation as a hunter, you’ve heard more about the twins than you’d like to. Dante is more known with the fact he’s been a prolific hunter for years now, with his business ‘Devil May Cry’. His twin though, from what you can recall, is unknown, non-existent. All that's been said is his blade is quick and deadly, and has been missing for quite some time.
Neither of them, from what you can glean from what knowledge you have on them, seem the type to have a child by accident. But your weapon ‘Pluto’s Judgement’ isn’t one to lie, despite its hatred of you and humans in general. You rub your hand down your face at the information you’ve been given, of course you’d somehow end up with a relative (maybe grandchild?!) of Sparda. The Savior of this stupid, stupid island.
You softly sigh in resignation, this kid is your responsibility and even with some stupid heritage, you’ll take care of him. You crouch down to the weapon and pat the bottom of it, “Thanks for the warning, even if you hate me I appreciate it.”
“Hands off thine wench, disgusting humans such as thy shan’t grace thee with touch!” it shutters in disgust, “Tis difficult enough for thou when in combat, but tis a given with thine’s state. Beyond’r that, thy must keep thee hands off thou!”
You stand back up, “Okay okay, jeez.”
You walk back to your bedroom as ‘Pluto’ finally quiets down and ‘sleeps’. Your feel pad across the wooden room and you reach your ajar bedroom door. On your bed, Nero is curled up in the cradle of bedding you made and something about the sight makes your heart swell. As you approach the bed getting ready to lay down, you remember that you have a camera somewhere in one of your many old boxes. You glance at Nero and feel a need to have pictures of the kid, you’ll be one of those parents who have an album full of memories. You return to your closet and find your camera tucked in with a bunch of old tech you’ve kept. It’s an older polaroid camera you found at one of the antique shops over in Redgrave, you’ll likely have to buy some i-film for it later but it should still have some left in it.
You hold up the camera above Nero to get the best picture you can, and click! It gives a faint flash (the flash was mildly broken when you bought it and that fact alone made it better, bright flashes ruin pictures for you) over the baby and it soon ‘prints’ out the picture with that signature noise. You fan the image a bit before placing both on your nightstand. You finally tuck yourself into bed, curling your body closer to Nero.
Everything will be fine. You’ll manage, because that’s what you’ve been doing your entire life. You’ll make sure this kid is taken care of. Tomorrow you’ll get everything you need to take care of Nero for the foreseeable future. Everything will work out.
end note: okay so yeah I hope this is good!! i've been writing it on and off for like a week,
ALSO if ur curious about the weapon, it may or may not be a part of Mundus that broke off when Dante fought him in DMC1. I'm still deciding if I want it to have a connection to Mundus/DMC story at all or if it should be it's own thing. It's called 'Pluto's Judgement' because thats (according to the wiki) one of Mundus' monikers, and pluto is the roman god of death and yeah-
also if you want to I'd love some nicknames to call Nero as a kid because i've been using 'lil man' because thats what I call my cat dfkjbdsfkjdfhkj
☆implied sylus x fem! Reader, but mainly reader dealing with the reality of breaking generational trauma
☆fluff, hurt/comfort?
☆Authors note: im sorry for being inactive for like 2 weeks💀 I wasn't busy I was just uninspired and so im trying to get over this funk, I have some wips, are they good? Idk man but its a start, also wrote this after an argument with my own mom so it was lowk therapeutic
☆warning; mentions of pregnancy and birth, not proofread so if its all over the place im sorry😭
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Being a parent was never in the future you had imagined. You never wanted kids, at least none of your own. The thought of going through the immense list of pregnancy symptoms was already a terrifying thought.
But the one thought that loomed over you any time you even considered having children was brith.
Having to push a baby out of you was not a pleasant thought at all. The pain and suffering that usually lasted hours on end was just too much for you.
So you made the easy decision that you simply wouldn't have children. Plus, why make more children when you could adopt ones that were suffering? That seemed much more appealing to you.
