#yandad

[pineconepie]

hihi! could you write vincent and reader shenanigans for christmas or the holidays in general?

This is probably the most wholesome thing I've written XD

"Dad, it's snowing!" You shake Vincent awake, jumping up and down on the bed excitedly. You had woken up to see the world covered in white, ice sticking to the windows, flakes fluttering down to the ground. "Wake uuuuup."

The man groans softly, reaching over to you and pulling you into bed with him, chuckling under his breath when you whine. "Mmm, shhh... sleepy time, munchkin." His voice comes out hoarse and scratchy from sleep.

"But Dad—" you begin to say, but stop short when he rolls on top of you. You gasp, struggling to push him off of you, laughing despite your best efforts. "Daaaaaaad. You're heavy!"

"Maybe you're just weak," he teases, yawning. His eyes slowly open as he shifts so that he isn't crushing you anymore, holding you against his chest tightly instead. "Alright, alright... I'm getting up..." He kisses your forehead and ruffles your hair before sliding out of the bed. Vincent stretches for a second, groaning as his bones crack, then looks out the window, watching the snow falling silently. "Huh... so it is. Guess the forecast was right."

"Can I go outside and play in it?" you ask, tilting your head up at him. "Please?"

"Nuh-uh. It's too early, (Y/n)," he replies. "Let me wake up a little more first before you start running around like crazy." He shakes his head fondly as he slips on a robe. "I guess a cozy breakfast is in order."

"Can I eat breakfast after I play in the snow?" you beg. "I promise I'll come back when you say."

Vincent gives you a stern look. "You need energy to run around in the snow," he explains patiently, yet firmly. "No playing without eating something beforehand."

He lumbers to the kitchen, still tired, and with you trailing behind. Once inside, you climb up onto one of the stools lining the counter, watching him work around the kitchen. Vincent puts two slices of bread in the toaster, setting them to toast, grabbing various ingredients out of the fridge.

The man glances at you when he realizes you're staring at him intently. He grins. "Whatcha thinking about, kiddo?"

"How I'm going to win a snowball fight against you," you answer without missing a beat.

Vincent chuckles. "I've got an impressive amount of upper body strength and accuracy, sweetheart. If you really want to win, you need a strategy—which for the record, I'm an expert at strategy, too. You are... what do the kids like to say now? Cooked?" He grabs a bottle of orange juice and pours it into a cup, pushing it towards you.

"Everyone has a weakness," you respond. "I'll find yours."

He smirks. "Good luck."

Breakfast is eaten quietly. You eat all your food (otherwise Vincent gives you his Disapproving Dad Face) before gulping down your juice, waiting impatiently for Vincent to finish as well. Once he does, you rush off to get ready—shoes, scarf, hat, gloves, jacket—all so you could go play in the snow outside. Vincent follows suit, taking his time to slip on boots and a large coat.

The two of you walk into the elevator and descend down the building together, walking side by side out into the courtyard area of the complex. Already you see a few others having snowball fights, making snowmen and such. You smile brightly and drag Vincent further into the snow, marveling at everything.

Before you know it, you're kneeling down and building your own little fort for defense purposes. You look up, to see him simply watching. "Aren't you gonna start with yours?"

"Who says I need a fort, silly? You forget who I am." Vincent grins mischievously, already getting getting his snowballs prepared.

You're already aiming, throwing the first hit to his shoulder. He laughs, and suddenly the battle ensues.

Both of you are cackling like mad men while the cold hits your skin and the wind picks up speed around you both. As the sun rises higher into the sky above your heads, the air becomes colder yet still somehow refreshing and crisp; perfect weather to enjoy this particular activity.

Even though Vincent is winning, you can tell he's going easy on you. You're sure if he was using all of his strength, you'd probably be dead. But he never throws harder than he needs to, or faster than necessary either; rather opting to maintain a consistent pace throughout the whole ordeal. Every once in a while he'll stop just long enough to allow you a brief reprieve before restarting again.

Through it, you think back to his weaknesses. He doesn't have any that you know of.

Except...

You hide behind your wall of defense and stash a ton of snowballs together, prepped for attack.

"Dad!" you cry out dramatically.

You don't need to say anything else for Vincent to run straight to you, out of his defense and forgetting about his snowballs. Immediately he wraps his arms around you, lifting you into his chest, looking into your eyes. "Baby, what's wrong?!" He hugs you tightly. "What happened? Are you hurt?"

Your heart twists from guilt, but you decide to go for it. The element of surprise would be ruined otherwise.

"My hand..." you whine. Just when he looks at your hand, you grab the snowballs and chuck them at him, cackling like a true cartoon villain.

"I won, I won!"

Vincent is surprised at first, blinking from how his face is now wet and full of snow. Then he laughs with you, ruffling your hair. "You little brat!" You raise another snowball threateningly, to which he laughs again, holding up his arms in a gesture of peace. "Okay! Okay, you win! You found my weakness! But for the record, I think that's what some would consider cheating."

"I didn't claim I was hurt or in trouble or whatever," you reason. "All I said was 'Dad.'" To make up for it, you brush some snow from his shoulders with your gloved hands.

He pretends to be offended. "Sneaky. Were you always evil, or did my own influence corrupt you?"

"I guess I learned from the best," you chuckle. Your hands instinctively grip his sleeves tighter. "Since I won, you owe me something! I don't know what yet, but I'll think about it!"

"I've created a monster," Vincent sighs dramatically. "Come on, you can think about what you want when we warm up inside. Its starting to get pretty chilly out here."

"It is," you agree, shivering. Despite wearing layers, the chill still reaches you, even seeping through your socks.

When you get inside and change out of your cold, wet clothes, Vincent starts the fireplace in the living room, grabbing hot chocolate packets from the cupboard. He uses the kettle on the stove to boil water and carefully makes two cups - one for him, and one for you, filled to the brim with marshmallows and whip cream. Then he plops down beside you, browsing through all the movies to fit the theme for the holidays.

"What's your favorite festive movie from all of these?" he asks, scrolling through the options.

"It's hard to choose," you answer. "What about yours?"

"Die Hard, of course."

"That's not—"

"Don't ruin my joy and whimsy," Vincent playfully scolds. "Not like I'd let you watch it anyway. Rated R films would destroy your precious mind."

You roll your eyes. "Am I not sitting in the same room with a guy that kills people for a living?"

"What did I just say about my joy and whimsy?" He snickers at your expression. "Anyway, a more age-appropriate answer would be The Muppet Christmas Carol. That was probably my favorite as a kid."

"Woah, didn't know movies existed in the prehistoric ages."

"Just for that remark, I'm picking what we watch."

[itsabouttimex2]

Can you write something about platonic yandere with Dilyuk or Almond Cookie?

Yandere Father Almond Cookie

You aren’t happy here. He knows it. You can try to hide it if you’d like, but your father knows you all too well. And there’s no hiding the truth from him.

Nothing has ever been able to hide from him. He unravels secrets and mysteries for a living, snuffing out the truth wherever it hides, no matter how deep it’s been buried. He pulls those truths from the mouths of liars, from the evidence on scene, from his own sharpened intuition.

And your unhappiness is the clearest thing he’s ever seen. The lack of focus in your eyes, your uncoordinated footsteps, the way you’ve been scraping at the dough on your hands while you’re lost in thought.

You’ve been daydreaming again. You always daydream when you start feeling lonely. It seems to be much of what you do these days.

“It isn’t safe enough for you to leave the house. Not yet.”

He never does specify when ‘yet’ is. You don’t think he ever will. Some cynical part of yourself wonders if that far off ‘yet’ will ever come.

It had been one single accident that had landed you on house arrest, through no fault of your own. But it hasn’t mattered whether you had been at fault, not to your father. All that had mattered was that a stray blast of magic; from a mage practicing unlawfully and recklessly, had hit you head on, nearly entirely crumbling the dough of your right arm. You had fallen backwards and hit the ground, jam oozing from the wounds.

Your father had been first on the scene, as usual. A long life of both solving and resolving incidents had left him weary and prepared for most of what the world had to offer him.

Ready for anything but one of his two children lying flat on the ground, dough crumbled and oozing, crying weakly in a curled up ball.

And now, he spends every waking moment acting like it happened just yesterday. Your arm is long healed, tiny white lines across your arm being the only sign of any wound or injury, your jam levels steady and healthy.

Still, he can’t get the image out of his head.

Crying. Bleeding. Broken.

So you have to stay inside, for your own good. If something has happened once, it can happen again. Even though he’s seen to the imprisonment of that careless Cookie that dared harm you, the thought that you might get hurt again sends chills down his dough. You got lucky once. There’s no way to ensure that you’ll get lucky again.

Almond Cookie doesn’t live his life recklessly, and neither will you. No leaving it up to luck, no letting the cards fall where they may, no risking it all on a gamble.

Instead, he’ll keep you locked safely inside, getting to freely roam the house with only Constable Whiskers for company. And though the little black cat does an admirable job of combating your loneliness, he just isn’t a replacement for other Cookies.

