Author's Note: Yay, more lovely reviews on my last entry! For the record, the hyper-Nora section wasn't planned. At all. I didn't plan out the paragraph long run-on sentence that culminated in drunken bird wizards, it just kind of happened. I wasn't fully in control again until I had to focus on the steps of Gongfu Cha Gaiwan tea brewing. I don't know what that says about my mental state that a fictional character hijacked my story, but man, that was a trip.
Anyways, here's some Blacksun. Who has two thumbs and owns nothing? This gal!
Entry 3: I'll End Him Later
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Irrespective of what his wife might say, Ghira Belladonna didn't sulk. He contemplated. Aggressively. With a scowl directed towards the idiot boy that his Blake, his princess, his only child, his beloved daughter, had brought home.
Just… why?
If one held a gun to his family's heads-and for some reason, Ghira hadn't crushed said hostage taker with primal fury and great vengeance-the Chieftain would eventually admit that the boy wasn't necessarily a malicious or bad person. Not like that Adam Taurus. If his path should ever cross with that masked pile of rancid feces that dared called itself a Faunus, Taurus would learn what real White Fang violence was.
But admitting that Wukong wasn't as bad as Taurus was like conceding that a mangy, flea-ridden cur wasn't as bad as a rabid animal snapping and threatening everyone in sight; it was a true statement, but neither had any business being near his daughter. It didn't help that, instead of helping him in driving off the interloper, Kali actively encouraged the two, calling it "cute," and suggesting that a pairing of a quieter, serious, moody one with a friendly, silly one had some precedent in their family.
Ghira had no idea what she was talking about. He could be plenty friendly, just not to teenage boys who clearly didn't understand how shirts work, and worse, clearly influenced such… choices in his daughter's attire.
What? Hypocrisy? Again, Ghira had no idea what Kali was on about. His own attire displayed the staggering strength of the Faunus people to neighboring kingdoms, putting his imposing physique to work for the good of all of Menagerie. That boy's attire inspired his daughter to sneak glances at him when she thought no one could see her. There was a clear difference.
She was showing them pictures on their scroll now, including one of another team that her daughter's friends were close to. See, that one short-haired blonde girl had the good sense to wear a hooded sweatshirt and plate armor. Why couldn't she take her fashion cues from her?
He was now being informed that that was, allegedly, a boy.
Really? Two of them were boys? Are you sure?
Huh. It looked like human parents weren't feeding their boys enough protein these days.
Oh no, and now there's talk of orphans. Well, now he felt bad. Oh, and now Wukong was talking about growing up homeless and alone in the streets of Vacuo.
Well. He suppose he couldn't fault the vagrant rapscallion for not having proper manners and deference to Blake if he had no one to show him how to comport himself as a proper young Faunus man.
Mind you, he was still going to smash the boy into paste if he kept on talking about his daughter's alleged "moves," but he could forestall his righteous judgement for a little while longer.
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Well, the boy had gone and got himself stabbed chasing Blake, and now his daughter was crying over Wukong's unconscious body in Ghira's own study. He hated hearing Blake cry. In retrospect, at least the idiot recognized that Blake was to be protected at all costs, but he still shouldn't do so in a way that made his daughter upset.
How was he going to crush him like a bug if he went out and got himself killed first? And now it seemed as if his antics had bought himself another reprieve from his paternal fury, as he couldn't very well make Blake cry even worse by finishing off Wukong himself.
At least, not until he was up and on his feet again. Then he would pay.
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"I'd do it all again if it meant protecting you."
Again, the idiot at least had his priorities straight. If there was one thing that he could agree with Wukong about, it was that it would be far better for him to throw himself into harm's way over exposing Blake to it. He supposed that he could learn to accept some degree of proximity of the boy to his daughter due to his perfect expendability as a meat shield.
Still, if he didn't learn the role of proper boundaries, he wouldn't hesitate to stomp Wukong flat himself. His execution had merely been delayed.
Wait, what did she mean, "her hero?"
Damn it, Kali. And Blake had her kitty smile on too, the one that she only gets when she's really, truly happy.
And it was that idiot that put it on her face. Damn it. He'd wait until this… whatever it was ran its course, and then he'd personally eject Wukong from Menagerie via trebuchet.
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Okay, so Wukong had supported Blake against Taurus, raising her flagging morale against his psychological attacks and physically interposing himself between her and Taurus's sword. It was a sign of Ghira's near saintly patience and mercy that he tolerated Sun's continued presence around his daughter, and didn't commit swift and savage murder for putting his tail around her waist. Hopefully, her reunion with the rest of her team would mean that Sun's usefulness to her had come to an end, and she would soon rid herself of the boy.
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Well, it looks like his daughter and Wukong had finally gone their separate ways. Too bad, so sad, hopefully he'll fall off a cliff and-
She kissed him! What?! Why?!
What did she mean by "counting the days until she can get her hands on him again?!"
It was official. Blake was trying to commit patricide by giving her poor old father, who had never been anything but loving and supportive, a heart attack with these letters.
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder," his left foot. Stop egging them on, Kali. It would give them the wrong impression that Wukong wasn't a dead man for touching his daughter.
No, Kali. The only sense that he missed Wukong was in the way that the axe he threw at him didn't hit the mark.
On the upside, it seems that Adam Taurus was a literal dead man now. Evil bastard would never threaten his darling princess ever again.
That still doesn't mean he approved of Sun!
