#[i need him to meet his future son-in-law]

[chaotic-fluff3]

I want a BBC Merlin fanfic where Hunith visits Camelot as a surprise. Merlin doesn't know she's coming, only Gaius knows that she plans to visit. This is set in a time period where all the knights are alive (I'm looking at you Lancelot.) and Arthur is Prince, but running the Kingdom as Uther is unwell.

Hunith pulls up to Camelot and is walking towards the Castle through the citadel, burdened by her bags, when a cheerful voice rings out. "Do you need any help, miss?" It's one of the many Castle servants.

Hunith explains that she is heading to the Castle to visit her son who works there, the servant then offers to carry her bags.

"Oh I don't want to be a bother." Hunith replies

"It's no bother at all! Really, I was heading that way already." The servant insists and they both make their way to the castle, "What's your son's name by the way, I might know him if he works here."

"His name is Merlin." Hunith responds with a smile. The servant stops walking and looks at her. It's not only him that stops at this announcement.

"Y-you're Merlin's Mother?!?" A nearby servant who had been close enough to hear the conversation says in awe.

The courtyard that they're walking through gradually fills with hushed whispers as the news spreads. Everyone knows of Merlin. The Prince's manservant who had managed to not quit in the first week of serving him. Merlin, who changed the Prince from a spoiled brat into a good man whom the Kingdom was proud of and eagerly awaited the day he would be crowned King. Merlin, who had followed the Prince into battle time and time again to save Camelot.

I want a fanfiction where The Entire Of Camelot loves Merlin and is thankful for his role in making Arthur a good person. Where not only the Knights, but the Castle staff meet his mother and collectively decide that she is That Woman and treat her with Respect. Where they treat her like Royalty.

Ofc Gwaine loves her. That's his best friend's mom. Hunith looks at all the knights and adopts them on the Spot.

And Merlin is either really confused by this behavior or knows and just lets it happen.

Arthur has no idea what's going on or why but he treats her with reverence and love because that's his future Mother in Law and he's very much starved for parental affection which she gives him (and the knights) in spades.

But yes, I just want a fic of people meeting Hunith and being like "Thank you for giving birth to your son. I'd die for you both" and her being like "...please don't."

(Bonus if Leon meets her and is just like. "How did you survive being around that little shit (Merlin) for so long?" And she just laughs and gives him advice, which makes him cry because he's just so tired. #LetLeonRest2024 I will push this agenda till I die)

[scriptseekstories]

Invincible and Dc Crossover.

Mark is Reader’s boyfriend and he comes over to visit her, only to find out how shit her family is.

In this au, Reader could even be the Atom!Eve, since Eve’s family as totally shit as well. Hey, it means she gets a sibling relationship with Oliver.

Bruce when he realises that his child’s boyfriend’s dad is a fucking maniac and so is the boyfriend: 😐

Fun fact the reason I made my last post was because I just got into Invincible and I was like “you know what? This shit slaps”

Change in Family

Okay, let’s do this one more time.

If we go for the Atom Eve!Reader route, then we know what the batfamily is like. More of the same with any other neglected!Readers. But this would be worse as you’re considered to be a Meta and we all know how Batman feels about Metas in Gotham

Let’s say we go with the similar stories of neglected readers. You were ignored and tormented by certain robins (Damien lol), you only had Alfred and/or Duke, you gained your powers in your senior year, graduate and moved away to leave your family behind, with the occasional calls from Alfred and Duke.

You joined the Guardian of the Globe to save people, and that’s where you meet Mark Grayson, this slightly awkward and shy kid who is apparently the son of THE Omni-Man. You were obviously intimidated by this dude, but soon your feelings got the better of you, and you fell for Mark.

Saving his ass was one way to get him to fall for you too. Unethical way for romance, but hey, a big win for you. He fell harder for you, and you both decided to get your feelings out of the way and had your kiss on the battlefield, immediately getting scolded by Cecil.

OR-

We have a none super story where you were the only normal kid in your family, the familiar story goes where you met Mark at college. You needed a fresh start that didn’t involve being in the shadows of the Waynes, so having all this hard work and studies is better than nothing.

You actually didn’t technically meet in college, you met when some villain was in the city and crashed into the campus, where you were almost crushed if it weren’t for Invincible. You had your fair share of attacks back at Gotham, so he was surprised when he saw your calm demeanor before getting back into fighting the villain.

After a while he caught up to you as Mark Grayson, who awkwardly stumbled next to your seat and rambling about the attack earlier, and he mentioned about seeing you almost getting killed, even more shocked to see you shrugging.

“It happens more than you think, especially in Gotham,” He was amazed you moved all the way from Gotham, and it just went on from there. You eventually found out he was Invincible after months of being friends, with in turn became dating.

No matter which path you choose

You are adored by Mark, which extends to his family. Oliver looks up to you, whether or not you’re human or Atom Eve!Reader, he sees the way Mark has heart eyes for you, and he declared you to be the best future sister-in-law ever.

You would always recreate his toys to be cooler, despite Debbie’s raised eyebrow and crossed arms at your sheepish smile while Oliver played with a heat seeking foam missile.

Of course, you kept in touch with Alfred, telling you the adventures you went on as Atom Eve, or your studies if you were human. You never told him about your boyfriend as despite being the only father figure you know (the addition of Cecil and Nolan), you knew his opinions about metas.

Your calls with Alfred eventually led you to work up the courage and confess to him that you have a boyfriend, and you don’t know by the look on the butler’s face that he was proud or horrified.

You could feel the glare of Alfred through the phone when you moved the camera to face Mark. Poor guy was sweating bullets by the stare he gave. “I-Is he going to… kill me?” He meeked asked, “I mean he almost killed Superman with not even Kryptonite… so I wouldn’t be too worried?” You sheepishly replied.

Unfortunately, your confession about Mark was being eavesdropped by Stephanie, who spat out her orange juice and tackled the phone out of Alfred’s hands, shouting into the phone -which in turn the whole manor- about; “(NAME)!! SINCE WHEN DID YOU MOVED OUT?! AND MANAGED TO HAVE THAT DORK BAG A BADDIE LIKE YOU?!”

What a snitch, now your other siblings are freaking out at the fact you moved out. “Yeah, for ONE year!! The fact you didn’t notice is very comforting!” you scoffed, all the while Mark was awkwardly laying next to you.

Bruce was distraught, not just the fact you were far away, but you have a BOY in your ROOM!! It doesn’t matter if you had a girl, boy, genderfluid or non-binary!! Why are you dating?!

“You shouldn’t be dating at your age!” He shouted through the phone, “I’m 21!!” You said in disbelief, making Mark cover his mouth to hide his smile while you elbowed him.

Dick was more distraught than Bruce if that was even possible. He was trying to tear the phone away from Bruce while crying his eyes out. “B-Baby bird!! Why did you leave us?! You shouldn’t be out there filled with overpowered monsters!! You should be inside the manor where it’s safer!! I-in fact, we’re coming right now!!”

You panicked, trying to find and excuse to sway them. If you choose Option A: Confess you have powers and is the hero Atom Eve “I’ve had powers since I was 16!!” You showed them through the phone by making one of Mark’s rock collection into a statue of a middle finger.

Or Option B: Throw Mark under the bus and say you have Invincible as your boyfriend to protect you. “He’s half-Viltrumite! He can protect me more than Batman!” You pulled Mark to your hip.

If you choose either one, congratulations!! Both were the wrong answers!! Now you either have your family freaking out that you had powers and only told Alfred, or they’re freaking out that you’re dating Invincible.

Whatever the outcome, you hid in the home of Mark, where Debbie treated you like you were her child, and Nolan? He approved of you so that’s good.

“Babe, it’s okay! Maybe they actually want to make amends with you!” Mark being the optimist he is he tired to reassure you while you shook your head. “You don’t know my family like I do, Mark! They only care now because of Steph eavesdropping! They wouldn’t even have remembered me if it weren’t for- UGH!!”

If you were Atom Eve! Reader, your frustration would’ve gotten a few items from Mark’s room turned into liquid. Human! Reader would’ve just kicked Mark’s chair to the ground. Mark frowned before holding you close.

“I’m sorry for whatever you been through. I promise you, they won’t take you away from your home. Away from me,” You wiped your tears of frustration and smiled at him, kissing him softly before hugging him again.

Mark wasn’t going to let your neglectful family to finally see you as one of their own, for they had years to do so. He confided to his dad, worried that you will be sent back to Gotham.

“If you want me to give them a total beatdown, I’m on it!” Oliver grinned while the Nolan boys were in an open field to talk about your situation.

“I don’t want to lose them, dad. I love them so much, a-and they want to take that away from me!!” He shouted before sending a boulder into the sky. Nolan simply hummed while floating next to Mark.

“Son… You know how much I love your mother,” Mark nodded, “I would do anything for her. (Name), they mean so much to you as well. They even managed to wiggle themselves into this family,” He chuckled.

“Duh! You gotta show those dorks that we ain’t gonna to let anything slide with us! (Name) is practically family!” Oliver floated upside down while attempting to land.

“They’re yours now Mark, and you can’t let others take what’s yours…” Usually, Mark would question such words his father would say, but he was right. You are his just as much as he is yours, and he’d be damned if he let these neglectful people show up suddenly.

“Don’t worry dad, I won’t let them go. Ever,” Nolan smiled softly, “Good, because between the three of us, your mother got more attached to (Name) than we did,” Mark laughed, but knew that Debbie loved you more.

There would be a dinner, hosted by the gracious Bruce Wayne to show he means no harm, (to you of course he’s going to kill this Mark). It was time to meet the family, the Nolan’s included.

Cecil is on watch with the GotG (not those guardians) as he grew attached to you as well, in case the Bats pull something, and Alfred has the Justice League on command to swoop in just in case things got ugly.

“It’s so great to have the family back together for dinner,” Bruce smiled brightly as you were forced to sit between him and Selina, who was amused by this whole ordeal, but was still happy you were back.

With the state down between Mark and Nolan vs the Bats, Debbie and Selina were casually talking and in their own vibe.

“You must be Selina Kyle. Debbie Nolan, and I must say you definitely manage to hold down this family with a lover who is… delusional,” Debbie chuckled, “No judge though, been there,” Selena grinned while clinking her glass.

“Glad you like my style, truly amazing to see how the men try to pin against each other when we could really need the extra support in keeping them safe,” They already agreed that you were the number one priority between families and that you will be protected.

“Psst, you already got dirt on them?” Steph whispered to Barbara and Tim as they typed on their tablets under the table. They nodded as they gave glared at them, to which Mark glared back before focusing his lovey dovey eyes back on you.

It made them furious to see how he touched you (holding your hand) how he pampered you (gave you a kiss) how vile he is (he blushed when you complimented him).

“Baby bird, may I ask why you’re dating a hero who has the same last NAME as me?!” Dick accused, making you and Mark look at each other before an awkward silence filled dinner. Jason had the decency to stomp Dick’s foot hard to make him shut up.

Duke at least tried to give you his blessings, but even he knew something was up with your boyfriend’s family, specifically his dad. The way he stared at them as if they were mere ants.

Cass noticed too and they both spent called for backup of the Young Justice just in case.

“(Name), I find it absurd you take amusement in this Superman wannabe. Powers only make a being more perceptible to deadly scenarios,” Damien crossed his arms while glaring deadly daggers at Mark.

“Sooo, you’re their little brother? Pssh, I can already tell you’re a spoiled brat who thinks he’s better than everyone else here really he just has mommy issues,” Oliver smiled while stabbing his steak with his fork.

“Shut it, your purple grape!” Damien snarled, slamming his hands on the table, “At least I actually learned not to kill!” Oliver quipped, “Barely!” Both kids glared as you were about to just bolt out of here.

“Nolan Grayson,” Bruce cleared his throat, causing the shouting silence, “While I do appreciate you have given a roof over my dear (Name), I highly doubt it would be safe for them to continue living at your residence. They’ll be better staying here,” He said with a steady tone.

“Bruce-,” You started, but Nolan simply hummed, “Funny, I think it’ll be better for them to be protected by someone who they actually call dad,” Ohhh that made Bruce furious.

If things so seriously bad, then let’s just say that you’ll be seeing superhumans fight to the death just for you.

Meanwhile, Mark took you away from the outright war to give some kissing times with you.

Don’t get me started about the Markverse, that’ll give Bruce a stroke seeing them looking at you with hungry eyes.

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[whore-ibly-hot]

Yandere Boarding school thoughts... (Gender Neutral)

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Multiple yanderes, non-con touching, dub-con, perverted thoughts, obsession, bullying, masturbation, aphrodisiacs, general perversion, dry-humping, voyeurism, controlling behaviors, typical yandere stuff, breeding, drug usage, horny posting.

(AN: I have rizz-en from my grave to be horny once more. All of these guys are avaliable for requests, but will be listed under the materlist simply as Yan!Boarding School.)

Background: Thinking about a Headmasters child!Reader at a private boarding school. For a Fem!Reader, perhaps you're just visiting daddy for the season while he's running the school, or maybe you've been bad, and need more supervision. For a Masc!Reader, it could be the same case, however, with Blackmoore Academy being an all male school, this opens up the availability for reader to be attending.

Student scenarios and profiles:

◇ Harrison Spence, star member of the swim steam, basketball player, and golden boy. Despite jock stereotypes, he's respectful and mature. He always looks out for others, and this lends to why your father suggests rooming with him. Plus... if anything were to happen, your father wouldn't hate to have him as a son in law. He's SOOO friendly when he meets you. Those big strong arms are perfectly suited to lug your bags upstairs to his room. Want help putting stuff away, sure! For a Fem!Reader, he's not suprised how awkward he is when he's unzipping your suitcase, only to be met with some thin lacy garments. He just coughs and backs off. For a Masc!Reader, he wears boxers too! So why does he still feel so hot. He should open a window.