Thankfully, this isolation won’t be permanent. His intention truly isn’t to leave you locked up forever, to tend to you until his dough wears out. He will genuinely allow you to leave when he thinks that the world has grow safe enough to accommodate you.

He just doesn’t know when that will be.

[darkestspring]

Can you do Yanmom + Rhaenyra + Yandad Daemon with dragon seed reader daughter of daemon who rides the cannibal with Yandere Lucerys + Yandere Rhaena as fiancée?

you were rhaenyra's first child, her beloved daughter who she loved above everything else. she loved all her children equally but you were special, a lovely child who she wanted to protect. you reminded her of her mother so much, so she had to protect you from wicked vultures and unkind people.

she kept you close to her, instructing jace and luke to protect you despite being three years older than luke and a year older than jace. they acted as rabid guard dogs, always keeping people away from you.

both of your brother's were very fond of you, the same way your mother way, you didn't get along with any nobles, so this was normal in your eyes. If jace and luke ended up maiming someone in their pursuit of protecting you, then that person probably deserved it in your eyes.

You remained dragonless, your dragon egg never hatching which had saddened you, that was until dragonstone. You were sad to see Ser Harwin go, you liked him a lot, he always spent time with the three of you when your mother wasn't there. But dragonstone was beautiful.

It was long after you moved there that you encountered the cannibal while exploring. You were curious as you approached him. He raises his head and let out a snorting sound as he looked back down.

"Good boy." You murmured in valyrian, your hand rubbing against his scales softly. He didn't protest, a purring sound leaving his chest. You beamed up at him.

He let you mount him and ride him, everyone was amazed and terrified by it, luke eagerly approached you, hands clinging to your clothes, making cannibal stare at him before letting out a growled sound that smoothed into a purr as you pet him.

Cannibal might not have been the oldest but he was your lovely boy.

Daemon couldn't stop staring at you, even throughout all of the funeral as luke held your hand, you were looking after jace and luke. You looked so much like rhaenyra, but you looked like him too. it was hard to miss but rhaenyra looked away from him, he watched her murmur something to you and you guided luke and jace towards his daughters.

Luke wasn't sure when it started, the incessant need for you approval, the thought that he'd even kill someone if only you'd smile at him and always be by his side. He loved you, he didn't want you to be with anyone else.

Aemond had become interested in you, so he followed along with the prank of him with the pig just to make sure aemond's interest stopped. he would never be worthy of you, no one was but him. His mother had already said he could marry you. You were his sister, he would always protect you, and he'd marry you and live a happy life. if he had to deal with aemond, so be it.

the next time line of events confused you. You were sleeping with luke when you were woken up by jace, baela, and rhaena. your mother had told you to help them, to comfort them as they were your cousins so when they said there was trouble, you got out of your bed and followed after them.

after the first hit you took for baela, everything was blurry, your head hit on a rock, you barely made out luke's rage and him injuring aemond.

a maester was looking over your bleeding head as your vision blurred when your mother rushed in, daemon coming in after her, not that you noticed.

She gasped, calling out your name as she noticed you were bleeding more than your younger brothers. "Let me see," She urged, eyeing the blood trailing down your forehead.

It was a blur of events, you later learned that alicent tried to hurt your mother and then have you betrothed to aemond, which she deflected by engaging you to luke.

It wasn't a bad series of events. your brothers and cousins clung to you a little tighter now.

"You got hurt for me." Baela muttered, looking guilty as bandages were wrapped around your head.

"I'll be fine. as long as everyone's fine, then it was worth it." You assured her, glancing towards Rhaena as she held on to your hand.

Rhaena got the feeling of wanting to kill aemond. he hurt you, you who protected them and comforted them. How dare he?

Rhaena would kill him one day, she swore it.

[anxiousnerdwritings]

I imagine riddlers kid would be like powder from arcane. " What are you working on?" " A bomb!"🥰 " Good job kid keep it up." 😊

Yan!dad!Riddler, seeing his bby working away at something: What are you doing, kiddo?

Y/n, completely nonchalantly: Making a puzzle bomb that can only be defused if you answer three riddles correctly. If you get one wrong then you go boom.

Yan!dad!Riddler: My precious bby is so creative!!!🥰😭💕💞

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

Raindrop: Platonic Yandere Neuvillette x young sister of Favonius reader.

Age: 15. Reader Chan is a young sister of the church of Favonius, while visiting a friend in Fontaine reader Chan catch’s the attention of the chief of justice, who immediately falls in love with her (in a fatherly way read the title) and would do anything to get her even if it means breaking the law.

Warning: Stalking, Yandere (platonic) Neuvillette, d3@th, Kidnapping, reader chan gets to keep her vision (I see a lot of fanfics where the yandere takes reader’s vision but in this one, the yandere lets reader keep it) and this is platonic no romance or anything inappropriate.

BF/N- Best friend’s name

You are helping Barbara heal Bennett and Razor, the poor boys got into a bad fight with Hilichurls and some Fatui while hunting rabbits “Alrighty boys, you two should go rest and not use your arms for awhile.” You said wrapping up Razors arm “Thank you shinning Y/N and shining Barbara.” Razor said happily making you smile “Yeah thanks guys, sorry for always troubling you two, man I can’t even go hunting without my bad luck.” Bennette said sheepishly “It’s no trouble Benny.” You said using Bennett’s nickname making him smile “Y/N! You should go on vacation, you work hard.” Bennett said “Yes Y/N! You’ve been very busy lately, I think it’s time you took a vacation.” Barbara said with worry “But I can’t leave my parents, especially with my dad having a bad back.” You said “Ahh, Y/N there you are, an invitation came for you from BF/N.” Your mother said walking towards you with your father “Really?” You asked taking the letter and opening it, the letter read.

Dear Y/N I would love for you to visit me in Fontaine, we haven’t seen each other since I left Mondstadt and I want you to meet some friends here, I’m sure you’ll love them.

With Love BF/N.

PS two of my friends are having a magic show here in two weeks, I hope to see you.

As you read the letter, you were conflicted on whether to go or not but your parents already decided for you “I think you should go my dear.” Your mom said gently “You’re mother’s right dear, you’ve been working very hard and you haven’t seen BF/N in years.” Your father said “But-“ you tried to protest but no one was having it “We may be old but not that old, your mother and I still have some pep in our steps.” You’re father said “I’ll be happy to allow you to take time off to get ready for your trip.” Barbara said.

A smile graced your lips “Alright then, I’ll get packing right now.” You said going home to get packing for Fontaine and to wright back to BF/N.

The next week:

Once you’re finished packing, it was time to go to Fontaine.

After saying goodbye to your parents and friends you set off to Fontaine, of course there were bumps on the road with the monsters, Fatui, treasures hoarders and Abyss but you meet interesting people along the way like Chongyun, Xingqui, Xinyan, Yanfei, Xiangling, Gaming, Layla, Nilou, Sethos ect and you saw many great places such as Liyue Harbor with the Jade Chamber floating above it, Sumeru city, Aaru village and the Vourukasha Oasis with the Harvisptokhm tree floating above it.

After walking across the Sumeru desert with Vahumatra Cyno who told you hilarious jokes that you couldn’t help but laugh at, you made it to where the boarders of Sumeru ended and you can see Fontaine in all its glory.

You’ve read books and seen pictures of the nation of Justice but it was even more beautiful in person.

After thanking Cyno and paying him (which he tried to decline but you insisted) you glided down to the Waverider and road It to the entrance of Fontaine.

After going through the elevator you waited for the Aquabus while reading one of your favorite fantasy novels “Flowers for Princess Fischl! That’s a great novel series.” Someone said, looking up you saw a familiar girl with dirty blond hair in a braid wearing Mondstadt clothing making you smile and squeal “By Barbatos it’s been so long.” You said hugging the older girl happily “I missed you so much.” She said happily.

You happily patted a spot for BF/N to sit on the bench then you both began catching up, she explained what happened in Fontaine and you explained what happened in Mondstadt until the Aquabus came.

After a five or ten minute ride and the guide telling you interesting things about Fontaine and pointing to land marks, the bus stoped at the court of Fontaine “Your going to love it here Y/N, there’s so much to see and do.” BF/N said taking your hand and walking you to her house to drop your bags off “Ah, BF/N there you are.” Said a voice turning around you saw a silver haired young man wearing a top hat with shorts and a white button up walking towards you with a silver haired young woman with cat ears and a tail wearing a romper with tights underneath and a white long sleeve blouse “Is she your friend from Mondstadt?” The cat eared girl asked “Hello, I’m Y/N! Y/N L/N.” You said placing a hand over your heart “Any friend of BF/N’s is a friend of ours, I’m Lyney and this is my sister.” The boy you now know as Lyney said “Lynette, it’s a pleasure to meet you Y/N.” Lynette said with a gentle smile until a boy with bobbed Platinum blond hair wearing black and gold trimmed clothing came over “Hey guys, what’s going on?” He asked “Freminet, this is the friend from Mondstadt BF/N told us about.” Lyney told the younger male you now know as Freminet “The one she said is a sister of Favonius?” Freminet ask “It’s nice to meet you Freminet.” You said with a warm smile “The pleasure is all mine.” He said gently “Miss BF/N, there is an emergency that needs your attention.” A woman said fearfully “Now? Sorry Y/N I have to see what happened this time.” BF/N said sadly “It’s ok, I’ll just explore the court and we can tour Fontaine after the show tomorrow.” You assured BF/N “Ok then, I’ll make it up to you after I’m done with the emergency or after the show.” She said “We have to finish preparing for the show tomorrow, see you tomorrow Y/N.” Lyney said but before leaving Lynette pointed out the restaurants and Cafes in the court.

