#Either that or you don't hear about for six fucking years and you randomly find her on some fucking planet

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

POV: You're a traitor about to learn why Lilith's called the Pheonix

[cottoncandyjester]

Yandere boys as dads

I've got a dozen of asks wanting a pregnant y/n or the boys being dads sooo let's do this thing

This story contains: wholesome dad stuff, talk of breeding kink and breastmilk kink *cough* salem *cough*

Theodore

When you told him you were pregnant he actually started crying

"you're..we're..sweetheart that's amazing!"

He's been dreaming of being a husband and father since he was a child

Makes sure to take care of you during your pregnancy he's at your beck and call

He is very nervous about doing anything intimate with you so you are on a strict no sex ban for nine months

Even when he cuddles you he gets super scared

When you finally have the baby he's absolutely freaking out

He prepared for this though so he is not too badly scared

Definitely the type to talk to the child like it's a grown adult

Has huge dreams for his baby like yale or law school

Of course he will be a supportive parent no matter what

Definitely not used to having to be silly so it's a bit of a challenge

"um, theo what are you doing?"

"reading edgar allan poe"

You stared at your husband who was currently reading such a thing to your six month old baby.

"sweetie there are baby books.."

Theo closed the book before locking eyes with you having a serious gaze on his face.

"I refuse to read my child a book that uses the word awesomest its either more awesome or awesome."

"theo that was on-"

Theo simply cracked the thick book back open with a slight pout on his face.

"I refuse [y/n] I absolutely refuse"

You felt the urge to choke your man child of a husband, you were pretty sure your child was more concerned about trying to eat the book.

Hikaru

He definitely will be shocked if you tell him you're pregnant

Will be all tsundere about it but you know he's happy

"w-what?! You idiot! Were you on the pill? Ugh! Fine we can keep it"

The minute he is away from you he's grinning and crying.

He's also super scared though cause he comes from a huge fucked up family

During the pregnancy he is super protective of you and the baby

No leaving the house and no getting up from bed

"sit down damn it! If you break a bone I'm killing you!"

As a father..he's great

Definitely spoils his child in riches

Everything from clothes to toys is expensive

He wants to give them the absolute best

Definitely is a bragger and a PTA dad

"remember sweetie if a commoner walks up to you they are usually dangerous"

"papa what's a commoner"

Hikaru smiled as he painted his three year old's nails deciding to give them a make over while you were out.

"well, a commoner is someone who doesn't have any money like us they are below us on the food chain"

"hikaru..."

The feminine male twitched at the sound of your voice and glanced back only to see you glaring at him. Having a child with you has definitely made him respect you far more to the point where his degrading is usually light and slightly harmless.

"what did I say about calling people that infront of them?!"

"I'm only being honest like you're a filthy commoner yet I still married you, doesn't that say something about how I feel?"

You wondered how much was his life insurance incase you blacked out and one day killed him.

Prince

He nearly catches a heart attack when you told him you were pregnant

He hasn't been hooking up with anyone or drinking too much since he's been with you but he still doesn't expect it

"p-p- pregnant?! You're kidding yeah?!"

The first few days he is flipping out but after it settles he does quite well

He definitely has no idea what to do when you start having mood swings and stuff like that

He tries his best to please you

He still definitely wants to do it at though

He will be pouty the entire nine months if you deny him

As far as being a parent he tries his hardest

He definitely matures a lot more but is still the silly guy like always

You walked into your child's room only to see prince's hair in many ponytails which made you hold back a laugh.

"trying a new style babe?"

"not funny [y/n], but yes I am"

Prince flashed you a grin before he reached to touch his hair only to feel a tiny hand slap it away

"not finished!"

Primce let's out a long sigh before giving you a pleading expression now wanting your help but you simply turned away.

"have fun!"

"[y/n]this isn't how you treat your husband!"

You ignored prince's outburst and figured he can handle his own child giving him a makeover.