He'll make sure you fit in around campus, mostly steering you in the direction of the athletics department. He'd love to see you at some of his games, cheering him on. You seem so nice, he could really seem himself with you long term, the more he thinks about crushing on you. Besides, you already share a living space. He feels awful about how his body reacts anytime you're too close. You left a jacket behind that smells just like you? He tries not to think about the consequences of fisting his cock into it. Late night out at one of his games? Who cares if you share a dorm and your bed is literally six feet away, it's too far of a walk. Slide into his bed, he's a gentleman. At least until he wakes up the next morning, mind foggy as he instinctively moves his cock up over the waist band, putting a leaky tip against your ass as he resists the urge to press his head into your neck, opting for a pillow instead. He's so, so sorry, but he's gott a deal with it, and you just feel so good. He rationalizes it by saying he's not just some horned up guy, no. You're his roommate, HIS. And what would the Headmasters think! No, he wants a future with you, romance, not just a warm hole to rut...

"Hey, roomie! Listen, practice is running kinda late tonight, so I'm gonna grab food on the way back. Why don't you text me your order, I can bring it back. We can make a whole thing out of it, no need to pay me back! I'm thinking burgers?"

◇ Carter Matthews, student body president, scholar, and in every AP class possible. Even some dumb ones. He doesn't pay much mind to you, you ate very attractive but so is he. If he felt the need for a relationship, he could get whomever he wanted. But he hates... hates how you make the other students, even some of the faculty act. He can't help but follow you around, making sure you obey curfew, and don't get into any trouble. He likes to keep order around here, and it bothers him to have to ignore his student body presidential duties to make sure some delinquent isn't trying to slip you a spiked drink, or some jock has you under the bleachers trying to get your mouth wrapped around their tips.

Eventually, he decides you could be helpful instead of a hinderance. He's busy, may need a form of stress relief, and given babysitting you when Harrison isn't around is one of the main sources of that stress, why shouldn't you help him out. Besides, you look so cute flustered. Maybe it starts small, he tells you your uniform bottoms aren't regulation, and while he tugs them down to 'fix' them, his hands wander a bit too much, grazing the soft skin of your ass. During random room inspections, he may let his hatred of the sports program taking up all the funding by mentioning how obvious it is your roommate wants to stick it in you. Harrison can't stand him, not trusting the cold creepy gaze of the prefect. He'll force you to come to student council meetings, under the guise of assisting him with preparing for a faculty dinner to appease your father, only to get you under his desk while he writes, trying to guide you with one stern hand. He doesn't like to go too deep, not one to enjoy gagging or unnecessary sound that would distract him from working.

"Keep it down." He scolds, cold eyes peering down through blonde bangs. With a sigh, his free hand strokes your cheek. "Just suckle, alright? There'll be plenty of time after I'm done for you to make sweet noises around my cock..."

◇ Evan Reed, CAPTAIN of the swim team, and student assistant PE coach. He's used to play basketball alongside Harrison, but got kicked out for being too violent. Shoving, pushing, and going as far as knocking teeth out. He's a fucking animal. He's handsome, of not a bit of a loner. He isn't popular or unpopular, people tend to leave him alone because of that bad boy attitude and his temper, but he's always welcome to party with the jocks, welcomed into parties and known as a keg-stand king. And boy do you catch his eyes, giving that your always hanging off Harrison, or being trailed by Carter. He's more than happy to accompany you to the pool or help you out in gym class, but it's obvious what he wants. He'll get up behind you in the pool, still smelling of cigarettes as he asks mundane questions while trying to pull your swimsuit to the side and get his hands on that sweet spot between your thighs. Or maybe he'll sit on the edge of the pool, congratulate you on how good your doing, legs spread as he pulls you between them, hoping you'll end up accidentally eyeing his cock. If you are a Masc!Reader, then there's definitely some internalized homophbia. He'll make sure you know these are just normal friend activities, even when he's got you bent over in the boys locker room, ass up. He doesn't EVER plan to be the one on the bottom.

He's a player, chasing tail outside of the school, hitting on peers sisters and mom's alike. But now, he plans to keep you around, not because he necessarily feels like he wants a romantic relationship with you, but because he loooooves how pissed it makes Harrison. He never liked the goody two-shoes, and half suspects he's one of the people who pushed to get him kicked out of basketball. He likes to pick on people, but Harrison sees himself as a knight in shining armor. So it gives Evan a major power boner to make you grind up against him on the dancefloor at some preppy party, while Harrison just has to stand by and not crush his beer can. Evan knows harrison will never, ever do anything to ruin your good guy image of him. Ever.

He's pissed, punching a locker as he let's out a growl. 4-0, what the fuck is wrong with his team? How could they get fucked over so bad after weeks of missing parties for shitty practices. Luckily for him, he sees you on the sidelines, probably waiting for Harrison to walk you back to your dorm. He takes this opportunity to slide up behind you, hands on your hips as you can feel his angry erection rutting up against your ass. "You. Me. Locker room, five minutes, stall three. Be ready, underwear off and bent over or I'll take you in front of the guys who are still changing? Got it?" He departs with a harsh smack on your rear.

◇ Joseph Mick, he's in the newspaper, but it's not like he's the head or anything. He just love photography, and he's the only guy at school to have really mastered the dark room. He's known to be a little... odd. He's the youngest in you and Harrisons class, with a petite stature and thin, lanky arms. He's pale, almost gaunt, but that could be a lack of sunlight given that he spends all his time in the dark room or toiling over photo arrangement mock-ups in the journalism room. People avoid him, but he's okay with that. He's more than happy to just watch from a distance, and photography is his real branch to the world. People only talk to him or react positively if he's taking photos for the paper or the school newsletter. He actually meets you at one of Evan's swim meets, he gets good seats for being student press, and you get good seats for just being Evan's new favorite piece of ass. Your aren't even sure why you were invited, you don't even know anything about how one wins a swimming competition. But Joseph does. He's been to enough of these, and you notice, so you lean over and start asking him questions. He's shocked someone is talking to him, and not about getting a bigger feature in the yearbook. He's more than happy to help point stuff out to you, even if he had to repeat himself or stutter his way through something. He's feeling his heart flutter and his hands shake so much so he can barely hold the camera. Soon, he's watching as you walk away, wishing he could grab onto you and hang you up on his wall to admire like one of his pictures. It's only made worse when he sees a pair of masculine arms dragging you into the boys locker room.

He's a stalker, but it's not his fault! For one, he's got no idea how to approach anyone, much less someone he likes as much as you. And since he's got that reputation as a creep, if he approached you in public, Harrison would be polite but firm at shooing him away, Carter would give him a look that makes him feel like a worm beneath his well polished shoes, and Evan would beat him to the brink of death, but then pass him over to his friends. But God, if he didn't think it was worth it sometimes to just be close to you. He can only get as close to you as his high-focus lens will allow. He's got hundreds of photos of you, some taken by him, some by campus security cams, and he treats each one like the piece that's gonna get him into a top art school. He almost feels bad taking risqué shots of you. He's always following you, and he sees the ways those... those pigs are treating you. If he could stand up to them, he would. He sees (from the cameras he's slipped into your bag) the boner Harrison is always sporting when he in your presence, he even caught a glance of Harrisons late night rendezvous with your pillow. He sees the way Carter leads you through the hallways like his little secretary, lithe fingers trying to get up your uniform bottoms. Worst of all is the way he sees Evan humping you in the pool like a dog in heat, with you obviously unsure about how you feel about this. He knows he'd treat you right, if you'd ever consider being with something like him. Notice he almost feels too bad to take risqué pictures. He can't help it if a picture or two from one of his hidden cams has a bit of an upskirt, or gets a little to zoomed in on your pecs. But know that as he drums humps the table in the dark room, those copies are only so he can keep one in his room and one on his person! He'd never, ever share your sexual exploits, not like Evan would, always bragging about what he does with, or more likely to you.

Being on the newspaper staff, he's got a pretty good idea of everyone's schedules. He's more than happy to try and squeak out some words to you if he knows your many admirers are preoccupied. Trust him, he knows A LOT of good spots to share a meal privately or maybe... maybe you'd like to see the dark room? He's even got a pillow in there, a cushion he can place on a soft stool in case you ever came to visit. He hopes he could get a private photoshoot in, maybe with some silly pictures of you, or even some lewd pics, he's just happy to see his collection expand. He doesn't have a lot of money, but he's more than happy to buy you as much cheap vending machine food as you want as long as you'll spend time with him.

"Oh, shi- hey! I didn't realize you'd be stopping by here. I'm just, uh, editing some photos for the paper." You don't notice as he slyly moves a tray of pics taken outside a dorm window that looks suspiciously like yours. He thanks whoever is out there in this moment that the dark room has a sink as he keeps his right hand out of sight.

◇ Tyler Mertz and Percy 'Pez' Goldberg, two outsiders, and self proclaimed 'dudes with bad tudes'. Put into the same headcanon spot because they aren't ever seen apart. Tyler and Pez got in on scholarship, and immediately bonded because they know they don't fit in among the rich kids at Ridgemoore. Tyler got in on a scholarship to pursue culinary excellence, because if he can do one thing, it's cook. Pez was awarded a scholarship by lottery two years ago, and even though he's barely passing most of his classes and is the biggest delinquent in school, he can't be kicked out. The school made too much of a big deal about his acceptance to create some good press, the faculty are planning to just wait the problem out. Repeating a year hasn't helped with that, though. Still, they are attached at the hip. Both struggle in classes, Pez because of a shitty social life and even shittier focus, and Tyler because he's just a little slow. Still, Tyler excels in cooking, and the faculty know he's trying. There's a few ways you might come across the pair. Maybe you decided to take culinary, and got paired up with a sweet, dopey guy who turns out to be a fucking MasterChef, or maybe your a brat!reader, like I mentioned earlier, and you meet Pez in detention, where he's glad to know the schools newest troublemaker is a looker too. Most likely, you come across them when either Evan makes you tag along to buy some weed and half-priced shitty beer for a post-game party, or Carter tells you he'll personally see to it that your father tethers you to him if he sees you talking to those 'deliquents'. Either way, they're probably some of the nicest guys in the school, even though Pez likes to fight. He's not a bad guy, but the school can't seem to recognize half of the shit he does is in retaliation to someone fucking with him or his friend.

Pez will like any kind of reader, any. If you're bratty!reader, he loves having someone to run around and bust shit up with. But he'll promise to leave the statue of your father alone, if that's what you want. If you're an innocent!reader, he can't deny he'd love to ruin that good guy/girl image you have going on. Smoke a little weed, sneak out a little, let him show you a good time. He promises he won't cross any lines or do something that would really scare or upset you. He's not a bad guy, he just wants to show you there's so much stuff out there to do. Unlike Joseph, he doesn't let the fact that others think he's a freak keep him from hanging with you. He wants them to see that you like him. HIM. He thinks your adorable no matter who you are, and frankly, snuggling up on the Headmasters kid is just another act of defiance he's happy to flaunt. Eventually, he might even open up to you about his shitty home life, and the fact he's only called Pez cause' when he's high that candy is all he wants to eat.

Tyler is a huge softie. He doesn't let the thing people say about him get to him, mostly because he's a bit dense in the moment to know he's being made fun of, but also because he's okay with being alone. He's happy with who he is, a nice guy. But, that doesn't mean he doesn't love his best buddy, or mind adding you to there little group. It's just one more mouth to feed in his eyes. He'll walk you to all your classes, slinging his big arms around you and keeping you close to his side. Unlike Pez, he grew up with a pretty loving family, and they're what he misses most about being away at boarding school. Most of the money he makes selling weed with Pez goes back to his family, but they don't really know how he makes it. He comes to see you and Pez as his new little family.

With these two, there will be lots of late nights with bad movies and pizza made from scratch. Being on some rundown couch squished between to large bodies, at least one set of arms wrapped around your waist. I think they both are pretty open about telling each other about the crush they have on you, given that they are best buds. These idiots probably got super high one night, and Tyler let slip that he, quote, 'thinks he wants to put a baby in you', to which Pez replies he'd like to put something along those lines in you too. It wouldn't be hard for them to both come to terms with wanting to share you, they share everything else. They just hope you'd want both of them, Pez and Tyler can't stand the thought of making things awkward by you only wanting one of them, so they both subtly try to transition you into the roll of being their partner.

Pez would be fucking fuming when he starts realizing the things boys at school are doing to you. Whether he witnesses it himself, or you come to him and Tyler seeking comfort, he'll pound the shit out of anyone who tries to touch you like that. If you like someone else, Pez wouldn't wail on them to eliminate a rival like Evan would, but rather he hands it over to Tyler. Tyler would come up with some rumors, maybe a reason the guy isn't right for you, and why would Tyler lie? He doesn't feel great about lying, but thinking about the things guys at this school do to you, fills the sweet chefs stomach with a bitter bile.

They wouldn't outright pressure you into sex, but rather try and find ways to coerce you into requesting or initiating it. Pez has some weed laced with something, nothing too strong, but it'll make even a nun feel a little frisky. He'll lay back or rub your thigh, hoping the weed will relax you enough to come out and say what you want. Maybe an aphrodisiac or two gets slipped into a warm drink Tyler made for you. It gets you feeling all hot, but don't worry, you can stay in their room overnight and wear their clothes, so they can... make sure you're not sick or anything.

"Hey," you can feel a pair of arms wrap around you from your spot at the library table. You look up and see Pez, with Tyler now playfully laying his head on the table beside you. "Heard that shithead Evan's got an away game, so it looks like your freed up after all to spend a little time with your favorite guys." His lips are dangerously close to your ear, making you squirm. "Yeah, man, we've got a bunch of movies n' shit from the store, and I'll even make your favorite. Stay the night, it's not like we've got anywhere to be tommorow, and my beds so cold..." Tyler teases playfully, eyes wide and feigning sadness.