Yet here you were.
Feeding your now 4 year old daughter, and exact copy paste of Sylus except for her silver curls. You set her bowl of macaroni and cheese in front of her with her spoon as she eagerly began eating.
She was adorable, really, just a happy little girl who smiled at everything and everyone. She had a small backpack leash(yk those cute animals ones?) because if she didnt have it on, she'd wander off with strangers, making friends. And the N109 Zone was not the place for a cute and friendly child with absolutely no sense of, well, anything really.
In this cute little leash backpack of her, she had stickers. Of every kind. Large, small, medium, oddly shaped, glittery, scratch and sniff, you name it. She always had a sheet in hand, passing them out to everyone with a sweet smile before going on to her next victim.
So of course you don't regret having her, how could you when she brightened your days so effortlessly? Was she planned? Well, no.
Yes, you and Sylus had agreed on no children, but one drunk night led to some alone time to being pregnant a few weeks later. He apologized profusely, feeling it was his fault for not doing what he could've but you stopped him. Told him that even if it wasn't planned, you were actually a bit happy. Excited. Terrified, but excited nonetheless.
So here she was now, what used to be nothing but a little bean in your womb was now growing into a beautiful child.
Yeah.
You'd never regret having her.
You sat watching her now, sloppily eating her food, cheese all over her chin and cheeks. You gently handed her a napkin.
"Clean your pretty face, baby." You said softly as she took the napkins. She used both of her hands as she held it up to her face, shaking her head against the napkin before handing it back. It did little to help her situation, but you were too happy watching her to really care.
It was moments like these that made your heart fuller, soul lighter.
But you also had moments where you just couldn't handle everything. Anything.
Everyone had their off days, its normal. Every living things goes through it. But it hurt your heart whenever your daughter had one of those days.
Maybe she didnt get to play as much, didnt like the way her food tasted or felt. But whatever it was, it upset her, therefore upsetting you and everyone in the house. Luke and Kieran would try to make her happy, calling her mini boss and acting like her servants, being her horse, whatever it was she wanted. It usually worked, she'd be happy again within minutes as if nothing happened.
But when it didnt, she just snap at everything. You step on a creaky floorboard? She's crying that youre being too loud, covering her ears as she sobs. You try getting her to eat? She has a tantrum in her chair, knocking her food everywhere and refusing to open her mouth whenever your spoon neared it.
Handling these days wore you a bit thinner than you'd like, but it'd always be worth it when she came back to herself. Apologizing with teary eyes, handing you stickers, hoping it'd make you feel better. And it did. Usually. Mostly.
But there were days where you yourself felt horrible. Tired and stressed from life, its woes weighing you down like a physical weight. And if one of these days ever coincidentally was a day your daughter wasn't having it either? God it was just... horrible.
You had worked so hard to work on breaking the generational trauma, never hitting her, never threatened her like how youre parents did to you. You swore when you were pregnant with her, you'd be everything they couldn't be for you. But these rough days, were you were well beyond your limit it made you almost turn into your mother. Made you wanna snap at her to just be quiet for a minute.
But then you stop in your tracks. Physically disgusted by your own thoughts. Why would you ever think of saying that to her? Of yelling at her? Saying negative things that'll only shut her down the way it did you? No, you couldn't, and you wouldn't. Whenever these thoughts made their way to you, you quickly took them out as fast as they came. You excuse yourself from the room and take a minute to collect yourself.
In your head you repeat your mantra. I wont hurt her the way my parents did to me. I wont hurt her the way my parents did to me. I wont-
A few deeps breath and repetition calmed you down, tethered you back to where you should be. Tired? Fuck yeah, but never enough to harm her. To show her the pain you carried with you from your parents. So you go back, being more patient, softer, quieter.
And thought the years she grows up, it remains just as hard. The thoughts making their presence known every now and then before you shut them down. Your mantra changed, but only for the better.
"I wont hurt and chain her the way my parents did to me."
