#KnD x Reader | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

the-s1lly-corner · 6 days ago

Text

Icing and Intrusions (Father x Reader)

Raffle prize for @rejaytionships !! I hope you enjoy this-- it's been a minute since I've written for Benedict and ooough I kinda miss him... I might rewarch knd soon.. maybe.. ooouuuugh i need to get better at naming one shots and stuff GRRRRGRRRRRGRRRRRR

Notes: gn reader, said FUCK IT!! And pulled a garnet (su) so you're wearing a dress and suit combo (and let's be real... garnet slayed in that outfit...), other villains are there, wedding nearly gets hijacked by the KND because they wrongfully think it's a villain gathering (well... it technically is...), reader is not a villain, delightfuls are both the flower girls AND ring bearers, outdoor wedding, admin has only ever been to one wedding in his life so bare with him, tiny bit of the reception/party afterwards just to flesh the fic out and provide some extra meat because I love the villains, limited dialog, reader has zero clue about the adult vs children beef so theyre CONFUUUUUUUUSED-- well they know about it but they dont realize how serious it actually is

Word count: 4.5k

CWs: technically violence but like. Kids show stuff nothing insane there's a fight

The clouds in the otherwise clear blue sky above did little to cut back the heat of the sun. It was a particularly warm weekend in May when all of the villains appear one by one to this event.

Of course, they were more than a little proud to come out and support their fellow villain- Benedict- but truth be told… with his temper and dedication to taking down the Kids Next Door… most were surprised that he found the time and desire to find himself a partner. Let alone make such a commitment.

One by one each of them filed in.

Villains like Mr. Fizz and Mr. Boss sat near the front. Toiletnator should have counted himself lucky that Benedict’s partner had convinced him to let him come to the ceremony and reception- even if he was made to sit in the back of the church.

“Something traditional,” just how Father liked it- whether or not he was a religious man.

All things considered the small church room was decently filled. Villains and their partners- and begrudgingly, children if they had any. Mr. Boss’ red headed daughter sat next to his side in the front pew- her bright hair done up neatly in braids. She didn’t look all that happy to be there but put on a nice enough face that everyone simply moved on after noting her presence. It wasn’t like she was the only child here- just the only one in the room currently.

The only normal person in the room was the officiant- who stood at the altar with the soon to be husband himself. Funnily enough he wasn’t wearing any visible suit. His form still remained wrapped in shadow- or whatever it was- a simple bowtie tacked on his front as he stood as patient as possible for your arrival. A small part of him nearly sparked in irritation as the minutes ticked by- guests still settling themselves in the pews.

Bundles of lilac and hydrangea strung up around the room lightly doused the space in their sweet scent… but it only served to fuel the building heat on the back of Benedict’s neck. His eyes hardly settle on the yellow daffodils weaved into the flowers.

And all of that build up was doused in an instant as the clock chimed the beginning of a new hour. Like rehearsed God knows how many times before the doors of the church creak open. The quiet chatter in the pews silenced itself as five sets of feet made their way in a slow march down the aisle.

The usual blue suits and sailor-esque uniforms of the Delightful Children were replaced with something more formal. Dress suits and vests in black for the boys, and baby pink dresses for the girls- “To match the hydrangeas,” you had said one day.

The five children hardly needed the countless rehearsals- they were constantly (and almost creepily) always in sync. Not one of those ten legs lagged behind.

Saying “they all moved when the other moved” could never apply to the small group- there was no one to follow when they worked almost like a hivemind.

Constance and Alessandra each held baskets filled to the brim with flower petals- pink and white mostly. Bruce stood in the front carrying the rings. David and Lenny remained empty handed- separating the two from the rest of the group almost felt… wrong.

…Now that anyone thought about it, had they ever seen one of the children missing- or otherwise just… not with the others?

Most of the villains in the building had already long grown used to the mostly expressionless faces of the group- but some shifted in light discomfort. If Fanny had to agree with a villain on something… it's that the Delightful Children from down the Lane were creepy. A light nudge from her dad made her ditch the slightly scrunched look on her face as the Delightful Children made their way to the front- before shifting to the side. Bruce remained in the front with the rings, stationed next to Benedict.

And then…

Everyone’s heads craned to the door as the sun from outside casted your shadow into the church. It had been timed to be this way- Benedict always had a knack to make things at least a little dramatic… and it paid off this time as the golden ray’s lit you up from behind. You nearly looked glowing as the white train of your dress-suit caught and reflected the glow.

And for a split second Benedict felt his heart leap into his throat… he was sure if he wasn’t cloaked in darkness you would have seen his adam’s apple bob comically in his thin throat. At least it did enough to hide the slight part of his jaws- not that the motion was fully hidden. The officiant had caught it judging by the way his smile warmed.

Your steady approach to the altar felt like an eternity.

Unlike the pastel pink and white petals on the floor, the bouquet in your hands nearly completely consisted solely of yellow daffodils. The outlines of the petals clear against your black suited torso… and Benedict must say.. Whoever your tailor was that made the hybrid needed their fair share of compliments.

Your heels clicking against the floor nearly felt sounded like the crashing of thunder as the weight of the ceremony finally clicked in your soon to be husband’s mind. It all felt so different when it was finally happening in real time- and Benedict’s head nearly felt like it was swimming as you drew ever closer.

At the door. Halfway. Nearly there… and then you were settling yourself in front of him. He didn’t think he would have been able to handle the vague mystery of your done up face if you had chosen to wear a veil.

The next events were somewhat a blur.

How Father didn’t stumble over his words while reciting his vows was a total mystery to him. At least judging by the faces of everyone in the room he at least sounded competent enough. His image was secure, and he was still the (mostly) put together and intimidating villain he was meant to be.

He wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t conflicted about laying his heart so bare in front of such a crowd, though. Even opening up to you was tough enough, when it was just your eyes on him. Perhaps the only reason he kept going was the gentle and brief pushes to keep going from the officiant. He carried the same tone of a tender father- and even though he was a stranger his tone maintained a sense of familiarity like he knew Benedict his entire life.

There wasn’t time to unpack the longing for a healthy father figure right now.

Benedict nearly choked on his words when he caught the sparkle in your eyes.

“...and…” He forced himself to continue in the most steady voice as he could muster. Ben could only hope that no one caught the seconds-long break in the string of words. “..that’s why I want to spend the rest of my life with you- I want to grow old with you, and I will ensure that your every need is met.”

He could never quite turn off the almost professional way he spoke- most of the time when he wasn’t throwing a hissy fit- if anything it came out worse when he was tense in front of a crowd.

Despite everything telling him to keep his eyes on you he couldn’t stop the slight tilt of his head to scan his eyes over the crowd.

The absence of Monty meant nothing to him. He hadn’t bothered to invite his own brother- and you weren’t one to push him for the details as to why. But it did sting to find that his own father was nowhere in sight.

“I know you will,”

Your words force him to snap his gaze right back to him. Your hand comes to a light rest against his cheek and directs his face back to yours. The pure tenderness in your touch and stare nearly broke something in him. He can feel the corners of his mouth twitching against his efforts to keep any pathetic noise from clawing its way out.