All these boys make it difficult to get any alone time at Ridgemoor, but the men certainly don't make it easier... (Taboo part two with the faculty coming soon, because I'm horny for Dilfs and old men with questionable dynamics with reader.)

[greg-montgomery]

Y/N and Hotch meet at a bar durin one of the team’s outings and hook up but never get each other’s numbers and they both regret not exchangin contact info

Some time later and guess who shows up to his door with their arm around his son’s?? LMAOOO

The tension would go CRAZY ik it 😩😵‍💫

hiii, i'm posting a fic after a million yearsss <333 i hope you're all still here lmfao ilysm!!

nsfw-minors dni

wc: 1.3k

tags: aaron hotchner x fem!reader, boyfriend's dad!hotch, one night stand, lowkey angsty idk?? oh and his son is not jack in this bc it’d be weird 😭

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Mr. Hotchner.

That name was travelling around your brain all day.

Not only was he your boyfriend’s father, he was also an FBI agent. Meeting parents was already stressful enough – but no – your man's dad had to have the most intimidating job on the planet on top of it.

Your phone buzzed, and you blinked as a message flashed across your screen.

Nick: “I’ll pick you up at 7. Love you.”

You let out a sigh, staring at your closet. “Let’s see what we’re gonna wear to impress you tonight, Mr. Hotchner.”

--

“Why are you so nervous?”

“I don’t know!”

You truly didn’t. Something about all the descriptions of his father made you feel like there was a knot in your stomach.

“Just be yourself,” Nick said, and smoothed out your dress for you. Maybe he was just as worried about the impression you’d make to his dad.

“How original. Thanks.” You rolled your eyes.

“Okay now, stop being mean and knock.”

If only you had a time machine to warn yourself for what was about to happen. Because nothing could have prepared you for what was behind that door: tall, handsome, intimidating, and the best sex you’d ever had.

It was only four months ago that this man, your own boyfriend’s father, was inside you.

He licked his bottom lip while staring at yours. “I never do this.”

Did he think that you would judge him? On second thought though, looking into his eyes you realized he didn’t say it to explain himself, but to help you realize you were a special case.

And he succeeded.

“Me neither,” you admitted.

The next second you were pushed against the wall; his hard cock pressing against your bodies and his mouth on yours.

“Well…this is she,” Nick announced, his hand against your back urging you to move closer to his dad.

He reached out his hand for a handshake. “Hotchner. Aaron Hotchner.”

Aaron. It suit him.

“Nice to meet you,” you said, your voice weak.

“Nice to meet you, too. Come inside.”

How could he be so calm? Did he not recognize you?

That night had changed your life, and he didn’t fucking remember you?

Well, it seemed like he really didn’t.

You were practically shaking under his gaze, but he moved around like nothing strange was going on. He asked you questions, like what you did for a living and if you had any pets. He served the food he had prepared; god he was perfect - weak memory aside, of course. And made conversation like any father would with his future daughter in law.

Maybe you were going crazy. Maybe it wasn’t him.

But then he made that movement. That same movement he kept making when he was talking with his friends that night at the bar; when he had caught you staring…when you had caught him staring too.

Running his thumb over his knuckles.

It was him.

“Fuck,” he whispered between your kisses. “Do you know what you do to me?”

“I can feel it,” you said and moved your hand to cup his erection. His hot breath against your neck urged you to keep moving, slipping your hand on the inside of his boxers. “Can’t wait to feel it in me too.”

“Turn around.”

Without a need to be told twice, you did as he said. He pushed your skirt up, and pulled down your panties harshly.

His free hand grabbed your hair in his fist and pulled it, pressing your face against the wall to steady you. You had never felt dirtier.

“I don’t even know your name,” you said.

He moved closer, kissing the spot behind your ear. “You like that?” he asked, his hand grabbing your ass, and then slowly moving it across your thigh.

His fingers finally found their way between your legs, and you were thankful for the loud music ‘cause there was no way to keep quiet when he started rubbing your aching clit.

“Oh, you like it,” he answered his own question. “Like being touched by a stranger.”

“Fuck…”

“You’re so fucking wet, baby,” he moaned, two fingers of his entering your pussy.

“Please fuck me,” you whined. Your mind was clouded. There was no way you were that desperate, that you were begging a man you didn’t know for his dick.

He moved his fingers slowly, hitting all the right spots. “And what if I left you here, baby, hm?” he whispered in your ear. You moved your ass against him to match his movements, as he grinded himself on you. “What if I stopped touching you and walked away?”

“No…Please...”

You could hear him unbuckling his belt, and you grinned. And the next second you knew what heaven felt like.

“Baby?”

Your boyfriend’s voice snapped you out of our thoughts. Thank God.

“Sorry. I was thinking about work and zoned out.”

You dared to lift your eyes, only to find Aaron smirking.

He knew.

“My dad was asking you about the wine you brought.”

“Oh. Yeah…I got it from a store near my house, they have really quality-” As you tried to lift your glass and take a sip from the wine you were talking about, a clumsy move of yours had it spilling on your dress. “Shit!”

Nick rushed to clean you up with a napkin but you stopped him, gently placing your hand on his. “Honey, you’re gonna ruin the fabric, it’s okay.”

“Let me get you something old of mine to change at least.”  

“I don’t wanna be trouble.”

“Stop it,” he said softly and kissed your forehead.

You caught Aaron’s intense stare with the corner of your eye.

Once your boyfriend ran upstairs to search through his old bedroom for clothes, it was finally just you and him.

“I’ve heard dish soap helps.”

You smiled. “Does it?”

He hit his hand on the table while standing up, urging you to follow him. “Let’s test it out.”

You followed him to the kitchen and observed him as he grabbed a towel and poured the soap on it. His shoulders were as broad as you remembered. The marks your nails had left on them had definitely faded by now, but they were there once.

“Let’s see…” he said, as he approached you.

He started rubbing the dirty spot of your dress, right below your belly with the towel. The closeness, his cologne, the feeling of his breath on you, teleported you back to that night…to that bar.

“You okay?”

“No.”

Aaron was taken aback from your honest answer, freezing.

His eyes softened when he looked into yours. A sigh escaped from his lips and he spoke again. “What a coincidence, huh?”

“Yeah…”

“Hey,” he said, and caught your chin between his fingers to maintain eye contact. “It’s alright. This won’t be a problem, I can forget about it.”

“I can’t.”

His thumb moved from your chin, and started tracing your lips; his eyes following along with it. He took a deep breath again, closing his eyes. “He’s my son.”

“I know.”

“Found an old sweater and sweatpants.” Nick’s voice coming from the living room broke the tension.

“Thank you, baby!” you said as cheerfully as you could, pulling away from Aaron’s touch and running to your boyfriend.

“I see my son’s been treating you like a princess,” Aaron said, walking behind you.

“I have no complaints.”

“Good.” He turned to his son and pointed a finger at him. “Or someone else might steal her away.”

‘Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Mr. Hotchner,’ you thought, and judging from the smile Aaron gave you, he had read your mind.

[romanticintheory]

now thinking about what it would look like if reader was betrayed by simon. i just wanna feel the excrutiating pain😞😞🙏🙏

nonny u read my mind!!

simon "ghost" riley x reader

-you meet him while you're shopping for new jewelry. your father, instead of celebrating your birthday with you, sent you a stupid amount of cash with the note, "happy birthday. get yourself something you like."

-he was always away for work. what he did, you never knew. your entire life, he had always been distanced from you despite his friendly, loud demeanor. it was like he was trying to make up for his lack of emotional and physical presence with his smiles and money.

-you believed simon riley was different.

-he tapped you on the shoulder when you were birthday shopping, clearing his throat to drown the nerves as he asked you which of the two necklaces looked better.

-you smiled kindly at him and pointed to the one you thought looked better.

-"who's the lucky lady?"

-"just my mum. figured she deserved something nice and i want it to be special for her."

-you both hit it off immediately.

-his quiet, observant demeanor was a breath of fresh air compared to what you had suffered with your father. he was always listening, keeping his eyes on you, or maybe had an arm around your waist when his attention was required elsewhere.

-he was also incredibly understanding of your situation with your father.

-"i dunno. i thought about having you meet him, but he's just always so busy and it always feels like there's no point in asking him."

-"he's that busy? what's he even do?"

-"couldn't tell you. he can't even be bothered to let me know what's so important that he has to basically ignore me my entire life. i mean, i love him, but..."

-"yeah. i get it."

-eventually, your dad catches on that you're dating someone. it's during his once-a-month call that hears a simon's "ow" following a loud thud.

-when your dad finds out it's your boyfriend, he insists on meeting him.

-"need t' get to know him, is all. especially if he's gonna be my future son-in-law!"

-when you tell simon, he gives you an encouraging nudge toward agreeing. it had been almost a year that you were together, and you were still apprehensive on letting the love of your life and the vague outline of your father meet.

-"he already knows. bet he'll keep asking until you give in, so why not now?"

-your shoulders sag in defeat as you realize he's right. so, you text your dad the details of a meetup.

-simon is oddly silent the entire drive to the restaurant. you assume it's nerves. after all, you can feel your own heart beating furiously against your chest.

-when you're about three blocks away from the restaurant, he pulls over on the curb. it's a dark night and all is quiet. for a moment, you think he's about to chicken out and propose the both of you just go home.

-he leans back in his seat and unlocks the car doors. he raises his hand as a signal and utters a single phrase:

-"don't scream."

-suddenly, the door to your seat is thrown open and someone is tying your hands behind your back and your legs together. the entire time, you're pleading, tears gathering in your eyes with a confused look on your face.

-as the last knot is secured on your legs, you hear a deep voice murmuring an apologetic, "sorry. nothing personal." is that a scottish accent? "ghost, price gave the good to go. we're ready for you."

-the soldier looks into your eyes briefly, nods back at simon, and leaves, shutting the door behind him.

-you turn your gaze back to who you thought was the one.

-"simon?"

-still, he refuses to make eye contact with you. instead, he opens the glove compartment and pulls out a balaclava and mask, pulling the former over his face.

-you can't read his eyes when he finally looks over at you, his expression now covered by a skull.

-"don't try to escape. we've got someone watchin' you, so we'll know."

-"why are you doing this?" your voice is cracking, and the tears are now slowly dribbling down to your chin and onto your lap.

-he doesn't answer you, just giving you a hardened, "i'm sorry," before taking your phone from your bag and leaving you in the dark, suffocating car.

-yeah. you believed simon riley was different.

[etheries1015]

Vil introduces you to his father, and you fumble

"And this is?"

"Father, i'd like to introduce you to...my lover." Vil pulled you from behind him, his father's gaze flickering between you and his son. Silence rang for a moment before Vils father placed a hand upon his child's shoulders.

"Are you certain you're ready for such a responsibility?" Vil looked shocked for a moment before mildly upset, furrowing his eyebrows and putting a protective arm in front of you.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Vil," his father with a worried gaze held onto his shoulders, "Being a public figure as you are, having a lover is incredibly difficult for us. You might need to keep them hidden, or even be prepared for backlash in case something goes awry. Do you believe you are ready for such responsibility?" Vil looked down from his gaze before his face softening upon looking at your nervous composure. Raising his head, all he did was nod firmly at his father and pull you near his chest.

It was silent for a moment, and you were rather confused. They stared at each other as if having some sort of...conversation that was a secret between the two. A smile crawled onto Eric's face, chuckling and placing an arm over his son's shoulders.

"I'm proud of you, then! You two have my blessings." His eyes, strikingly beautiful and stern just like his offspring, looked at you.

"And your name is?"

..... Your legs turned into jelly and you lost your words, instead, you started stuttering and trembling attempting to introduce yourself.

"Oh- yes!- um- my name is (y/n) It's very nice to meet y-" You went to put out your hand to give him a handshake, going to step forward missing a beat as you tripped over Vils foot. You yelped in surprise and instinctively grabbed hold of the first thing you could, which was Eric. You were ready for the impact of the floor and bringing down your future father-in-law, however it never came.

"Aren't you the energetic one, huh?" He laughed, pulling you back up to your stance. Your face went red as you covered your embarrassment with your hands.

"I'm so sorry, sir." You groaned, Vil biting back a chuckle in seeing you so undone.

"Please, call me Eric." Your jaw slacked open, shaking your head aggressively and waving your hands around your face.

"I can't possibly do that!" You said a little too loud before Vil couldn't hold it back any longer and began laughing, holding his stomach. You shot him an annoyed look before playfully punching his arm.

"Don't laugh at me!" You said with a pout and cheeks rosy, "I'm tryin' here!" Eric watched as you chastised his son with raised eyebrows, seeing his son freely showing his emotions and noticing just how open he seemed to be around this person...

He knew it would work out just fine, and his son was in good hands.

[undercoveravenger]

Premeditated

Pairing: Criminal!Soap & Ghost x Detective!Male!Reader (Eventual poly 141 & reader)

This is Part 2 of this AU - Part one: Click Here Part three: Click Here

Warnings: Suggestive (Soap’s a horny mf), allusions to crime (arson)

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Johnny’s “second date” with you happens exactly as he’d planned. Price and Ghost had been able to clear any evidence linking him to the explosion on Makarov’s side of town while Gaz had “miraculously found” footage of him at one of the relatively legitimate businesses the 141 operated timestamped precisely at the day and time of the incident. With nothing to link him back to the crime, Soap was released from police custody and he’d even had the chance to blow a kiss to his favorite detective on the way out.

He’d accepted his admittedly-deserved tongue lashing from Price about consorting with cops, but eventually Price agreed that you could prove quite useful once you were brought around to the idea of working with them. 

So then it was with Price’s blessing that he’d traced down your number and coerced convinced you to meet him for dinner.

