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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-10-02 06:56 pm
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Anna - Zombie Jamboree
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Zombie Jamboree
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Rating: FRT
Characters: The Scherlackers
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realmofthemuse Prompt: 1.76.1
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Nora decided to pick out Anna's Halloween costume, and it doesn't go over so well.
Author's Note: Little!Anna. Who is always fun to write.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
Eight year-old Anna stared in disbelief at the costume that was hanging on her doorknob. It was big, poofy, pink, and very much not what she had asked for. Her eyes widened slightly, and she rushed back downstairs to where her mother was cooking dinner.
“Mommy, where’s my Halloween costume?”
“I told you, Anna,” Nora replied, sounding slightly annoyed. “I left it on your doorknob.”
“But—it’s a big, poofy, pink dress.”
“Yes,” Nora nodded. “I thought you’d like to be a Pretty Pink Princess.” She turned from the stove and saw the look on her daughter’s face. “Something wrong, Anna?”
“But Mom—” Her voice dropped off, not able to quite meet Nora’s eyes.
“‘But Mom,’ what?” Nora replied, placing a hand on her hip.
“I don’t wanna be a Pretty Pink Princess,” she sighed, shifting uncomfortably under her mother’s gaze. “I wanna be a Power Ranger.”
“No, Anna,” Nora sighed, shaking her head. “You can’t be a Power Ranger.”
“Why not?” Anna frowned. “Andy Wilkins is gonna be a Power Ranger.”
“Well, I’m not Andy’s mother,” Nora replied, turning back to the stove. “Besides, I don’t even like that you watch the show. They’re too violent.” Anna pouted at that, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“You’d let George be a Power Ranger.”
“George is also a boy in case you’ve forgotten.”
“So? There’re girl Power Rangers.”
“The answer is no, Anna,” Nora replied. “End of discussion.”
“This is so not fair,” Anna grumbled, before storming off to her room.
“Life isn’t fair,” Nora shouted after her. Anna only turned and stuck her tongue out at her before heading up the stairs.
***
“Hey George?” Anna sighed, walking into the open door to her brother’s room.
“Yeah, Midget?”
“Don’t call me that,” she said, giving him a look as she crawled onto his bed next to him. He smirked slightly as he gave her a look.
“Whadaya want?”
“What are you gonna be for Halloween?” she asked, looking up at him.
“A zombie,” he replied simply, watching as his sister pouted some more. “What?”
“Boys get all the cool costumes,” she grumbled. “You’re a zombie, Andy gets to be a Power Ranger. I’m stuck with being a Pretty Pink Princess.”
George almost laughed at the idea of Anna flouncing around in a fluffy pink dress. “What can I say, Anna? Mom wants you to be a girly girl.”
“But I don’t wanna be a girly girl,” she pouted, and George thought it over for a minute before turning back to his sister.
“Maybe you don’t,” he said, and she looked up at him, confused.
“Whadaya mean?” she asked.
“I have an idea,” he nodded, before giving his sister a grin.
***
“Daddy! Daddy, look at me!” A small zombie in a tattered pink dress threw herself into Alan’s arms as she ran downstairs on Halloween morning.
“Look at what, little girl?” he asked with a smirk and she grinned up at him.
“I’m a zombie!”
“She’s a what?” Nora screeched from the kitchen.
“You look great, sweetheart,” Alan nodded with a smile as Nora came to the stairwell and stared in horror at what her daughter was wearing.
“What did you do to your costume?!?!?”
“I didn’t do it, George did,” Anna replied. “I’m gonna be a zombie princess, and he’s gonna be a zombie king so we match.”
Alan chuckled slightly at the idea, watching as Anna ran off into the kitchen. Nora was ready to charge upstairs in search of her son, when Alan caught her arm, and pulled her in closer to him. “Not every girl wants to be a girly girl,” he murmured as he slid his arms around her waist. “You’re going to have to get used to that.”
“I know,” Nora sighed, turning away to head back to what she was doing. “Should have let her be a damn Power Ranger.”
