More fic coming your way...this time without the adult content
Title: (None)
Rating: PG-13 for Vespa's mouth
Canon: Soul Eater and Hanna is Not a Boy's Name (AU Siren's Pull canon)
Characters: Soul Eater Evans, Vespa Amaker Hatch, Connie Evans (OC, art by Tora)
Warnings: If cross-canon ships or OC kids aren't your thing, scroll on past.
Summary: Vespa bitches, Soul rolls his eyes and Connie wants to watch cartoons
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"Christ, this is so stupid." Soul rolled his eyes for what had to be the ninth time since they'd left the apartment. Vespa hadn't stopped complaining from the moment she'd hung up with the school and subsequently started walking to the school. It was a warm enough day, especially for late autumn, and the school wasn't terribly far from their apartment building.
"Complaining isn't going to make it go away, Vespa." He slowed his pace to let his girlfriend and her scuffing feet catch up. "You're whining more about it than Connie and the conference is about her." He glanced down at the small girl gripping his hand, their six-year old daughter Connie. She was a skinny little thing, a clear mixture of both her parents' unusual traits. From light gray hair pulled into pigtails then stuffed under a knitted grey and blue beanie to her large, thick-lashed eyes the same shade of red as her father's and most certainly her sharp, shark-like teeth, almost anyone in Siren's Port could guess her parentage without a second thought.
Connie had been uncharacteristically quiet since they left, eyes downcast and her cheeks puffed in sulking silence. The child was obviously not looking forward to spending her Saturday at a parent-teacher conference when she could be watching her cartoons.
When Vespa finally caught up with them her hand instantly navigated to hold Connie's free one. One of heavy plastic bracelets that adorned her wrist slid over the young girl's hand, coming to a stop at her elbow.
"I know that, Soul." She snapped, picking up her pace if only to get there faster to get this over with. "I just think it's bullshit we're being called in at all. Connie is an awesome kid! She does the work sheets her teachers send home, she doesn't get into fights, she can color inside the lines- what the fuck would they be calling us in for?!" The half-selkie growled in frustration and raked a hand through her hair- it getting longer. She'd need a haircut soon lest the resemblance to her mother start to become more apparent.
Again, Soul rolled his eyes. "I'm not happy about it either. We'll go, find out what her teacher wants to tell us then go to the Underground Mall for lunch or something." He looked down at his daughter to flash her a grin. "What do you say, Concake? You wanna go to the mall later?"
Connie glanced up at him, his face still a mask of annoyance. "I want shrimp sandwiches." Her father glanced at Vespa, shooting her a half-smile, implying 'She gets it from you'. Vespa's sour mood seemed to dissipate at Connie's suggestion and she grinned, arching an eyebrow at Soul. Shut up, you love us.
"You heard the girl, Soul. Shrimp sandwiches all around!"
"Tch. You girls and your weird foods." There was a brief pause as mother and daughter exchanged looks.
"Vespa-"
"Connie-"
"CHOP!"
"GAH!" Soul stumbled, reeling from the simultaneous karate chops delivered to both his knee and the side of his head. His girlfriend and daughter had clearly been practicing their own versions of the much-feared 'Maka Chop' and they were highly effective for not being administered with a heavy book.
Next time a babysitter was needed, Maka was the last person he called.
Rating: PG-13 for Vespa's mouth
Canon: Soul Eater and Hanna is Not a Boy's Name (AU Siren's Pull canon)
Characters: Soul Eater Evans, Vespa Amaker Hatch, Connie Evans (OC, art by Tora)
Warnings: If cross-canon ships or OC kids aren't your thing, scroll on past.
Summary: Vespa bitches, Soul rolls his eyes and Connie wants to watch cartoons
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"Christ, this is so stupid." Soul rolled his eyes for what had to be the ninth time since they'd left the apartment. Vespa hadn't stopped complaining from the moment she'd hung up with the school and subsequently started walking to the school. It was a warm enough day, especially for late autumn, and the school wasn't terribly far from their apartment building.
"Complaining isn't going to make it go away, Vespa." He slowed his pace to let his girlfriend and her scuffing feet catch up. "You're whining more about it than Connie and the conference is about her." He glanced down at the small girl gripping his hand, their six-year old daughter Connie. She was a skinny little thing, a clear mixture of both her parents' unusual traits. From light gray hair pulled into pigtails then stuffed under a knitted grey and blue beanie to her large, thick-lashed eyes the same shade of red as her father's and most certainly her sharp, shark-like teeth, almost anyone in Siren's Port could guess her parentage without a second thought.
Connie had been uncharacteristically quiet since they left, eyes downcast and her cheeks puffed in sulking silence. The child was obviously not looking forward to spending her Saturday at a parent-teacher conference when she could be watching her cartoons.
When Vespa finally caught up with them her hand instantly navigated to hold Connie's free one. One of heavy plastic bracelets that adorned her wrist slid over the young girl's hand, coming to a stop at her elbow.
"I know that, Soul." She snapped, picking up her pace if only to get there faster to get this over with. "I just think it's bullshit we're being called in at all. Connie is an awesome kid! She does the work sheets her teachers send home, she doesn't get into fights, she can color inside the lines- what the fuck would they be calling us in for?!" The half-selkie growled in frustration and raked a hand through her hair- it getting longer. She'd need a haircut soon lest the resemblance to her mother start to become more apparent.
Again, Soul rolled his eyes. "I'm not happy about it either. We'll go, find out what her teacher wants to tell us then go to the Underground Mall for lunch or something." He looked down at his daughter to flash her a grin. "What do you say, Concake? You wanna go to the mall later?"
Connie glanced up at him, his face still a mask of annoyance. "I want shrimp sandwiches." Her father glanced at Vespa, shooting her a half-smile, implying 'She gets it from you'. Vespa's sour mood seemed to dissipate at Connie's suggestion and she grinned, arching an eyebrow at Soul. Shut up, you love us.
"You heard the girl, Soul. Shrimp sandwiches all around!"
"Tch. You girls and your weird foods." There was a brief pause as mother and daughter exchanged looks.
"Vespa-"
"Connie-"
"CHOP!"
"GAH!" Soul stumbled, reeling from the simultaneous karate chops delivered to both his knee and the side of his head. His girlfriend and daughter had clearly been practicing their own versions of the much-feared 'Maka Chop' and they were highly effective for not being administered with a heavy book.
Next time a babysitter was needed, Maka was the last person he called.