Axis

When you told him you were pregnant he was so happy

"we're going to have a baby? I'm so excited!"

But then it hit him

He won't be able to see a child

Won't be able to see their first steps or how beautiful they are and he gets upset at himself

He gets a little depressed but he still helps you out during the pregnancy

He is terrified during the whole pregnancy

He breaks down when the baby is born

Hearing them cry for the first time really snapped him out of his depression

His first worry is if the child is healthy

As a parent he definitely wants to spoil his child but he's also deathly over protective

He always let you know that he loves his family

You let a long sigh as you walked around the hluse looking for both your toddler and husband, you heard hushed whispering in axis' art room so you walked there only to find axis with the three year old in his lap and was teaching them how to paint.

"art is about feeling, though I guess we can talk more about that when you're older!"

Axis let them paint whatever they wanted though randomly he covered their eyes earning a giggle

"daddy! I can't see!"

"yeah, try paint now hmm? Not so easy huh?"

You rolled your eyes at his antics but you noticed his shaking hands before realizing what was going on..he was checking their eyesight.

"it's lunch time guys"

Axis perked up at your voice and turned to you with a smile though it was definitely strained, he was nervous about something but you didn't push it.

Yuki

He definitely wasn't expecting pregnant to come out when your mouth talked to him

His reaction was a shocked expression

"oh. I see"

What you don't know was that kids terrified yuki

He was scared of his child being as fucked up as he is

He is definitely supportive though

He gets his first tattoo of his child's name on his back

Him as a parent is very interesting

He is wrapped around his child's finger

Whatever they want he will absolutely do

The want snacks? He got it. They want to play pretend? He'll play for hours

He Is quite protective or both you and his child so the first year of their birth he didn't want to leave your side or theirs either

He just wants to be a happy family.

"having fun yuki?"

"mhm.."

You held back a snort of laughter at the sight of yuki doing a tea party with your four year old, he had so much glitter in his hair he reminded you of a disco ball.

You were glad he was entertaining them but you simply couldn't help but laugh at his appearance. He had stickers all over his face and was wearing a bright red tutu

"join us."

You gazed at him with a nervous look, he planned this. Before you knew it you were roped in as well now with a long sigh

"the things we do for this little demon"

"mhmm..more tea?"

Salem

Let's be real here salem got you pregnant on purpose cause of his breeding kink

When you told him the news you had to spray him with water to keep him from pouncing you

Your pregnancy is very sexual with him around

He definitely has a breast milk kink so he uses you a lot during your pregnancy for that

To a point where you're worried about being dried up

He likes to talk to the baby while you're asleep or just laying down

When the baby does come you're terrified about him being a parent

He is a good parent actually..he's weird but good

He acts like a child himself so it's quite fun

He is still an insane mess but it's toned down slightly

He is glad his child is normal and nothing like him in terms of personality

"salem!"

You glared at your husband as he and your four year old shoved cookies in their mouths while hiding under the kitchen table. Salem nearly choked and simply flashed a huge grin

"you were taking tooooo long! Couldn't wait!"

"they are going to think it's okay to eat snacks whenever they want"

Salem stuck his tongue out at you before your face flashed red at his next words

"I eat snacks whenever I want [y/n]~"

You yank the two of them from out the table before you simply roll your eyes.

"how about we have another kid?"

You choke at his words and glared at him only for him to wink at you, this clearly wasn't up for discussion in his book you two were having another child

[spiderrrling]

Partners In Crime - Tom Holland x Reader (Chapter 3)

Pairing - Mobster! Tom Holland x Reader (AU) (Mobster! Tom Holland)

Warnings - Swearing, mentions of sex / sexual themes, alcohol, smoking/drugs, slight violence

Word count - 2.6k (trying to make these longer whoop whoop)

Additional notes - Sorry for any typos (I tried to find all of them)

Easter eggs - Yesssss

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

She heard the faint sound of a gun being cocked. Panic rushed through her body. Backing up against the wall aligned with the door she pushed herself as flat as she could against the cold tiles. "Y/N we know you are in there, open this door right now and we won't kill you." A cold voice spoke. Carefully hiking up her dress she reached for the gun she had strapped on. After double checking that the gun was live, she unlocked the door to the bathroom.

