i think i've seen this film before (and i didn't like the ending)

angelic

sorry, i kind of dropped off the face of wattpad for a while, I've still been writing, I'm just mostly active on ao3. 

but I'll go ahead and dump some recent works in here just for fun :)

anyways I hope you enjoy this one, wilyss as parents is one of my favorite tropes and it shows

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"All tucked into bed?" Alyss softly asked, careful not to rouse either of her children from their sleepy haze as she sat on the edge of Laural's bed, smoothing the blanket over her tiny body.

Satisfied with the lack of answers she received, she moved to stand up. Or she would have, had it not been for her daughter's tiny hands shooting up from under her blanket and clasping hers tightly.

"Don't go," Laural let out.

"What's wrong, darling?"

"You keep the monsters away."

Understanding dawned on her and she smiled, "I thought Daddy took care of that."

Laural scrunched up her nose in a way that often left Alyss unsure whether she got it from Will or herself.

"Daddy is not as scary as he thinks he is."

Stifling a laugh, Alyss said very gravely, "Well don't let him hear you. He's very proud of his monster-hunting capabilities."

Her daughter nodded twice as if comprehending the seriousness of her words. "I won't," she promised. "But stay, please. Daddy fights the monsters when they come but they always stay away when you're here."

The shining gleam of forming tears in Laural's eyes drove Alyss the closest she'd been to heartbreak.

She pretended to think her decision over for a few seconds before she curved her lips into a small grin, removed the blanket, and said, "Move over."

Laural squealed in delight and did so, scooting over to the end of bed where she adjusted the pillow behind her back. Alyss sat down, rearranged her position for a bit but before she could so much as blink, a head-full of blonde hair was suddenly resting under her chin and Daniel rested his arms over her. Laural squeezed herself on the other side of her chest.

Laughing inwardly at her children's antics, she tightened her arms around them, proclaiming in the tone of one who had fallen into a deadly trap, "So this is a conspiracy, then?"

Laural and Daniel giggled.

"It was Laural's idea," Danny offered so helpfully.

"Was not!"

Sensing the beginning of an impending argument that would feature the collective wisdom of her five-year-olds, Alyss quickly intervened. "Darlings, you're both angels."

She had to stop a snort at that, if there was one thing her family wasn't, it was angelic.

"So, what story do you want to hear?"

"The one about you and Aunt Cassie stopping the snow tiger," Laural pleaded earnestly.

"Nooo," her son whined. "We heard that about a trijillion times. I want a different story."

To stop any further conflict, Alyss intervened once more. She looked thoughtful, weighing her options, and then nodded, "Okay."

The children settled in comfortably and she began to narrate, "A long time ago....."

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The soft snores filled the quiet room, her fingers combing through the blonde and brown strands of hair. Though exhausted herself, she couldn't remove herself from under the twins' bodies and the prospect of having to walk to her room, coupled with the comfortableness of the bed added to the allure of dozing off right then and there.

The door opened with a click and Will walked in quietly, raising his eyebrows in question. She nodded, yawning.

He lifted Danny from her side, who immediately snuggled his head in the crook of his father's neck. Settling in beside her, Will wrapped one arm around her, and the other around his small sleeping son.

"I can't believe my monster fighting skills got demoted."

She laughed, laying her head on his shoulder. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I am sure that this was just a ploy to make me fall in their clutches."

Laural rustled under the blanket accidentally kicking Will in the thigh.

Wincing, he said, "If I had known we'd be spending most of our nights here, I would have made the bed bigger."

She hummed in reply.

"You have a meeting tomorrow?" he asked.

"Yes. Pauline needs all the help she can get."

"Well, I've been thinking. We could go on a vacation when you're free."

Alyss tried to recall how her schedule worked beyond 'midnight: sleep' and groaned. "Will, that sounds lovely, but I don't think I'm coherent enough for this conversation."

"You sure? Your vocabulary seems to be unaffec- OW! - this is an attack against a King's ranger, Lady Alyss."

Three sets of snores replied.