“And I��ll be doing the same for you; you’re not the only one getting married today,”

You allowed your hand to fall from his cheek, and to his shoulder… the rapid throbbing of his pulse penetrated whatever darkness was covering his body and beated against your fingers. The seconds seem to crawl. He swore everything seemed to slow down as his eyes fully took you in for what was probably the hundredth time in the past few minutes.

Benedict’s hands finally made a move for the rings Bruce held.

He takes your first in one hand, and uses his other hand to pull your palm off of his collarbone; and you let him take the lead as his thumb gingerly swiped along the back of your knuckles. The ring was a perfect fit. He had made sure it would be.

The hold on your hand lightly twitches- his eyes now burning into the large gems sparkling in the light, now wrapped around your finger. It only served to solidify the moment.

You make decent work in mirroring his gesture on his own hand.

The officiant hardly needed to grant permission for the kiss- not that either of you needed permission to do something you’ve done hundreds of times before. The lean in on his part was almost automatic. At least something felt natural, something that didn’t make him shift his tongue around uncomfortably in his mouth to keep acting like he wasn’t as jittery as he was.

Like a drain he released the tension in his body as he sighed against your mouth. Your fingers pressing against him only sweetened the effect. Father went from being stone stiff to near putty against you.

Nearly everyone in the pews cheered and applauded- most a respectable amount, some amping it up too much. If Benedict wasn’t so caught up in the moment he would have shot a look mean enough to put someone in the ground from Toiletnators excitement. He would let it slide for now. It wasn’t like he was the only one being over excited- Stickybeard served as a close rival to the… less than successful villain…

The transition from the ceremony to the reception was mostly seamless. A short drive in slightly humid weather could only do so much to put a damper on the energy everyone carried. Some indoor venue a few miles away already set for celebration; the same floral theme just about vomited all over the plain walls. Truth be told the space was far larger than was needed. There were nowhere near enough guests to fill the space… but Benedict had always been a bit of a show off. Dozens of decorated tables sat arranged across the hall, dressed in white sheets and peppered with petals. Candles lit up the space where the tall windows couldn’t reach… though a closer look revealed they were all powered by small batteries. Better to have only one fire hazard than possibly hundred.

The break of time where the newly wedded couple hung back to capture photos offered more than enough time for the quicker venue arrivals to set everything up; food and music, as well as last minute decorations.

Hosting villain barbecues came in handy when it came to catering for food- everyone had pitched in; but none quite as much as Mr. Fibb and Mr. Wink who had done most of the cooking.

But it didn’t matter how fresh the vegetables were, or how great the meat looked. The true eye catcher was the absolutely massive cake that had to be wheeled out by at least ten people. How someone even managed to get it inside the venue in the first place was a total mystery. Perhaps the baker- which was more than likely Benedict himself, who had a certain piping style that was hard to miss and an aching need to overachieve- had cooked in the venues kitchen.

The sheer mass of it nearly drowned the room in its sugary scent. Thick layers of buttercream completely masking whatever flavor the cake was meant to be underneath- encasing it like a perfect cocoon.

By the time you and Benedict had arrived everything was already set and ready for your entrance.

Words were shared, feelings shown. Music played in the background as everyone put their plates together for dinner and chatted away with one another- with you and Father sat at your own smaller table chatting away.

And everything was perfect.

“You know, now that we’re officially married you’re going to have a tough time getting rid of me,” You teased softly as you ran your hand over the back of his on the table. Your matching rings lightly catch against one another for a second.

“You make it sound like a bad thing, Sweetheart,”

It was nice to hear a genuine chuckle from him instead of the near manic evil laugh when his plans to squash the Kids Next Door were going… as planned…

And like a jynx the mere thought of the operation flitting past your mind seemed to force everything to unravel in an instant.

A loud boom cut right through the hall’s noise- plates rattled and at least a few sets of silverwaves clattered to the floor with drowned out metallic clacks. Dust billowed forward- and something thick splattered on your face; and for a horrifying moment you didn’t know what it was… until the sugar hit your tongue.

Icing.

Tables are flipped over by both the intruders and the villains in attendance- used as a means to cover themselves from the inevitable onslaught of attacks from both sides.

“Listen up, grown ups!” A young bald boy shouted through the chaos. A sort of contraption held in his hands- two wooden planks and some curled metal. Four other children stood at his side- in their own… poses.

Even through the shock you thought this was all a weird bit- one clearly not set up by Benedict as he visibly seethed and trembled with rage in his seat. You could feel his hand tense under your own- his fingers digging into the table cloth as he rapidly picked apart what exactly was happening in front of him. You swear you could feel his body heat building up by the second- the corner of your eye caught a faint wisp of smoke settling itself on the back of his neck… at least you think you did. Your own mind was still bouncing around as everything unfolded.

When you were told the “KND” had crashed several events they held, or that they had come armed- you thought they were exaggerating. Some odd game you weren’t a part of but didn’t have much intention to join.

“You thought you could have a secret gathering to discuss your plans- but think again!” The bald boy continued. A girl in a green sweater cooed softly as she took in the surviving flowers from their break in. Some of their remains were scooped up in her hidden hands. A bowl hair cutted boy scoffed at the sight.

“If you wanted flowers you could have picked ‘em from outside-” He muttered under his breath. A boy in aviator goggles shimmied around slightly- it seemed the group weren’t spared from the splatter of cake. “Aww.. It’s just vanilla-” He swiped some of the buttercream off of his shoulder.

Only one of the children seemed to catch on that this wasn’t some secret villain meetup- the last one in a red hat.

She straightened up and tipped the brim of her cap back to get a better look at the scenery.

“Uhm…” Her teeth clicked in disapproving awkwardness as she weighed in on how awful the situation actually was. Meanwhile all you could do was try to keep Benedict from blowing his top and escalating things. “-Numbuh one I think this is a wedding-”

You could hear the grinding of Benedict’s teeth as the scene dragged on.

“Nonsense Numbuh five that’s what they want you to think-” The boy known as Numbuh one blew Numbuh five off as he readjusted his hold on the weapon in his hand.

“-You barbarians-!” the Delightful Children started in unison as they rose from their seats- seat? You… actually couldn’t tell from this angle- but a certain seething redhead shouted right over their sharp but overall quieter voices with enough ferocity that could have made Father’s own rage look like a simple matchstick.

“What do you think you’re doing-” Franny didn’t even dignify the group with a label or name. She shook more than Benedict himself, and her hair looked pale in contrast to the redness in her face. She stormed to the five with both of her hands tightly clutched at her sides. The light blue dress stained and ruined with cake just like everyone else. A rather messy blob of icing made itself home in her curls and for a moment you pitied her for the mess that would leave once it dried around the lock.

Numbuh one tried to splutter out an explanation- something about believing there was something happening, how he had heard from witnesses the villains all congregating together looking rather pleased with themselves- the blonde one piped up that it wouldn’t be the first time something like this had happened and ended up being a serious matter. In an instant Franny shouted over the clambering of voices- Numbuh five was the only one who didn’t bother to speak up to justify the situation.

You sneak a glance around the room. Stickybeard was not at all subtle in taking a taste test of the frosting that had splattered across his patchy suit- using his peppermint hook to scrape the globs of sweetness up to his mouth. On the flipside Knightbrace looked like he was about to have an aneurysm over being plastered in his biggest enemy. Mr. Boss looked conflicted on whether he could shut down his daughter for the sake of salvaging what was left of the event’s formality or to join in with her. It wouldn’t be the first time he verbally tore a new one into another person.

