Hi! I know you started school too recently so get to this whenever you feel like it, don’t stress urself, but can we get a scenario where schlatt ends up actually ends up fighting karlnapitys child? Ur writing is so good and u get the characters vibes so well!
𝑊𝑎𝑟 𝐶𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠//𝐾𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑦𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑
Masterlist // child reader
Schlatt x reader !p !child reader
Pronouns: they/them
Warnings: death, swearing
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“So this is where we’ve come to!” A dark maniacal laugh slipped through their mouth.
“Guess so rug rat.”
“All of this for revenge? You made me wish I wasn’t even fucking born, but I’ve heard you had the same effect on others.” The words spat venomously, leaving a sting right where it hurt.
“Fuck you” “Well you tried that on my dad, didn’t work so well now did it?”
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I felt myself crumbling underneath schlatts rule, the country around me slowly falling apart. I looked around the devastating area, people closing and boarding off shops to protect themselves.
Papa once told me of the beautiful country I once grew up in.. Dandelion fields racing across acres of land, gentle streams passing through and underneath the prime path. Blue red and yellow banners hanging from every window.
I always wondered how such a cruel and hatred came to power here, torturing my father to death. I always see it every time he comes home, looking more and more tired attempting to hide the pain in his eyes.
I’m guessing he attempts to hide everything from me, giving his all to raise me in a perfect bubble of a world.
That didn’t work out so well..
Every time I pass on through, stepping into that grey White House, I feel a certain dread come over me. The need to make my livings worth, even so at a young age.
People sitting at desks started to yell, others crowding up as small slaps and whimpers could be heard.
A shiver ran down my spine, racing up the stairs trying to calm myself. Once I reached twords the top of the tower like structure, I quietly slipped in during the meeting. The cabinet sat around the wooden table, discussing things that I’ll never learn to understand.
Who would anyways?
I smiled as I saw Papa and uncle dream sitting near each other, a little security in a land of torture and tearany. Uncle dreams never been the kindest, he was supposedly different before the first war.
It seemed like years since then, a constant battle between nations and never a second to sigh. Stories have been told of the scars from before, a terrible or great time I may never be able to tell.
I ignored the shouting coming from those who sat at the round table, running over to schlatts office. I snuck in, pick pocketing the small lock in the drawer as my heart raced.
My hands shook as the bobby pin I held jingled, constantly checking the door. I tried to pace things up, hearing the shouting die down. I finally got the lock unhinged.
Aha!
I scurried through, making sure what I was looking for was perfectly in place. I raised a brow, heating up as it was missing. Looking for the small object, making sure to check every little corner.
“Its not there..” “It’s not fucking here!”
I cried, continuously repeating underneath my breath. I pulled my hair, the feeling as if it were about to just rip off of my head.
My head shot up as the door handle shook, eyes widening once the ram hybrid stood in the room. Some would say my heart physically stopped for a second, freezing up at the sight of him.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?!”
I held my hands up above my head, slowly backing up as I looked around for an escape plan. “Don’t make me ask again kid, tell me what your doing in my office.”
My voice shook, barley getting the sentence out. “Sir what’s the issue here?” Papa squeezed through into the room, stopping in his tracks as he saw me with my hands up high.
“Mi amor que hiciste..” He rubbed his temples, stress and fear overcoming him. I had nothing to show for myself, just the Bobby pin I used to break in.
Schlatt carefully treaded closer to me.. Grabbing the collar of my shirt, causing my breath to hitch.
“I’m giving you three seconds to answer me. What the fuck are you doing in my office, and what did you take.”
“N-nothing sir. I didn’t take a-anything.”
I squealed, whimpering in pain as I felt a harsh slap on my cheek. I felt tears brimming my eyes, hurt and the urge to run to me in papas eyes.
“I don’t fucking like liars.”
He let go, grabbing the tequila bottle from his desk, swinging a sip. The second he left the room, I collapsed into my fathers arms small sobs admitting from my body.
“I’ve got you, don’t worry.. We’ll have a better life one day”
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I stood on top of the grassy hill, looking out as everyone fought down below. Yet the man they all wanted was in my arms, standing right in front of me as I held my crossbow up.
“Your dad has always been a worthless flatty patty, just like you.” He laughed flipping around a sharp dagger. I stood my ground, forcing myself to look into his cynical eyes.
He made me sick, everything I hated was stuck within him. All I’ve ever doubted in myself, the childhood I’ve been stripped of. It’s all this mans fault, and here I am taking it back.
“Give me the damn ring schlatt! I won’t fucking ask again, I’ll shoot you in the damn heart.”
He laughed, looking straight up in the air. I shook as the dagger flipped flawlessly in the air, right back where it started in his hand. The gold band, itched with burnt flames shining on his finger.
Today of all days.
“How dare you wear my fathers ring, after you stripped it off his hands. He found someone to love, unlike you!”
I cried, shouting out to the terrible man. I leaned the tipped arrow back, a clean shit right to his heart.
I focused on the ring, watching as it glimmered in the light. The small engraving of my dads initials, all together creating a perfect symphony.
Yet what I didn’t notice until the sharp pain flew through into my abdomen. Blood poured through, staining my clothing. I smiled, feeling my weight get the better of me.
My head soon hit the ground, the grass underneath me. A dandelion in my last line of sight, the small band carefully being placed in my palm as my body floated away.
𝐘/𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐉𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭
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Too much death recently, I’ll make time for fluff laterrrr. now cry fuckers LMFAO. Listening to the hamilton soundtrack, that explains the angst tbh.
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