Y/N's  body was frozen with fear. She opened her eyes, terrified of what she would see if she closed them. Sitting in a pool of her own cold sweat and ran a hand through her hair to calm herself down. It was just a dream, nothing more than a dream. Taking slow deep breaths through her mouth she tried to focus on good thought and suppressing the bad ones. But, the bad ones kept resurfacing.

The gun fired and the man in front of her fell to his knees before face-planting onto the floor. Quickly moving through the mansion Y/N found herself sorting through the situation. She was clearly being targeted by the Cornell's, she was in their mansion and she needed to get out there, fast. Y/N was on the second floor of the building so she should be able to jump if needed. More than anything she wanted to get out of this house, but she quickly needed to away from it as well. Someone let out a blood-curdling scream, Y/N froze in her movements. Someone had found the body. She started to move again.

She needed to contact Haz, he could send back up and hopefully get her out. Pointing her gun towards the floor as she moved down the hallway. Y/N speculated her next move while continuing to move, constantly looking around corners and making sure that no one was following her.

Pointing her gun towards the floor as she jogged down the hall. Ruling out the main stairwell and a few different hiding places. An arm reached around her waist and she felt a hand over her mouth. The last thing she head was her gun clattering on the floor.

Shaking off the feeling from the memory she started to slowly crawling over to the edge of the bed she swung her legs over the ledge and gradually started to shift her weight to her legs. Reaching over she opened the drawer in her bedside table, rummaging through it for a second she pulled out an orange bottle of sleeping pills. Y/N uncapped the lid. Empty.

The moon was out and cast silver shadows around her room. Nothing felt right at night. Her room was big with a kingsized bed, a huge walk-in closet, a conjoining bathroom, there were a few couches placed around the room and there were a few personal knickknacks placed randomly on different pieces of furniture. Most of her belongings were still in boxes waiting to be unpacked.

Y/N slowly opened her eyes. Her head was throbbing with pain, trying to move she realized that she was tied to a chair. Her legs were tied to the legs of the chair and her hands were bound to the back of it. She was alone in the room, the walls were white with light birch wood floors. Her gun was knowhere in sight, she could feel her leg holster still around her thigh, but was unsure if they had taken away her knife. Without warning, someone burst through the door.

"I was suspecting that you would fight back but murdering a person and trying to get away with it? You are not stupid." Maxon Cornell said while slowly walking through the room, looking at him was like a knife through her heart. Finally reaching her he crouched down and gently caressed her face while sating into her eyes.

"Didn't I ask you a question?" His simile was sinister.

"No, I am not stupid, so the reason I am here either here for you to kill me or this is a hostage situation and I guess you are not trying to make Stockholm syndrome happen." Y/N spat.

"No, I already did that, what I need you to do is talk. And love, if you don't talk I am going to put a bullet between those pretty eyes."  As he talked he pulled out a gun from his jacket pocket.

"Talk about what?" Maxon unlocked the cylinder of his gun and slowly slid in six shiny copper bullet. The tiny pieces of metal clattered as they were locked into place.

"I need you to tell me how to get to Tom." His words were slow, unhurried. "Ah, so all of a sudden you need me?"  

He locked the cylinder back into the now fully loaded gun. "I would pick my words carefully darling."

The nickname raced through her brain like fire.

Making her way through the room Y/N stumbled through the door and started to make her way down the hall. The memories kept coming back to her. Pandora's box I guess. Reaching the kitchen still hoping to find some form of sleep medication. Silently working her way through the kitchen, she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. Glancing at the clock, three o'clock. This was going to be a long night.