You began walking around the court and met so many people and Melusine, you saw Gardemeks and tried Fontaine cuisine when all of a sudden you accidentally bumped into someone “Sorry about that sir, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You said looking up to see a tall man with long milky white and blue streaked hair in a low ponytail held in place by a black ribbon and he wore blue and gold trimmed clothes and he had a Caine “Quite alright young lady.” He said turning around but when he saw you he had shock in his violet eyes “May I have your name young Miss?” He asked, shock in his voice “Y/N L/N! And you sir?” You asked “Neuvillette.” He said “Nice to meet you Mister Neuvillette.” You said “Please, just call me Neuvillette.” He said “Ah, there you are Y/N, I see you’ve meet Monsieur Neuvillette.” BF/N said walking over and slinging an arm over your shoulder “How did the emergency go?” You asked “A new worker was having trouble with some documents but we figured something out” she said both of you unaware of a pair of dark and jealous violet eyes.

The next day:

You and BF/N sat at the front row seats with Neuvillette at the seat next to you, staring at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world but with a look of malice at BF/N.

You watched as Lyney turned cards into doves, doing disappearing acts with Lynette and pulled animals from his hat then it was time for the grand finale where he gave a bouquet of flowers to a kid but the flowers flew up into the air and became fireworks thus ending the show.

After the show BF/N took you, Freminet and the twins to a cafe as a treat “I really loved the disappearing act.” You said “Thank you Y/N.” Lyney said as the waitress came with your drinks and asked for your orders.

After getting your food you all dig in then BF/N payed the bill and you all went home but you are unaware that tonight things were about to change for the worst, at BF/N’s house outside the court of Fontaine she said she was taking a nap to digest the food, you decided to write to your parents about your experience in Fontaine so far and that you made new friends.

As your writing you heard a scream from BF/N’s room, scared that something was wrong you went to her room.

Slowly opening the door you weren’t prepared for what you were about to see.

On the ground in a pool of blood was BF/N, her lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling “BF/N!!!” You screamed running towards to her to feel her pulse.

When your in front of BF/N you began feeling her cold body for a pulse only to find non, scared your about to run out to get help when you saw Neuvillette standing at the doorway, holding a bloody knife, gulping you stepped back only for him to come closer “I’ll finally have you my new daughter.” Neuvillette said standing in front of you but you pushed him away and made a bolt for the door only to find it locked then you tried the back door and the windows all of them were locked “Y/N! Stop this foolishness and let’s go home.” Neuvillette said until you grabbed a chair and threw it through the window about to make a run for it when a strong pair of arms wrapped around you “Now now my dear, let’s not make things difficult.” He said holding you up as you scratched and kick until you kicked him where the sun doesn’t shine and ran for the ocean to escape through the water then glided to Chenyu Vale.

After arriving at Yilong Wharf you called for a boat, after it stops at Qiaoying Village you paid the man named Sun Rao mora (Does anyone else have more Mora then they know what to do with?) then began your journey across Liyue and you won’t be stopping until you reached the stone gates.

After you finally reached the stone gates by mid morning, you saw the dawn winery and Mondstadt city ahead then began running to the city.

Once your in the city you ran to your house to find your parents quite surprise “Dear, what happened?” Your mother asked concern etched on hers and your father’s elderly faces.

You explained what happened but you couldn’t bring yourself to say who killed BF/N for the mention of Neuvillette’s name sent shivers down your spine, your parents ushered you into your childhood home with your mother going to make you tea and your father going to get Barbara.

You couldn’t believe what had happened, one minute BF/N was with you while eating and laughing and the next Neuvillette came and took that away, you wanted to know why he did it? What was he trying to accomplish? What did he want with you? As all those questions went through your head, your father came back with Barbara “Y/N, what happened?” She asked seeing how destress you are.

You explained to the deaconess what happened after the magic show but once again the thought of saying his name sent shivers down your spine again “Oh, Y/N I’m so sorry.” Barbara said hugging you.

Your parents and Barbara stayed by your side to console you.

After crying for a while Barbara suggested you two went out for a walk “I would like that very much.” You said.

You and Barbara walked to Windrise where you felt the comfort of the tree and wind then you went to Starsnatch cliff.

After the walk you two returned to the city to see Jean talking to someone you thought you got away from after escaping Fontaine “Y/N! What’s wrong?” Barbara asked seeing you scared unaware of the white haired male talking to her older sister “Let’s go in through the back gate.” You said grabbing her hand.

After going through the back and carefully avoided being seen by “him” you arrived at the cathedral “Y/N, why are you so fidgety?” Barbara asked until you two heard Jean’s voice “I’m sorry Mister Neuvillette, but I can’t give you Y/N’s personal Info, Iudex or not.” She said “And why not?!” Neuvillette asked, clearly losing his patience “I’m sorry Mister Neuvillette, but we can’t do that and she has parents.” Lisa said putting her foot down “What do you want with our child?” Your father asked angrily with your mother also angry “I’m quite curious myself.” Kaeya said walking out of the Favonius HQ leaving Neuvillette surrounded “Can we discuss this tomorrow sir? it’s late.” Jean asked, clearly tired making everyone agree and return home but Neuvillette was escorted to an inn.

Sighing in relief that Neuvillette is gone, you and Barbara didn’t noticed Amber behind you “Y/N!Thank Barbatos I found you, Your folks asked me to take you to HQ so you could be safe.” She said taking you to the HQ where Jean, Lisa, Kaeya and your parents are “Y/N, you’ll be staying here until Mister Neuvillette is gone.” Jean said “Sorry about BF/N.” Kaeya said placing a hand on your shoulder gently unaware of the angry eyes of a certain Hydro Dragon.

That Night:

You are asleep in a bed in the solitary confinement room where a night guard is stationed outside the door, you suddenly felt thirsty and decided to go get a glass of water.

Slowly opening the door you saw that the hall was completely empty “Wasn’t there a guard stationed out here?” You asked yourself going to the HQ kitchen to get that water, unaware of the violet eyes watching you with said guard knocked out on the ground.

After getting the water you suddenly felt two arms wrap around you “I finally have you.” Said the voice that sent shivers down your spine then you felt your vision going black.

You slowly woke up in a room with blue wallpaper and no furniture aside from a bed with your veil sitting on it and a dresser, you’re about to stand up but you felt like you couldn’t move.

Looking down, you saw that you are tied to a chair.

You tried screaming for help only to find that your also gagged, you began struggling in your binds but they were so tight it was hard to get free from them, you tried using your vision in hopes of the wind loosening the ropes but sadly it didn’t work.

As you struggle to get out of the binds the sounds of unlocking was heard, looking up you saw the door opening to reveal Neuvillette with a smile on his face “I see your finally awake my dear.” He said walking towards you, caressing your face with a gloved hand “Are you ready to behave yourself?” He asked, gently running a hand through your hair and taking off the gag “Let me go.” You pleaded “I’m afraid I can’t do that, for you are my daughter now.” He said angering you “I already have parents in Mondstadt.” You shouted “I’m afraid not anymore, they sadly passed away.” He said making your eyes widen with tears “No….” You whispered in shock, your struggling stopping as you felt your heart falling into your stomach “I’m sorry it’s the truth, they both got ill and died peacefully.” He said still running his gloved hand through your hair “I didn’t harm those Mondstadt friends of yours, though that Calvary captain did provoked me but I didn’t let my anger get to me, so no one else got killed.” Neuvillette said gently as the tears continued to run down your face and onto the floor “I understand your anger rain drop, it is justified.” He said seeing the tears in your eyes “I’ll give you space to grieve.” He said walking out of the room and locking the door.

After you calmed down, Neuvillette came back into the room, untied you, gently picked you up as if you were a small child and sat on the bed with you now on his lap “It is now late little one.” Your new “Father” said rubbing your back gently “You will be joining me in my chambers tonight.” He said “You can wear one of my shirts for tonight until your clothes from your old house in Mondstadt get here.” Neuvillette said walking out of the room to give you some privacy.

After you changed out of your sister of Favonius uniform, you through on the way to large button up Shirt with your dandelion tights still on.

After you changed, Neuvillette carried you to his room then both of you fell asleep the moment your bodies hit the king sized bed.

The next day, Neuvillette had the day off so he got to sleep in making him smile and hug you close to him, during the day he took you around the outside of the court and showed you more of the environment of Fontaine along with the animals including the cute otters that oddly looked like him but this freedom came with a price, you were handcuffed to Neuvillette so you wouldn’t run away like last time and he even brought Gardemeks so they could help with watching over you, though you got to keep your vision.

