Mebby and WDW (BxB) Oneshots

(Z) WDW + Mebby Crossover

-Ze Ending (get it? i know, i'm dumb but would you rather a furry fanfic about zebras? cuz that's all i got)

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️: Suicide, Self Harm, Manic Depression (if that's one?),  Swearing, Rape,  Assault, Underage Sex and IDK probably more

friendly reminder: in spite of the actions committed by the minors in this fanfic, there will be no sexualizing. i can deal with romanticizing but shut that pedo shit down.

Jonah "Dad" Marias: (34 years of age)

Corbyn "Papa" Besson-Marais: (33 years of age)

Daniel "Daddy" Herron: (33 years of age)

Zach "Mommy" Herron: (31 years of age)

Jack Marais: (11 years of age)

Sebb Herron: (5 years of age)

Monty Marais: (4 years of age)

it wasn't an understatement to say jack marais was a troubled child. perhaps some gene from thousands of years ago came back and it happened to be jack. it wasn't like his fathers were like him as a child. sure, they had their fair share of arguments and tantrums but jack was different, way different. and little monty was following in his footsteps.

a day before the incident

monty had woken up to his parents yelling at jack, which happened way too often. jack's door was shut and probably for a good reason so he sat outside listening. he didn't understand a lot of it but they used the same words a lot. raped. scared. apologize. cutting. he understood cutting, he wasn't that dumb. he cut snowflakes with safety scissors sometimes, he didn't see why his dads were mad about cutting.

"jack, you can't rape people! it's illegal and you're a minor, okay? how'd you even learn how to—you know?"

"google because you guys won't talk to me about anything!"

"don't play the victim, young man! you held her down in an alley! she was screaming!"

"so? you're screaming at me but here i am! taking it because i'm not a pussy like you faggots!"

the conversation was quickly silent for a second, monty thought they got so tired, they went to sleep. 

"give us your phone. now.", his papa stepped in.

"no."

after that there was a series of incoherent yelling then his dad and papa left jack's room to see monty siting on the floor messing with his hands.

"hey, lovey. what are you doing up?", his papa said, picking him up.

"dunno."

they brought little monty into the kitchen table and sat him down.

"how about some cereal?"

"will jackie get some?"

his dad turned around, "once he calms down, he can."

monty nodded, he didn't think that was fair at all but what could he do? corbyn put a box of a really healthy cereal in front of him and he'd just about lost it.

"what is that?"

"that is good for you."

"but i want sugary bowl."

"just eat the other cereal."

"no! i want sugary bowl now, corbyn."

"corbyn?", jonah turned, "since when do you call papa corbyn?"