She heard a door creak behind her. Once again, she felt the same disgusting taste of fear enter her. Pushing her panic aside Y/N reached for the kitchen knife resting on the wooden cutting board. Seeing the dark silhouette of a man in the oven glass, she quickly calculated the distance between them.

Swiftly turning around Y/N held the knife out ready to attack whoever was there. "Fucking Christ Y/N! Put the knife down it's me. It's Tom." Taking a small step backward he flicked the light switch. It was only Tom. "Please darling, put the knife down." Slowly moving forward, he reached out and grabbed the knife and started to release it from her steel tight grip. She was so scared. Y/N froze up, trying to calm herself from the event.

"Are you OK Y/N?" Tom asked, finally getting the knife out of her grip. "Yeah..." She trailed off. "Just fine."

"Do you need to talk?" His eyebrows were tightly knit together. It almost looked like he cared about your wellbeing. "No... No thank you I am fine."

"To be honest Y/N you don't look fine. Christ, you just threatened me with a knife." He talked slowly not wanting to alarm you at any cost. "To be honest I never threatened you, I was defending myself." She spat at him.

"What is there to defend yourself against? In your own home? At three in the morning?" Tom wondered. "Oh, you know, just a world feared mobster leader." She joked. "I am being serious here Y/N, is there anything you want to talk about?" His tone grew tenser and more serious. "Nothing that you would believe" Y/N started to move back out of the kitchen. She felt a steel tight grip on her wrist pulling her backward. "If you don't talk I can't help you," Tom muttered under his breath, he pulled her into the game room and onto one of the couches. "And you need the help." He continued.

"I don't need help to thank you very much." Y/N told him. "Will you please just talk to me Y/N, I want to help you, but you are making this so god damn hard." His voice was almost pleading, he noticed that she was tense "Stay here I will be right back." Tom sighted got up from his seat and left her alone. She could hear the faint sound of the stove being turned on and cups clinking together.

Tom returned not long after with a tray clutched in his hands. "I thought we might be here a while." He muttered. On the tray, there were two cups with hot chocolate and a platter of cookies. "Can you tell me why the hell you are here at three in the morning and my brother is not anywhere in sight?" She demanded to know. "Just some business." He mumbled. Tom handed Y/N one of the cups with hot chocolate and took the other one for himself.

"Will you talk to me now Y/N?" Tom asked, trying to make eye contact with her. "Yeah..." She started. "Ok... Let's begin with what happened that day at the Cornell mansion, start small OK? How did you get there?" Tom was trying to make it easier for her to talk to him.

"Will you trust me enough to believe that what I am saying is true? The last time we did this-"Her word was cut off. "Of course, I will trust you." Tom moved closer to her and put his hand on her knee.

"Do you remember the oldest Cornell kid, Maxon?" Tom confirmed by slightly nodding. "We dated for a few months and got very close. I always suspected that he was using me, you never missed an opportunity to tell me that." She spoke slowly, carefully choosing her words. "Sorry about that." He muttered and lightly squeezed her knee.

"Max tried to use me-" She choked. "The Cornell empire was growing fast and Maxon was about to take over, the only thing he wanted from me was power. He wanted to use me to get to you and nothing more."

"That I have already figured out that sweetheart, I need to know what happened that night."

"Yeah right, that fucking night." She sighed. "One night three years ago I was held at a gunpoint by the Cornell family. He wanted to know information about you, about the Hollands. I-it was either information about you, o-or my life." The words got stuck in her throat.

"And if you are here today, that means you gave him the information." His words were quiet, heavily characterized by disappointment. "God fucking damn it Y/N."

"T-tom I-" He cut off her words. "You know the rules, you were practically raised by them. They are set in stone. When it comes to information you will rather die than give it out. So what the fuck made you think it was OK for you to break them?" Toms words were harsh. He got up from his seat and paced around the lounge table.

"Tom p-please." Y/N started. "Don't you fucking "Tom please" me."