Toiletnator hastily tore pieces of paper from his costume to try to clean up everything- notably focusing on Mr. Boss who was now trying to swat the other man off of him. The rest of the guests were in a similar state- most still holding a defensive position in case a fight was still going to happen.

All things considered you were surprised Benedict hadn’t already lashed out seconds ago. Your eyes drag over to him and…

For once his anger looked like it had extinguished itself. You could see the shadow nearly dripping off of him as any desire to shout or fight expelled itself in the form of weak steam. His hand almost felt like it was covered in warm oil- and it took everything to keep your hand pressed to the back of his.

It was so… uncharacteristic… of him to sink into himself like this… and on his behalf you felt the anger he held a moment before. He had been looking forward to this as much as you were- and for some reason you didn’t understand it was being ruined right as everything was going according to plan. The back of your teeth clicked sharply against one another as your jaw cracked into motion- but any noise you could have thrown out into the air died as Franny grabbed the front of the boy’s sweater and forcibly dragged him out of the immediate area.

“ALL. Of you. Now-!” She shouted back to the other four. At least one of them flinched but like a bunch of scolded children- which… they were…- they did as they were told and shuffled awkwardly out of sight.

Only the girl in the red hat actually tried to apologize- even if it sounded tense.

As soon as the six were gone everything descended into chaos.

There could have been extra hands around to help mend the mess as best as possible- but you had insisted the event be a private affair. To have only people you knew. It would have been easier that way, if this hadn’t happened.

Cuppa Joe and Knightbrace were probably the most efficient in trying to scoop up the mess of food across the floor- between the speed of the taller of the two, and the spindly metallic arms extending from the dentist’s back. It must have been a new addition, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him with those.

“Will you get off of me already-” Mr. Boss hissed under his breath as he pushed Toiletnator off of him again. The older man tried to smooth over his face. “Why don’t you go make yourself useful and help clean-”

“Oh right- right of course! Right away!” Toiletnator gave a salute to the business man and rushed off to give a hand to Mr. Fibb and Mr. Wink…. Who did not look all that pleased to have his help….

“Here… you probably need it more than me,” Mr. Fizz was at Benedict’s side offering a hissing glass of some cola.

“Yeah… thanks…”

With that Mr. Fizz sauntered off to help Count Spankulot move some of the rubble.

Stickybeard whistled under his breath and made a comment about how expensive it’d be to repair the place. You didn’t even notice Crazy Old Cat Lady had smuggled in some of her furry companions- who now scuttled across the floor.

“Ah… don’t worry we’ll fix it, sport,” Desctructo Dad tried to reassure as he passed by you and Benedict. Mega Mom was off trying to clean up the Delightfuls- who were protesting and saying they could handle cleaning themselves up… “We aren’t helpless brats-”

And the entire time Benedict remained wordless. Whatever coated his body grew more slick as it dripped down to the floor below him. You could see patches of his skin peeking out underneath.

You’d seen it ripped off of him. Snagged on something or forcefully taken- but never had you seen it behave like this. A sick feeling settled somewhere in the back of your mouth as you tried to come up with anything to try to fix the situation.

What could you do to save this?

Your hand that wasn’t on his reached forward and swiped off a gross mix of black ooze and icing. It felt more like tar than it did oil… you briefly wondered if it would stain your skin in the same way. You couldn’t be bothered to worry about that now. More of his cheek exposed itself to the air- and you continued wiping his face clean of it.

“..Stop.”

Your hand froze as your cleaning uncovered the corner of his mouth. Just the edge of it, but you could see the muscles tensing and trembling against the whirlwind of emotions that was definitely coursing through him.

Covering himself wasn’t just a means to be more intimidating.

It was a way to hide himself in plain sight. His eyes are still stained yellow- the creases underneath still hidden away.

He was still angry. That much was clear. You were too.

But the exhaustion and defeat in his voice caught you off guard.

You let your hand fall from his cheek. The shouting outside from Franny could be heard but you tuned it out as she tore a new one into her friends (at least… they seemed to know each other.)

The cake was completely destroyed. What wasn’t immediately blown apart was covered in debris. It just felt like another jab- all of the work put into everything to make it as perfect as possible was destroyed in an instant over something so stupid.

The aching in your chest shifted as you allowed your breath to escape your teeth… you didn’t even notice you kept it bitten at bay. Your fingers tense against his hand… and you weave yourself through his digits- a soft wet squelch meant nothing to you if it meant you could give him a tender squeeze.

You wiped the black ooze off your other hand with your napkin as best as you could… and scraped some of the blown off cake bits. Soft vanilla cut through the bitter stench of the substance all over Benedict.

“Look at me-”

To your surprise he actually listened to you and did as you had asked. His eyes looked tired- it must have taken everything in him not to burst into flames with you so close to him.

You eye the bit of cake in your hold… and bring it closer. “-open” you mumble softly as the icing pressed lightly against his lips. You’d hate for the taste to be ruined with the sludge.

“It’s still good, you know,” You said softly as you basically hand fed him his own baking. The attempt to save this was… sweet, even if pitiful.

He hummed through the soft mouthful- and after swiping his palm across the table’s sheet he scooped up some of the surviving confection. “I made it for you,” He croaked softly through a tense throat. You swear you could hear the muscles in his jaw creak in protest- stretched too tightly in a desperate act of composure.

“I know you did,” You said softly and took a bite from his hand. It was as sweet as it smelled, and softer than anything you’ve ever had even if it was conglomerated with icing and small broken bits of sugar decor. Your interlocked hands shifted to push together closer over the top of the table.

For the second time Benedict’s face tried to turn to the side to look at everything around- but unlike in the church… you didn’t allow him to cast his sight over the scene. Even if it meant pressing some frosting to his face, you guided his face back to yours.

“Everyone else is handling it, you don’t need to worry about this right now,” You said softly under your breath.

Your palm remained firmly pressed against his jaw to keep him looking at you… and even if for a split second you felt the knots under his skin relax just a little bit.

It didn’t make it okay.

But at least it made it not as bad as it could have been.

Hushed talk of the honeymoon gave him something to focus on as everyone scurried around to fix the worst of the venue. Exchanging bites of wanna be cake pop dough only made things a little more tasteful in the face of his disappointment and doused rage.

…and if he asked you another day years down the line you would still tell him that despite the crashing, this was still one of the happiest days of your life.