It works like a charm. She grows up, happy, unharmed, unaware of the scars you carry and hide underneath it all.
She's grown into an adult now, bringing home a few boyfriends here and there. Sylus scowls and disapproved of them all, but if his princess is happy, he wont do anything.
And ever since, you had known she would never know what you went through. And it joyed you. Filled you with such immense pride and love and joy.
That is until she asks.
"Hey mom, can I talk to you?" She says softly, voice quieter than usual. You nod, thinking nothing of it. Maybe she wnated boy advice, or some girl talk. What came out of her lips next left you frozen.
"I wanna know what your childhood was like. I know dad didnt have a good one, so he wont say much about it. Then he said you didnt either. I don't think he meant to say it, since he got all weird and tense after he said it. Was yours bad too?"
You had stared at him, eyes wide as you felt chills go through your entire body. It felt like ice was running in your veins.
"Why... why do you say that? Im sure it was just a slip of the tongue." You say, hoping to convince her with you wuiet voice. Obviously you don't succeed.
"Please, mom. Tell me. If its really bad and you don't want to talk about it then thats ok, but can you at least give like a brief overview or something?" She asks. Ever the polite one. She never pried, she took after Sylus in that manner. Waited until people were comfortable enough to tell her on their own.
So you take a deep breath and recount your childhood. The things your mother and father would say to you, how they mentally chained you to them. Manipulated, guilt tripped you. Everything.
And she sat there. Quietly. Listening. Never saying anything but adding small nods to let you know she heard you. When you were done, there were tears streaming down your cheeks. Running down in fats, thick lines but you couldn't stop. Years and years of bottling it up does that to you.
She hugs you, gentle but firm, but says nothing. She doesn't need too. You simply hold onto her, basking in the comfort of her arms. She only pulled away when you did, wiped your tears and your nose with a tissue.
No words were exchanged, but her hug said everything. 'Im here, you're safe, loved, cared for important. Thank you for being strong and brave, relax now because we've got you. Always.'
Parent!Reader x Robert I think it would be a very cute idea! I've seen it a few times and wanted to give my spin on it!
You could be a dispatcher like him, or a hero and had to bring your kid to work for whatever reason. You desperately need someone to watch your kid. Walking into the break room you find Robert in there and desperately ask him to watch your kid as you start your shift. He agrees begrudgingly. How hard can watching a kid be?
He's back in his cubicle with your kid sitting on the ground next to his chair drawing in the ground in their own little world. Z-team would somehow find out that Robert was watching your kid and definitely poke fun at Robert while a few of them entertain the kid if they weren't being dispatched.
At the end of the day your kid was tuckered out and you thanked Robert over and over for agreeing and that you owned him. He shook it off and gave a small sarcastic remark about buying him a drink.
If anything is ooc please give feedback!
Also would ppl be interested if I did write yandere Robert🙂
Aaravos getting ready to propose to you with the help of leola Hc
Aaravos x reader Hc
{Fluff} @delusional-mushroom
Warnings: none
Sorry if this seems rushed it's really late at night 😭 but I think it's cute. This is not proofread whatsoever, so if there are spelling errors, I apologize. I will look it over in the morning and fix it up.
Check out the other parts to this string of oneshots
Masterlist
Aaravos introducing you to his daughter
Teenage!Leolas first partner is human how do you and Aaravos react
You and teenage!Leola sync up that time of month Aaravos is done
It's been a while since you moved in with Aaravos and leola, and things are going amazing.
Leola is fully attached to you at the hip. You are her second parent.
Anyways
It was an early morning.
AND I MEAN HELLA EARLY
The sun was hardly even up
Cause leola woke you up and dragged you out of bed. Reminding you that you promised to take her on a morning walk.
