One Shots Book

Real and Fake (Many Ships)

Alright. So, I know I have a ton of requests for sequels and such, but I came up with idea and it's so freaking cute and heartbreaking so I had to write it. The bold at the beginning is the events that led to this situation. Enjoy~!
Also, may I just say, Animal Lovers has 42 votes. Holy crap! That's my story with the most votes and it's at 42! Squee! Alright, now onto the sad stuff.
Also, just so you know, you have to be 21 to leave your parents in this AU.

"There are laws not only against inter-species relationships but also against homosexual relationships. The breaking of all these laws results in execution. Your child will be given to a rightful couple." The man said as he strapped handcuffs around their wrists.

(5 years old)
"Betty?" The teacher asked a young girl as she drew the picture the teacher had asked for. "Betty, I said you needed to put your mommy and your daddy." The teacher cooed to the young girl. She had drawn a picture of two figures, one a fuzzy creature known as a Bacca, and one a human. They both had brown hair and the teacher bit her lip. She knew very well that Betty's parents were blondes, and so was confused by the drawings.
"I did draw my mommy and daddy. That's mommy" she said as she pointed to the human "and that's daddy" she added as she pointed to the Bacca. Betty giggled. "They're really nice, daddy lets me cuddle up in his fur sometimes." Betty said as she smiled to the picture.
"Okay Betty. Can you draw it again, and add clothes to your mommy and daddy? I need to help other kids." She said. Betty nodded to her teacher and the woman walked off. The other students were doing fine, and so she walked over to the phone to dial Betty's mother.
"Hello?" The older woman asked into the phone.
"Hello, this is Betty's teacher. We are having the kids draw their parents right now and for some reason she isn't drawing you guys. Any ideas as to why that is?" The teacher said to the older woman. A scoff carried through the phone line.
"Betty has these imaginary friends who she swears are her real parents. We've given up trying to explain to her that they're not." The voice said, a slight slur slipping past her lips.
"Okay. Thank you for the information." The teacher said and hung up. She looked to Betty who was laughing at her drawing. At least she was happy.
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(10 years old)
"ROSIE!" A loud voice boomed through the house. A young girl hid in her closet, hoping to hide from the beatings. Her father's footsteps stormed into her room and she begged for him to not find her. She wasn't so lucky, being yanked out of the closet by her hair.
"Come here you sl*tty b*tch." Her father growled as she was dragged towards the stairs.
"No! You're not my dad! Daddy!" Rosie screamed as she was dragged out of her room. A glowing figure tried to grab at the girl but the door slammed shut. The young girl sobbed as she recognized who the figure had been. "Daddy! No, let go! Daddy!"
"I'm your father you sl*t. And I'm master to you." The man growled to his daughter.
"You're not my real dad! Daddy! Help me please!" Rosie sobbed as she was throw onto a bed in the basement.
"You've been a very bad girl." Her father growled as he tied her hands to the bed posts.
"No! Daddy! Anyone! Help me!" The girl screamed before a filthy rag was tied around her mouth. She began sobbing as his rough hands rubbed at her stomach.
"Now you sit still and be quiet. I'll be back for you later." The man growled before slamming shut the door, leaving the young girl alone in a cold, dark room. She tugged at her restraints but it was no use. She began to sob and shook as she remembered what would happen to her. She opened her eyes to try and find a way of escaping only to see a small glow of light beside her and warmth surrounding her. She tried to call out to her true parents, but she was still gagged. The glowing lava mob held her close, heat and light radiating off of him. The human was holding them both close, running his fingers through their daughter's hair.
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(12 years old)
"Eve!" A young girl yelled as her friend slumped to the ground. The boys beating her chuckled and kicked the unresponsive body a few times for good luck. Once she touched the girl named Eve, the body became responsive once more. She let out a sob of delight and struggled to pull the girl up.
"Leave me here." Eve croaked as she ignored the tugging on her arm.
"No! You can't let them win Eve!"
"They already won sweetheart." Eve said as she tried to free her arm.
"No. I won't lose you Eevie. Please." The girl sobbed to her broken friend. "You're our future. We'll make them change their minds about us. I can't lose you!" The girl yelled as she collapsed before her friend and sobs racked her body.
"Alright doll. I'll get up. Just as long as you promise to stay by my side the whole way." The sobbing girl sniffed and nodded.
"I'll be with you forever Eevie. Come on, let's get you to the nurse." She dragged the older up to her feet and smiled. Eevie smiled as well and hobbled behind her friend. Half way there the familiar brunette and blonde who'd help her arrived. She knew they weren't real, or at least alive. They always had so much love and comfort in their eyes that they practically healed her themselves. The younger girl replaced the brunette and helped her to the nurse. And Eevie was glad that this girl was lesbian like she was.
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(15 years old)
"Brandon!" A boy yelled, chasing the aforementioned. "Come back here!" Brandon giggled and ran farther ahead. He turned a corner in the house and tripped over his mother who had her arms crossed.
"Brandon. You're supposed to be getting ready for school. Not tormenting your brother." His mother scolded, taking the stolen beanie from the boy.
"But mom! I don't like going to school! The kids are all mean to me." Brandon whined. "They all say I'm just like this guy who got executed, I have his name and everything!" Brandon whined. He knew exactly who the kids were talking about and he hated acting stupid in front of his mother.
"Just ignore them Brandon, you have to go to school." His mom said before shooing him off, returning the beanie to his younger brother. Brandon ran off to his room and locked his door. The man they always compared him to was dead, long dead by now. But he still saw the figure every once in a while. The dead boy, who's name was also Brandon, seemed to follow him, watching after him. He was often next to another man, seemingly a few years older than him. Through some research, the young boy had found out the truth about the pair that went invisible to others. They were a couple, with the names Brandon and Mat. They and their friends were homosexual couples, some including them were inter-species as well, and they had all decided to have children. Brandon was killed by an angry mob before he could even go search for children. They were all sure that he was too young to understand love, and they had to teach him a lesson. The rest still went and found children, all quite happy until they had to ask permission to become the caregivers of the children.
How it worked was that children were birthed in the birthing centers, and then left outside to be taken. Once they were put outside, no one fed them or cared for them. So it became an instinct to search garbages for food, and drink water from puddles that sometimes covered the roads. There was no one stopping the children from crawling out into the roads or starving. When a couple wished to have children they'd go to the birthing center and collect the child they'd like. Then they'd go to a court hearing with the government to get the okay to become the guardians of the child.
Brandon had been chosen by Mat, to replace his now-dead partner. And it just ended in him being killed as well. Brandon had then been given to his mother. She adopted a new child every month that was displaced and couldn't be returned to the birthing centers. Brandon was one of them, as well as his younger brother. His mother raised them all to respect everyone, despite their background, beliefs, or love interest. It made them targets at school but one day it'd be worth it.
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