#knd x reader #knd x you #knd imagine #kids next door x reader #kids next door x you #kids next door imagine #codename knd x reader #codename knd imagine #knd father x reader #father x reader #father imagine #benedict wigglestein x reader #benedict uno imagine #benedict uno x reader #canon x reader #canon x you #x reader

13 notes · View notes

bones4thecats · 11 months ago

Text

Having Children With Their Fem! S/O

Characters: Aku, Father, Vilgax and Lord Garmadon Inspired By: Random Thoughts A/N: I know that a couple of these characters either don't like kids or just feel basically nothing for them, but this is just something I had to write! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Operation Zero and the Lego Ninjago Series and mentions of abandonment and divorce ⚠️

••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●•

»»—————————————-　 Aku 　—————————————-««

👹 Aku prided himself on being a heartless being made of consistent darkness. But, when it came to you, his longtime wife who was created by a similar amount of energy, he was fairly fair

👹 He has always been focused on furthering his rule of the pathetic mortals in which he despised to the point where it led to him having seven girls with a woman called the High Priestess, though it was with his magic, he did not do anything disgusting in his opinion with her

👹 Despite knowing he felt nothing towards the woman and only viewed the girls as his personal soldiers, you couldn't help but feel inferior to the Priestess, she has done something that you possibly never could with Aku. Though, you did treat the girls as your own, since their mother seemingly could care less

👹 The one thing that made Aku think of having children with you was seeing you pick up a small group of baby aliens from a clan that wished to be relocated to Earth and begin to tickle them with one of your long claw-shaped fingers

👹 As the aliens left after hearing their conditions of living on his and your planet, Aku looked to you and motioned for you both to return to your personal chambers, which you did willingly and without fear

"My yang, I noticed how you looked at those young Vadaquians with a... warm and wholesome stare. That is completely unlike the lovingly evil woman I married and pledged loyalty too. So, if I may question, what is your issue?"

👹 You sighed and lowered your shoulders before shifting into a tortoise and hiding yourself inside of your shell before announcing it was dumb and he could just not bother himself with your issues

"Y/N, you're my wife of hundreds of years. I decided myself if I wanted to handle your thoughts and worries when I laid that shadow-bonding ring around your finger. Now, what is it your worried about?"

"It's just... you know the girls. I just... I want something like that."

"And that can be arranged with swift ease."

"Wait- really? You'd do that for me?"

"I would do anything for the woman who allows me to feel something other than hatred."

»--•--«

👹 And that he did. Just 9 months after the events of Samurai Jack's return and renewing the top-hunted foe to be the time-traveled man, you welcomed a young boy, whom Aku named Oni

👹 You smiled and lightly ran your hands against the baby's long trio set of horns that matched his fathers as his large pure-white eyes opened with tiny specks of white fire erupting from them. When it came to appearance, he took after his father, though your color scheme popped more than the Shogun of Sorrow's

"Ah, there is my little boy and woman!"

"And there is my stubborn husband."

"Hey now! Don't get me wrong, I wanted to be here for the special event, but I needed to get that Samurai fool out of my way again. He almost found the portal back to his time, and if he does..."

"Oni doesn't live..."

"Correct. This is all for him, and us, and I suppose his sisters and their mother."

👹 Chuckling as your baby began to shift his way to his father, the demonic being allow him to sit on his horns, giggling as he acted like the man he has observed for the past few weeks over the small portal that showed him and Jack's fight, but mainly him

"He will be the perfect next generational heir, don't you think?"

"Yes. I do, Aku."

••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●•

»»———————-　Benedict 'Father' Wigglestein　———————-««

🔥 It was no secret that your husband was far from a child-guy. He constantly provided evidence that he hated kids beyond any kind of recognition. He even hated the children that you two were forced to adopt

🔥 When Benedict married you, he laid it out plain as day that he never planned on having children, and you wholeheartedly accepted that

🔥 But, ever since the Delightful Children from Down the Lane joined your family and therefore home, you began to crave having an actual family. One not bounded by a Delightfulization-Chamber, but by blood and the love you two shared for one another

🔥 And while it was easy to think this all without saying it out-loud, even beginning to wonder about how he would reply was enough to make you want to curl up into a ball and stay there forever

🔥 Thankfully the sound of a five-way synchronized knock allowed you to be free of your thoughts. And you merely sat up from your desk and called to the children to come on inside

"Good afternoon, Mother. Father wishes your presence in his office."

🔥 You smiled at the kids and gave them each a pat on their heads before allowing them to walk to their rooms and get ready for bed. Once each of their doors closed you grabbed your husband's notebook, suspecting that was what he needed

🔥 He has a bad habit of leaving stuff in your room. Honestly he needs a better sleep schedule (not me scolding him when I barely sleep😐)

🔥 While the door to his office opened, you took a deep breath and readied yourself, hoping that his day wasn't filled with a ton of disappointments. You may be his wife, but his anger was something not even you could escape

🔥 You noticed that there was a lack of anything on fire, so, you took the chance to make some small chit-chat while your husband worked away on some papers and beckoned with his hand for you to hand him his notes

"My dear, I've been wondering how your day's been."

"It's been decent, better than normal thankfully."

"Well... there is one thing I've been meaning to speak to you about, if you don't mind-"

"If the children have done something, I swear to-"

"No! No, no! The children have done perfectly well since the last incident. It's just... oh nevermind, it's nothing that important."

🔥 Benedict went from staring intently at his paperwork to looking at your seemingly guilt-ridden face and his yellow eyes narrowed, which was prominent from the darkness of his suit

"Y/N, everything you say is important to me. Well, as long as it has nothing to do with random cravings, because those have been getting worse and worse over the past few days."

"Yeah, about that..."

"I mean, you're acting like how Monty would call and describe his wife when she was pregnant with his boy."

🔥 Oh this was pointless. Reaching into the pocket of your black hoodie that Ben gifted you for your birthday just days prior, you pulled out a small box and laid it down in front of him

"What's this for?"

"Just- open it, please."

"Is this a... pregnancy test? Oh sweet sasperilla, you're pregnant?! But I- we..."

"I understand that you aren't fond of children, so we don't have to have them if you don't want to."

"Do... you want the child?"

"I would prefer to give them a shot at life than to not."

"Then... okay. We can have the child... if you want too. This shouldn't only be my choice, it should also be yours. I may hate children to a degree but, I cannot hate you and your choices."

"Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah. Now, if it's a boy, can we name it Benedict Wigglestein III?"

"No."

»--•--«

🔥 The sound of the collected family in the hospital's main room rung freely as the members of the Uno Family and the Wigglestein Family all wondered how you were doing in the delivery room. Ever since your screams stopped, Monty couldn't help but fear you were hurt to the point of possible surgery

🔥 All of a sudden, his brother walked out of the doors with a mixture of both traumatized and happiness written on his face, though it was mainly in his eyes

"Ben? How's Y/N and the baby?"

"I... I have twins..."

"Wait- twins?! Aw! A boy and a girl?"

🔥 Monty smiled at his wife before ushering his brother back into your room and patting his shoulder in assurance. And he couldn't help but chuckle as his brother walked into the room where you and your children no doubt were

🔥 He couldn't be anymore proud of him

••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●•

»»—————————————-　Vilgax　—————————————-««

🐙 While living for many years as a Warlord was something that many only viewed your husband as being, it was his closest allies and people that saw who he was outside of his work; a loyal and caring husband

🐙 As a member of the Chimera Sui Generis species, training for battle was a big part of your childhood. And when you first met your future spouse by training to be top-servers of your planet, he was smitten

🐙 Overtime you witnessed the destruction and new colonization of planets. And since you serves as his right-hand, Vilgax and you would see many types of families, the most common being fathers, mothers and their children

🐙 And seeing the male and female members of the army grow and expand with their families adding more members, you couldn't help but wonder; would this ever happen for you and Vilgax?

🐙 Normally he was busy with his work, so getting a decent time to speak one-on-one with your husband was hard. Nonetheless trying to talk about something so important to both you and your lives together

🐙 You were beginning to lose faith in actually talking to him, but when one of Vilgax's best men came inside of the control room you turned around and recognized him to be the one who always guarded the emergency medic and doctor's zone of the ship

"What is it you need, Soldier Axiomar?"