The restaurant is empty, aside from the two of you and the staff, so he’s free to tease you more openly than if this whole thing hadn’t been arranged.

“Nice suit,” he says as you shift uncomfortably across from him. He can tell it’s probably just some cheap suit you wear to court when you’re required to testify and makes a mental note to buy a new one and have it delivered to you. “Bet it’d look even better on my bedroom floor while we-”

“You said,” you interrupt and God, what he’d give to have a sense of you. To see your expression and know whether this was you blowing him off or if he’d managed to actually fluster you. “You have intel worth my time.”

Straight to business, Johnny muses, Price’d appreciate that in a future son in law, wouldn’t he?

“You’ll get your information,” Johnny says, waving a hand dismissively. He thinks of the flash drive tucked away in his pocket and wonders what exactly you might be willing to do to get your hands on it. “After our date.”

“It’s not a-” your protests are interrupted by the arrival of your waiter, a towering blond with a black surgical mask over his mouth and nose. Johnny can see the way your eyes trail the length of the scar that runs down the side of Ghost’s face and something bitter twists in his stomach as you smile at him.

“Whotcha want?” Ghost grunts, as few-worded as always, but there’s something in the way that Ghost looks at you that Johnny recognizes. It’s the way he looks at you too.

Ghost takes your order and then disappears into the back without waiting for Johnny’s order. Typical Ghost.

“So,” he says, if only to get your eyes off of Ghost’s retreating figure and back onto him. “Tell me about yourself?”

It’s the wrong question. The invitation to make this more than a transaction, to make it real, and it has your shoulders tensing and your hand dropping to your hip like you were itching for the familiar weight of your gun. 

Johnny hums, sweet and low and soft, holds up his hands like a surrender even though he knows he’d never give up on something as special as you.

“Doesn’t need tae be somethin’ big,” he tries, needling for any little thing you’re willing to offer up to him. His lips twitch into a grin with an idea, “Matter of fact, I’ll tell you somethin’ for everythin’ you tell me.”

There’s a spark in your eyes at that, at the promise of something to work with and Johnny has a lot of things he’d like you to work with actually. Matter of fact, if you wanted to bend him over the table and- 

“I’ve been a detective for three years,” you say, voice pulling Johnny out of his daydreams. He’d known that - had seen it on the background check they’d pulled on you. He’d been hoping for something more personal, something just for him, but it was a start. 

Johnny forces himself to grin like that was new information, “Betcha couldnae tell by the accent, but I was born an’ raised in Scotland. A little town near Glasgow.”

You nod, eyes focused like you’re filing away the information for later and Johnny can’t help the delighted little kick in his chest that you’re eager to learn about him too, even if you might currently be planning on using it against him. He’s just gotta persuade you that you’re better off at his side.

“Before I decided to join the force,” you start, and Soap leans in, enraptured by the idea of learning something new about you. “I was nearly killed by a drive-by shooter.”

Johnny sits back at that, flummoxed by the idea that he might never have known you. That he’d have never even known what he would’ve been missing.

“My friends call me Soap,” he says, trying to brighten the mood a bit. He can see the confusion as you process what he’d said. 

“Soap?” Shivers creep down his spine at the way you say his callsign. He wonders what it’d be like to have you talking him through a job on comms. How hard it’d be to focus on anything but the sound of your voice. “Why?”

“Cause ‘e’s got a dirty fuckin’ mind,” Ghost rumbles as he reappears, a plate balanced in each hand. He deposits your plate in front of you carefully before dropping Johnny’s in front of him unceremoniously. He looks between Johnny and you for a long moment before dragging over a chair from a neighboring table and sits on it backwards, crossing his massive arms over the back of it, pitch dark eyes fixed firmly on you. “What’s a nice lad like you doin’ with a punk like ‘im?” Ghost asks and Johnny would’ve been offended if he didn’t know that this was just Ghost’s way of playing.

You’re quiet for a few seconds, intense gaze fixed on Johnny. He does his best not to squirm.

“He promised he’d be worth my time,” you say finally and Soap wants to applaud you for it. It’s a perfect answer, really - ambiguous enough of a promise that you could just be two men out on a date if Ghost didn’t already know otherwise.

But Ghost did know. He had to. The only reason he’d be here doing something as menial as serving tables is if Price asked him to. And if Price asked… his eyes cut over to the blinking red light of the surveillance camera in the far corner of the room. His suspicions are confirmed by the barely perceptible nod Ghost gives him when he turns back to the table.

Great, he thinks, Not only are you interested in Ghost, but Price and Gaz are both watching. He feels like the three of you are on some stupid reality show.

Ghost lingers while you and Johnny eat, interjecting every now and then with some terrible joke or to tease Johnny, and Johnny is baffled by how easy this feels. He trusts Ghost with his life, has to in their line of work, but he’s never seen him this open before. Never as at peace as he is right now, sitting next to you and listening intently. Even that ever present tension has started to bleed out of his shoulders the longer he’s near you.

Johnny grins as a wicked thought pops into his mind. He feigns a sigh as he looks down at the emptied plates and pulls out the flash drive with the information he’d promised you. “Well, a deal’s a deal. Your time for my intel,” he says, dangling the flash drive temptingly. He waits until you move to grab it before closing his fingers back around it, “On second thought,” he says, grin spreading at the look on his face, “One last thing and then it’s all yours.”

You don’t seem surprised that he’s changing the deal on you, though you look resolute and he takes that as a good sign.

“I’ll give this to you,” he starts, grinning fiercely, “After you give us a kiss.”

You huff and Johnny’s glad he made sure you weren’t wearing a wire when you arrived. There was something so much more satisfying about knowing that this was all your decision and you weren’t just following orders as you lean in.

“Nuh-uh,” he says when you’re just inches away, amusement covering that twinge of disappointment at not being able to kiss you just yet. “Him first.”

Johnny’s not sure who’s more shocked, you or Ghost. You’re stunned, eyes darting between the two of them like you’re trying to puzzle out the pieces of him saying to kiss ‘us’ not just being one of those odd little colloquialisms. 

Ghost is paler than Soap’s ever seen him, dark eyes wide and wild at being thrust so suddenly into the spotlight and Johnny almost calls it off until he sees the way Ghost’s hands twitch, fingers flexing like it’s all he can do to not grab hold of you and not let go.

“C’mon love,” Johnny croons, trailing his fingertips along your jaw until he can hook them under your chin and turn your head to face Ghost, “Look ‘ow much ‘e wants it.”

You’re still for a split second longer before you take his encouragement and shift toward Ghost, trailing your hands over kilometers-wide shoulders and up until your fingertips brush the edge of his mask.

Johnny can barely hear the quiet “this okay?” that you ask Ghost before Ghost is telling you to close your eyes and ripping off his mask.

He’s on you in seconds, lips on yours like you’re fresh air and he’s asphyxiating and Johnny doesn’t even feel jealous because what a show. He can hear the slick of Ghost’s mouth against yours, can see just how tight he’s clutching at you, and he can see that you’re giving it right back - hands tight around Ghost’s jaw and up into his hair to keep him close to you, to keep him kissing you, and there’s this wounded gasp that leaves you when Ghost eventually pulls away, but he’s already got his mask back in place by the time your eyes open. 

Johnny’s quick to take his place, taking your face in his hands and tugging you in like he’s been aching to do for weeks. He can’t help the needy little sound that escapes him when your mouth is finally on his and he can feel you lean into - feels the sharp sting of your teeth against his lower lip and then the heat of your tongue against it right after. He can’t stop his hands from roaming, clutching at your hair, your shoulders, your ass - it’s like he’s starving for you, like he’ll never get another chance to touch you so he has to memorize every inch of you now but he wants to do so much more than memorize and there’s not enough time. 

Eventually he forces himself to break the kiss, though he knows he’d be perfectly content to spend the rest of time in your arms. 

“As promised,” he says, still catching his breath as he pushes the thumb drive into your hands. 

His heart warms at the second of hesitation before you turn and go and he’s quiet for a moment before he turns back to Ghost, who ditched the surgical mask in favor of his usual skull hood as soon as the door closed behind you.

“Super fuckable, right?” Johnny asks as he stands and starts to clear the table, if only to give himself something to do.

“Oh, absolutely,” Ghost agrees, joining him.

Johnny would be sad that the night had ended where it did, he thinks, if he didn’t know that the information on that drive would have you back in his arms within the next twenty four hours. No, once you learned that your dear chief of police, Shepherd, was compromised, you’d come running right to the 141 for help exposing him, and the bigger the ask, the higher the cost. You’d never be rid of them at this rate.

[ynsvnte]

Lady Love ! — Sim Jaeyun

Genre: arranged marriage, strangers to lovers, drabble, royal au, fluff?

wc: 985

warnings: petnames (sweetheart), one kiss

pairing: prince!jake x princess!reader

Synopsis: you hated the fact you were being sent off to get married. You don’t even know your future husband. You thought badly of him..only to find out the quite opposite

Masterlist

You sighed, staring out the window of the carriage.. you didn’t want to meet your so called future husband. It’s stupid on how your parents chose your spouse for you.. and their reasoning being “Oh! We must keep this tradition alive!” Well you don’t like this tradition. Seriously, how does your own mother think that when she got with your father the same way? You look over to see a castle from a distance. The carriage slowly came to a stop. You wanted to just disappear. You don’t know whether you are nervous or annoyed, probably maybe even both. You try to shake off the feeling. You hear the door opening, facing the direction.. your bodyguard comes in sight announcing..

“We have arrived Princess..Yn..” He says moving to the side to let you get through while holding his hand out. You take his hand carefully stepping out of your carriage. You admire the Greek styled castle.. that’s until you hear your mother’s voice.

“Yn! You’ve arrived my sweetheart..I thought you got lost on your way here!” She said with worry.. you shake your head.. slightly embarrassed.

“No..sorry mother for taking a little longer..” you say hoping to ease her a bit. Your mother sighs in relief before your father speaks up.

“Come on now.. we’ve come here for one reason and we don’t want to keep him waiting..” you wanted to roll your eyes. Since when did you agree to this!?! Never. You don’t get why you don’t choose on your own.

“Yes..father..” you say with a polite voice.. oh how you wanted to shout at his face.. you all approach the castle’s door.. slowly opening.. it reveals a long hallway full of butlers and maids ready to take any command. They all stare at you making you a little nervous. Not like you were nervous a whole lot.

“Your highness.. the family is waiting for you in the meeting room..” one maid said bowing. “Follow me..” she added.. you follow her, your nerves going up each second as you get closer. You wonder how he looks, how he acts, what would he think of you? Questions were quickly filling up your mind to the point you didn’t realize you'd arrived at the door..

“Yn.? Yn? Sweetie?” You heard your name ring called. You slightly shake a bit before facing your mother.. “Y-yes..?” You asked..fidgeting with your fingers.. “Are you alright??” she looks at your concern. “Huh..yeah I’m fine..” totally fine.. NO! You were a mess!! Of course you weren’t fine. “Oh alright, are you ready?..” What?!?! No!?! If you could, you'd definitely jump off a bridge. “I guess..” nope.

With that you walk into the room seeing the old couple sitting down discussing something until they notice your presence. Stopping, they smile at you softly. They don’t seem that bad..but that doesn’t mean the same as for their son.

“You must be yn..” the old man asked. You nodded your head.. “Yes, your highness, that would be me.” You said politely, bowing. “No need to be formal..as you’ll be marrying my son..” you put on a fake smile.. hoping it was somewhat believable. You take a seat..somewhat calmer than before. You sit in your seat as your parents talk with his parents. You can’t believe these two will be your in-laws. You sigh with boredom. Your gaze lands in the stained glass window.. the sunlight leaving a beautiful color on the table. That’s when you hear a deep voice.

“Sorry for being late mother and father..” it’s him.. you don’t want to turn around but can’t help it. “Oh my son!” His dad says cheerfully getting up and walking towards him. You slowly turn around and see him. You’re beyond shocked he was..very.. handsome.. very much your type. He looks like a golden retriever of some sort.. his presence felt so..bubbly. You couldn’t take your eyes off him. Air caught in your throat. His black hair is nicely styled, brown eyes with a sparkle, and oh, that sweet smile of his.. but looks can’t say all. The prince.. greets his parents before greeting yours. Your eyes followed his every movement. He eventually turned his direction towards you. You quickly get up too much for your liking, and bow..

“It’s nice to meet you..?” The prince starts off.. “Yn…” you say softly. Your heart skips a beat. “Yn..lovely name..” He takes your hand and kisses it.. “Name’s Jaeyun.. but just call me Jake, sweetheart..” Sweetheart oh you could definitely faint on the spot.

“How about you two get to know a little more about each other..” his mother suggested.. “Of course mother.. here come with me..” he says before taking your wrist in his hand. He takes you over to the backyard revealing a huge field..

“So yn.. I’ll be marrying you..” Right.. “yeah..” you said awkwardly.. “Not bad..I wasn’t expecting someone like you.. more quiet than most..and definitely very very beautiful..” oh gosh he just called you beautiful. You can feel your face getting warm, maybe it’s just the weather. “Thank you..” Jake nodded his head.. “I didn’t agree to this.. parents choice.. but now that I think about it I don’t mind at all now..” Jake adds leaving you stunned so he felt the same way.. “Huh..me too.” You say with wide eyes looking at him.. Jake could just kiss you right now, but he had some self control in him. “Feelings are mutual..so you don’t mind being my wife?” Oh now he was teasing you. “What? I never said anything..”

“I know but the way your body language is speaking right now says the opposite, but don’t worry sweetheart.. I don’t mind you being my wife.” Jake says before kissing you on the lips and walking away leaving you flustered. Oh boy were you so happy.

Author’s Note: I did it yay! Umm I thought of this out of nowhere and just liked the idea so here it is .. this was what I was straying to finish.