After a long day of exploring more of Fontaine, your back at the Palaise Mermonia with you sitting on Neuvillette’s lap and he’s singing you a french lullaby that was slowly lulling you to sleep much to his delight “Goodnight Raindrop.” He said kissing your head.

[tamayakii]

yandad!Tywin (Or yan!grandpa Tywin) being told by his brother that you and your suitor are quite similar to how Tywin and Joanna were years ago in their prime. Yan!Tywin can't seem to stomach the idea of you being whisked away, as you were always at his side since you could walk, a tiny little shadow. The next morn, your lover isn't in your chambers like usual, perhaps he snuck off. You two weren't supposed to be sharing sleeping quarters until you were married and that wasn't even confirmed yet. But only to find him slaughtered in the stone halls, you wailing heard from the other side of casterly rock. Grabbing ahold of his lifeless body, begging for him to return to you.

Of course the whole thing was orchestrated by Tywin, and now? you are like him. you've both lost a lover, and now you two are the same, so you MUST stay together.

this can be taken ANY way, platonic, emotional incest, or well,,,, we know how Lannister's are, actual incest. It's up to YOU how you read it as. All i ask is that you don't attack someone for reading it differently than you,

[aphroditelovesu]

What about a Yandad! Poseidon with his mortal/ demigod daughter??

❝ 🌊 — lady l: I got carried away and ended up writing a mini imagine. This is not canon and is based on the voices in my head lol, but I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! ����

❝tw: threats and a slight yandere!Poseidon, but other than that, nothing else.

❝🌊pairing: platonic yandere!poseidon x daughter!reader.

❝word count: 683.

You grew up at Camp Half-Blood, surrounded by other demigods and learning to control your divine powers. Your relationship with Poseidon was complex; on the one hand, you benefited from his protection, but on the other, the shadow of prohibition hung over you. The sea god, your father, had a clear interest in your fate, and the other demigods couldn't help but feel the aura of power that surrounded you.

Your relationship with Percy Jackson, the already known hero and son of Poseidon, was a highlight. The two half-sibilings trained together, shared experiences, and supported each other in battles against monsters and other threats. The bond between them grew, consolidating a formidable partnership, feared by many enemies. Poseidon was more than pleased to see his two favorite children get along so well.

In the years that followed, Poseidon's presence in his daughter's life was constant. He guided you in training, sharing secrets of the seas and teaching you how to control your aquatic powers. As time passed, your abilities stood out among the rest. Poseidon's influence ensured that the instructors at camp also paid special attention to you, preparing you for even greater challenges. However, the constant gaze of the god of the sea also generated distrust among your fellow demigods, fueling rumors and jealousy.

Life at Camp Half-Blood wasn't easy. Monsters constantly threatened the perimeter, and quests were often assigned to the most skilled demigods. Poseidon, in turn, began to discreetly intervene in your life, providing help at crucial moments and ensuring you were one step ahead of impending dangers.

However, your relationship with the sea god was not just one of benefits. In dreams and visions, you began to receive cryptic messages and warnings from other gods and titans, warning you of the implications of being so close to Poseidon. A god can never be involved in his children's lives, well, the demigods children at least.

Tension between the gods grew as your bond with Poseidon deepened. Zeus, in particular, viewed the increasing influence his brother had over you with suspicion. The warnings from the other gods increased, and the shadows of destiny began to manifest themselves more clearly.

One night, during a vivid dream, Triton, the son of Poseidon with his wife and your half-brother, appeared before you. His eyes expressed concern as he warned of the consequences of ignoring divine warnings.

"Proximity to our father can bring blessings, but also curses," Triton said, his voice echoing like the waves of the sea.

Quests abroad became more dangerous, with more powerful monsters and mythological creatures challenging the demigods. Poseidon continued to intervene subtly, but now his help was under the scrutiny of the Olympian gods. Zeus, in his wrath, explicitly prohibited any divine intervention in your quests.

Once, during a battle against a colossal sea beast, you found yourself on the brink of defeat, your companions also injured. Desperate, you silently cried out for Poseidon's help. He responded, sending a furious wave to defeat the monster, but the price of this intervention was high. On Olympus, Zeus' anger became uncontrollable.

The situation reached a critical point when an oracle prophesied that the proximity between Poseidon and you would trigger a catastrophe that would affect not only the demigods, but the entire balance of the mythological world. The gods' prohibition on interfering in the lives of their children became an unbreakable decree.

Poseidon, however, didn't care one bit. You were his daughter and he would help you if he wanted.

[fluff-n-cookies]

Thinking about yandad Dabi and his child who's now around 9-11 years old. Your writing has absolutely captivated me <3

Dabi starts getting more possessive, more protective, and certainly more assertive. He's your dad, after all—you HAVE to listen to him, no? It's too dangerous to go outside without him keeping an eye on you, you're still so tiny and fragile. He'll be damned if his kid steps foot out of the apartment without his say so, no ifs or buts.

After a long day of setting people on fire and committing various crimes, Dabi just wants to scoop you up into a bone-crushing hug and plop down onto the couch to snuggle his baby, paying no mind to your complaints.

While he's soft and affectionate towards you, it's a completely different story when it comes to others. Dabi is ruthless and aggressive, destroying anyone and anything that may try to take you away–much less harm you. It doesn't matter how small, Dabi will turn it into ashes without remorse. If you somehow figure out about his actions and try to make a run for it? He'd be crushed, obviously–Dabi can't stand the thought of you fearing him. Rest assured, he'd track you down and bring you back home, suffering you in cuddles while scolding you. He's your dad–you need to listen to him.

(Btw sorry about how long this became didn't realize I was ranting)

omg hi???? thank you for gracing me with this masterpiece??? wtf???? (lovingly)

For those who don't know, this post is related to these

Pt 1, Pt 2

and this is all so fucking true. I plan on making a longer fic on this (sorry to say that I haven't drafted it yet, I'm working on overhaul posts)

but he's so paranoid, so utterly terrified 24/7, he dead bolts all the doors and windows at night and only lets you go outside between 11 AM and 5PM unless it's for school.

speaking of which, he hates them for giving his baby so much homework and taking away from their time together buuttt he genuinely believes you need to get your education, don't skip out on highschool like he did.

and he does this thing, this god awful thing, after dinner, after your daily shower, and after getting you all nice and snuggly for bed and into your cat pajamas. he'll do this thing where he'll hold you tight to his chest while he flicks through the news channel.

now normally this would be fine, perfectly fine, if I weren't for the fact he either goes to true crime channels where they display the horrific acts of villains (himself included) live. he tells you that the world is a horrifying place, that that's how he burned himself, how painful it was, the scorching flames. he doesn't mean to traumatize you, it's just to warn you!

either that, or he'll go to news channels covering endeavor's problems, scandals, recent missions, interviews. please don't ask who that strange man with eyes like yours is. he'll hold you tighter and say in the lightest voice possible. "he's a bad man, don't you dare go near him, he'll hurt you like he hurt me."

don't say anything else after that.

he's just tired, so tired, and you're there, right when he gets home after running "errands". you're his reminder of what he's working towards, this future with no heroes and no pain that he's trying to build. the revenge he longs for and the aftermath where you thrive. really, you're the reason he gets up in the morning these days, the reason he stopped smoking in the house, the reason why there's no more beer in the fridge, only tenderly made lunches that he makes every Sunday to prepare for the week.

you're like this stress ball, this hit of Serotonin and Dopamine and what not. every time you smile he can feel his heart clenching. when he looks at you, he sees the boy he once used to be, happy. you're so happy, so pure.

he refuses to let you go out much, his reasoning being that the world's a terrible place. when you ask what's his job, what he does at "work" every day, he only chuckles.

"Oh baby, I'm trying to makes this world a better place, my job is to try and stop all the bad things from happening. I'm a type of... Freedom fighter, really."

and he so, so, so so so so so so sweet to you. you have never known Dabi, ruthless arsonist and serial killer. you have never known Touya, a boy lost in his own insanity and deprivation of paternal love. both are vicious, people, downright insane. one's a criminal the other's incapable of ever recovering from his own madness and fury.

the only person you know is your Dad, Dad's a nice guy, he plays doll house and dress up with you and watches cartoons with you every morning before school. he lets you wear his jacket when you're cold and left yours at school in your cubby, and he takes you out for donuts or ice cream monthly. sure, he doesn't have money, he can't buy you that many toys and sometimes they turn the light off because he missed too many bills, but he loves you. that's all you need to know.

Dad is a kind person, he's not Dabi or Touya, he's definitely not a hero. he's your dad.

And Dad does the best job of gas-lighting you to hell and back. you want to go outside after 5 or before 11? welp, he's not coming with you, sorry honey, maybe tomorrow. what do you mean you'll go anyway? the boogeyman'll get you! (it's him, he's the boogeyman, he knows you won't last a second out in the real world with your loving father's help and he's going to exploit it the moment you start to show independence.)

but it's very unlikely that Dabi would ever even get the chance to do this when you're 9-11 years old, you know why? because you'll be in Endeavor's custody by then. I refuse to elaborate since then I'll be spoiling the plot of Part 3 and I don't want that.