"Doctor Xiliv has requested her for a quick check-up, since she has been complaining of some stomach issues as of late."

"Alright. Would you like me to accompany you, Y/N?"

"I think I'll be alright... really."

🐙 Giving you a kiss on the forehead, Vilgax focused back on the coordinates of their way to Earth. You just nodded to Axiomar as he lead you to the medical room where Xiliv was waiting

🐙 Deep inside as you sat on the frequently cleaned chair, you knew what the Doctor and Medic were going to say

"Your highness, it appears that you- well."

"I know."

"Do you want us to tell Lord Vilgax or not?"

"He'll find out either way, but I'll tell him, it just makes it easier for me."

"Understood."

🐙 As the large alien walked through the halls to his and your shared quarters, he wondered why you had been acting far more nervous and weary throughout the rest of the day. Maybe you had some kind of illness?

🐙 The sound of the doors opening and closing behind your form made you spin around quick. And Vilgax merely chuckled, from calm and composed to having their guard-up in no time. You really were a soldier by heart

"Y/N. What is it you needed to speak about? It better not be something I cannot fix. Because that would be near impossible. I would destroy the galaxy for you."

"It's no illness. Unless you consider a child an illness."

"Pardon, a what?"

»--•--«

🐙 Despite his initial hesitation in being a father and raising a young Chimera Sui Generis, but after gaining advice from some of his closest allies, some would say friends, he gained the extra bravery to face the next step in life with you

🐙 He stood beside your bed as you chuckled at the sight of your baby girl. Long tentacles in the shape of elongated human hair, a small, pink wrap being around her as her tiny red eyes blinked while giggles rang through the room

"She's beautiful."

"Just like you, love."

"What should we name her?" Doctor Xiliv asked.

"How about Shaviv? It means ray of life."

"It's perfect."

••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●•

»»——————————-　 Lord Garmadon 　——————————-««

🌋 This guy has never seen himself as an ideal parent. I mean, he literally was bitten by a serpent that made him an evil tyrant in the end and he didn't take a part in his son growing up due to his unfortunate incident

🌋 And while he praises himself on not being the man he once was before, there was always a lingering bit in his heart that stayed away from being corrupted. A piece of the old Garmadon in there. Hidden away

🌋 Over time he switched from evil to good, and that was how he met you

🌋 You were the sister of Ray, the previous Master of Fire before Kai took up the mantle. Growing up with Ray meant you were also trained in the art of being a ninja, though it was with the element of light that you controlled and not fire

🌋 Over the time of them being missing, you raised your niece, Nya, and nephew, Kai, and helped Garmadon's brother, Wu, train them and their friends. And as the serpent-bitten male grew into darker habits, you remained a beckon that he couldn't help but admire

🌋 Once he redeemed himself and helped fight against many enemies alongside you and the kids, he began to get close to both you and your old friend/next-door neighbor, Vinny Folson. And let's just say that the closeness evolved beyond simple friendship

🌋 While Misako was reluctant to accept Garmadon had another lover, she noticed just how caring you were and she began to bond with you with her ex-husband and son. In fact, she was the one to ask if you two were planning on taking the next step from just marriage to having children, much to you and his fluster

🌋 After the incident of the question with Misako. Garmadon told Vinny that you two would be out for a few days and that if he needed something, he could call. And as you two began to travel to a remote and well-taken-care-of cabin just outside of Ninjago, he began to let out a small amount of chit-chat

"Hey, Y/N... I have a question."

"What is it?"

"With what Misako said yesterday... at dinner. I was wondering if- you know."

"If I wanted kids?"

"Yeah... and I understand if you wouldn't! I'm not the best guy to have children with, just ask my ex-wife."

"Garmadon!"

🌋 Spinning his head to look at you, Garmadon watched you with observant eyes as you smiled gently and held his hand with one of yours and his face with the other. And he smiled as you nodded, small tears pricking his eyes as you laid your forehead upon one another's

»--•--«

🌋 The sound of cries erupting from a woman's hands made the people sitting in the waiting room look up in surprise and slight glee. Seven of the large group looked at the nurse and she took them all back, warning them that you would probably need some space

"Is that..."

"It is. Everyone, meet Nisshoku."

"Aw! I have a nephew now! Let's go!"

"Shut it, Ray."

385 notes · View notes

goofs-and-readers · 9 months ago

Text

Father x Reader (Headcanons)

AN: Here's the second headcanon list that I've prewritten! I wanted to disregard fanon a bit and instead try to capture his energy from the show, hence the silliness.

Tags: Father, romantic, GN reader.

Surprisingly less reserved with his affection than most people would think. While he definitely wouldn’t be doing PDA or verbal affirmations all of the time, he’d still enjoy it on occasion.

Actually, this guy is sillier than expected when it comes to a lot of different things - like, c’mon. “Do you wanna watch CARTOONS? On the TELEVISION???” There’s no way that this man isn’t an absolute goof. He probably loves using really cringey pet names like “shmookums” or “honey-muffin.”

In full seriousness though, this man can still be pretty intimidating. He has a reputation to uphold, after all.

This might cause some problems when you first met (or even when you started dating). He’s very quick to anger, so, chances are, he frightened you quite a bit early on.

You’d probably have to sit him down and talk about it. While he may not like it, he’s gonna need to get a better grip on his rage if he ever wants to make this a long-term relationship. He doesn’t do flings.

On another note, it would probably take a few months of dating before he ever gets comfortable enough to be without his shadow suit in front of you. He feels like his normal form is an embarrassment - an affront to his villain persona. If you really like the way he looks without it though, then… he guesses that it wouldn’t be too bad for him to not wear it a little bit more often. Never outside of the house, though!

#codename kids next door #kids next door #knd #knd x reader #father #father knd #father x reader #father knd x reader

53 notes · View notes

totallynoteggos · 5 months ago

Text

Mustard Time 😁

#kids next door #codename knd #codename kids next door #chad dickson #numbuh 274 #x reader #knd #chad knd #knd fanart #made by totallynoteggos

68 notes · View notes

kusagrasskusa · 2 years ago

Text

Eye for an Eye, ‘Til the World goes Blind

Masky X Reader, Hoodie X Reader, Ticci Toby X Reader

Hello my loves <3 I’m planning on something I haven’t done in a veryyyy long time. This will be a chapter story that I have been wanting to make for a little bit, but I aleays get kinda pressured by one shots I suppose. And here is the introduction! I will link my AO3 account as well as my Wattpad (god rest its soul), where you can also find this story if it’s more convinient. But, I do want to say that the tags on AO3 are knd of dark because this story will be DARK. It’s gonna have some dark romance lol.

Wattpad - AO3: AnotherBloodyMaryOnACross

Intro, Cha1, Cha2, Cha 3, Cha 4, (All other chapters!)

It wasn’t the first time she did this to Y/N, but this was the worst. It was pretty often that she would leave her stepdaughter in the car during the summer, winter, or just bad weather, to go play or take her son somewhere. It’s understandable why Martha would be so angry- after all, her husband cheated on her and had a daughter with a prostitute that now she has to raise. But it wasn’t Y/N’s fault for being born into the world, or that her father was unfaithful. Y/N had flirted with death in locked cars many times during summer when Martha would take Mateo to a playground, forcing Y/N to only be able to watch and be jealous. If only the kids’ father wasn’t at work as much, he’d noticed the abuse for himself.