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[fancyfeathers]

Always Prey But Never A Bird

Based on the Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling series

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“What do you mean she is missing?” Your fiancé’s voice questioned as he was on the phone with his… assistant, for lack of a better term. From what he knew, you had just left his mother’s boutique and decided to walk home and you disappeared, you disappeared as if into thin air, you never returned to the penthouse and an hour or two difference would be fine, but it has been almost eight hours since you had left. Gabriel groaned, running a hand through his hair, he was standing outside of a luxury hotel, the hotel chain it belonged to his family has been board members of it for years, multiple decades, and since he was beginning to step up as his parents began to retire he was the one who attended this sort of thing, board meetings and such. “Look I don’t care what you have to do, find her or else I swear to god-“

“Mr. Christel, is something wrong?” Gabriel tensed up, being caught off guard by the unwelcome person calling after him. Gabriel sighed and hanged up the phone before taking a breath and turning around with smile to face none other than your father, Bruce Wayne, he was dressed up in one of his dark blue suits with a black tie, Gabriel had spotted him in the meeting since Wayne Enterprises ran the hotel chain’s computer networks with their guest list logs and such. “I expected to see your father at today’s meeting, especially given your recent… engagement to my youngest daughter.”

“Ah well we both have our own dealings to attend to today.” He forced a smile at his future, and unwillingly so, father in law. “Me more so since I am now dealing with filing a lawsuit against the security company that is employed at my mother’s boutique because your son somehow broke in without any of them noticing which is a failure on their end, Damian I believe it was.”

“Well I would happy to write a check for the lawyer fees then-“

“No need, your money is nothing to my family… and my fiancé.” He just added the last part in that sentence with a sadistic smirk pulling at his lips for an extra bit of salt to the wound, especially after last night’s affairs. “Such a shame we were not able to tell you before the party, she did accept only less than an hour beforehand, such an occasion should be celebrated with the bride’s family as well if you all were not so bitter about it… well your wife is not, which I find quite strange especially given your so called perfect relationship the press reports on, you would think with a marriage like your own you and your wife would be able to agree on anything, but clearly that does not seem to be the case.”

“I never gave you my permission to marry my daughter-“

“I did not need it, seeing as she is a grown woman who has not lived with you for four years along with being no contact with your entire family.” Gabriel shot a flare at Bruce, his eyes would have sent another man running but not your father, all the hate in the world burning into his soul. “It was her choice entirely to accept my proposal, though perhaps your blessing would be nice.”

“I would not have gotten that either, and from what I recall, you bullied my youngest son in high school, you and your friends defaced his locker, I believe I have the photos if you want to see them.” Bruce snapped back at the young man who was completely unafraid of him. “Does my daughter know about that, because I don’t think she would exactly approve of that behavior.”

“No one at that school could stand your son, everyone made fun of him, especially after he slammed my head into a brick wall in the stairwell after he found me and your daughter kissing, which by the way she initiated.” Gabriel scoffed while crossing his arms and rolling his eyes at your father. “Besides she knows I did that and I only stopped because she asked me to, but I certainly think your son should be put in his place because he is a psychopathic freak who gave me a head injury over having a crush on his his sister and broke into my mother’s store because his stepmother was helping her own daughter plan her wedding, he should be in Arkham Asylum for that sort of behavior.”

“Watch your mouth when you are talking about my son.”

“Don’t blow your top, I’m not going to tell the press any of that, I just want you to see reason and the reality of what is wrong with your own along with your children’s behavior, but clearly that is not possible.” Gabriel turned his head away as he noticed his driver pulling up with his car, he glanced back at your father as the driver got out to open the back door for his employer. “If you change your mind, my fiancé and I may reconsider inviting you to the wedding, but let your wife know that there will be a spot open for her.”

“I will not.”

“Shame… have a good evening, Mr. Wayne.” Gabriel gave his future father in law a back handed wave with one hand while the other tucked itself into the pocket of his suit jacket as he walked towards and stepped into the car. The windows were so tinted that when the doors closed there was no way that your father could possibly see into the backseat of the car.

Gabriel sighed and leaned back into his seat, his hand coming to support his chin as his arm rested against the car door, watching the city scenery roll by as the car began to pull away from the hotel.

“Home, sir?” The driver asked and Gabriel sighed and shook his head as he pulled his hands away from the door and instead reached for a center console in the back seat of the car which was hidden in the middle seat, the back panel of the seat having to be pulled down in order to reveal it. Gabriel pressed a button on the center console, opening up a drawer on the center console and, more importantly revealing what was inside of it.

Gabriel, ever so gently and delicately, picked up the perfectly white mask from the center console drawer, it was white black and slightly narrowed eyes along with the nose of the mask being sculpted into a slightly curved, pointed, small beak which make the mask hold an owl like resemblance.

“The Powers Club.”

“Yes, sir.”

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You stared at the man that sat across from you, or what feels like a demon taking the form of the man with everything this man has done, things that no higher power could ever forgive.

“Would you like some tea?”

“No.” You snapped at the leader of the League of Assassins rather quickly after his question which with anyone else you would have said yes, but you would not trust a word this man said, even if it was a kind gesture, a common courtesy. You knew he would not poison it, you knew you were more useful to him alive than dead, otherwise if he wanted you dead you would have been dead years ago. “What do you want, why am I here? I don’t want to waste time.”

“Talia told me how much you have grown, you truly are your father’s daughter.” You would have snapped at him for comparing you to your father but you did not dare to do so, you know better than to raise a hand against the Demon’s Head. He leaned back in his chair before waving his hand and out of the corner or your eye you spotted one of his underlings step forward and reached out to you, handing you something, a small black bag made up of a sort of fabric and strings that tied it off at the end. “A wedding gift, I thought it best be left in your hands rather than ours because perhaps you could make use of it while it matters not to us.”

“…Why should I care about whatever this is?” You spoke while looking down at the bag, having next to no idea what was inside, it could be something like an actual wedding gift like jewelry or it could be something like someone’s dried out heart. You looked up at Ra’s Al Ghul, your eyes narrowing at him. “Why should I even open this? I could just burn it.”

“We all know that you won’t.” Talia finally spoke up, her hand trailing over to your check, bringing your head down to look at the small black bag you held on your lap. “I promise you that it may change your mind on more than one thing, for the better, my darling.”

“No offense, but I take everything you all say with multiple grains of salt, like a whole spoonful-“

“If you open it, I will provide protection for your little friends from the warning I originally gave you during our little reunion a few weeks ago.” Talia words rang in your ears, her interruption not irritating you like it normally would with her promise. You took in a deep breath before your fingers came to pull at the strings of the bag, beginning to open it. “That’s a good, little finch.”

Your fingers pulled the bag away, leaving the contents on your lap…

You felt like you were going to vomit at the sight of it.

“Mix valerian root and kava into the tea for the young mistress, natural sedatives are best for her at the moment due to her shock.” You heard Talia’s voice speak to you, not quite able to process the title she just gave you when speaking to the underling present in the root. “When you return her, if you so much leave a mark on her skin you will be dead within the hour, do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.”

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“No, sorry Gabriel, she hasn’t been on the comm lines since last night.” Clove responded to your fiancé who was on the other end of the phone. “Ya, sorry we could not be more help, if you find anything please call, she is our friend… alright bye.”

“What was that about?” Henbane questioned from where he sat on a nice leather couch as Clove hung up the phone. They had been moved into one of Mark Austen’s luxury apartments which were normally reserved for his employees on business trips, in all honesty it was a total upgrade from the warehouse they had been living in for years, had a staff and everything for them. “Something up with Nightshad- (Name)… god I will never get used to calling her that.”

“It is her real name, no reason to hide it anymore.” Nettle chimed in to his giant of a friend as he grabbed an apple from a glass bowl on the coffee table with a bunch of other fruits in it.

“Ya… b-but that’s beside the point.” Clive sighed and shook her head, setting her phone on the same coffee where Nettle grabbed the apple from the fruit bowl. She sighed, leaning her head on Henbane’s shoulder as he sat next to her and to which he reached a big hand up to scratch at her head and brush through her hair. “Gabriel called me, he just got out of some board meeting and was on his way home when he got word that she did not come home after some wedding planning thing this morning, like straight up disappeared, he was just wondering if we had any idea where she might be, but I don’t think anyone here has heard anything, right?”

“Nope.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Not a thing.”

Clove sighed and closed her eyes, her hand reaching out for Henbane’s other hand to hold, squeezing down to let out her stress as she did. “Where could she be?”

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You woke up back in the alley you were taken in, the assassins who were watching over you, waiting for you to wake up, booked it the moment you opened your eyes, seemed like the League of Assassins were the guardian angels you never wanted. The little black bag Ra’s Al Ghul was tied onto your pants’ belt loop, the contents of your wedding gift back inside the bag.

You made yourself stand up from the alley ground, your legs all sorts of shaking. You reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone and called an Uber. One thing was for sure, you were not going to be going back to that penthouse anytime soon.

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“Hey Bruce, have you seen the footage analysis Babs sent in on that break in last night?” Tim asked as he walked into the family room, speaking to his adoptive father who was sitting on one of the leather sofas in the room along with his wife, your own mother with an ice pack on her leg that she rested her hand and wrist on top of. “They think it might be some people on someone else’s payroll- Hey mom, are you alright?”

“Damian was a bit rough with her earlier, just bruised her wrist a bit, she’ll be alright, Tim.” Bruce responded as he enjoyed this moment of peace with his wife resting her head on his shoulder as she iced her wrist. She was not Tim’s real mother, nor was she the one who adopted him, but that did not matter, he always called her that no matter what, funny that she was the one who he referred to her more as a parental title, he did on occasion call Bruce dad, but she as always mom or sometimes bat mom when she went down to the cave while comm lines were up, she hated when they called her that. “I’ll need you to stop by Selina Kyle’s apartment tonight to talk to her about breaking into the manor.”

“She didn’t…”

“She did, I am afraid.”

“Hey Bruce!” Dick’s voice called out from the hallway, near the front entryway, but he was walking down the hallway as his slightly concerned voice spoke out to the older man. The first Robin, now Nightwing, peaked into the family room, lingering at the doorway. “We got a situation out front.”

“What kind of situation-“

“It’s her, she’s back home.” At those words, everyone’s eyes went wide, some with shock, but one with a mixture of shock and horror. “She is just sitting on the front steps, don’t know how she got past the front gate, but something is wrong, really wrong… she’s never been this… still.”

Bruce stood up from the couch, his fingers trailing off of his wife’s shoulder as he walked off, both him and Tim rushing out of the room and following after Dick. The doors to the manor were wide open, it seems like everyone else in the manor caught notice before Dick ran to tell Bruce and Tim. Damian, Jason, and Cassandra stood back by the open front door while both Stephanie and Duke sat next to you on the steps, Stephanie rubbing her hand in circles on your back and Duke giving your hand little squeezes, both gestures meant to bring some level of comfort to you, but you did not move, your eyes fixed ahead of you, unmoving due to the level of shock you were in.

Bruce walked down the stairs so he could come to kneel in front of you, your eyes just looked dead, even if he was right in front of you, you did not see him, just staring off at nothing, it reminded him of the look in his own eyes, that dead look, when he saw his parents, your grandparents, be killed in front of me. “Princess, talk to me, what happened-“

“Her right shoulder is tense, is there something on the right side of her body?” Cassandra spoke up in a quiet voice, the child who was fluent in body language, even if she did not have a perfect view of you from the back and what you had on your hip due to you sitting down. “Her legs are pressed together and her jaw is tense, something is wrong… she’s…”

“Heartbroken.” Stephanie spoke up, finishing Cassandra’s sentence as she uncurled your fist as she attempted to hold your hand, revealing your engagement ring that you had taken off, making it clear that the something that was wrong was relationship related. She pried the ring from your hand with little to no resistance from you and tossed it off back to Dick who was walking down the stairs. Her eyes then looked over to your right hip, spotting the bag and reached over to untie it from your waist right before Bruce sighed and picked you up from the stairs, carrying you like he would when you were little.

“It’s cold out, she doesn’t need to be sitting outside of her home.” He simply stated as he walked past the rest of his children, his arms squeezing around you, pressing your head under his chin and feeling your breath against your neck, a reminder that you were actually here.

“H-hey… Bruce, you gotta see this.”

“Not right now, Stephanie.”

“No, you really have to see this.” Duke added in which made Bruce look back around, they had opened in the bag and everyone was now gathering around to get a look at the photographs that were inside, the gift from Ra’s Al Ghul, but none of them knew that part and nor did they need to. Dick glanced back at Bruce and the look of worry and pure concern in Dick’s eyes that boarded fear made Bruce give in and hand you off to his eldest son.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Dick spoke to you, wrapping his arms around you as he carried you into the manor. “You’re probably so tired, let’s get you to bed, poor thing.”

After all the hostility due to your engagement from his children, Bruce was so surprised to hear words of pity so quickly after the whiplash of pain. He reached down as Stephanie handed him the photos and brought them up for him to see.

Blood.

A body.

A mask.

And a killer.

All caught on camera.

“Son of a bitch.” Jason growled as Bruce furrowed his brow at the revelation shown by the photos. “The Court of Owls is actually real… motherfucker.”

“And her ex was a member.” Stephanie added , her own eyes fixed on the ground before her in shock. When you were in high school they told you he was a member of the Court of Owls as a way to scare you away from him, they even tried it when you returned to the manor not to long ago with Clove and Henbane, but they never thought it actually existed.

The person you loved more than anything was a murderer, a cold blooded killer and psychopath, the only difference between him and the people in Blackgate prison and Arkham Asylum is that he had money, lots of it, and a smile that hid a thousand lies.

