infatuation

Bro!Dirk x Sis!??!Reader x Bro!Dave




Dirk would always talk about her.
About how much mother had cooed about her, hugging her tightly while Dirk would smile and laugh along.
He didn't mind that all of the attention was directed at her, even his own thoughts were filled with her, those tiny hands, and those (skin colour) cheeks,

She was beyond adorable.

But then, the dreaded day came.
The deadly disease, it was predicted by countless scientists, fortune tellers, all kinds of people.

Dropping like flies, committing suicide, horrible, horrendous things.
He watched his own two parents die in front of his very eyes, his mother hacking and coughing two hours after delivering her third child.

The doctors locked her in a room; all access to the outside was forbidden.

Dirk visited his mother everyday in the hospital, watching as she coughed up blood, have seizures, all kinds of terrible things but yet he was helpless, and he was unable to do anything.

His father was worse.
Everyday, he neglected the three kids, running off to the hospital and staying close to his wife everyday.
When visiting times were over, he would get kicked out of the hospital, and he would spend the night in a tent pitched right in front of the white building and camp there until the hospital opened up again.

Dirk could see the insanity in his eyes, and he already knew his father was too long gone to even drag back up. The dark bags under his eyes, and his whitening hair, all of those soaked in deep, red crimson after receiving the news that his wife had departed.

The prince had locked the two in the room, hurriedly cleaning up the mess and hiding the gun, in hopes of being able to keep their pure minds innocent.

”Dirk? I’m hungry; can I please have a sandwich?” her sweet voice, muffled by the locked door, reached Dirk’s pale ears.


“Sure, just wait a moment, honey,” Dirk responded, tears running down his cheeks.
How could she, such a young child, understand the fact that there was a food shortage?
There were screams from next door, and more gunshots.

Another family gone.

How were they supposed to pull through this? A young teenager, along with a baby and a toddler, two parents that had left this world.

Dirk tried his best to stop the kids from going out, but kids needed their freedom every once in a while, right?
Stealing from shops, making sure the kids lived their lives in luxury, which was his main priority.

But that was also the cause of her death.

The scream pierced the air, followed by a gunshot.

Dirk ran out to spot a man looting her corpse.

His little sister’s corpse.

He didn't hesitate to pull the trigger, watching as the bullet shot through the man’s head, leaving the two brothers alone in the entire state.

Dirk didn't cry over her, he simply put his infamous grey cap onto her body, kissing her cold forehead that was soaked in the rain, and walked off, tears mixed in with the droplets falling from the grey sky.

He would always tell Dave how beautiful his sister was, saying that he was blessed to be related to her, praising her like she was another god. He would always say how much the toddler loved to drink apple juice, influencing the albino to drink it as well.

The little toddler loved to pick fights, and was unnaturally good at it, somehow able to knock out a boy three years older than her. She was such a big part in Dirk’s life, and Dave was infatuated with her.

He continued her notorious childish comic, twisting and turning it to become more inappropriate and ironic, inherited her stubborn nature, everything in general.

Oh how Dave longed to see her once more.
And so, the Knight of Time looked out at the empty sky, wishing that his younger self would summon him so he could see (name) once more.