P.S. you wanna be tagged?

[remotepixel]

Yandad!Steve Rogers with a reader obsessed with history.

Like, he's researching all these new, modern terms, films, etc, anything to make conversation and yet none of it seems to work. You're polite, sure, but he can tell you're fully engaging and he can't figure out why. Is he saying something wrong? Maybe this particular thing was a 'flop' and he seems stupid for talking about it? He would ask but he wants to fit in, look like he understands, so he simply keeps trying in hopes one of his 'GenZ' things work.

It wasn't until you were having a movie night (he befriended your parents and basically became your babysitter) and he got to see your watch list did he realise where your main interest lies - history documentaries. From Tudor era, to Vikings, to the World Wars.

He mentions it, asking if you would want to watch one since 'he didn't mind', and he could see how your eyes light up. For once, you were genuinely excited to hang out with him, past the common decencies.

Since then, he makes sure to have a story prepared to tell you every time you meet - whether from his childhood or the war. He also went on rabbit holes of other periods of time, just in case you wanted to talk about that, but you liked his personal stories more (something he was very happy about).

He didn't get to talk about his past much, expect when talking about being America's super solider, so having someone, especially you, care about hearing the rest? Mf is over the moon, probably kicks his feet at night thinking about how well you too get on and compares it to those '"When I was a kid...." speeches dads always do.

[pineconepie]

This was an ask I got a while back, but either I can't find it or accidentally deleted it. But to the anon who asked for a scenario like this, here you go! :D

TW: Amnesia, parental/platonic yandere, forced infantilization, drugging, implied kidnapping, manipulation

"Help! Please help!" you cry, running as fast as you can throughout the dense forest. Branches and sharp brambles scrape your cheeks and catch onto your clothes.

You stop for a brief moment to pick the twigs out of your disheveled hair. The small cuts sting horribly but it doesn't deter you from pushing onwards.

Sweat beads down your forehead and you wipe at it furiously. Your chest is heaving, desperately trying to take in more oxygen.

"(Y/n)! Stop!" His booming voice echoes throughout the forest.

He's getting closer to you. You have to keep running, keep moving, keep—

Something hits you, something cold and metal. You barely have enough consciousness to realize it was a car, on the dirt road path. Your vision swims, and your head feels ready to burst.

Your ears ring incessantly. All you can hear is that horrible noise, but it doesn't completely drown out him calling for you.

And suddenly there are strong arms around you. "Oh! My baby! What have you done?!" Someone picks you up. They yell to someone else, but their voice is fading out.

Your vision fades to nothing.

...

When you wake up, there's the sound of something beeping. It's a comforting constant rhythm, steady and predictable. You think you know what it is, but your head feels all muddled and foggy.

Something cool and soft presses against your forehead, and you lean into the soothing touch.

"That's right, honey. Nice and easy," a voice speaks above you. Its light, with a subtle hint of an accent you can't recognize. A thumb gently rubs at your temple, massaging it with care and ease. "That must've been a pretty bad fall you took. Don't worry, I've got you."

You open your eyes. Hovering above you, is a man with long messy brown hair, light brown eyes, and a slight stubble of facial hair. He looks to be in his early to mid forties or so.

There's something familiar about him. You should know who this person is... but your brain cannot come up with a name.

"There they are!" the man coos. The corner of his eyes crinkle. He has crow's feet around them. You think those mean someone smiles often. You stare blankly back at him, mind still groggy from what happened earlier. He hums a melody, and gently brushes his fingertips along your arm.

"What..."

"Hush now, don't talk just yet," he murmurs. His other hand is behind your head, propping you up in its palm. "Had quite a nasty fall there. Scared me half to death!"

"Where am I?" You blink, still slightly disoriented.

"Shhh..." He kisses your bandaged forehead. "You're here in the hospital, sweetie. Just got done doing x-rays on your head." The room around you is stark white. There are various machines around you and one is beeping at a constant rhythm. It smells of chemicals and medicine. "I know you hate being scolded, but (Y/n), you know better than to play in the forest so late at night..." He scrubs a hand over his face tiredly.

You squint at him, trying to jog your memory as to who this guy even is. Is he perhaps someone important? Someone you're supposed to know?

As hard as you try, no answers come to mind. And now that you're thinking about it, you really can't remember much at all besides your name and general sense of self.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" you awkwardly ask.

The man freezes. His eyebrows raise up in surprise before furrowing with concern. "Wh—(Y/n), sweetie," he looks at you. "Can you tell me who I am?" You shake your head. He stares at you for a moment, like frozen. Only when you awkwardly look down, does he do too. "The doctors mentioned possible memory loss, but..." He looks so torn; eyebrows twisted up sadly. You almost want to reach out and hug him.

The only thing that stops you is the IV, and the fact you don't know him, despite what he says.

"What's the last thing you remember, baby?" he asks again.

You wrack your brain. "I don't know. I know my name... and that's about it."

A flash of pain shoots through his gaze, though he seems to keep himself collected. "Okay. So, sweetie... I'm your dad." He reaches out to clasp your hands. "My name is Hugo Harrison. You're (Y/n) Harrison."

"You... don't look very much like me..." You realize that might be a rude thing to say. "Sorry, I didn't mean that in a mean way."

Hugo chuckles. "It's okay, there's not a mean bone in your body, kiddo." He pauses, like contemplating his next words extra carefully. "I'm your adoptive dad. Now, we could go into a lot more detail, but let's not strain that noggin of yours for today, hm?" He tenderly touches your wrapped forehead. You must have injured it severely, which explains the splitting headache and memory loss.

"Oh, that makes sense," you murmur. You take in his appearance more. He has a tattoo peaking from below his collar shirt, and looks a bit rugged, with muscular arms that have a few scars. He even has an eyebrow piercing on his left.

Despite that, he seems so... sweet.

"Do you have any photos of us?" you ask. Part of it is genuine curiosity, but mostly just because you don't know what else to say.

His eyes soften, and he pulls out his phone to immediately show you his lock screen.

Sure enough, there the two of you are, smiling at the camera. It doesn't look like it was too long ago. You're both indoors, wearing some kind of brown and periwinkle uniforms.

Noticing your confused expression, he explains, "I own a cafe, sometimes you help out. That's where this photo is from. One of my favorites."

He scrolls through his camera roll and shows another picture of the both of you. In this one, you're sleeping on his lap, his hand covering the side of your face in an apparent attempt to block you from seeing the flash.

You nod mutely, trying to soak it all in. All you know of this man is from these two images.

So far, there's nothing overtly suspicious. Nothing that triggers alarm bells or raises red flags. At this point, you have no reason not to believe him.

So why do you feel so unsettled?

"How are you feeling, by the way?"

"Not good," you mumble, bringing a hand up to your head, cringing from the pain.

He presses a kiss to your hair, holding it for several seconds before pulling away. "Oh, sweetheart..." His voice wavers with emotion. "I'll talk to the doctors again. For now, you rest up, okay?"

With such a splitting headache and sore body, you have no trouble obeying his commands. Your eyes flutter shut, and the last thing you hear is a sigh coming from him, as well as something about wanting to take you home.

...

"Easy," Hugo soothes, letting you lean on him heavily as he walks you to his house. Everything hurts from your body to your head. The medication from earlier wore off halfway to his home.

Speaking of his house, it looks pretty much like a standard home, if not kind of cute, almost reminiscent of a cottage. It's beige with dark brown trimmings. Ivy climbs around the windows.

Flower beds line along the pathway to the front door and a vegetable garden sits near the shed in the back. There's wind chimes hanging near the entrance.

"I wish I could remember any of this," you mutter as he situates you on the couch. "Sorry."

"No, no," he reassures, rubbing your upper arm. "Don't apologize, okay? It's not your fault that this happened."

"What was I doing out in the forest, anyway? You mentioned something about that... is that something I typically do?" you ask.

Hugo looks confused for a moment, then nods. "Ah. Well, it was something you'd usually do, but hopefully that will be the last time. Sometimes you get... impulsive. You do things that are reckless. That's why I'm so protective of you. This isn't the first time you got injured like that." He shakes his head and laughs. "Stubborn kid you are..."

"I see." What else can you say, really? You wish your brain would hurry up and recall something. Right now it just feels blank. All you have to go off of is Hugo. "I know I can't remember, but I'm still sorry. For what I did. Or, uh, do."

His gaze softens even more, looking like the definition of fond. "Like I said, sweetie, you don't need to worry about a thing. It's all in the past now. What matters is that you're here now, safe with me. How about I take you up to your room? You can get a nap in while I make dinner. Sound nice?" He brushes his thumb over your temple.

You wordlessly lean against him. He chuckles and helps you back up, mindful of your injuries, and leads you upstairs.

Again, it looks like a completely normal household. Nothing stands out to you besides perhaps the large number of photographs littering the walls.

Your bedroom has pastel blue wallpaper with stars decorating the top half of the wall.