[penkura]

First Mother's Day

Note: I decided to do a special post in what is now my OP Men as Dads series, and do a Mother's Day headcanon/blurb post. I understand this day can be rough for some, but I hope that whether you celebrate or not, whether your mom is in your life or not, that you have a lovely day otherwise and if this isn't your cup of tea, I hope there's something else that can entertain you today. <3

If you'd like my thoughts on other OP men as dads (Shanks, Kid, Usopp, etc.), please just ask and I'll give an answer! I'll include Luffy in this despite my viewing him as a son or brother, but it probably won't be x Reader based. Requests are being worked on as well.

I am using baby Ace image to break up this and the actual content from now on lol. He's just so cute. 🥺

Ace is going to go all out for your first Mother’s Day. He’s buying flowers, candies, and cards, all from him and your daughter. Even if you tell him you don’t want anything except a quiet day at home with the two of them, he’s buying you gifts.

He’ll likely buy you a bracelet with your daughter’s name on it, or maybe a charm bracelet with her birthstone, so you can add any more in the future if/when you have more children. Ace will try to make you breakfast in bed, but he ends up burning the bacon to the point your smoke alarm goes off, and you have to open all the windows to air out the house the rest of the day (at least it’s a nice day out). He orders out breakfast from a nearby diner to make sure you have something that morning, he’ll even try to take your daughter out for a walk or to Luffy and Sabo’s place for the day to give you a break, but you insist on going along.

“You should have the day off though!”

“Ace, I don’t want a day off. Rogue is only three month’s old, and I’d much rather spend the day with you and her than alone. That’s not a fun Mother’s Day to me.”

The three of you end up at Luffy and Sabo’s place, the two uncles absolutely adoring their niece as she coos and lets them hold her without any crying or fussing. When you get home later that night, Ace watches you get Rogue ready for bed. He knew from the start that you would be a great mother, and sometimes, he just wishes his own mother was around to see it, and to meet her granddaughter.

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Law has a plan that gets thrown off when your son decides to be born a week earlier than expected, on Mother’s Day itself. He still tries to do something for you, even though the original plan of taking you out for brunch and giving you a quiet day at home while you waited for your baby to be born was now out the window. He should’ve known, ever since he met Luffy all his plans go haywire at some point. At least it led to you two meeting eventually.

Once you’ve gone to sleep and your son Rosi is in the nursery at the hospital, Law slips out to quickly put something together. He has a gift for you, a mother’s ring that will fit into your wedding band, he just needs flowers, or chocolate, or something to add to it. He doesn’t really like to be cliché, but he ends up with flowers, at least they’re something pretty you can have in your hospital room and when you’re released to take your baby boy home.

The girl in the hospital gift shops tells him he looks happy, even if Law doesn’t really show it. She swears it’s just something in the way he speaks while he asks her to pull together a small bouquet for you. He is happy, beyond that actually, knowing you two have a son, you both are healthy and safe. He has a family again, his very own. The flowers and ring aren’t enough to convey his gratitude to you for giving him a family to call his own, but it’s a start. There will be plenty more times for him to do so in the future.

When Law gets back to your room, you’re awake again and in the middle of nursing your son, a nurse helping you when you need it. She notices the flowers he’s brought and leaves you both with a smile, saying she’ll come back in a few minutes.

“Where’d you get off to?”

“Had to get something,” Law comes over and presses a kiss to your forehead, giving you a smile, “Happy Mother’s Day.”

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Penguin has thought of what to do every day since your daughter Wren was born. He’s come up with multiple ways to celebrate your first Mother’s Day, but nothing seems just right to him. He’s thought of brunch, breakfast in bed, giving you a day out with your friends while he watches your daughter, or even a weekend trip away, leaving your baby with her grandparents, but nothing works out. Restaurants and diners he calls are all booked up already, you hate eating in bed because of crumbs, your friends all had plans either with their own mothers or their spouses and kids, and your own parents were out of town for the next two weeks.

He ends up with no real plans for the day and feels terrible about it as it approaches. Its going to be another normal Sunday for the three of you, he hates the idea of that because it’s your first Mother’s Day, it should be special, shouldn’t it?

When the day finally comes around, Penguin is up first, hearing Wren’s little babbles through the baby monitor, and going to pick her up. At nine-months-old she’s figured out how to stand up on her own, still no steps being taken by herself, but when she sees Penguin enter the nursery, she grins and starts bouncing up and down, holding the rail of her crib and shouting “da” over and over. It makes Penguin smile as he picks her up, kissing her chubby cheek which makes her squeal.

“Good morning, Wren! Let’s keep quiet, mommy’s still asleep, okay?”

“Da!”

He laughs a bit, lifting her up over his head to make her giggle again, as she reaches her little hands towards his face.

“You know…a great gift would be for you to say ‘mama’ for the first time, yeah?”

“Ma?”

“Yeah, you’re close! Now, just say ‘mama’.”

Wren sticks her tongue out while she tries to speak, Penguin helping her along for several minutes until she finally says something close to ‘mama’.

“Mm…ma.”

Penguin sighs a bit, but nods as he brings Wren down and kisses her cheek again, making her giggle as she wraps her arms around his neck.

“You two sure have been having fun.”

Both look to you in the doorway, no shortage of smiles among the three of you, as Wren lights up and starts to reach for you, trying to say she wants you to hold her. You both take just a moment too long to get her to you, and it makes her fuss and kick her legs a bit.

“Ma…ma!”

You didn’t even get her in your arms, you and Penguin both freezing in place for a moment while Wren continues to fuss and whine, almost in tears since you haven’t held her yet.

“Mama!”

“I—”

“Her first word!!” You quickly take Wren from Penguin and hug her close, kissing her cheeks and forehead telling her how proud you are of your little girl. “This is the best Mother’s Day gift!”

At least that worked out, even if he didn’t have a plan in mind.

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Sanji wouldn’t have waited nearly a year to celebrate you as a mother if you hadn’t forced him to. With fraternal twins to now take care of and raise, you’ve both been through bouts of exhaustion and elation over the two babies you brought into the world. Sora and Angel, your precious blessings, were nearly a year old, and you’d already started planning a birthday party for them, completely ignoring the fact Mother’s Day was a few weeks prior to their turning one-year-old.

Sanji didn’t forget, he had a plan, one that included your twins scribbling away to make cards for you, though he didn’t expect the two to be so fussy about it and mark each other up more than the papers. He learned very quickly to not give babies or toddlers markers, unless they were washable. You still don’t fully realize how Sora ended up with a bright green mark over his right eye and Angel had a hot pink line down her left arm.

The rest was simple, breakfast in bed, made by your professional chef husband of course, and whatever else you wanted for the rest of the day. If you want to lay in bed and watch TV without interruption, he’d put your twins in the stroller and take them to the park. If you wanted to turn your phone off and sleep the day away, he’d take over and leave you alone until you needed anything. Whatever you want, it’s a day to celebrate you as the mother of his children, he wasn’t going to deny you anything.

But when you do tell him what you want, after finishing off breakfast, Sanji’s a bit surprised.

“Are you…sure?”

“Mm-hm,” you nod and try to keep Sora from grabbing the butter knife on the tray, making him whine while Angel slept in Sanji’s arms, “I want to spend the day with the three of you.”

“You…do that every day though, my love.”

“So?” smiling, you kiss the top of Sora’s head and watch Angel as she starts to stir awake, rubbing her eyes with her tiny hands, “You guys are my family. I hate the idea of not being with the three of you today, so I’d rather just spend it like we always do.”

Sanji nods a bit, seeming to understand, greeting Angel when she wakes up fully with a kiss to the forehead. It makes you happy to watch him with both your children, but especially your daughter. How could he ever think you’d want to spend the day alone? Not when you had these two blessings as your children and Sanji as your husband.

“We could still take these two to the park later, maybe burn off some energy so they nap at a decent time.”

“Of course! Whatever you want, my love.”

~~

Zoro doesn’t even fully realize that its Mother’s Day until Nami says something to him. The past few weeks with your son have been exhausting for both of you, but he can’t believe he forgot that this was a thing. He has nothing planned and isn’t sure what to do. He’s running out of time, it’s literally just a few hours away before Nami offers to take you out for the day wherever the Sunny docks in the morning. Zoro will stay with your son on the ship, and you’ll get a day off from being a mom and wife, the two think it’s the best thing to give you on such short notice, though Nami does up the interest on his debt again for this.

You don’t even get to say good morning to your husband or son before Nami has dragged you off to whatever she has planned, its really just a normal girl’s day out with shopping and lunch. Most of what you buy isn’t even for you, it’s baby items that you need or clothes you think are adorable. It just ended up making you miss your son more as the day went on.

When you do get back to the ship, your son is wailing and no one has been able to calm him down, not even Zoro while he tries his hardest and lightly bounces your baby as he shushes him gently. As soon as you drop your bags you’re taking him from your husband and holding him close to calm him down.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, mommy’s here, Keitaro. I’m back.”

He slowly calms down once he realizes its you, burying his little face in your shoulder and keeping a tight grip on your shirt. When you ask Zoro what the deal was with Nami dragging you off the ship so early, before you even had the chance to hold Keitaro that day, he explains the situation and it just makes you tilt your head.

“…it’s Mother’s Day?”

You hadn’t even realized it. That just makes Zoro feel bad that it caused your son such distress, and he and Nami both apologize for not talking to you about it beforehand. They both assumed the other had discussed it with you. You didn’t really care to celebrate, all that mattered was being with your husband and son, the rest of your day spent with just the two of them.

Note 2: Out here dropping names like I didn't say I'd make a post about that at some point lol. So, the firstborns in order of character are Portgas D. Rogue, Trafalgar D. Rosinante (called Rosi cause it's too damn cute), Wren, Sora and Angel, and Roronoa Keitaro.

[2-dsimp]

When zexius come I will get him kisses 💋 😘

Yandere Hikikomori x princess reader

Tw: fluff, yandere platonic mother, possibly the whole family turning yandere after you meet them. Zexius being the proud disappointment of the family. Family banter,

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There the hikikomori was hunched over obsessively over a fancy piece of parchment paper from yours truly.

Your beloved husband to be, had his eyeballs repeatedly flickering across that one line of you promising him the chance to smooch those plump lips of yours.

His face flushed, chest heaving from breathing erratically, and lastly a wide smile one might call derange present upon his chapped lips. Gods he looked like he was on a sugar high, until he was smacked out of it.

“What have I told you about standing around looking like a creep up to no good?!“ A pained choked gasp escaped him, rubbing at the back of his head. Throwing a withering glare towards his brute of a mother responsible for his incoming head concussion.

“Yeowch! What’s the big deal ma? I can’t be out around the house being happy or somethin?” Zexius complained, with a small scowl on his lips, it was rare seeing him outside of his bedroom for once. He’d only go outside to fish out your letters, he subscribed to expensive premium Instamail for the fastest delivery.

His mother merely shook her head snatching the letter from his grasp. Practically ignoring her no good lazy son’s whining, “You can be happy, but don’t go scarin your poor younger brothers, you’re supposed to set an example as the eldest Zexi”

The NEET immediately gave the three twerps the stink eye. They were being nosy peeking around the corner. His scowl growing even deeper seeing the mixed looks they gave him.

Wagam of shock not believing that you still saw something in his rat coded big brother. Yeon of amusement for him being reprimanded by their mother as usual. And Ueul with down right disgust at seeing him smile.

“Also If that face you made is what you call happy, then that means I need pray harder for you to not lose my daughter-in-law.” Mooni quipped shuddering remembering that she too almost got a heart attack seeing. Her son looking like a patient that just escaped a psych ward.

“I hate all of you—“ Zexius’s curse was interrupted by his mother’s elated cry. Her eyes sparkling when she saw the sender was from her future daughter-in-law. She squealed and hopped for joy clicking her heels as she called for her husband. “Darling! Come look at this that sweet princess hasn’t come to their senses dumped our son yet after all! We’ve yet hope for grandbabies in the future! Get the expensive wine out.”

“Righty-O sweetheart!” Jakeo hummed, coming up out of nowhere placing a hand upon his sons shoulder. Watching his wife frolic around doing a praise dance for the lord. “seriously it’s a miracle they’re still into you son.” He then leaned in to whisper in a conspiratorial manner, words filled with caution. “Let’s try to keep it that way alright, for all of our sakes. Lord knows what your mother would do…. She’s already planning family trips with the princess.”

“Right, got it Dad thanks for the heads up” Zexius shivered, sure he lived a moto of giving no fucks but he’d rather not piss off the strongest woman in his life. Especially when she’s still in her prime as the head adventurer within the family.

Though the NEET can’t deny how excited he is to show his princess off to the whole world once he’s finally got you in his clutches.

[mrspiastri]

I would like to request a desi girl x lewis fic

✩ desi munda 🪅

pairing: lewis hamilton x desi!reader

cw: fluff, lewis being a bit negative etc etc

wc: 2k words

an: thanks anon, hope u like my first lewis fic!

“The last time I felt like this before a race was probably in 2008. It’s madness,” Lewis lamented in his driver’s room as he put on his fireproofs, getting ready to review the final data before hopping into the car.

“Well, it probably has to do with the fact that you’re racing in India after more than a decade. Unfamiliar track and all that jazz,” Y/N responded from where she was seated on the couch, filing her nails and adding the final touches to her makeup.

“I think it might be more because my gorgeous girlfriend won’t even look at my face,” he commented with a slight grin as he shimmied into his race suit.

She playfully rolled her eyes, snapping her compact mirror shut and stuffing it into her purse before looking at him. “There, now I’m all yours.” She smiled up at him as he walked across the room, towering over her.

“I think you’ve got a lot of pressure on you today, and not just from Fred and the team,” Y/N stated, making Lewis groan before plopping down next to her on the couch in a less-than-graceful manner.

“If you’re talking about your family, then yes, it’s probably that. I think I saw all your cousins and your aunts in the first three rows of the grandstands,” he muttered pitifully, pushing his face into the crook of her neck. She took pity on him, wrapping her arms around him as he continued ranting.

