Okay- Going Off Of What Anon Said. That Would Be Absolutely Soul Crushing, And I Need To See It In Fic

Okay- going off of what Anon said. that would be absolutely soul crushing, and I need to see it in fic form. imagine Grisha reminding Zeke that hes a failure, and Zeke realizing that a new baby would mean a constant reminder that he wasn’t good enough for his father.

this might be messy but bare with me here 🙂‍↕️

zeke, you bring nothing but shame and disappointment. everytime i watched you out there. . .i couldn't see how—what i had done wrong to steer you into such direction. i can't say these thoughts to your face, as you would be shattered. rightfully so.

zeke, you will save everyone. you have to.

"he's trying his best, isn't he?!" dina's screams ring all too familiar. she was never one to shout, always so calm and quiet. yet, here she is, my wife. the woman i greeted with open arms into my home, my family, the cause.

what am i doing wrong? as a father, as a husband.

as a son, a brother.

faye, are you watching? all of this. . .is for you, for eldia. for our people. i'm molding my son. . .for us.

my nerves calm, my face no longer twisted and contorted in a nasty expression of anger and fear; not for myself but for the future. i wonder if this is the right thing.

"a new baby,"

". . .what?"

"we'll have a new baby, to replace zeke; if he can't pull his weight." his weight, i question myself for a moment but realize that this has to be done. my sister died at the hands of marleyan's, her memory washed away like she was nothing.

yet i stand here, still alive and breathing. my own father. . .looks at me with contempt. he's disappointed, i know. when i close my eyes i can hear zeke's weeping, it's so silent. he hiccups and sobs, i can't bring myself to go into his room after my argument with dina.

morning rolls around and i find myself staring at my plate, my gaze traveling up until my eyes meet zeke's. they're still filled with childish innocence and hopefulness. he picks at his food, fork scraping against the glass.

"dad—"

"your mother and i are having a new baby, or. . .we're planning to." i mumble, i find myself becoming slightly annoyed.

"oh," zeke stares at his plate, his reflection looking back at him despite the food in front of him. "why?" kids are always so curious, there's always a "why".

zeke, you bring nothing but shame and disappointment. everytime i watched you out there. . .i couldn't see how—what i had done wrong to steer you into such direction. my words ring again in my head.

so when you ask; "why?"

i'll say that it was because of you.