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What did she mean "she was marrying him?!"
It was bad enough that he had dragged her back from who-knows-where, underfed and exhausted, from fighting someone calling themselves "The Queen of the Grimm." Now he thinks that he's good enough to ask his daughter, his kitty princess, his baby Blake, for her hand in marriage?! Who did he think he was?!
She asked him?!
What.
Just.
Hang on.
Nope. Doesn't compute. Time to die, Wukong, you've escaped your execution long enough.
"Sure thing, Mr. B!"
Damn it, boy, he's threatening your life, don't just grin and give him the thumb's-up!
No, Kali, it is not "just bluster." As a father, Ghira has the inalienable right to exact bloody-handed murder against any would-be suitor of Blake's who doesn't measure up.
None of them measure up, boy, that's the point! Now you listen-
She's up.
She's… purring. Purring into the neck of Wukong.
Blake hasn't purred since she was nine years old.
…
… Okay, you've escaped death this time, Wukong. For her sake.
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For crying out loud, boy, fix your tie. Blake may be marrying a moron, but that doesn't mean the world has to know from just a glance.
"Sure thing, Mr. B! Or should I say 'Dad?'"
They'll never find your body, Wukong.
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"Come on, Sun. Pull the knot harder. Bind me up good and tight."
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Pull my hair! Oh, Sun!"
Oh no. Ghira did not just hear that.
Only the immediate intercession of his wife kept Ghira from bursting into the guest room and dismantling Wukong in alphabetical order.
Yes, he knows that they're married now, but that still doesn't mean he can touch his baby girl like that!
She'll always be his precious baby girl.
Well, yes, he and Kali had got up to some… escapades after their wedding, but that was different!
And that was different too! Kali's father had been entirely unreasonable in his dislike of Ghira, whereas Ghira was a bastion of reasoned logic in the sort of mad world that made a marriage between Blake and Wukong even a remote possibility.
Grandkids?
Well… he supposed it wouldn't be so bad to have some little babies running around. But could they at least keep it down when they visit Menagerie?!
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"We're trying to get pregnant!"
Yeah. All over the guest room.
Blake, sweetheart, have you considered the potential benefits of parthenogenesis? Perhaps we could arrange for an immaculate conception?
"Oh Dad, I'm hardly immaculate."
Gzrgkh.
"He's choking! Don't worry, Mr. B, I'll save you!"
Stop hitting him, you idiot. And don't touch his daughter.
"But then how is she supposed to get pregnant?"
"Never mind Ghira, Sun, he's just being dramatic."
Hardly. Men like Ghira don't get dramatic, they get prophetic.
"Anyways, here's this list of potential fertility treatments you may wish to look into. I know it took your father and I a lot of tries before we had you. Do remember to have fun now!"
Did she just wink?!
"Sure thing, Mom!"
It's official. His whole family is conspiring to drive Ghira into an early grave.
"Don't worry, Mr. B, I'm gonna be the best dad ever!"
Damn it, boy, now he has to kill you.
"Daddy! Be nice!"
...Fine. You may continue to draw breath, Wukong. Be grateful to Blake that you're allowed to persist in this world.
"But Blake is my world."
Damn it, boy.
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His grandchildren were Ghira's pride and joy.
Sure, Ghira may have been getting on in years-he now cinched his tunic closed a bit higher than before, and the fur on his chest was more gray than black-but he was still a powerfully built man, which is why the little black-haired monkey Faunus's favorite playset was Grandpa.
The girl giggled as her grandfather raised his massive arm, the child hanging from his bicep with a powerful prehensile tail. She shrieked in delight before swinging towards him, giving him a quick, but strong hug as she scampered around to sit on his shoulders.
Across the room, Blake held her younger child, a newborn son, his golden cat ears peeking out through the blanket. Kali had a full-blown kitty smile as she shook a rattle for him, squealing with delight as his little hands grasped onto one of her fingers.
In the meantime, a slightly haggard but still-grinning Sun clapped his hand on Ghira's shoulder.
"Fatherhood. What a trip. Am I right, Mr. B?"
Sure thing, boy.
"Daddy!" Ghira's granddaughter jumped from his shoulders into Sun's arms.
Time to go meet his grandson. Good work there, boy.
"What's this? Not going to threaten my life today?"
No grandchild of his is going to grow up without a father. He'll get around to destroying him. One of these days. Have you thought about schools yet?
"I knew you'd warm up to me, Mr. B!"
Shut up, boy.
"You got it!"
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Entry Endnotes: This format was a little more experimental, so they won't all be like this. Hopefully, it'll be a success.
The whole thing with the Sun and the Belladonna family reminded me of my parents and my grandpa: a gorgeous brunette escapes an evil, abusive ex, returning to her tropical island home with a blonde boy with more abs than sense, and introduces him to her sulking, hulking father. It was a running joke, even long after my older brother and I were born, that my grandfather would occasionally ask my dad to remind him to destroy him sometime.
Miss you, grandpa.
Oh, and while this hasn't been a problem yet, please no ship-fighting in the reviews. These drabbles aren't an endorsement of any one ship over another, yadda-yadda-yadda. Thus far, I have ideas for a Lancaster, a Bumbleby, an Arkos, a genderbent Arkos, and a Nuts-and-dolts, plus some potential others, not necessarily in that order. And I might do another White Knight for CelestiasPaladin, just for being a good sport about it.