Fic: Niblings
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meridian_roseTitle: Niblings
Fandom: Original fic
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 592
Prompt: For the 30 days of fiction meme, prompt # 22 write a scene with children. Also I think this almost meets the challengehrhrionastar gave me at the 'not going there' post: babyfic.
Summary: Three children are bad enough. Three children of indeterminate species is worse.
Warnings: None
Notes: While unofficial, 'niblings' is a colloquial collective term for nephews and nieces, for which there's no one word term in English.
"How are my niblings?" Kyle asked, strolling into the kitchen.
Amelie, sitting at the table, rolled her eyes. "Kendra, sweetheart," she called, still wrestling with the bundle of fur on her lap.
A girl, maybe five years old, dashed into the room and flung herself at Kyle. "Unka."
"Hey, darling," he said, ruffling her hair. "Wearing a dress today I see."
Kendra regarded him coolly, lifting her chin to stare up at him. "Yes." She hitched up her white and pink flowered dress to show off white shorts. "But shorts, so's I don't show everyone my knickers when I play on the playground."
"Very sensible," Kyle said, straight-faced.
"Ow," Amelie snapped. She grabbed up the pup, holding him at arm's length. "That was my wrist! And it's why you're not allowed to breast feed anymore. You've got teeth, use them on your food. Little bugger."
Kendra giggled. "That's a bad word. I'm going to tell grandma." She dashed back out of the kitchen. Amelie sighed and put the pup back on her lap.
A naked young boy, younger than Kendra ran into the room. He sat down in front of Kyle, bouncing up and down on his bare behind. He stuck his tongue out, then tipped his head back and made an attempt at a wolf howl.
"He's very confused. He thinks he has a tail even when he's human," Amelie said in exasperation. "Keeps trying to look behind him for it. Honestly, you wouldn't believe they're all from the same litter."
"Girls mature faster than boys," Kyle said. "To begin with, at least. It's all dreadfully sexist."
"Ow," Amelie shrieked. She lifted the puppy and nipped at his ear. He gave a pained yelp. "Yes, it hurts, doesn't it? Now stop biting." She put him on the floor. He turned sad eyes up at her.
"Bad boy," the naked child said and blinked hard, shifting into a canine form that resembled the scruffiest little mongrel you'd find in the pound. He lifted his rear leg and scratched enthusiastically.
"Ben," Amelie said. "Stop that."
Kyle laughed. "Sometimes you have to have a good riff, eh?" He bent down and gave the wolf pup a good scratch behind its ears. The third pup, still sulking over being punished for biting, limped over and flopped onto the floor, displaying his belly. Kyle moved one hand to fuss him too.
"Kyle," said Janie, breezing in. "I didn't know you were coming over today. Amelie, if you don't want the children growing up as foul mouthed as you and your brother, watch your language around them."
Seeing Amelie about to say something else inappropriate, Kyle stood up and interrupted with, "There's an temporary exhibit just opened at the gallery. Contemporary artwork inspired by Ancient Egyptian Art. I thought Amie might want to come see it."
Amelie stood up at once. "Hell, yes. Mum, feed Jake, would you? And give him a chew toy. He keeps biting."
"You don't bite, do you, sweetheart?" Janie bent down and kissed Jake on his snout. "You're my little darling, aren't you? Amelie, are you going out again?"
Amelie rolled her eyes again. "You wanted me to have a litter, you have to help look after them," she said. "Especially Jake. He's going to be a puppy until he's six."
"He won't be," Janie scoffed. "Even your brother wasn't a puppy that long and –"
"Mum, no," Kyle whined. "Not the training stories again. Amie, hurry up and get your coat." Coming to his sister's rescue was always a risky proposition.
Fandom: Original fic
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 592
Prompt: For the 30 days of fiction meme, prompt # 22 write a scene with children. Also I think this almost meets the challenge
hrhrionastar gave me at the 'not going there' post: babyfic.Summary: Three children are bad enough. Three children of indeterminate species is worse.
Warnings: None
Notes: While unofficial, 'niblings' is a colloquial collective term for nephews and nieces, for which there's no one word term in English.
"How are my niblings?" Kyle asked, strolling into the kitchen.
Amelie, sitting at the table, rolled her eyes. "Kendra, sweetheart," she called, still wrestling with the bundle of fur on her lap.
A girl, maybe five years old, dashed into the room and flung herself at Kyle. "Unka."
"Hey, darling," he said, ruffling her hair. "Wearing a dress today I see."
Kendra regarded him coolly, lifting her chin to stare up at him. "Yes." She hitched up her white and pink flowered dress to show off white shorts. "But shorts, so's I don't show everyone my knickers when I play on the playground."
"Very sensible," Kyle said, straight-faced.
"Ow," Amelie snapped. She grabbed up the pup, holding him at arm's length. "That was my wrist! And it's why you're not allowed to breast feed anymore. You've got teeth, use them on your food. Little bugger."
Kendra giggled. "That's a bad word. I'm going to tell grandma." She dashed back out of the kitchen. Amelie sighed and put the pup back on her lap.
A naked young boy, younger than Kendra ran into the room. He sat down in front of Kyle, bouncing up and down on his bare behind. He stuck his tongue out, then tipped his head back and made an attempt at a wolf howl.
"He's very confused. He thinks he has a tail even when he's human," Amelie said in exasperation. "Keeps trying to look behind him for it. Honestly, you wouldn't believe they're all from the same litter."
"Girls mature faster than boys," Kyle said. "To begin with, at least. It's all dreadfully sexist."
"Ow," Amelie shrieked. She lifted the puppy and nipped at his ear. He gave a pained yelp. "Yes, it hurts, doesn't it? Now stop biting." She put him on the floor. He turned sad eyes up at her.
"Bad boy," the naked child said and blinked hard, shifting into a canine form that resembled the scruffiest little mongrel you'd find in the pound. He lifted his rear leg and scratched enthusiastically.
"Ben," Amelie said. "Stop that."
Kyle laughed. "Sometimes you have to have a good riff, eh?" He bent down and gave the wolf pup a good scratch behind its ears. The third pup, still sulking over being punished for biting, limped over and flopped onto the floor, displaying his belly. Kyle moved one hand to fuss him too.
"Kyle," said Janie, breezing in. "I didn't know you were coming over today. Amelie, if you don't want the children growing up as foul mouthed as you and your brother, watch your language around them."
Seeing Amelie about to say something else inappropriate, Kyle stood up and interrupted with, "There's an temporary exhibit just opened at the gallery. Contemporary artwork inspired by Ancient Egyptian Art. I thought Amie might want to come see it."
Amelie stood up at once. "Hell, yes. Mum, feed Jake, would you? And give him a chew toy. He keeps biting."
"You don't bite, do you, sweetheart?" Janie bent down and kissed Jake on his snout. "You're my little darling, aren't you? Amelie, are you going out again?"
Amelie rolled her eyes again. "You wanted me to have a litter, you have to help look after them," she said. "Especially Jake. He's going to be a puppy until he's six."
"He won't be," Janie scoffed. "Even your brother wasn't a puppy that long and –"
"Mum, no," Kyle whined. "Not the training stories again. Amie, hurry up and get your coat." Coming to his sister's rescue was always a risky proposition.
