#i’m logging out and never logging back in — G’BYE!

[aqrcia]

okay so this is over because my last battle contestants — are busy ! if stella decides to let you all do a final round, she’ll announce it ! if not, MARCOS and BRYLEIGH take your championship belts and go !

[impulse-writing]

it’s a wonderful life (8/?)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7

There was a time when Yang thought raising her own children would be simple.

Maybe not easy, of course, Yang knew being responsible for an entire person would never be easy. But at least she thought it would be something familiar. Like retracing old steps, and remembering certain cues, after practically raising herself and Ruby as children. She was obviously better than Raven in that regard (the number one mother of the year)  and looking back, Yang liked to think she did an okay job. Neither she nor Ruby exploded. That counted as a good thing, right?

So when Blake finally told her the most wonderful news of her life, Yang approached the idea of parenthood with little hesitation, possessing none of the fear first time parents felt. Every tense emotion she had turned into excitement and anticipation. Yang felt ready, and like everything she did in her life, she went in headfirst and followed the same old beats that came to her like an instinct.

Change diaper, help mom feed the baby, sing them to sleep, keep them from making a fuss.

At least she managed to babyproof their home, she can handle a hammer just fine - some things were thankfully easier as an adult.

And now, after four glorious years of raising their own children, Yang couldn’t help but think, ah… yes –

“Remember that time when I thought raising kids would be simple?”

There were a few things she never expected that would prove her hideously wrong, even before their girls were born. The young couple never expected to take care of more than one baby at the same time, let alone multiple mini versions of herself and Mrs. Dark and Dangerous. She expected to toe dip into the situation, but fate was already laughing at them even before their first ultrasound, when the doctor told them they were having twins.

While Ruby grew up to be a rambunctions toddler who had a penchant for disappearing during random times of the day, resulting in her panicking sister elbow-deep in wild brambles or squeezed under a giant log, nothing could have prepared Yang for chasing around naked, wet, screaming toddlers across their backyard where their neighbors can see.

“C’mere you little gremlin.” Yang grabbed one squirming, soapy child in her arm like a slippery sack, butt up in the air and legs flapping. Her other arm accommodated her second child, who kept flopping around wildly like an angry fish over her shoulder.

“Unhand me, evil Grimm!”

They definitely learned that from their infamous Aunt Ruby.

“Not ‘til the little huntresses had their baths. Let’s get your butts back in the water.”

Yang enjoyed their whines of defeat and groans of ‘Nooo’ perhaps a little too much.

*****

It was like having several scroll apps running at the same time.

She had one arm dedicated to pulling socks over one toddler’s foot - because yes, something that simple did require an entire arm to utilize. The other arm was busy pulling a tiny jacket over Li’s head. Left foot in boot, stop right leg from kicking her in the eye. One of them clambered up onto her shoulders, before burying herself in their mother’s hair.

It wasn’t long until Yue was cuddled in her arms, already falling asleep as she basked in Yang’s natural warmth. Li sat on her shoulders, kicking her feet and grabbing fistfulls of golden locks.

“Everybody ready?”

A chorus of rambunctious ‘yeses’ made Yang bounce her girls in place.

“Gotta say g’bye to mommy.” Yang looked around. “Where’s mommy?”

“Here’s mommy. ”

Yang turned her head towards the staircase, smiling as she watched the love of her life climb down each step shakily. Judging by the robe she was wearing, and her adorable messy bedhead, Blake must have just woken up.

Yang reached for her, and pulled her in for a quick kiss.

“Promise me you’ll go back to bed after this?”

Blake stared at her. Yang almost preened, glad that she still had that effect on her wife.

“I make no promises.” Blake said, pulling herself away. She tugged her black robe tighter around herself, for the life of her looking unsure. “I’ll probably do something. Like… read?”

“Blake - “

Blake flinched.

Yang frowned, taking her hand and squeezing her fingers lightly. “Everything okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m just…”

“Just?”

Blake cleared her throat, strangely looking out of her element as she stood in the middle of the hallway. “I’m just…”

“I get it. You’re worried about work again?”

“…. yes, work.”

“You need this day off, babe.” Yang said. “Your loyal underlings can handle your job for one day.”

“Right.”

Yang pulled her in for another kiss. She smiled over their parted lips in adoration. “Workaholic.”

“That’s me.”

“Read your new books, have a bubble bath, relax. You deserve this.” Yang said. “I can handle the little gremlins for a while. We’ll have a great time.”

“Okay.”

“And if you want us to come back in case you feel lonely, you know my number.” Yang winked.

Blake stared.

“Um. Will you be all right?”

“Yes. Sorry, I’m just tired.” Blake ran a hand over her face. “You’re right, I’ve been focusing too much on work and… the kids recently.”

“Mom?”

Yang looked up at eyes very much like hers, glaring at her. “Yes baby?”

“No more kissing!”

Yang laughed, taking a step away from her wife, watching in amusement as Blake’s face flushed red. “We’ll continue this later.” She said, this time missing Blake’s completely dazed expression.

“Okay, time to do a headcount! Li?”

“Let’s go let’s go I wanna see the lions!”

“Yue?”

Snore.

“Bo?”

Yang looked around.

“Bo? Oh.” She tugged open her coat and looked inside, relieved to see the eldest of the triplets already hugging her midsection; face huddled into her side. “There you are.”

An arm reached over and pulled Yang’s coat closed.

“That’s everyone.”

“H-have fun.”

“Say g’bye to mommy.”

“Bye mommy!”

“Not gonna give mommy a kiss?”

“No more kissing.”

“No more kissing, gotcha.”

And with that, the four of them headed out through the door like a whirlwind, leaving Blake stupefied in the hallway.

“You…” Blake turned to glare at the old man next to her, his eyes twinkling. Daring her to punch God in the face. “Where did you just take me?”