#and laslow pt WILL happen.....i swear it

[nathanialhowe]

doing a resist!dark urge playthru and shes goobie

[karkashan]

Remember Everything, pt. 2

AN: Chapter two. The Chosen Heroes Arrive. And panic.

There were things Lissa was and was not ready for when traveling to the past. Or, well, the slightly delayed alternate universe that was the exact same except a few years behind their own. Meeting her past self? Lissa was prepared for that. Three versions of her son? Also, something she was quite prepared for. However, a little (adorable) girl with blonde hair crying as soon as she got a good look at the young face of Owain was definitely not something she thought she’d experience.

Her husband was quick to act, attempting to calm her and asking her questions. “There, there, young lady. There’s no reason to cry,” Virion said soothingly. This seemed, mysteriously enough, to work as the girls wails quieted down to a more manageable whimper-and-sniffle combination. Virion smiled as he handed the young girl a handkerchief. “Now then, miss, what seems to be the problem?”

The little girl’s eyes started watering again as she pointed to Owain. “Daddy’s been turned into a child by some sort of foul curse, and even worse he’s dyed his hair in act of childhood rebellion.”

Lissa adjusted the somehow sleeping bundle in her arms, trying her best to digest this new information. However, this grabbed the attention of the little girl, who got one glance of the infant face of Lissa’s daughter and started crying again.

This grabbed the attention of a man who came rushing into the sitting room Lissa’s family had been teleported into. A man Lissa was most familiar with, as he was the best friend of the future version of her son Owain, Inigo. “Ophelia!” Inigo exclaimed as he made his way over to the crying child, “are you ok? What’s wrong, sweetie?”

Ophelia threw her arms around Inigo’s neck, burying her face in the man’s chest. “Uncle Laslow, Daddy and Auntie Ellie have been turned into children! Soon all the grown-ups will get turned into kids and then the Shady Dragon Medium-rare is gonna get out his spices!” She tightened her grip on her uncle until it became a vice. “We’re all gonna get eaten and die!”

“Uncle?” asked Virion as he stood back up to his full height. The archer raised a questioning brow upon further reflection. “Also, Laslow?”

“Her mother, Elise, is the sister of my wife, Camilla,” Laslow responded. “Your son took the name Odin, Severa took the name Selena, and I took the name Laslow  as a part of our mission to assist a princess of another realm.”

“Oh!” said a female voice from the doorway, “so Odin’s hasty explanation before we were teleported was true, then.”

“Mommy!” Ophelia exclaimed, automatically leaning towards her mother with arms outstretched as soon as she saw her.

Elise laughed as she plucked her daughter from the arms of her uncle. “Why hello there, Ophelia. Do you feel better now that you’ve had a good cry?”

Ophelia yawned and squirmed slightly in her mother’s grip. “I kind of do, now that I think about it, Mommy. But what’s happening? Is the little boy and girl over there not Daddy and Aunt Ellie?”

“Oh, they are indeed your daddy and auntie, Ophelia,” Laslow replied for his young niece, “we’ve just traveled a bit through time, is all.”

“Oh, how wonderful today has become!” said the little girl with a smile. “But who are these nice people with daddy and auntie?”

“They,” said the voice of Odin from the doorway, “are your grandparents, my darling Ophelia.” He was holding the hand of a little purple haired girl while a purple haired woman held the girl’s other hand.

The little purple haired girl blushed and smiled upon seeing her father. “Papa!” she said with a smile, running over to her father before Laslow picked her up in her arms. She giggled and touched her father’s hair. “I saw a little you, Papa. He had different hair, though.”

In the meantime, Ophelia had changed hands from Elise to her husband, Odin. “Oh, Daddy, I was worried that you had been transformed into a child by that foul villain, the Shady Dragon.” Ophelia blinked in thought, before lifting her head off her father’s shoulders and getting a good look at her grandparents. “Wait, daddy, did you say these are my grandparents?”

“Ah, what a true blessing it is, to have so lovely and well-spoken a granddaughter,” Virion said with his usual grandiose flare. “Truly, the noble stock of House Virion has once again-”

“SOMEONE TELL MY FLOOF FOR A FATHER TO CAN IT!” a female voice said from down the hall. “NAGA TIMED THIS POORLY AND HIS SECOND GRANDKID DECIDED NOW WOULD BE THE BEST TIME TO BE BORN AND I SWEAR IF HE DOESN’T SHUT HIS TRAP I WILL SHUT IT FOR HIM, CONTRACTIONS OR NO CONTRACTIONS!”

Lissa started laughing as she stood up, handing the more calm (and still sleeping) version of their daughter to her husband. “Here, Virion. Hold Eleonora the younger while I help Eleonora the older.” She glanced around the room with a critical eye, “Maybe see about getting everyone settled in seats as well. No reason for all of you to stand around holding children when you can just as easily do that sitting down.” Lissa paused, glancing around the room. “Wait, where’s the little Owain-oh wait, there he is, under the table and asleep.” She shook her head, glancing at Odin as she walked out, “The younger version of you is a lot more calm than I expected. I mean, not calm compared to, say, Lucina, but he’s really good about taking naps when he gets bored.”

“That explains a lot about how you’re able to take those little micro-naps, dear,” Elise said to her husband, before bending down to pick up her Staff that she had dropped. “I’m going to help my mother-in-law with Ellie’s labor.” Elise laughed softly. “I never thought I’d ever get to say that.”Odin kissed his wife’s cheek. “Neither did I, but I’m not complaining, my love.”