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Parent!Dave x Child!Reader- b l a c k b i r d
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〓 Black Bird 〓
"What a lovely name!"
. . .
You sat at the park together, on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
Time passed by slowly.
Through his ironically cool shades he watched you pick flowers and knit them into crowns and rings and necklaces.
Arms draped over the back of the bench, he relaxed against the hard wooden back, ignoring the chipped paint that got on his wickedly cool clothes. Clothes could always be washed, and he didn't want to disturb you while you played.
Sunlight streamed through the trees and landed on your figure, hunched up and wearing a face of concentration. Your brows would knit together, just like Dave's bro's when he was having a particularly fierce sword battle. But Dave had learned through his bro's mistakes; and never allowed you near weapons.
Sure he lived a pretty sweet childhood, but he didn't want you to wake up every morning on the defense, wondering when he would appear from no where and challenge you to a fight.
Even though a peaceful life may sound boring (and it was, as the time seemed to tick by at a mind blowing slow pace) he wanted you to enjoy your childhood as a kid, and not grow up to face the challenges he had.
A person sat beside him, their back brushing against his arm that was draped over the bench.
He took it off and crossed his arms over his chest, suspicious eyes falling on a little boy who joined his child.
The child was muddy and had scraped knees, in comparison to your crisp and cool treads and child-size sunglasses that were exactly like Dave's. He scoffed as the kid started playing with you; (Y/N) Strider was obviously too cool for this kid, way out of his league.
"Hi there!" the person who sat on the bench beside him chirped. She was an elderly lady, with long graying hair and wrinkled skin. Her eyes shone with youth and when she smiled, it looked like she had all her natural teeth. "It's lovely to get away from the Island once in a while," the old woman sighed, "I just hope the house doesn't get destroyed when I'm not there to protect it."
Dave didn't want to be rude to his senior, so he nodded along like he didn't think she was crazy. "It's good to get out sometimes though," he said.
"Oh, yes, indeed!" Her aged eyes watched you and the boy get up and play hide and seek. You were 'it'. Leaning against a tree trunk, the bark against your back and covering your eyes with the small palms of your hands. You began to count.
"One," you called out. "Two... Three... Four... Five..."
"That's my grandson over there," the lady nodded to the dark haired boy with glasses running around through the trees and flowers, trying to find someplace to hide. "His name's Jake. I'm Jade, but you can call me Grandma, dear. It's what I'm used to being called."
"Sure thing, Grams." Dave fixed his shades, pushing them further up his nose. "Name's Dave. That's my kid over there; (Y/N)."
"What a lovely name!"
"Thanks, Grams."
Time seemed to flow by somewhat faster.
The morning turned to evening and the chirping birds that you and Dave came to feed got bored and flew away to another park.
Jake ran up to his Grandma out of breath, face flushed and panting for air. "Grandma!" he called. "Can we come back again sometime? To play with (Y/N) again?"
"That all depends on Dave, dear."
All eyes fell on Dave.
You crawled onto his lap and tugged at his shirt collar. "Please, dad!"
Dave's shoulders went slack with defeat, and he brushed your hair back from your warm face. "Anything for you, kid."
You beamed.
. . .
"Good golly!" Jake exclaimed. "What an extravagant array of adorable creatures!"
Black birds swarmed around you two, beaks greedily stabbing the ground for more bread crumbs. Open mouths cawed in demand for more bread.
You stood in the sea of black birds, waving your empty bread bag at them.
"All gone! Sorry birdies!"
One bird pecked at your feet, shrieking crudely.
You squealed and stepped back.
Jake shooed the bird away, and it took to the air, a string of caws in its wake. A few birds followed its lead, but most of the swarm stayed surrounding your feet, encasing you in a black storm.
"There's no more! You ate everything!" you yelled at the birds who didn't understand.
Another pecked at your feet.
"Piss off, birds," Dave sighed, making his way through the sea of birds and swinging his arms at them.
They cawed and all took flight at the same time. It was a strange sight, watching so many birds fly into the air and away in a swarm that got further and further away.
"Wow! Those birds didn't stand a chance against you!" Jake was in awe.
"Yeah, whatever, kid." Dave brushed Jake's compliment away, not caring for the dorky kid but too worried about you. He checked your feet for cuts, but didn't see any signs of harm. "You alright (Y/N)?"
"Yeah! Nothing happened. They were just being greedy is all," you said, shrugging.
Dave picked you up and rested you on his hip, leading you over to the picnic table where Grandma sat before a picnic basket. Jake followed behind dejectedly.
"Grandma?" he asked, taking a seat beside her.
"Yes, dear?" She rested a withered old hand on his shoulder.
"When I grow up, can I move here?"
"Whatever you want, dear. But what's with the sudden interest? Is our Island too small for you, young adventurer?"
Jake's eyes lit up as he watched you taking out food from the basket. You were gesturing rapidly to your surroundings, recounting a tale or a memory that Jake wasn't familiar with. You accidentally caught his eye and smiled at him, making his heart rate increase.
"No reason in particular," Jake lied. His cheeks flushed and he stared at his hands. "I just want to feed the black birds again. They must be hungry if they were crowded around us like that."
"Then you can feed all the black birds you want," Grandma promised. "When you're older, and if you still feel the same."
"I doubt I'll ever change my mind, Grandma."
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Wrote this out of procrastination.
I have an essay to write, a project to start ( had two months to start it, but I'm not one for doing shit when I should ╮(─▽─)╭ ) and other other crap to do. But like always, this site's way more interesting than homework, so I'm gonna procrastinate here and ignore the reality than I really should do my homework (ᴗ˳ᴗ)
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EDIT: Thanks to Red-Massa who informed me of the maker of that lovely piece of artwork; 
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I think it would be really cool if you made a continuation of this story where Jake really does move wherever it is that reader lives and they grow up together but Dave is an overly protective Dad so he tries to pry reader and Jake from each other when they catch feelings for one another as teenagers. I dunno, it's just an idea that in my head seems really funny and cool. I could imagine Dave just brutally insulting Jake and dragging off reader as she reaches out for Jake sad and longingly.