As you are forced from your slumber, you notice Aaravos isn't in bed, which you find odd. So you ask her
"Hey unicorn, where is your dad?" You ask
She just giggles and pulls you out the front door
" he's gone into town for a little bit he will be back soon, though!" She tells you with a cheeky giggle
You don't put much thought into it, though, as it's pretty normal for her. Though you are curious as to why Aaravos left for town before dawn even broke. Normally, he would tell you.
As the sun rises, you and leola walk. On your journey, you point out bits of nature that are absolutely gorgeous in the morning light, and she's just so happy to see everything.
She will sometimes run ahead a bit, pointing at animals and flowers and plants she finds interesting. Her little eyes practically glowed with happiness
It's absolutely adorable
On your way back, you notice Aaravose walking into the house.
As soon as you point at him, leola grabs your hand and pulls you off. Now walking through a field away from the direction of the house, and looking back, you swear you saw him shooing you both off from the window
You are hella confused
You try asking leola about this odd behavior, but once again, she just starts laughing and distracting you. Everything today is just odd, and you're starting to sense it.
This goes on all day.
You see Aaravos in the distance, and leola will just laugh and pull you away. Not dare letting you get close to him or telling you anything.
And you have noticed him just watching the two of you from afar. It's not that uncommon, but today it's just even more odd, and with leolas behavior today, everything is suspicious, and you just wanna know what's happening
Until you and leola were making little rock towers, Aaravos came up behind you. It honestly surprised you, making you jump and accidentally knock your rock tower over
He offers you his hand to help you stand up, and he shoos his daughter off with a wink. She jumps up from her seat and squeals with excitement, waving her hands in front of her with a bright smile, and she runs away
Once she's gone, he begins walking you through the field as the sun sets, you try to ask him what's been going on all day and why him and leola had been acting funny but he just dismisses it
"Don't mind that, you'll know in just a moment."
You roll your eyes but continue to follow him. The both of you chat, and you tell him all about what you and leola got up to today. As you talk to him about your little adventures, he just admires you. Sometimes, forgetting to respond or react. He almost seems nervous.
You both walk a little longer before stopping by a little stream that looks almost golden due to the light. A little blanket has been set out with flowers and little magic stones lining the edges as well as a little basket that has been placed in the middle.
"Oh my god this is beautiful!" You say as you look at the scene. Before you can sit down though he grabs you lightly
"Y/n I have a very important question for you." He says, taking your hands as you face him
As you are about to ask him what's going on you hear a little whisper from a nearby bush
"Did they say yes???"
You and Aaravos share a smile before you raise your eyebrow and look over to see leolas face sticking out of the leaves.
"I didn't even get to finish asking silly."
He says to her with a laugh. As she sighs impatiently and rolls her eyes.
"Whats taking so long. All you gotta say it 'will you marry me' its very simple" She says, tilting her head to the side before shaking her head. Her eyes suddenly go wide as her arm pops out of the bush to cover her mouth
"Oop! Sorry dad!" She says quickly
Both you and Aaravos are shocked, but you are quick to break the silence luckily.
"You're asking me to marry you?" You say with a smile as you look up at him. You are a bit shocked as you were not expecting this so soon, but you are overjoyed
"Yes, I was, but it seems our little unicorn decided to ask for me." He jokes, shaking his head from side to side with a grin a little embarrassed and worried about your response
" Yes."
"What?"
"Yes. Of I will marry you."
You say with a wide smile. Aaravos let's out a loud sigh of relief and quickly pulls you in for a hug.
As you both pull back, leola jumps out of the bush and hugs both you and Aaravos as hard as she can, not letting yall go for a minute.and you all share a laugh.
After a moment, Aaravos kisses you i celebration of your now engagement, and leola turns away and dramatically gags. While loudly saying "Ewww"
Making you roll your eyes at Aaravos. Before chuckling.
"Well, I guess that's the queue to sit down and eat then." You joke as you all sit down on the blanket and open the little basket of food.
It was a simple engagement. With a few hiccups, but it didn't matter to any of you. All that mattered is that you are all finally a family,and for all of you that's more that you could have ever asked for 🖤