There's a bunch of stuffed animals lining the bed, as well as pillows with galaxy themed pillows. The carpet is plush and your feet sink slightly in them.

"This was... mine?"

"Yes!" He seems less happy about it when he sees your expression. "Do you not like it? You decorated it yourself..."

"Isn't it kind of, uh, childish? Nothing wrong with that, of course, just doesn't seem like something someone older would want," you lamely explain.

Hugo takes another moment to mull over his words. "Well... you've always been a bit childish for your age, sweetie. I think it's adorable, and you seemed content with this room before... but if you really want to change it up, I don't mind at all." His strained smile tells you that he does, in fact, mind it.

"That's okay. I think I do like it, now that I've seen it longer," you reassure him. Part of it might be because you feel bad. You hobble over to the bed with his assistance, and watch him choose a cutesy beige pajama set. The sleeves are longer than your arms and the pants are covered in sheep patterns. "Do I normally wear that to bed?"

"More like just your typical lounge wear," he answers. "Do you need help, or can I leave you to it?"

"Um, you can leave me to it." You watch him open the door to leave. "Oh, by the way... what do I call you? By your name? Dad? Papa?"

A large smile stretches across his lips. "You call me 'Papa', but really anything works with me. Just want you to feel comfortable, bud. Oh, and dinner'll be ready soon. Tomato, chicken noodle, or cream of mushroom?"

You look down at your lap, where your pajamas lay. "What ever I liked most, I guess."

He hums in affirmation. "Sounds good."

Before long, you've changed and situate yourself on your bed, the stuffed toys huddled around you like a cocoon. Though everything seems fine and cozy, it all feels too new, too strange, for it to feel exactly right. It's supposed to be yours, you know this. And yet, it feels so... foreign.

This should make sense. Logically, it does. But your intuition keeps whispering doubts, despite Hugo giving you nothing but warmth.

...

Two weeks pass, and go by pretty uneventfully. He cares for you like you are a toddler, but he assures you this is how he used to act around you.

Still, your memory seems stubborn in recovering, and each night you pray for the morning to finally reveal a clue as to your past.

So far, nothing has shown up.

And being confined within the house doesn't help, either. Hugo refuses to let you go outside unsupervised, claiming how he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if you wound up in danger again.

And really, who are you to refuse him? You don't have any memories, any other friends (he's told you they've moved away years ago), and you have no money to sustain yourself. He's all you have.

"Where are you going?" you ask one morning, to see him slinging on a jacket. His hair is also tied up, which you've gathered he only does when he's going out somewhere.

"The cafe," he replies, though you can tell something is off by the way he smiles. "There's leftovers in the fridge if you get hungry, okay? Stay inside, and I mean it."

"Can't I go with?" you suggest. Maybe seeing the place could bring back some recollections. Plus, sitting alone all day isn't fun at all, especially when there's nothing to distract you with besides watching TV or reading. Neither of those interests you that much, not to mention a majority of the books and shows catered to people less than half your age.

"Not with those injuries," he chuckles, but there's some firmness in his tone.

"I feel fine! My ankle isn't sprained anymore, and my ribs hardly bother me," you counter. Your face isn't bandaged anymore, either. Instead, only faint scars remain.

"Honey, the answer is no."

"I just want to leave the house!" you blurt. His eyebrows raise up at your outburst. "It's boring staying cooped up all day! I don't want to watch cartoons again or read a comic book or play with action figures."

He purses his lips. "But you love doing those things..."

"Yeah, sure. I don't doubt that I like those activities. But maybe sometimes I'd like to do something more, I dunno, mature." It's not that you hate the stuff Hugo's given you, but you aren't mentally ten years old or whatever age he's assuming you are. So reading picture books and playing with kiddie games get dull real fast. "Please? I don't have to do any physical labor, just wanna get outside the house..."

"(Y/n)..."

Maybe it's a tad bit manipulative, but you've found it works pretty well on him. "I just wanna spend time with my papa... if I can't remember old memories, I was hoping we'd have more time to bond..."

Hugo looks torn for a split second, before giving you a gentle grin, reaching out to pinch your cheeks. "Allllriiight," he drawls. "Wear something warm. It's chilly out."

"Why not my uniform?"

"Because I don't want you working, silly."

The drive there is an hour long, and has you wondering how on earth he makes these long treks there and back five times a week.

By the end, you're yawning and leaning against the window. He laughs, shaking you awake, helping you walk inside the cafe.

In the break room, he situates you on the couch. "I'll get you something to snack on soon. Banana bread, blueberry muffin, brownie, or chocolate chip cookie?"

You weakly smile. "What ever was my favorite?"

He snorts. "Gotcha. I'll be back soon. Don't leave this room, 'kay?" He doesn't wait for a response, quickly busying off towards the counter, throwing his apron back on.

When he's out of view, you try to relax, but as time passes on, you get bored with the things he's given you.

A coloring book, a children's storybook, and crayons litter around you. Sure, they're fun for a little while, but then you're back to square one.

You briefly contemplate if this is the reason why you kept running off to the forest often.

If he's been anything like this normally, you can imagine why you've been searching for more fun things to do.

You peak your head from the break room, to see him tending to another customer, making conversation.

"Oh, (Y/n), that you?"

You look to see one of the customers. He's a person about your age, smiling at you like you guys are friends. When you return the look awkwardly, it morphs into confusion.

"Hey, you alright?" he asks, walking closer to you. "Don't tell me you're working. Hugo told me you had a nasty fall, dude."

"Oh, I'm just here while he works," you shrug. "My memory is a bit weird, still. Who are you...?"

He blinks. "Oh. I'm Weston. We're friends. You must have it pretty bad if you can't remember me."

This is all so confusing. Hugo told you that you didn't have any friends... "Oh. Well, I'm just in the break room while Papa works." You cringe at your own wording. Still feels a bit weird, despite having grown more accustomed to calling him that now. "After he's done, we're probably just gonna go home."

Weston frowns. "Your dad? Are you talking about Hugo?" When you nod, he gives a dry laugh. "(Y/n), he's not—"

"What are you doing?" The deep voice startles you both. You turn around to see Hugo staring between the two of you, jaw tensing with some suppressed emotion. He forces a smile at Weston. "Hey, Weston, sorry, they're going through a lot as you can tell. Still in a state of constant confusion. Sorry. Did you want your usual? Croissant and cappuccino?"

He takes a small step back, but is still clearly defensive, like he's waiting for something to happen. "Yeah, no worries, Mr. Harrison. I know they hit their head hard."

Hugo nods. "I'll get started on that in a sec." He drags you back to the break room, almost slamming the door shut behind him. "Kiddo. What did I tell you?"

"I didn't technically leave... I just poked my head to see if you were busy, and that guy... Weston, I think, recognized me..." You realize his breathing sounds labored. "He said he's my friend."

"That kid?" he says incredulously, laughing. It doesn't sound humorous. It's dry and cold. "No, no, no. Sweetheart, I know everyone in this town and he most definitely isn't friends with you. (Y/n), look, you really can't trust your judgment right now." He grips your shoulders. "You gotta understand that you're hurt. Your head's not working correctly. Okay?"

You wish you could let it go, but something else he said makes you anxious. "He sounded like he was about to say you aren't my dad..."

"He's misinformed. Don't let him fill your head with lies. Now, I gotta get back to work."

"But—"

"For the love of God, just shut up, will you?" he snaps. "I barely let you come along! I should've followed my instincts, why do you have to make everything so damn difficult?"

The glint in his eyes scares you. It reminds you of something terrible, even if you can't remember. You flinch so hard you fall off the couch.

As soon as Hugo's anger came, it dissipated when he saw you trembling, backing up. You shield yourself away with your arms, expecting him to explode.

Even though you have no memory in your head, it's like your body remembers, judging by the way you recoil away from him. It's all instinctual. Even when his expression turns from angry to worried, to guilty.

"Oh no..." He kneels beside you. "Oh, I am so sorry, baby. I don't know what came over me. Here, take my hand," he offers. You reluctantly take his calloused, scarred hand. "Shh... I know, Papa can be scary, huh? I shouldn't have yelled like that. It's just that you made me so mad, scaring me like that... he's a bad person. This town is filled with them. That's why I'm so protective of you."

He's always making up excuses.

"I just wanna be left alone," you rasp. "Please."

"Okay. That's fair. If that's what you want." You expect him to fight it, but instead he gets up slowly and leaves after mumbling one final apology. After the door closes, you exhale, burying your face into your hands.

Something about what happened triggers a flashback.

"You just never know when to stop, do you? How many times have I asked you not to hang out with them?"

"Hugo, come on, you can't dictate who I hang out with. I can handle myself just fine. Now please, let me just do my job. People are staring."

"Keep up with this attitude, (Y/n), and we'll have problems."

"If you're going to fire me, might as well do so. I'm close to quitting myself."

You don't remember anything after that.

But whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

The ride home is relatively silent. Not that it's much different from his normal quietness, but it's a different kind of quiet. Deafening. Tense.