But this time, as it snowed heavily, Mateo and Martha were together at a nearby playground; Martha helping him snow-glide and make snowmen with the other kids. Y/N sat in the freezing car for an hour at this point and the frostbite nipping at her little purple fingers felt miserable alongside the constant shivering and the cold nipping away at her flesh. She was only six years old, with fuzzy boots and thin pajamas- nothing suitable for the cold.

“M-Martha…” she chattered her teeth as she mumbled, cuddling herself in the back car seat. It hurt too much to talk at this point.

A sudden gush of wind hit her legs out of nowhere, making her gasp and shiver more. Her eyes darted to where it came from- the windows were closed, so where did the wind come from? She furrowed her eyebrows as she sat up on her seat, hugging her arms to her chest as she looked at the now-opened window. Who opened the door and how did she not hear it?

“Mateo..? Martha?” She whimpered as she slowly slid off the car seat and down onto the snow-filled ground. The sound of screaming and laughing of kids could be heard from behind her in the distance, where the entrance of the snow park was. But the way Y/N faced was the direction of the thick woods, covered in thick snow and untouched. But what stood out the most to her was the bright, little wood cabin that was tucked neatly in the woods. Why hadn’t she seen it before?

There was a random buzzing in her head, causing her to grab off her frostbitten ears in pain.

“Come. It’s warm in here.”

The voice came from her head, making her squint her eyes and shake off the buzziness. As she opened her eyes and looked up, she gasped at the sudden tall figure in front of her. There was a tall man, dressed in all black and with skin as white as the snow. But most importantly, he didn’t have a face. He bent over in front of her, extending his hand in her direction.

“Come. Do not be afraid.”

There was fear written all over the little six-year-old’s face as she took a step away from the monstrous man. Her eyes were wide as she pulled herself away. The man slowly cocked his head, before taking his hand back to his side.

“Well. If you wish to freeze to death, there is nothing I can do to stop you.” His voice rang loudly in her head, making her whimper. He stood up from his spot, taller than anyone else she’d ever seen before, and turned to walk away.

“W-Wait..!” She weakly said, holding her hand out. The man stopped in his tracks and cocked his head in her direction. She pouted her lip, making a sad face. “I-I just… Martha will be mad if I leave the car. And I-I don’t want to get in trouble.”

Although expressionless, there was a look of pity on the man’s face as he crouched down once more in front of her. “My dear,” his voice rang, “come with me. I can show you a way to make sure you will never have to worry about Martha or people like her ever again.”

Mixed feelings sprouted on the young girl’s worried face. But ultimately, she nodded her head and reached for his hand, to which he held her’s the same way that her loving dad did. It was comforting and drained her worries instantaneously as the two began walking towards the cabin. “H-Hey, mister…”

“Please, call me The Operator, Y/N,” his voice rang in her head. She furrowed her eyebrows, confused by that kind of name, and nodded her head.

“How are you going to stop Martha from making me in trouble?” the little girl asked, before a sly smile came onto her face. “And… hey, how did you know my name?”

The man opened the cabin door for her, allowing her to step inside and feel the lovely warmth of the giant fireplace and the smell of a warm soup in the kitchen. The girl smiled happily as she let go of his hand and ran to the fireplace. “It’s so nice in here!”

“Why the FUCK did you leave her in there alone!”

“Sir, I’m gonna need you to calm down!”

“If you never went and slept with that bitch, this never would have happened!”

“Mom! Where’s Y/N!”

“Get the kid.”

“Hey, little man, my name is Officer Lindsey and I’m gonna take you to a warm car with hot chocolate, okay?”

“Don’t take my son!”

“Ma’am, you’re under arrest for child endangerment…”

“Cheif, they found the little girl!”

Eyes turned towards the officer as he held out his little radio. “They found her in an abandoned cabin almost 5 miles out. The same cabin the Charleson family died in. There’s no footprints so they don’t know how she could’ve gotten that far on her own, and she won’t say how she got there. She said there was no one else with her there either.”

200 notes · View notes

cerberus253 · 23 days ago

Text

[Accidental] Father (KND) x Reader Short Fic

Father makes himself your Sugar Daddy, but you just end up complaining about kids and watching YouTube vids of them doing stupid things and getting hurt from it. Then he'd teach you to cook things, you eat a great dinner, then go out and see some show or something, I dunno.

Me: "So uh, when do we get in bed for you to pay me?"

Father: "Woah woah woah, what do you MEAN? We're just HANGING OUT?"

Me: "You...you do know what a 'Sugar Daddy' is, right?"

Father: "Yeah, I pay YOU in cool THINGS and ACTIVITIES in exchange for socializing, RIGHT?"

Me: "N-no... no that's not what it is at all!" continues to explain what a Sugar Daddy is

Father:

Father: "...is that what you were WAITING FOR this whole TIME? Did you not like what we DID TOGETHER??"

Me: "No-- I mean, I thought we were just gonna, ya know, and then you pay me with money, but I honestly really enjoyed what we did today already!"

Father: "...can we just call this a DATE and I pay you ANYWAY?? Maybe we can build UP to that intimate stuff for, uh, PERSONAL reasons and not monetary." 👉👈

#this was suppose to be a joke #ending at lisa #but then i ended it as a short fan fic #lol #codename kids next door #knd #father #benedict #wigglestein #husbando

7 notes · View notes

anonymousewrites · 11 months ago

Text

Logos and Pathos (AOS Edition) Chapter Six

AOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Six: Officers in Distress

Summary: Kirk goes too far and is jetted from the Enterprise, but the ship and its crew doesn't really have a good plan to stop Nero from destroying Celia.

“Have you confirmed Nero’s trajectory?” asked Spock, entering the bridge with (Y/N).

“Their trajectory suggests they’re headed towards…Celia, Captain,” said Uhura, glancing worriedly at (Y/N).

They tensed and swallowed. If Nero was heading towards Celia…their home planet could be destroyed. They could lose everyone. (Y/N) couldn’t have that happen. They couldn’t let it happen.

“Thank you, Lieutenant,” said Spock.

He nearly reached out to (Y/N), but in front of others, he couldn’t. Still, he looked at them, and when they made eye-contact, he nodded—an indication that Spock was there to support (Y/N). He wouldn’t let another planet be destroyed by Nero. He wouldn’t let more lives be lost.

“Are you alright, (Y/N)?” asked Uhura, standing to move to her friend’s side.

“…I’m worried,” said (Y/N) honestly. “But if we’re going to stop him, we have to keep a clear head and plan.”

“I’ll keep everyone in line,” said Uhura, nodding firmly. “I’ll make sure we’re running smoothly. I’ll do everything I can to help.”

(Y/N) forced a smile and squeezed Uhura’s hand. “Thank you.”

Uhura squeezed their hand in return.

“Celia may be his next stop, but we have to assume every Federation planet’s a target,” said Kirk, lounging in the Captain’s chair.

“Out of the chair,” said Spock coolly, and Kirk stood.

“Well, if the Federation is a target, why didn’t they destroy us?” asked Chekov.

