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{ daddy!rin okumura x mommy!reader }
warning(s): none.
Listen while you read: www.youtube.com/watch?v=smqkkW…

    “Shiro, stop biting your brother’s tail, and Junichi, stop trying to scratch your brother’s eyes out!”

    The two boys couldn’t seem to hear their father, and continued tussling in the backseat of the car. That is, until their mother stepped in.

    “Listen you two,” (Name) scolded, glaring at her young sons. “If you don’t stop right now Daddy will turn this car around and there will be no camping trip.”

    The little demons understood those words perfectly for they immediately stopped their petty fighting and sat politely in their seats. Shiro’s gray tail twitched occasionally as he pressed his chin into his palms, green eyes remaining attentive to the world outside. Three-year-old Junichi continued to fight with his tail, trying to grasp it in his teeth.

    (Name) smiled with a small sigh, touching her younger son’s knee. He looked at her with those huge, blue eyes and she said, “I know how excited you are, sweetie, but please, relax a little. We’re almost there.”

    “Can we catch fireflies?” the toddler mumbled, rubbing one of his eyes.

    “Of course we can,” (Name) promised.

***

            All had been quiet during the last couple of hours of driving. Rin’s young family had fallen asleep, and he glanced ever so often at them, just so he could catch a glimpse of their sleeping faces.

            Evening had begun to settle across this area of Japan, and the young half-demon pulled into the campsite. He then touched (Name)’s arm gently, shaking her a little.

            “Mmmm?” his wife murmured, opening her eyes a little. “What is it, Rin?”

    “We’re here!” he shouted out excitedly, causing his poor sleepy family to be thrown forcefully into wakefulness.

    Seven-year-old Shiro’s tail puffed up in alarm and his eyes were wide from the surprise wake up call. Junichi gripped his father’s seat, standing up to look at the older demon.

    “Can we catch fireflies now, Daddy?” he asked, hastily.

    “Yep,” Rin answered with the biggest grin, “but we have to set up the tent first. Come on!”

    So the little family piled out of the car, and began getting their campsite ready; setting up the tent gathering firewood, and, of course, making dinner. Laughs were shared as they finished by eating s’mores with both boys getting chocolate and fire-cooked marshmallow all over their faces.

    Junichi scrambled over to his father with a jar in his tiny hands. “Can we catch fireflies now,” he pleaded.

    “Well,” Rin said, drawing out his words, and (Name) rolled her eyes at her husband. “That depends. Do you have a lid?”

    “Yes!”

    “Are holes in the lid, so the fireflies can breathe?”

    “Yes”

    “Is there food in the jar for them to eat?”

    “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Junichi answered, bouncing back and forth on his toes. “So can we go?”

    Rin laughed, scooping up his youngest son in his arms. “All right, let’s go.” The father’s dark eyes landed on his eldest son. “Do you want to come catch fireflies too, Shiro?”

    Shiro didn’t even look at Rin as he answered, his green eyes were too focused on the fire. “I’ll stay with Mom.”

    “All right,” Rin said as he settled the over-excited Junichi on his shoulders. A knowing look passed between the parents.

    Make sure you talk to him.

    I will.

    “Be safe,” (Name) called to them as they headed off into the forest. And with that Rin and Junichi were gone, leaving (Nsme) and her oldest son, Shiro, alone.

    “Shiro,” she asked, settling in next to him on the log. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” He had always been much more reserved and quiet about his desires, even in his earlier years. So when he turned to her with that deep look of passion and determination in his green eyes, it almost frightened (Name) a little.

    “I want to be an Exorcist,” he told her quietly.

    “A what?” (Name) asked, trying to process her son’s words. Though, it shouldn’t have been that surprising; his father was an Exorcist, after all, and a pretty damn good one. Yet, the idea was surprising, and it scared her a little.

    “An Exorcist,” he answered again. “I want to be a knight like Dad.”

    “You don’t want to start training now?” (Name) asked, her voice trembling a little in spite of herself.

    “Of course, I’ll work hard to get into True Cross Academy.”

    He smiled, “Don’t look so worried, Mom, I don’t like it.”

    She opened her mouth to say more only to be interrupted by the return of her husband. Junichi was crashed out in his arms, black hair laying in his eyes, and the jar was settled on his rising and falling chest.

    The jar – dimly alight with fireflies – was handed off to the older son, and Rin walked off to settle Junichi in bed.

    “Shiro, you should probably head to bed too.” (Name) said. “Go on.”

    “But-“ Shiro began to protest.

    “Go,” (Name) told him more deliberately.

    Shiro huffed, but with a slight twitch of his tail, he said nothing more.

    “So,” Rin asked, stretching his arms above his head. “What’s going on with young Shiro?”

    (Name) didn’t look at her husband as she muttered, “He wants to become an Exorcist.”

    “He what?”

    “Shiro wants to fight demons, Rin!” she hissed more fervently.

    Her husband grinned. “Good for him!”

    “But, it’s dangerous, Rin,” (Name) pleaded, trying to make him see. “We can’t let him do that!”

    “It’s not our choice to make, (Name).”

    “But he’s our son,” she fired back.

    “And it’s his life,” he answered calmly, putting an arm around her shoulders. “Let him live it the way he wants to. Besides, an Exorcist never fights alone. He’ll have me there to protect him when there is trouble.”