"Tom just shut the hell up and let me talk. Can you do that?" Abruptly standing up and slamming her mug on the table. "Hear me out. Please." She didn't wait for an answer. "I did give Maxon information, don't say anything let me finish." Y/N paused for a split second.

"I did give Max information, but later that night I killed him." She looked down on her hands that were resting in her lap. He reached over and grabbed one of her hands and drew small circles on her thumb.

"I know this is hard for you darling, but I need you to tell me what happened both before and after he threatened you." Tom gently squeezed her hand.

"I-I don't know h-how." Her words were trembling and her breathing hitched. "It's ok darling, come here." Tom pulled on her arm moving her next to him. "Just breathe darling." He stroked her arm. He never thought she had a soft side.

Y/N was so tired, her eyelids hung heavy over her eyes. She settled into the large comfortable couch. Tom continued to stroke her arm in hopes of getting her to go to sleep. "Tom, I am going to-" her words were interrupted by a yawn. "It's ok just go to sleep Y/N." Tom reassured her.

Her eyes closed and she drifted off into the land of dreams.

-

"Thank you for that love, now if you would excuse me, I have some important business to attend to." Hot tears were streaming down her face. "Aw, love, are you really crying for them?" His tone was almost mocking. "Now, stay here darling and I won't kill you later."  Max returned his gun back into his jacket. He paced towards the door to his office.

"I hope you will have a good time rotting in hell." Y/N was able to spit out between her sobs. Max abruptly stopped and slowly turned towards her. "As long as you are there princess."

The slam of the door echoed through the room. The only sounds left in the room were her uncontrollable sobs. The hot salty tears ran poured from her eyes. "C-come on Y/N. P-pull yourself together." The words were low and muttered. Breathing through her mouth drawing in deep breaths.

The worst case scenarios were running through her brain. She had panicked and told Maxon everything. All the information he needed to break the Holland empire into a million pieces.

Y/N attempted to pull herself together. Shutting eyes and focusing on luring air in and out of her lungs. Slowly opening her eyes again she focused on an item in the room. Locking eyes with a particularly large book the read the title forward, backward and took in the design of the book. It was TARDIS blue with cream accents at the top and bottom. The title was written in bold gold letters. Her breathing stopped hitching and the tears stopped falling from her eyes.

Tending to her hostage situation, her wrists were tied to the back of the chair. She failed at moving out of the ropes that bound her wrist and ended up with pink rope burns. Arching her back and pulling her arms as far back as she could. The old wooden chair finally gave after. The wood cracked, with her wrists now had bracelets of rope with large splinters of wood in.

Carefully hiking up the black cotton dress she reached for her leg holster around her thigh. Her gun was gone, but her tiny pocket knife was still there. Had they even searched her? Pulling the knife out of the holster. Opening the knife she carefully cut the rope bracelets off her wrists. With her now freed wrists Y/N cut of the rope from her legs. Gently massaging the swollen pink skin left by the rope. They had taken away her shoes and left her barefoot. The floor was cold against the soles of her feet.

Y/N got up from the chair that was now nothing more than firewood and splinters. She quickly stretching out her stiff limbs before making her way around the large mahogany desk. Pulling out the large leather office chair, the leather was cracked from hours in the sun and the smell was overwhelming. She sat down on the chair and started to explore the desk. Y/N felt like a child again, sitting at her father's desk pretending to run the mafia.

The top drawer was locked and the rest of them were filled to the brim with case files. Pulling put her knife and sliding out of the chair. Crouching down on the floor she thrust the knife into the lock. The knife slid into the lock with ease, splintering some dark wood around the brass circle. Twisting the knife around the lock finally gave in and made a loud crack. Tearing away the wood front and reaching her hand into the dark room. Y/N's fingers grazed cold metal. Jackpot.

Locking her fingers around the gun she pulled out the gun. She ran her fingers over the barrel, it was cold as ice. It was fully loaded with six shining copper bullets.

Six bullets, six people