“Why would they? Why waste weapons?” said Sulu sullenly. “We obviously weren’t a threat.”

“That’s not it,” said Spock. “He said he wanted me to see something. The destruction of my home planet.”

“And he wants me to see the same,” said (Y/N), furrowing their brow and curling their hand into a fist.

“How the hell did they do that, by the way?” snapped Bones, frustrated and angry at how helpless they were. “Where did the Romulans get that knd of weaponry?”

“The engineering comprehension necessary to artificially create a black hole may suggest an answer,” said Spock, holding onto any space for pure logic. “Such technology could theoretically be manipulated to create a tunnel through space-time.”

“Dammit, man, I’m a doctor, not a physicist,” said Bones, crossing his arms. “Are you suggesting they’re from the future?!”

“If you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth,” said Spock.

“How poetic,” muttered Bones.

“Then, what would an angry, future Romulan want with Captain Pike?” asked Kirk.

“As Captain, he does know details of Starfleet’s defenses,” said Sulu.

“What we need to do is catch up to that ship,” said Kirk. “Disable it, take it over, and get Pike back.”

“We are technologically outmatched in every way. A rescue attempt would be illogical,” said Spock.

“Nero’s ship would have to drop out of warp for us to overtake him,” added Chekov unhelpfully.

“Then what about assigning engineering crews to try and boost our warp gear?” suggested Kirk.

“Remaining power and crew are repairing radiation leaks on the lower decks,” said (Y/N) sympathetically.

“Okay, right, but there’s got to be some way—”

Spock cut Kirk off. “We must gather with the rest of Starfleet to balance the terms of the next engagement.”

“But how long do we have before he gets to Celia?” asked (Y/N). “We don’t have much time…I know that. And Kirk’s right, we have to do something. If we wait to confront them, Celia could—” They couldn’t finish the sentence and clenched their fists.

“(L/N)’s right,” said Kirk. “We should act now. By the time we’ve gathered, it’ll be too late. But you say he’s from the future, knows what’s going to happen, then the logical thing is to be unpredictable.”

“You are assuming that Nero knows how events are predicted to unfold,” said Spock. “To the contrary, Nero’s very presence has altered the flow of history, beginning with the attack on the USS Kelvin, culminating in the events of today, thereby creating an entire new chain of incidents that cannot be anticipated by either party.”

“An alternate reality?” said (Y/N) as his words sunk in.

“Precisely,” said Spock. “Whatever our lives might have been, if the time continuum was disrupted, our destinies have changed.” He turned to Sulu. “Mr. Sulu, plot a course to the Laurentian system warp factor three.”

“Spock, don’t do that. Running back to the rest of the fleet for a-a-a confab is a massive waste of time,” said Kirk.

“We don’t have time for it,” said (Y/N) desperately, fighting to remain composed in the face of the concept of losing their home.

“…We have orders from Captain Pike,” said Spock, avoiding their gaze. He was trying to stay on procedure. If he didn’t…he’d lose control, the loss of his planet and people too great to hold back without any string of logic to hold onto.

“He also ordered us to go back and get him,” said Kirk. “Spock, you’re captain now! You have to be—”

“I am aware of my responsibilities,” said Spock.

“Every second we waste, Nero’s getting close to his next target,” snapped Kirk, and (Y/N) winced as anger flashed through the room.

“That is correct and why I am instructing you to accept the fact that I alone—”

“I will now allow us to go backwards!” snapped Kirk.

“Jim!” shouted Bones.

“Instead of hunting Nero down!” finished Kirk.

Spock’s whole body tensed as every instinct, every human instinct, fought to get angry, to yell and scream that he knew but he wasn’t sure what to do. If he went to Celia and it was lost, he’d never be able to face (Y/N). If he went to the fleet, there was the barest chance of being able to fight Nero, and then, maybe, he’d be able to look (Y/N) in the eye.

But Spock knew it was all mere chance, the slightest possibility. However, he had to fight against the onslaught of illogical emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He needed to remain in control.

“Security. Escort him out,” said Spock.

Two officers moved forward and grabbed Kirk by the arms. He instantly thrashed against them, and (Y/N) took a step back at the anger burning around them.

“Jim,” warned Bones, trying to get him to calm down.

But Kirk refused to back down, fierce and defiant to the last. Spock stepped up and grabbed his neck. The Vulcan Nerve Pinch froze Kirk’s muscles, and he collapsed into the security guards’ arms while everyone on the bridge watched in surprise.

“Get him off this ship,” ordered Spock, and (Y/N) had never heard his voice so tight with subdued frustration and emotion.

Kirk was dragged out of the room to be deposited on a nearby Federation planet. He would survive, but he would not return to the Enterprise.

Spock looked around himself and straightened, determined to remain dutiful and honor Vulcan ways even in the midst of such loss. “Everyone, return to your duties. Calculate Nero’s trajectory and figure when precisely he will be arriving at Celia. We must contact other members of the fleet. If our radio can reach them earlier, alert me, and we can make arrangements.”

“Yes, sir,” said (Y/N), sitting down at their station. Their hands shook as they reached for their equipment, and they paused to breathe and compose themself. (Y/N) had to trust that Spock had a plan. They had to.

Otherwise, the terror of losing Celia would overcome them.

“Acting Captain Spock has marooned me on Delta Vega, what I believe to be a violation of security of security protocol 49.9, covering the treatment of prisoners aboard a starship,” grumbled Kirk into his communicator as he stomped through the snow of Delta Vega.

A growl made him freeze and turned around. A large, hulking creature loomed over him and roared. Kirk let out a shout and stumbled back. A crack spread through the snow and ice, and a larger monster burst out. Kirk cried out as the first creature was easily killed and ran for his life. The second monster followed him. Kirk screamed and fell, sliding down a hill towards a cave. Jumping inside, he cowered as the monster pursued him.

A figure stepped out of the shadow carrying a torch. The light and heat made the creature take a step back. The man waved the torch closer, scorching the monster. It ran away, leaving Kirk and the man on their home.

Kirk raised his head, and the figure stepped closer. Kirk blinked. The man was tall, white-haired, brown-eyed, and had pointed ears.

A Vulcan? wondered Kirk in shock.

“James T. Kirk,” said the man.

“Excuse me?” said Kirk, confused now.

“How did you find us?” asked the man.

“How do you know my name?” questioned Kirk.

“I have been, and always shall be, your friend,” said the man profoundly.

“You’re confusing him,” said another voice, and Kirk blinked as another figure stepped into the light.

They were similarly bundled up against the cold, but instead of Vulcan features, they had striking gold eyes paired with their greying hair.

“What…Who are you two?” asked Kirk.

“I am Spock,” said the man.

“I am (Y/N),” said the companion.

“…Bullshit.”

Despite his misgivings, Kirk didn’t have much of a choice and followed Spock Prime and (Y/N) Prime farther into the tunnel. They had fire; he needed warmth. Plus, if he was honest, Kirk couldn’t help but trust the pair—no matter who they were. They seemed to be telling the truth, though, which was strange enough.

“It is remarkably pleasing to see you again, old friend,” said Spock Prime. “Especially after the events of today.”

(Y/N) Prime reached out and touched Spock Prime’s arm in support. Spock Prime covered their hand in solemn thanks. Kirk’s eyes flicked to the rings on their fingers—one with a Vokaya stone and the other a blue one. He blinked in surprise, but he had no time to focus on that.