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{ daddy!rin okumura x mommy!reader }
warning(s): none.
Listen while you read: www.youtube.com/watch?v=smqkkW…

    “Shiro, stop biting your brother’s tail, and Junichi, stop trying to scratch your brother’s eyes out!”

    The two boys couldn’t seem to hear their father, and continued tussling in the backseat of the car. That is, until their mother stepped in.

    “Listen you two,” (Name) scolded, glaring at her young sons. “If you don’t stop right now Daddy will turn this car around and there will be no camping trip.”

    The little demons understood those words perfectly for they immediately stopped their petty fighting and sat politely in their seats. Shiro’s gray tail twitched occasionally as he pressed his chin into his palms, green eyes remaining attentive to the world outside. Three-year-old Junichi continued to fight with his tail, trying to grasp it in his teeth.

    (Name) smiled with a small sigh, touching her younger son’s knee. He looked at her with those huge, blue eyes and she said, “I know how excited you are, sweetie, but please, relax a little. We’re almost there.”

    “Can we catch fireflies?” the toddler mumbled, rubbing one of his eyes.

    “Of course we can,” (Name) promised.

***

            All had been quiet during the last couple of hours of driving. Rin’s young family had fallen asleep, and he glanced ever so often at them, just so he could catch a glimpse of their sleeping faces.

            Evening had begun to settle across this area of Japan, and the young half-demon pulled into the campsite. He then touched (Name)’s arm gently, shaking her a little.

            “Mmmm?” his wife murmured, opening her eyes a little. “What is it, Rin?”

    “We’re here!” he shouted out excitedly, causing his poor sleepy family to be thrown forcefully into wakefulness.

    Seven-year-old Shiro’s tail puffed up in alarm and his eyes were wide from the surprise wake up call. Junichi gripped his father’s seat, standing up to look at the older demon.

    “Can we catch fireflies now, Daddy?” he asked, hastily.

    “Yep,” Rin answered with the biggest grin, “but we have to set up the tent first. Come on!”

    So the little family piled out of the car, and began getting their campsite ready; setting up the tent gathering firewood, and, of course, making dinner. Laughs were shared as they finished by eating s’mores with both boys getting chocolate and fire-cooked marshmallow all over their faces.

    Junichi scrambled over to his father with a jar in his tiny hands. “Can we catch fireflies now,” he pleaded.

    “Well,” Rin said, drawing out his words, and (Name) rolled her eyes at her husband. “That depends. Do you have a lid?”

    “Yes!”

    “Are holes in the lid, so the fireflies can breathe?”

    “Yes”

    “Is there food in the jar for them to eat?”

    “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Junichi answered, bouncing back and forth on his toes. “So can we go?”

    Rin laughed, scooping up his youngest son in his arms. “All right, let’s go.” The father’s dark eyes landed on his eldest son. “Do you want to come catch fireflies too, Shiro?”

    Shiro didn’t even look at Rin as he answered, his green eyes were too focused on the fire. “I’ll stay with Mom.”

    “All right,” Rin said as he settled the over-excited Junichi on his shoulders. A knowing look passed between the parents.

    Make sure you talk to him.

    I will.

    “Be safe,” (Name) called to them as they headed off into the forest. And with that Rin and Junichi were gone, leaving (Nsme) and her oldest son, Shiro, alone.

    “Shiro,” she asked, settling in next to him on the log. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” He had always been much more reserved and quiet about his desires, even in his earlier years. So when he turned to her with that deep look of passion and determination in his green eyes, it almost frightened (Name) a little.

    “I want to be an Exorcist,” he told her quietly.

    “A what?” (Name) asked, trying to process her son’s words. Though, it shouldn’t have been that surprising; his father was an Exorcist, after all, and a pretty damn good one. Yet, the idea was surprising, and it scared her a little.

    “An Exorcist,” he answered again. “I want to be a knight like Dad.”

    “You don’t want to start training now?” (Name) asked, her voice trembling a little in spite of herself.

    “Of course, I’ll work hard to get into True Cross Academy.”

    He smiled, “Don’t look so worried, Mom, I don’t like it.”

    She opened her mouth to say more only to be interrupted by the return of her husband. Junichi was crashed out in his arms, black hair laying in his eyes, and the jar was settled on his rising and falling chest.

    The jar – dimly alight with fireflies – was handed off to the older son, and Rin walked off to settle Junichi in bed.

    “Shiro, you should probably head to bed too.” (Name) said. “Go on.”

    “But-“ Shiro began to protest.

    “Go,” (Name) told him more deliberately.

    Shiro huffed, but with a slight twitch of his tail, he said nothing more.

    “So,” Rin asked, stretching his arms above his head. “What’s going on with young Shiro?”

    (Name) didn’t look at her husband as she muttered, “He wants to become an Exorcist.”

    “He what?”

    “Shiro wants to fight demons, Rin!” she hissed more fervently.

    Her husband grinned. “Good for him!”

    “But, it’s dangerous, Rin,” (Name) pleaded, trying to make him see. “We can’t let him do that!”

    “It’s not our choice to make, (Name).”

    “But he’s our son,” she fired back.

    “And it’s his life,” he answered calmly, putting an arm around her shoulders. “Let him live it the way he wants to. Besides, an Exorcist never fights alone. He’ll have me there to protect him when there is trouble.”