Family Issues [2p!Ancient Rome x Sister!Reader]

I. Introduction

You shoved things around on your bedroom floor with your foot, convinced you were cleaning, when you heard knocking at the front door. You looked around the sloppy room and shrugged. "Eh. I can see the floor."

As the knocking persisted, you skipped and jumped over various items until you made it out. You walked the rest of the way to the front of the house with a drag in your step as you groaned from the continued knocking.

"I'm coming. I'm coming!" you said before opening the door.

At your doorstep were your two teenage sons and a cop holding the back of their shirts with quite a stern grip.

You sighed, "Hey, Charlie."

The older man gave a polite nod as he greeted you. "Hey, (name)."

"What did they do this time?"

"Arson."

"Oh, wow! Arson. Great," you remarked with a sarcastic smile as you placed your fist on your hips and looked to the ground.

"Caught 'em before they actually did anything, though."

"Thanks."

"We can't keep doing this, (name). If these two keep at it, the only place they'll be heading to is prison and a mental hospital. You need to keep a better eye on them."

You groaned as you tossed your head back. You covered your eyes with one of your hands as you extended the other to the officer. "Charlie. Charlie. Can I see your gun real quick?"

"What for?"

"So I can shoot myself with it. I'd rather that than have to listen to you bitch at me again, so please. Help me end it."

He released the boys and shoved them towards you as he grumbled, "Finally get you off the streets, then you give me your damned kids to deal with."

You laughed and said, "Aww, come on! I wasn't that bad."

"Yeah, whatever. Next time I catch them, you're going to have to bail them out."

You waved him off. "Thanks for the warning!" you shouted to the officer.

You sighed and pointed your thumb behind yourself. "In the house," you said to your kids.

They both walked with their heads down. You followed them in and shut the door behind yourself.

You clapped your hands together in front of your face as your eyes went from your white haired eldest son to his blonde younger brother. You pointed to the youngest. "Go."

"Mom. Alright. Listen, okay?" he began with his hands out to reason with you. "...I was just minding my own business."

"Bullshit!"

"I was!"

"Alright! Alright! So you were 'minding your own business.' Then what?"

"Okay. So, I was being a responsible brother and walking Gil home from school, considering he can't be trusted without supervision."

"I-I hate us both," your oldest son mumbled to himself.

"While we're walking, my friends come over and ask us if we want to go burn some shit. I said no, but you know how Gil gets with fire."

"I-I'm so sorry, mom!" Gil cried as he dropped to his hands and knees. "T-the flames! They spoke sweet nothings to me. I-I'm sorry! I have no willpower! I-I should just die!"

You got down on your knees and started to pet his hair. "Baby. What did mommy tell you about fire?"

"D-don't look directly at it."