“I know they’re excited to see their future son-in-law doing what he does best—” Y/N let out an incredulous grunt at this—“but this is INSANE! I might die of stress, honestly.”

She laughed at him before holding his chin and making him look up at her. “You’re going to do wonderful, Lew. You don’t need to prove yourself to anyone. They all know you’re the best damn driver on the grid; they’re just excited to see you in your element.”

“But if I don’t win, they’re going to think I’m useless. A washed-up, no-good idiot who can’t even win a stupid race,” he sighed, slumping further down, letting his negative thoughts take over.

Y/N sat up straighter at this. “I know you’re not talking about yourself like that. Lewis, you are an amazing driver, and you know that very well,” she said firmly, leaving no room for hesitation.

“Besides, my whole family loves you! You could come dead fucking last, and they’d still cheer. Hell, you could DNF, and they’d cheer as you brought your car into the pits to retire from the race.”

Lewis let out a dry laugh at that. He couldn’t exactly deny it.

“I just... I don’t want them to think I’m a loser. I want them to see me as a part of their family—as your future husband. If they see me lose, they’ll think I’m not good enough for you,” he finally admitted, revealing what had been weighing on him ever since Y/N told him her family would be attending the race.

Y/N was silent, emotions warring inside her. On one hand, she was shocked he thought so lowly of himself and his reputation in front of her family. But on the other hand, the fact that he had thought so far ahead about their future made her want to grab his face and kiss him until he forgot every single doubt in his head.

“Lew, I promise you—whatever happens today won’t change their perception of you. To them, you are the coolest, most enigmatic person ever. And you’re definitely the best catch out of all the other partners my family members have brought home. I mean, come on, who can beat a seven-time Formula One World Champion?”

A knock at the door interrupted them, a staff member reminding Lewis that he had to check the final corrections made to the car after qualifying before the formation lap started in 15 minutes.

“I’ll meet my parents in the garage; you go on ahead,” she said, standing up and adjusting the red dress she wore, showing her full support for the Ferrari driver.

Lewis got into the car, checking if the throttle and steering were working fine. “Seems good. Wanna start the lap?” he asked his engineers, receiving an affirmative response.

Y/N leaned down and kissed his cheek, leaving a red lipstick mark on his skin. “A kiss for good luck—and to remove the stupid thoughts in your head.”

“I was hoping for a proper one,” Lewis playfully pouted up at her.

“That’s for after the race. You gotta have something to look forward to, na?”

He simply laughed before putting on his helmet. The sound of his car revving up echoed in the garage as he exited. Y/N, meanwhile, made her way to the back where her parents waited for her, smiling at the conversation she had just had with Lewis.

“He seems stressed, hope it doesn’t affect his performance.” her dad pointed out, making her sigh in worry.

“He is. Honestly, he’s more worried about disappointing the family than he is about losing,” she confided.

“I hope you told him he’s crazy for even thinking that,” her mother gasped.

Y/N winked while putting her headphones on. “You know it.”

🪺🪺🪺

It was the final lap of the race. Lewis had overtaken Max at the start of lap 37, after tailing him for more than half of the race. In the Ferrari garage, tensions were high, with both drivers in podium positions.

As the checkered flag waved, Lewis soared past it, clinching victory in front of his girlfriend’s home crowd and further cementing Ferrari’s Constructors’ Championship title contention.

The announcers’ voices boomed throughout the grandstands, the crowd erupting into cheers. Everyone at the Ferrari garage ran out to celebrate with Lewis and Charles in parc fermé, the latter having placed third. Y/N and her parents were escorted to where the podium finishers had gathered their cars.

Lewis stood on his car, bowing to the roaring fans with his palms pressed together in a namaste pose—just like she had taught him.

The team cheered him and Charles on, with pats on the back and massive hugs. Lewis was all smiles, scanning the crowd until his eyes found Y/N, waving at him from behind the barriers.

He ran up to her, lifting her off the ground in the biggest hug he could manage without hoisting her over the barrier. She hugged him tighter, his helmet getting in the way.

He pulled it off, handing it to a team member before pulling her in again. “Now, about that kiss you mentioned earlier...” he grinned.

“You’re impossible!” Y/N laughed, playfully pushing his chest.

“Good thing you love it.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t let him suffer for long. She leaned in, closing the distance between them. Her lips met his in a kiss that was slow and lingering, as if they wanted to memorize the feel of each other. His hand slid to the nape of her neck, fingers threading into her hair, while his other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

She melted into him, gripping the front of his race suit, anchoring herself in his warmth.

The crowds, the cheers, the cameras—it all faded into the background.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, their foreheads rested together, the air between them thick with unspoken words.

She let out a soft, breathy laugh. “I forgot we were in public for a second.”

He chuckled, fingers tracing her back. “Me too. Hope your dad doesn’t beat the shit out of me.”

Her parents decided to turn a blind eye to the couple, instead focusing on congratulating Lewis on his win. However, he couldn’t help but notice her father slapping his back just a little harder than necessary, a certain look in his eye that made Lewis straighten up.

🪺🪺🪺

Later, in the Ferrari hospitality, Y/N groaned as Lewis reached for her.

“Please shower! The champagne and sweat combined make me want to puke.”

Lewis, of course, ignored this, chasing her around until he finally caught her in his grasp—sweat, champagne, and all.

“You’re so disgusting. I just washed my hair, yaar.”

Her smirk, however, gave her away.

“Well, Lewis,” her cousin quipped, “you’ve definitely earned your spot in the family now.”

Lewis grinned. “Well, I’d hope so. It was very nice of you all to come out today—really motivated me. And scared the living shit out of me.”

The whole room burst into laughter. Her father cleared his throat, eyeing the two of them. “You’ve done well today, beta. You’ve got speed, skill, and determination—but most importantly, you make my daughter happy.

Lewis straightened slightly, sensing the weight of the moment. “That means the world to me, sir.”

Her father studied him for a beat before nodding approvingly. “Good. Now go shower before you suffocate us with that champagne stench.”

The room erupted into laughter, and Y/N rolled her eyes fondly. “I told you.” Lewis laughed, pressing a quick kiss to Y/N’s temple before heading off. “I’ll be back—don’t have too much fun without me.”

🪺🪺🪺

The afterparty was in full swing by the time Lewis and Y/N arrived. The upscale venue was buzzing with energy—team members, rival drivers, and VIP guests mingled over glasses of champagne, the hum of conversations blending seamlessly with the music playing overhead.

The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, celebratory drinks, and the undeniable electricity of victory.

When the doors opened, all heads instinctively turned toward the couple making their entrance.

Lewis Hamilton, still glowing from his win, walked in with Y/N by his side, her right arm slotted in the crook oh his left one. They were well dressed as always — Lewis in a well-fitted, deep blue kurta, a nod to Y/N’s heritage, and Y/N in a breathtaking red saree that shimmered under the golden lights. The rich fabric draped over her in a way that left little to the imagination, her bangles softly jingling as she adjusted her hold on his arm.

“Well, don’t we look like a power couple?" Charles teased, raising his glass as they approached.

Y/N smirked. "You’re just jealous, Charlie."

“Of the matching outfits or the fact that you two have already stolen all the attention?" Carlos chimed in with a grin.

Lewis chuckled, placing a protective hand on the small of Y/N’s back. "Can’t blame them. My girl does clean up pretty damn well."

Y/N turned to him, eyes dancing with amusement. "Only fair, considering I dressed you."

Lewis leaned in slightly, voice low and teasing. "And here I thought I was doing you a favor by looking this good." She rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it. Instead, she tugged him toward the bar.

"Come on, Mr. Race Winner, let’s get you a drink before you get too cocky." The bartender barely had a chance to ask before Charles called out, "A whiskey for the champion and—Y/N, what are you drinking?"

"White wine," she replied.

Lewis took the glass from the bartender and handed it to her before raising his own in a silent toast. "To surviving your family’s initiation," he joked.

She laughed softly, clinking her glass against his. "Oh, you’re not done yet. This is just the beginning. But let’s talk about that later, because the only thing I’m focusing on is how good you look in this kurta.”

He laughed, “Well you’re the one who said I should wear this instead of the red one I wanted to go with.”

“It’s called contrast, and we’re pulling it off well. Besides, you look much more handsome in this, like a proper desi munda.

Lewis narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "That sounds both adorable and terrifying. Should I be worried?"

Y/N smirked, "Don’t worry about it.”

Before he could question her, the music shifted to something slower, more sultry, and Lewis took that as his cue. Handing his glass to Carlos, he turned to Y/N with a familiar glint in his eye.

"May I have this dance?" Y/N raised an eyebrow. "You? Dancing at a public event?"

Lewis smirked, pulling her toward him without waiting for an answer. "For you? Always."

And just like that, in the middle of the celebration, the world shrank down to just the two of them—spinning, laughing, and getting lost in each other, a champion on the track and in love.

never written for lewis before so hope this is nice anon. honestly not very proud of this one but like fuck it we ball <4

[laura1633]

Here are all the lovely fics , I would be so grateful if you could give these fics a read and leave some nice comments for the authors who took the time to write them. 💕

It's been a great gun fight (You drew blood, I set myself on fire) by LeonSolo There will be one religion in Italy, Charles Leclerc. On his knees, he will pray to a God he was supposed to kill.

Red Light at Dawn by LuciThornz Five months ago Max was kidnapped by pirates. Miraculously he was found safe, and now his father has arranged for him to start courting the Governor’s son. But it’s not that simple, Max hasn’t told anyone the whole story of what happened at sea, getting captured was never part of the plan, neither was falling in love. Now Max has a plan to get back on the open ocean and find the pirate he fell in love with before it’s too late. The funny thing about plans is they never do go smoothly.

The Tortured Driver's Department by Shadow_reads Prompt Fill for Lestappen Birthday Challenge:  Charles said he'd love to have his own F1 team in the future, and Max already has Verstappen.com. Max is also experienced and is most suited to being a team principal. Their shared retirement arc is where they own a team together: Charles handles the press conferences and media, while Max focuses on the data and strategy.

Forever Love by stealmysunshine Charles isn’t going to wait around for Max to pop the question. Who says that there is a preordained question popper? There are two people in this relationship and Charles has every right to show Max just how precious he is and make him feel loved.

(k)not in public by bananasomg When Max accidentally invites friends to tag along on his and Charles' holiday to Greece (which Charles has coined their mating oasis trip), Charles isn't phased, and Max is easily convinced. Hallowed Ground by crimsonmidnight When an FIA racing law forces Omega Charles to take part in a mandatory mating hunt after getting the Sauber seat, Alpha Max vows to do everything it takes to claim him as his own.

The Wait Is Worth It by crimsonmidnight Max Verstappen's adventures in purchasing a fucking machine and using it when Charles gets an attitude.

Sutures by jadesaturn After years of grueling battles, academic rivals Max and Charles part ways upon graduating from medical school until they meet again as surgical interns at the same hospital. Their age-old feud continues, as expected. Grey’s Anatomy Enemies to Lovers but make it Formula 1.

A taste of the divine by (anonymous on ao3) female!Charles ends up losing her virginity to Max and he is going through it.

i'd wanna hold you (just for a while) by Kashoot Charles doesn't normally want to regress, choosing to ignore his needs in favor of keeping busy with all his other obligations. "I'm a racing driver, Max, not a baby!" Max knows better.

Preloved by LaurawritingF1 After getting caught up in another scandal, Charles, the crown prince of Monaco, is sent to an 'Omega Establishment' to find himself an omega in the hopes it will settle him down. Charles is not at all interested in picking out a pretty housewife for himself and is intending to return home empty handed until he meets Max, an omega housed up in the 'Preloved' section of the establishment and clutching hold of his pup tightly.

Everything Changes, Yet Nothing Does by Shadow_Reads The sun was setting over Monaco, casting a warm golden glow over the city. The gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore provided a serene backdrop, contrasting with the turbulent emotions swirling within Charles. Tonight was the night he would ask Max to spend the rest of their lives together.

how you get the boy(s) by amelielacy In which world-famous streamer Max falls in love with artsy single dad Charles.

Hunting Love by himmywimmy Charles becomes an unwilling participant in the pack’s annual mating run and to protect himself, he asks his alpha friend, Carlos, to catch him. But as the night of the mating run unfolds, another alpha seemed to be on the hunt for him.

5 moments of chaos and +1 moment of peace by LaurawritingF1 Charles and Max are retired and dealing with the chaos of looking after their children during the summer vacation. Jimmy, Sassy and Leo also make appearances. Them the breaks, they don’t come gently by imamessofawriter “They just announced that Charles is retiring.” Charles suddenly announces his retirement and then appears to disappear completely.

[hrizantemy]

Okay, since me and @wingsdippedingold talk about Rhysand’s sister a lot, I need to get this off my chest—I genuinely cannot imagine her and their mother having a good relationship.

And before y’all come for me with the “Oh well—” SHUT UP. It’s a thought, and there’s some actual evidence to back it up.

• First of all, this woman put her future daughter-in-law’s ring in the Weaver’s cottage like “yeah, you have to almost die to deserve my son.” 😭

• She was fine with her son and his friend literally beating on Azriel (still hate him btw) and then bringing him home.

• She made dresses for Feyre before ever meeting her and was out here sexualizing her. Like ma’am??? Let the girl breathe???

• And I’m supposed to believe she paid any attention to her actual daughter? Be serious. She is the most “boy mom” of boy moms.

Rhysand’s sister was probably out there fighting for her life for attention while their mom was too busy obsessing over her golden child and his future wife.

And THIS is why I will continue my propaganda that Rhysand’s father and sister were in a toxic relationship (don’t make it weird, you creeps 😭).

Like, just imagine it—Rhysand was his mother’s pride and joy, her golden boy, her everything. Meanwhile, his sister? She was her father’s gem.