Title: Zombie Jamboree
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: The Scherlackers
realmofthemuse Prompt: 1.76.1Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Nora decided to pick out Anna's Halloween costume, and it doesn't go over so well.
Author's Note: Little!Anna. Who is always fun to write.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
Eight year-old Anna stared in disbelief at the costume that was hanging on her doorknob. It was big, poofy, pink, and very much not what she had asked for. Her eyes widened slightly, and she rushed back downstairs to where her mother was cooking dinner.
“Mommy, where’s my Halloween costume?”
“I told you, Anna,” Nora replied, sounding slightly annoyed. “I left it on your doorknob.”
“But—it’s a big, poofy, pink dress.”
“Yes,” Nora nodded. “I thought you’d like to be a Pretty Pink Princess.” She turned from the stove and saw the look on her daughter’s face. “Something wrong, Anna?”
“But Mom—” Her voice dropped off, not able to quite meet Nora’s eyes.
“‘But Mom,’ what?” Nora replied, placing a hand on her hip.
“I don’t wanna be a Pretty Pink Princess,” she sighed, shifting uncomfortably under her mother’s gaze. “I wanna be a Power Ranger.”
“No, Anna,” Nora sighed, shaking her head. “You can’t be a Power Ranger.”
“Why not?” Anna frowned. “Andy Wilkins is gonna be a Power Ranger.”
“Well, I’m not Andy’s mother,” Nora replied, turning back to the stove. “Besides, I don’t even like that you watch the show. They’re too violent.” Anna pouted at that, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“You’d let George be a Power Ranger.”
“George is also a boy in case you’ve forgotten.”
“So? There’re girl Power Rangers.”
“The answer is no, Anna,” Nora replied. “End of discussion.”
“This is so not fair,” Anna grumbled, before storming off to her room.
“Life isn’t fair,” Nora shouted after her. Anna only turned and stuck her tongue out at her before heading up the stairs.
***
“Hey George?” Anna sighed, walking into the open door to her brother’s room.
“Yeah, Midget?”
“Don’t call me that,” she said, giving him a look as she crawled onto his bed next to him. He smirked slightly as he gave her a look.
“Whadaya want?”
“What are you gonna be for Halloween?” she asked, looking up at him.
“A zombie,” he replied simply, watching as his sister pouted some more. “What?”
“Boys get all the cool costumes,” she grumbled. “You’re a zombie, Andy gets to be a Power Ranger. I’m stuck with being a Pretty Pink Princess.”
George almost laughed at the idea of Anna flouncing around in a fluffy pink dress. “What can I say, Anna? Mom wants you to be a girly girl.”
“But I don’t wanna be a girly girl,” she pouted, and George thought it over for a minute before turning back to his sister.
“Maybe you don’t,” he said, and she looked up at him, confused.
“Whadaya mean?” she asked.
“I have an idea,” he nodded, before giving his sister a grin.
***
“Daddy! Daddy, look at me!” A small zombie in a tattered pink dress threw herself into Alan’s arms as she ran downstairs on Halloween morning.
“Look at what, little girl?” he asked with a smirk and she grinned up at him.
“I’m a zombie!”
“She’s a what?” Nora screeched from the kitchen.
“You look great, sweetheart,” Alan nodded with a smile as Nora came to the stairwell and stared in horror at what her daughter was wearing.
“What did you do to your costume?!?!?”
“I didn’t do it, George did,” Anna replied. “I’m gonna be a zombie princess, and he’s gonna be a zombie king so we match.”
Alan chuckled slightly at the idea, watching as Anna ran off into the kitchen. Nora was ready to charge upstairs in search of her son, when Alan caught her arm, and pulled her in closer to him. “Not every girl wants to be a girly girl,” he murmured as he slid his arms around her waist. “You’re going to have to get used to that.”
“I know,” Nora sighed, turning away to head back to what she was doing. “Should have let her be a damn Power Ranger.”
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