“Listen, I, uh, appreciate what you did for me today, but if you were Spock you would know we’re not friends at all. You hate me. You marooned me here for mutiny,” said Kirk. He looked at (Y/N) Prime. “You…You act like (L/N).”

“I should hope so,” said (Y/N) Prime wryly.

“Mutiny?” repeated Spock Prime.

“Uh, yeah,” said Kirk.

“You’re not Captain?” asked (Y/N) Prime.

“No, no. Um, you’re the Captain. Pike was taken hostage,” said Kirk.

“This timeline has so many small changes,” murmured (Y/N) Prime, sighing.

“This timeline?” repeated Kirk, thinking of what Spock had hypothesized. It sounded pretty convincing now that these two were acting so strange.

“Pike was taken by Nero,” said Spock Prime, furrowing his brow.

“What do you know about him?” asked Kirk, leaning in.

“He is a particularly troubled Romulan,” said Spock Prime.

“Not like Liviana at all,” said (Y/N) Prime, shaking their head.

“I don’t understand,” said Kirk.

“Please, allow me. It will be easier,” said Spock Prime, raising his hands towards Kirk’s temples.

“Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?” asked Kirk uneasily.

“A mind meld will let Spock show you what he knows,” said (Y/N) Prime.

They put a hand on his arm, and Kirk felt a wave of calm wash over him as (Y/N) Prime dampened his anxiety. He had never felt the power of empathic abilities before, and here it was. As he relaxed, Spock Prime put his fingers on Kirk’s temple.

“Our minds. One and together,” said Spock Prime, and the world fell away before Kirk’s eyes to let him see Spock Prime and (Y/N) Prime’s dealings with Nero.

“129 years from now, a star will explode and threaten to destroy the galaxy,” said (Y/N) Prime.

“This is where we are from, Jim. The future,” said Spock Prime.

“The star went supernova and consumed everything in its path,” said (Y/N) Prime.

“I promised the Romulans that I would save their planet,” said Spock Prime.

“I accompanied him to help,” said (Y/N) Prime.

“We outfitted our fastest ship. Using red matter, we would create a black hole, which would absorb the exploding star.”

“We were en route when disaster struck. The supernova destroyed Romulus before we could arrive.”

“We had little time. We had to extract the red matter and shoot it into the supernova.”

“As we began our return trip, we were intercepted.” (Y/N) Prime’s voice turned sorrowful.

“He called himself Nero. The last the Romulan Empire,” said Spock Prime.

“He was angry at our failure. He wanted to punish us,” said (Y/N) Prime, deeply understanding his pain.

Nero had lost everything. He was rightfully upset. But what he had done after…it was unjust to take his pain out on others.

“In our attempt to escape, all of us were pulled into the black hole,” explained Spock Prime. “Nero went through first. He arrived in this timeline first, twenty-five years ago.”

The U.S.S. Kelvin incident, thought Kirk, and Spock Prime and (Y/N) Prime indicated their acknowledgement through the Mind Meld.

“Nero spent the next twenty-five years awaiting our arrival,” continued (Y/N) Prime. “What was years to him was seconds to us due to the black hole.”

“When we fell through the black hole, Nero was waiting for us,” said Spock. “He still held us responsible for the destruction of his home world. He captured our vessel and spared our lives for one reason—so that we would know his pain.”

“He beamed us down here so we could watch his vengeance. He was helpless to save Romulans, and Spock was helpless to save Vulcan,” said (Y/N) Prime sorrowfully.

“Billions of lives lost because of me, Jim. Because I failed,” said Spock Prime.

The Mind Meld ended, and Kirk jerked back to reality. His chest heaved as tears ran down his face. Instantly, (Y/N) Prime’s empathy ran through him to steady him.

“Forgive me. Emotional transference is an effect of the Mind Meld,” said Spock Prime. “I thought (Y/N) may be able to mitigate it, but it seems not.”

“We’ve been through a lot, Spock. It’s alright,” said (Y/N) Prime gently.

“So…you do feel?” Kirk took deep breaths.

“Yes,” said Spock Prime, nodding. (Y/N) smiled softly and nodded.

“Going back in time, you changed all our lives,” said Kirk, finally wrapping his head around him.

“Jim, we must go. There is a Starfleet outpost not far from here,” said Spock Prime, rising.

“We have to face Nero before he hurts more people,” said (Y/N) Prime. “His anger is a fire. He wants to burn everything.”

“Wait,” said Kirk. “Where you came from…did I know my father?”

Spock Prime nodded. “Yes. You often spoke of him as being your inspiration for joining Starfleet.”

“He saw you become Captain of the Enterprise. He was proud,” said (Y/N) Prime.

“Captain?” repeated Kirk.

“Of a ship we must return you to as soon as possible,” said Spock Prime.

“Let’s go, Jim,” said (Y/N) Prime.

Far away from Delta Vega, the Enterprise was still flying towards the Laurentian system.

“Warp three, sir,” said Sulu.

“Course 1-5-1-Mark-3, Laurentian system, sir,” said Chekov.

“Thank you, gentlemen,” said Spock from the Captain’s chair.

“You wanted to see me?” said Bones, stepping onto the bridge.

“Yes, Doctor.” Spock stood from his seat. “I am aware that James Kirk is a friend of yours. I recognize that supporting me as you did must have been difficult.”

“Is that a thank you?” said Bones sarcastically.

“I am simply acknowledging your difficulties,” said Spock.

“Permission to speak freely, sir,” said Bones, and (Y/N) felt his emotions rise.

This’ll be quite something, thought (Y/N).

“I welcome it,” said Spock.

“Do you?” Bones raised a brow and scoffed. “Okay, then.” He glared. “Are you out of your Vulcan mind?” Everyone on the bridge blinked and turned around in surprise. “ Are you making the logical choice, sending Kirk away? Probably, but the right one?” Bones scoffed. “You know, back home we got a saying, ‘If you’re gonna ride in the Kentucky Derby, you don’t leave your prize stallion in the stable.’ ”

He’s definitely got guts, thought (Y/N).

“A curious metaphor, Doctor, as a stallion must first be broken before it can reach its potential,” said Spock almost sarcastically.

“My god, man. You could at least act like it was a hard decision,” retorted Bones.

“I intend to assist in the effort to reestablish communication with Starfleet. However, if crew morale was better served by my roaming the halls weeping, I will gladly defer to your medical expertise,” said Spock sarcastically, cuttingly. “Excuse me.” He turned away to face (Y/N) and their station.

“Green-blooded hobgoblin,” huffed Bones, stalking out of the bridge.

“Spock, picking a fight with him won’t make you feel better,” murmured (Y/N).

“…I apologize,” said Spock.

“Tell that to him,” said (Y/N) sternly. They were laying all their trust into his intellect to save their planet. They didn’t have time for infighting.

“I will help Celia, (Y/N),” said Spock quietly. “I will.” He couldn’t save Vulcan. he wouldn’t let Celia be destroyed.

Taglist:

@a-ofzest

@grippleback-galaxy

@genderfluid-anime-goth

@groovy-lady

@im-making-an-effort

@unending-screaming

@h-l-vlovesvintage

@neenieweenie

@keylimeconstellation

@wormwig