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Magnus*Foster Kid Pt3

A/N:This isn't the last part but my next post won't be part 4 but the one after that. Also there is a less important A/N at the end

Italics is the dream. Thanks to @MarthaBelin for the dream idea bit.

Also - trigger warning, mention of abuse. Skip to after the italics to avoid.

3rd POV

"Shut up brat," the woman hissed, turning her attention back to the dinner table.

"But, but-"

"But nothing," she growled, grabbing the child's arm roughly, "Say but again and I'll throw you out the house to land on it,"

The child's lip quivered, her eyes watering "Please. I didn't get breakfast or-"

"That's it," The man at the end of the table bellowed. The wind from his lungs almost felt strong enough to knock the child down, "We clothe you, feed you, and take you in. Stop demanding things from us you ungrateful brat!" A loud smack echoed through the room.

(Y/N) held her hand to her cheek, tears escaping "No tears," The man grumbled. She couldn't help it, "No tears! That's enough," he flung his cutlery onto the table with a clang. His chair scraped against the floor as he went for the child.

She ran, ran as fast as her 10-year-old legs allowed. She felt herself be lifted from the ground but she wasn't flying to safety. The man dragged her by her arm, opened the door, and rushed down the stairs. it felt like her body may drop from the arm.

He shoved her into the basement, pushing her back to land on her butt. "No, no, no, no, no," she screeched "I'll be good, I'll be good," she cried but the man had already slammed the door.

No light, no sound, no warmth. Only the visions of monsters invading her eyes. She slammed her eyes shut, pulling her legs to her chest, and mumbling "I'll be good, I'll be good,"

"I'll be good," The murmur fell from (Y/N)'s lips. Magnus had been walking past her room but the door had been left open. Curious, he ventured into the room, "Please,"

"please," her voice was weak. "I promise," she sobbed before screaming out "I promise, I'll be good,"

"I promise!" Sobs racked the girl's body. Magnus rushed to her side, "I'll be good, please," Magnus shook her awake. Despite being seemingly awake her voice didn't stop "I'll be good, please," Her fists pounded lamely against his chest.

"Shh, shh," he soothed, holding her against him despite the hits. Magnus rocked the girl, a child even, stroking her hair, "Nina bobo, oh, nina bobo," He whispered, his mother tongue coming out, "kalau tidak bobo, digigit nyamuk."

(Y/N) brought a hand up to wipe the tears from her eyes. "What was that?" she whispered, her voice hoarse.

Magnus snapped his fingers and handed her a cup of water, "A nightmare I'm guessing,"

"No the song," she took the water gratefully, though with a little hesitation. Her eyes were red and puffy and her checks matched.

He almost didn't want to say "A lullaby. My, my mother used to sing it,"

"There what parents sing to babies right?" Magnus nodded, "Huh. My nightly lullaby used to be 'shut up brat' or 'why the hell are you still up', or even better 'smack'," (Y/N) faked slapped the air. "But yours is nice too," she shrugged.

Magnus felt his heart break even more. "Your birth parents, what about them?"

(Y/N) sat up, sitting the water at the side table, "It was something to do with faeries. Wolves maybe. I can't really remember." It was silent for a couple moments. Magnus excused himself, leaving her to sleep but she stopped him "I'm sorry. You know for bringing my problems to your doorstep."