• Rhysand’s father saw his son as a disappointment, someone too soft, too weak, not the warrior he wanted. But his daughter? Maybe she had the ambition, the fire, the ruthlessness he respected.

• And since she couldn’t get a crumb of attention from her mother (because boy mom energy was STRONG), she went to the next worst option—the father who actually acknowledged her.

Is this messy? Absolutely. Is it plausible? YES. And I will not stop pushing this agenda until we get more info.

[misc-obeyme]

Can I request a drabble.

Diavolo finds Barbatos and reader son from the future.  So he rush off to to show reader her son . She is just super confused of what happening.  All she knows is Diavolo drag her out of class and shove a kid in her face. Saying reader meet your cute son. Now she skipping class to babysitting her kid from the future with Barbatos.

Hiiii anon. Here I finally am, a whole six months after you sent this request... hopefully you're still around to read it!

I'm not much good at writing about kids, but I did my best. It got super cheese at the end, but that's also kinda my style.

I didn't use any gendered terms, so I think this could successfully be read as a gender neutral MC. And however this kid came about is up for interpretation lol. Also I made up whatever about time powers to suit my needs, don't look at that part too closely, okay thanks.

Barbatos x GN!MC

Warnings: MC & Barbatos have a son, as per the request, but that is all!

Diavolo blinked in astonishment at the small child before him. He was just a little guy, barely walking. He had toddled out of a time portal, which he seemed to have created himself. He looked up at Diavolo, grinned widely, and stretched up his hands.

"Diaaa~" he said in a small almost sing song voice. He made grabbing motions with his hands.

Diavolo looked around, as if there was anyone else that the child could be referring to. Then he leaned down. "Me?"

"Dia!" the child squeaked, jumping a little to emphasize his point.

Diavolo straightened. "Where did you come from?"

The child continued to make grabby hands at him and that's when he saw it - a tail.

That tail looked really familiar. In fact, now that Diavolo was over his initial shock, he thought this child looked very familiar in general.

And then it hit him. This little boy looked exactly like you, except for the tail. That tail was all Barbatos.

Diavolo clasped his hands together in glee and he couldn't suppress a grin. "Oh you must have inherited Barbatos's time powers! I have to show MC!"

Diavolo scooped up the boy, who seemed to be absolutely thrilled about this new development. He laughed happily in Diavolo's arms as the next demon king made his way through the halls of RAD where he knew you were in class. This was a special occasion, so he didn't feel the least bit of hesitation about pulling you away from your lecture on Devildom Law.

You frowned at him as you came out into the hallway at his request. "What's going on, Lord Diavolo? Is something wrong?"

Diavolo held the little boy up at your eye level. "Look, MC! Isn't he adorable?"

The little boy giggled and waved his chubby hands at you.

"Um, yeah, he's cute, but who is he?" you asked, completely baffled.

Diavolo pulled him back to give you a funny look. "Can't you tell? He looks just like you! But see - he has Barbatos's tail."

Diavolo lifted him a little so you could see the tail swishing back and forth. It was indeed an exact replica of Barbatos's, but much smaller.

You blinked. "I still don't understand."

Diavolo grinned happily. "He showed up out of nowhere in the RAD council room! I think he must have accidentally gone back in time. As the son of Barbatos, he would have inherited that particular ability."

The reality of this situation suddenly washed over you and you blushed. "Wait," you said. "You're saying this is… my son? With Barbatos?"

"I'm pretty sure, yes!" Diavolo said joyously, seemingly oblivious to your state of embarrassment.

Just how far into the future was this kid from? You and Barbatos had an interesting relationship, but you weren't even dating. You certainly had a crush on him and he seemed to be perfectly aware of it considering how much he teased you. But you were years away from children.

Diavolo put the boy in your arms. "You have to take him now, though. We have to send him back to his time and for that we'll need Barbatos. I think he's in the home economics classroom. You can entertain the little guy while I go explain things, right?"

Diavolo didn't wait for your response and he was already halfway down the hall by the time you figured out what he'd even said.

"You want me to babysit my own kid from the future?" you asked.

The little boy in your arms giggled before laying his head on your shoulder, seemingly content to be there with you. He seemed to know you by feel and your heart melted entirely.

"Well, okay," you said softly, rocking him a little and holding his chubby hand. His tail wrapped around your wrist. "But when you get back, you better tell your dad to keep a better eye on you."

Your son yawned as he became comfortable on your shoulder. He had been through plenty of excitement already, so it was no surprise to you when he drifted off. Fortunately, you were only there for a short time before you saw Barbatos hurrying down the hallway with Diavolo behind him. He stopped short when he saw you.

You watched as Barbatos took in the sight before him - you standing there with your son sleeping on your shoulder, his little tail just like his father's wrapped around your wrist. You smiled at him gently over your son's head. Barbatos rarely gave away his emotions, but if you didn't know better, you might have mistaken the softness in his eyes for tears.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[darkangel11122]

Imagine you are a scientific minded king seeking to create the perfect weapons. Which you like to think you did in a way, they aren’t perhaps what the world government is looking for but they serve you well. All but 003 that is, it was the only true failure in your quest as far as you were concerned, you were almost glad when it ran away, even happier when you hired the ship it got in and ran aground. At least until you needed it then you wished you never let it leave as it finally had some use to you. Though it didn’t end well at all as apparently  it made “freinds” and the deal you struck was just a way to kill you and experiments, as well as get your technology for themselves. You left to lick your wounds as it were and continue on as if it never happened in some sense. 

Ever since though you’ve had this impending sense of doom that clouds your mind when things are quiet. Especially after the show 003’s captain put on against kido and big mom. The world’s top minds now mumbling words of  the drums of liberation beating once again, that ‘joy boy’ had returned. Which had set a lot of people’s teeth on edge. you're not too worried though, your perfect weapons will be able to handle him should this joy boy come to your shore. You’re not worried at all which is apparently unnerving to many when you say as much. Apparently this word of your lack of worry stretches far given the call you get 6 or so months after that attempted attack disguised as a way to permanently get rid of your failed experiment. 

The snail in your office rang loud late into the night after being quiet for a long time. Who could be calling you at his hour an interesting mystery, so you answer. It’s an ex-warlord, the greatest swordsman in The world since you hadn’t sent 004 or 002 to dethrone him, which they could. Why he's calling you is a mystery, as is how he got your personal number. 

“How did you get this number?”

 “That is of no concern to you, I have a message to deliver and should I go in person I risk handling something that is not mine to handle. I would say you would understand that kind of paternal care but I doubt you're smart enough to understand that.” 

His chiding makes you snarl at him, hissing words about sending one your experiment to dethrone him. All he does is laugh at you. 

“My message for you is this, while your life is not in my hands, at least at the moment. Should you think to come near the Bareite it would not just be the straw hats that meet you.” 

“And why do you care what happens to some drive bar?”

“I like the food.” 

“You can’t threaten me and get away with it!”

He laughs at you more, acting like you just said the Funniest joke ever. “Get away with it? I killed Don Kerige for interrupting my nap, I wasn’t a war lord because my parents were. As I said your head is not mine to take at this moment, though that can change if you wish. I can deal with a disappointed son, it’s the future son in law's upset I'm more worried about. Nevertheless keep your grubby mitts to yourself and it’s not my blade that meets your neck. “ 

He then hangs up and leaves you to deal with the aftermath. The swordsman’s threat does surve to keep you away from the dive more so than you already planned to. It’s not the last of that weird sense of impending doom that takes hold of your mind in the dead of night. 

After that call you notice 0000 and 0001 are acting strange. Not completely strange but at times you swear the two of them are talking when you’re not around and quickly stopping when you come near by. They both are acting a bit more disobedient to your commands, not so much saying no but more like they’re thinking about what you're saying. It of course stops after a few months, acting like they almost don’t want to follow your directions. The whispering you think your kind of hearing doesn’t though since you're not actually hearing what’s said it’s hard to say it’s them. Then it seems this little pausing is doing as their told passed to 0002 a month after 0000 and 0001 stop. Which continues for the same amount of time, a couple months, before he falls back in line. The talking you swear your hearing gets worse though, now three voices Instead of two, and then Bumping up for 4 shortly after 0002 falls in line once again. 0004 is more blatant about his disobedience. Actually talking back once though after a moment doing as he’s told like the others. You choose to blame 0003’s brief interaction with them causing this anomaly in them. Though it seems that it’s short and since they act normal, it’s like they’re immunizing themselves to its glitch. Which you're very glad about. As you're not Julius Caesar, and it’s not the ides of March, you're not worried in the slightest. 

You do worry a bit when you capture a devil fruit user, who appears to have some kind of fortune telling ability. Though it’s only in Riddles and puzzles so it’s not all that useful to you in all honesty. It’s good to have a new test subject though to further the understanding of devil fruits and how to make them at the very least. 

You don’t enjoy interacting with them from the jump though, all They do is laugh at you and spout off some nonsense at you that does little to soothe your nerves with the voices you're hearing at times now. It creates something very unsettling in the back of your mind that you do not like. 

As for the nonsense they say to you was something about what’s coming for you. It’s also the same thing you do over and over again too. ‘Green is your color! It’s green that you will see when the time comes. You’re lucks about run out, kindness given by hands not your will finally run out. None of that shall you find in the end, kind hand will not find you nor your body once your spirit is gone. All they shall remind  of you will be letters, and an awful step back for the land of germa. No sons or daughters to mourn, no, only tears of joy shall come. Wedding bells, not the ones before but true wedding bells start the clock. Babes and blades, yes a babe brings a blade. Mothers anger, earth and sky turn to you, earth more than sky. Sky, she does not weep for you, no not for you but for her children. Unstoppable shall be your karma the best at its craft, king of hell it shall bring but a straight line through is its favorite.’ They pause to laugh loud and long,’ oh how you beg! Beg and plead all you wish, come he still does, unchanged by your begging, laugh at it he does. Seeing the punchline to the joke you do not see nor will ever get. Offer him all you can what he wants you can not give, as peace is not something you can bring. Not even your death will bring it, they know this but the weight will perhaps be lessened. I hope he finds peace, after all he’s been through. ‘ After that they finally shut up, at least for the rest of the time you're around them. 

They managed to escape one night a few months after catching them. How you don’t know and none of your experiments know either. The whispering only grows louder like the voices could care less if you can hear them as time goes on. One sounds almost like the vessel that gave birth to your experiments, but that would be insane and impossible. You would get it checked out but that would be a weakness that could be exploited so best to keep it to yourself. 

The world changes quickly once the famed straw hat becomes pirate king. More than a few weddings happen in the aftermath. Not that you're worried about it, they would be crazy. That nonsense obviously meant 0004 getting married will bring your doom or whatever and since he can’t think for himself he never will. Which means you’re completely safe and all that the devil fruit user said was not going to happen. 

You live in arguable peace for the next few years. The change the world is under is not yet reaching you not for lack of trying of course but you're smarter than those idiots who ran the world government when it was still around. Your experiments keep trying to get a plan of action from you though, to keep the change away but unfortunately you're running out of places to hide and plans. Which it also or seems they sense given how amused they seem when you flounder , but they don’t have emotions so obviously that’s a trick of the light or something. 

Your throne room is in way your respite from it all. Your lab anymore holds too much that makes our mind race in ways you do not like. It’s so perfect you don’t hear the sounds of battle ranging just outside your doors, until it’s too late. 

The large doors crack and splinter to a near fine powder before they can even hit the floor. In their wake stands a lone man, a sword in his teeth and one in each hand. You call for your children but they don’t come, you can see they’re shadows in the hallway but they don’t move an inch as you call for them. Nor do the guards, thigh given the blood on all the blades they can be assumed to be dead. 

To your luck  the green haired man sheaths his three blades. Standing tall and unmoving just past the threshold of the door he dusted.  

“You were easy to find.”

“Who are you?!” 

“You don’t know who I am? Really keep your head in the sand haven’t you. I’m the world’s greatest swordsman. One of the wings or the pirate king. Your executioner.” 

“Didn’t think pirates moon lit as would be hit men.” 

“Eh this is personal, I made an exception.”

“Whatever they’re paying you I’ll double it.” 

“He’s not paying me, don’t really want money anyway,”

“Women then, power.” 

“Don’t need a woman, and I’ve got all the power I want already.”

“Then name your price!”

“I want him to be able to sleep at night without a nightmare, not wake up shaking. I want him to not flinch at a check up. I want him to be able to live without worry that you’ll come for him again, that our kid will be your next target, that he’ll somehow end up being like you. That’s my price.” 

“I can’t possibly give you that!” ‘He’, the ‘he’ this man must be talking about, has to be Sanji. You can’t give him that, you can undo what you did, you can’t change the past, you don't have that ability. No one does, but he must know that, he must know no matter how much he wants it that such things are impossible to give. Thus, it's impossible for you to give so it’s impossible for you not to die. 

Despite yourself you start to beg and plead for mercy, you call for your children to help you but they don’t come. No one is coming to save you, no one cares enough about you to save you. He then starts to laugh, finding your begging humorous, saying it was no use in calling for your kids, they aren’t coming. They want you gone and much as him, sora’s final wish from beyond the grave, what she wanted so desperately to come to pass has, her children are free. 

The blade once in his teeth is the one he unsheathes, the one that slices through you like butter. It was easy for him like it took no strength at all to cut you down, no need for more than one blade. You were an easy kill for him despite yourself, all that you thought of yourself didn’t stand a chance at all. The worst thing of all perhaps was no one cared at all as your blood colored the throne room, not even your children. 

 you were wrong in your assessment, you were Julius caesar, it was the idea of March and you should have been worried. 

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with the ides today, the little people who run my brain made me write fueled by our collective hate for judge.

yes, the rest of the siblings have feeling now, its what sora would have wanted to happen.

happy ides of march everyone!