All because he lost his cool earlier. Your shoulders hunch as you try to avoid eye contact.

Finally, Hugo speaks. "Still upset?"

"Why do you care?" you mumble.

His fingers tense against the steering wheel, before relaxing. "Of course I care. I care about you more than anyone else." His eyebrows furrow with concern. "Just because I got a bit snappy back there doesn't mean I love you any less. If you weren't so reckless... but even then, I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that." He sighs deeply. "I'm sorry."

Something tells you if you don't forgive him now, he'll give you hell about it later. "It's okay."

That seems to quell his stress immensely, and he breathes out shakily, like a huge weight was taken off him. "Thank you," he murmurs. "We'll do something special tonight, okay? Movie night, maybe a pillow fort?"

"Sure." You're too tired to argue.

...

The next day, he leaves to get groceries, taking another day off work. You take that as an opportunity to snoop around, for the two hours or so he'll be gone.

Maybe something is fishy about Hugo; the way he keeps trying to keep you restrained from leaving the house is suspicious enough. And the lack of communication to the outside world, even before the fall.

No computer, internet access, cell phone... maybe your memories won't have to return for you to discover some clues.

Searching his bedroom provides nothing useful, so you continue towards his desk area.

Opening drawers, there's lots of random papers inside, which you flip through and scan through as carefully as you can.

That's when you realize one of the letters is a letter of resignation... from you, addressed to Hugo. The date isn't too long ago; in fact, it's the day before you remember having the accident.

You read through it, each sentence causing you more and more distress, until the paper is trembling in your grip.

Hugo,

I appreciate everything you've done for me since I first started working with you, but unfortunately our differences are causing more trouble than it's worth.

The incident last week truly opened my eyes. I didn't realize how toxic and controlling you were. You have isolated me from society, refused to allow me freedom, and tried to control who I hang out with and what I do.

You're my boss, but you insist on acting like my father, despite how many times I've told you that is crossing a boundary of mine.

Therefore, I regretfully inform you I will no longer work with you. This will be my two weeks notice. I'm sorry.

(Y/n)

The paper flutters to the ground. You're sweating. Isolating, controlling, manipulative behavior... it fits to a T of what Hugo's been displaying to you since the accident. Except it started long before that.

You glance around the hallway, suddenly feeling like you're in enemy territory rather than your home. But can you even call it that anymore?

All's you know, is you need to get out of here.

Running back downstairs, you begin planning what supplies to bring with you, but movement from outside catches your attention.

Rushing to the window, you see a familiar figure walking up the driveway. Your blood runs cold.

It's Hugo, carrying bags from the grocery store.

You must've lost track of time. You stumble to your room and pretend to be asleep.

Listening carefully to the noises coming from downstairs, he brings in the bags and rustling follows.

Now that you know the truth, every tiny noise causes anxiety. Why is he doing all this? Was this really all an elaborate lie, this entire situation?

And the most chilling part... was he responsible for your accident? Has it ever been an accident in the first place? As these thoughts race in your mind, your ears strain to listen to what he's doing below you.

Footsteps approach the staircase. Your heartbeat quickens and you burrow further underneath the covers. They ascend slowly.

Eventually they're right in front of your bedroom. Then, it sounds like they turn and head towards his room instead. You have to stifle a relieved sigh when he doesn't enter your room.

The relief doesn't last long.

Did you put everything away where you found it? Did you shut the drawers properly, did you cover up your tracks?

A few minutes go by, until there's a knock on the door. "Sweetheart, I'm getting started on dinner. How does mac 'n cheese sound?"

"Sure," you say, so quiet he almost doesn't hear you.

You wait until you hear his footsteps descend, then sneak into his room to make sure you put everything up.

To your relief, it looks like it, so you shuffle back downstairs, trying to put on the best neutral expression you can manage.

The last thing you'd want him to suspect is that you're onto his twisted game.

"There they are! Come sit at the table. Almost ready." He ruffles your hair gently when you take a seat. It takes everything in you not to squirm away from his touch. To keep pretending that you're blissfully oblivious. "How long were you napping for?"

"Not too long." The less you talk, the better.

"That's good." Hugo serves you a bowl full of macaroni and adds a glass of juice next to it, sitting across from you. Something about his demeanor seems different. You're sure that's just the anxiety talking. "Is something wrong, buddy? You're quieter than normal," he notes.

"Just... still kinda tired." You pick at the macaroni, hoping he doesn't press on about this.

"Awww... well, eat up, okay?"

Despite the lack of appetite, you force down the food. Every bite tastes like mush.

But if you don't finish it, you have the sinking feeling he'll know something's up. So, you force everything down, as well as the juice, which washes it down easier.

Within moments, a sudden wave of dizziness washes over you. "H...Hugo..."

Hugo gives a lopsided smile, somewhat apologetic. "I'm sorry, kiddo. I didn't want to do that, but found you messed with some of my stuff. My fault, I've been putting off getting locks for it. I swear, I'd lose my head if it weren't screwed on!" He laughs. It borders on hysterical. "All I want is to be your dad... for you to let me care for you." He reaches out, brushing hair from your sweaty forehead. "But no need to worry. I doubt you'll remember any of today, anyway."

"No..." You try to stand, but end up collapsing forward. In the haze, you register being pulled upwards.

"You just can't help but be stubborn," he chastises. "Guess you got it from your old man."

"You aren't..." Your tongue begins to feel heavy, just like the rest of your body. "Not my..."

"Sleep, baby. Sleep. When you wake up, this will all just be a silly nightmare. Papa's got you. He'll always have you."

And despite your desperate attempts to stay awake, sleep eventually claims you, as black engulfs your vision.

The last thing you sense is your head being tucked underneath his chin, and hearing him hum the same melody he hummed in the hospital.

[weebsinstash]

I just have to say I'm absolutely loving your yandere Thragg & Nolan stuff! Keep it up & I hope you have a nice day!! ♡

Thank you! And, also, gonna be using this post to talk about more yandere Thragg stuff because I was refreshing my knowledge on the comics and my YTShorts feeds are now filled with Invincible lore recommendations and, jesus I forgot how fucking nasty this man is

first off I'm using this image to just help kind of visualize how much of a unit this man is. Like. He's probably something crazy like 6'6 at the very shortest, maybe like 6'8, 6'9. But. Um. He's scary. He's tough. Viltrumites get tougher the longer they're alive and he's, not THE oldest Viltrumite but, maybe he's in like the top 10? But I think there's only something like an odd, less than 50 number of pure blooded Viltrumites left anyways lmao

Which is then my transition to "dealing with yandad Thragg as his child could be an absolute nightmare especially if you don't have powers"

Dying on my hill of "even if you do have powers he's super fucking possessive over who you're choosing as a mate or even just dating" because there's layers of 1. He has his own massive ego and your actions reflect on him and anyone you bring into the family will benefit from his lineage and achievements and he's defensive about who reaps those bounties or may even be suspicious of political intentions 2. If he hypothetically does let you date he needs to pre approve them first and I'm sure you can imagine how that goes and 3. .... you're his widdle baby, can't you spend more time with dad :( shut up about finding love, why can't you crush skulls with him? "Child why can't we go slaughter alien civilizations together like we used to 😩"

The last paragraph made me think of "Thragg with a child Reader who's actually a really spunky tough kid and he like is so proud of you and you guys have like An Actually Good Relationship (for Thragg's capacity to love anyways) but as you get older you start having ideological differences and you want more freedom but he just wants you to be Daddys Favorite Little Killing Machine for the rest of your life". Like you're just giving Thragg the cold shoulder because he won't let you leave the planet without his personal escort anymore and meanwhile here's thragg hovering over you with his arms crossed, internally scowl-pouting as he remembers The Good Old Days when you were like 6 and ran up to him, "Dad, Dad, look!! this is a note from my teacher praising me for how well I beat up another student! She says I'm 'extremely proficient at bludgeoning'! Did I do a good job?" "You did an EXCELLENT job. It says here the boy needed medical attention." "Yeah, he had to be sent to the hospital! His legs were totally bent the wrong ways! He shouldnt have tried to steal my toy!" "Fine work; you should never allow anyone to take what is yours. We shall feast tonight in celebration." And he pet your hair and you flew up to his chest height to give him a crushing hug. And nowadays you're like. The Viltrumite equivalent of being in your early adult years and everything is extremely cold and impersonal and you call him nothing other than Grand Regent and he "maybe" just wants his eager confident prideful Affectionate child back because all he has now is. A child that hates him and will barely make eye contact with him and will never accept his praise or medals for your achievements.

Like imagine being a notoriously powerful Viltrumite and you're actually widely accepted but him being controlling of you throughout your childhood eventually gave you a complex. Thragg summons you to like praise you for like, subjugating a nearby galaxy, and asks what you would like for a reward, and you just coolly reply some shit like "There's nothing you could offer that I want, Grand Regent" like you hate him so much you don't even want gifts from this man

AND THE DELICIOUS DRAMA OF, imagine if he finds out that while you hate him and want nothing to do with him, maybe you've become extremely attached to Nolan or some other older father figure in his place

THE SHIT THAT GOES DOWN IF THRAGG EVER HEARS YOU CALL NOLAN OR ANYONE ELSE "DAD" like the cosmic level beef that goes on, the BLOODSHED. Jesus. Imagine being on Earth and you've got Dad Nolan or he's like declared himself your dad/mentor and he sees you bonding with another human male who's a father figure and you call that man dad, like. That man is going missing and Uncle Sam is erasing his existence from the records just, gone.

Side note actually, idea for something yandere viltrumites do with a viltrumite/hybrid reader: loving to bear hug you super hard? Like almost painfully but they won't break anything. Just. Imagine yandad Nolan or Thragg or Mark with like, a lil sibling/ child/ age regressed Reader or whatever and you're having like, hugging contests to see who can hug the hardest, and play wrestling shit idk. Imagine the infamously grumpy genocidal Thragg and then here's his like 4 year old wanting to play wrestle and trying to pin him and you're no match for him of course but like it's not, real, he's "gently" deflecting you or breaking your hold but still actually praising you in that, Thragg dad way, "your stance is too weak to take down an opponent of my size, but you're improving" " your siblings usually tire by now; you seem to have more endurance than most of my other children your age. Excellent" and then your little baby mouth gives him a kiss on the cheek and he has to go subjugate another planet to feel manly again.

I feel like yandad Thragg and Nolan are unironically those characters that are like, they could be in the middle of a war zone and they're easily winning and you go upstairs to see what they're thinking about, surely they're thinking about something serious, and it's just "I need to hurry this up and get back to my child" or "I wonder what my little warrior is doing right now" like straight up like the father from Father I Don't Want This Marriage

Yandere Thragg and Nolan are all "oh it's part of the Viltrum way to mate and procreate and boost our numbers" and Reader comes along "hey dad this is my new boyfriend--" and suddenly they turn into like, Christian fundamentalists. "Um actually that Viltrumite male is even older than I am 🤓 you are still so young and should be enjoying the fruits of your youth 🤓 you are too young to have children"

I feel like though like if you ever did manage to sneak off and get pregnant or get someone else pregnant that, specifically Nolan would adore his new grand baby and would do anything for this chubby cutie 🥺❤️ also imagine the horror if he's not even your blood dad, just obsessive self proclaimed stalker yandere shit, but you can't run away from him and he's finds you and your baby and instantly declares himself grandpa, like. Now you have to worry about protecting yourself and your baby from "PawPaw"

So like. Future spoilers I guess? Not super significant in my opinion, but, there's a period of time where there's like a truce of sorts between Earth and Viltrum, right, to keep it vague and less spoiler heavy. Imagine being like, Nolan's kid, or adopted kid, or like, neighbor who turned out to be a hybrid that he yoinked into his house or whatever, and like, after there's been some fighting, Thragg is impressed with your strength and potential and seems to be scouting you out a little. Now you've got TWO older Viltrumite males trying to father you, "my apologies Grand Regent but I was just about to take this one out to teach them how to fly better" "that is unnecessary; i shall be the one to tutor the youngling" meanwhile you're just like uhhhhh I'm not actually a big fan of how EITHER of you treat me-"

bruhhhh all hell breaks loose when you finally lose it and fly straight off the planet to try and start a new life elsewhere without them cuz then these two are TEAMING UP and they're feeding into each other, "I bet they were convinced to leave by that one male, the one who we had to warn before" "and that's why you're weak Nolan. I wanted to kill him but you didn't want to hurt the youth's feelings, and now what's happened? They're probably eloping as we speak" "no, I won't make the same mistake twice. He'll die a slow death"

You're on like some alien planet surrounded by like simple little ewoks or some shit who treat you like a water god because you dug a well for them or something and here comes Thragg and Nolan touchdown slamming onto the planet's surface and leaving craters behind, scaring the birds, the animals, your new little cute alien friends huddling behind you for protection, and you're getting SCOLDED SCOLDED. like one minute your new little like moogle friend is teaching you how to bake some kind of bread and the next minute, "AND JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOURE DOING HERE" and you're jumping to see two pissed pissed PISSED Viltrumites

"O-oh, uh, I thought I made it clear when I left--"

"The only thing that you've made clear is that you're too unpredictable and naive to be left alone"

"What were you THINKING?! You could've gotten lost, hurt, captured, or worse! And leaving Viltrum for, what?! Are these your pets? We can enslave a few and take them with us if you like em so much"

"If you EVER leave without my permission as Grand Regent again I'll reduce whatever backwater rock you stumble off to into nothing more than rubble floating through the stars, is that understood?"

"..."

"Answer him!"

'*sigh* yes, sirs"

"That's FATHER to you"

" - and Dad!"

[darkestspring]

VISENYA AND RHAENYS GO CRAZY WHEN SEEING AEGON THROWING MAEGARA INTO THE AIR (not so high) AND CATCHING HER AGAIN. the baby laughs and Aegon is so enchanted by her that he is unable to notice the danger around his. rhaenys can't even scream in fright when she sees the scene but before fainting she manages to see visenya take her sword.

they just walk in on that and maegara is just giggling and aegon is so mesmerized by it that he doesn't even notice rhaenys faint and visenya advancing on him with her sword. she basically snatches maegara out of his arms as he hisses at her.

"Hi mommy!" Maegara smiles so innocently at her and its an arrow through her heart as visenya holds her close. "I wanna go high again, daddy!"

"Give her back, she wants me." Aegon just glares and its the start of another hour long argument

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Hello there!! I'm not sure if you write for the riddler (and it's totally okay if you don't want to!) But I follow this guy on TikTok who shows these little puzzle boxes and such (@/ HenryPuzzles) if you wanna check it out for reference. I was watching one of his videos and it gave me the cutest idea! Yandad! Riddler making his little kid puzzle boxes, sitting there playing with them and encouraging them along the way. In a lot of the Batman series, especially Batman 2004 the animated series he's not a villain he's just broken :/ seeing him just heal his inner child while bonding with his own kid.

I really love this idea! Thank you so much for sharing it, anon!🥰

I’ve always loved the thought of yan!Edward with a darling (whether platonic or romantic) who genuinely took an interest in his riddles and puzzles. Just someone who took interest and enjoyment in his thoughts and contently listened to him go on and on about this and that. Not being disregarded and ignored or just flat out told to shut up would really mean something to Edward.

He would definitely latch himself to his kid, wanting to be a good father, a better father than what he had. He would go out of his way to create the most perfect puzzle boxes for his kiddo. He’s already naturally obsessive so when it comes to making or coming up with new riddles and interactive puzzles for his kid they have to be absolutely perfect and up to his standards before he even thinks about them being ready for his bby.

When he isn’t planning and going about his death traps for the unfortunate souls he’s targeted this time, Edward would be putting all his time and effort into his kiddos’ puzzles. He may even take breaks from his own criminal activities to put forth more focus and work into making something much worthwhile for his child, something they won’t finish in mere minutes. Speaking of which, Edward will try harder and harder to come up with more difficult puzzles for his kid all to help them get even better than before.

Also, Edward would be so excruciatingly proud and over the moon if his kiddo were to try and make him a puzzle box themself or to try and come up with a riddle that will stump him. He absolutely loves the fact that his child would do something like that for him. Even if the puzzle or riddle were easier than easy, Edward would still absolutely adore that his child went out of their way for him like that. He’d definitely teach them how to make similar puzzle boxes to the ones he makes for them so that they can gift him with something a little more next time.

I can’t help but imagine Edward’s kiddo making a crudely put together puzzle box that reveals a riddle after you solve it, putting together both of the things that Edward enjoys most. And you can bet you’re sweet summer bacon that he keeps his kid’s first puzzle box that they ever made him. He holds it very close and reuses it very often, it would be his form of a fidget spinner using it especially when he felt distressed or anxious. Even when he wasn’t he would still fondly use his bby’s crudely made puzzle box. Imagine his absolute horror if he accidentally broke the puzzle box? Or his utter wrath if someone else were to have broken it? I wouldn’t doubt that in some way, shape, or form, Edward would have his kiddo’s puzzle box with him in Arkham Asylum both for comfort and something to remind him of his bby while he’s away from them. God forbid anyone tries to take it away from him or use it against him.

[nana2009]

After karkat gets kidnapped, how does the "story" go. I know in a lot of images you have kk tied up and dave covered in blood so im pretty curious about what happens next

i'd say things mostly dwindle down after the first few weeks wear off. dave tries coming up with ways to soften karkat up so they can start properly """"dating""""(very questionable) and make him move on everything that happened as if it wasn't that serious.

if you mean further in the future, i'd imagine it would go down 2 ways (that many of u may not like much...) :

either 10-20 years later a slip-up of sort manages to get dave FINALLY arrested for a long time but leaving karkat extremely distraught due to being knee-deep in stockholm, orrr....

they have a kid together, karkat is a 24/7 stay-at-home dad who rarely feels sunlight on his skin and dave stays under the radar with a "normal" family :D (i actually end up merging the two more often than not, i just rlly like the idea of yandad dave even if not ideal in the least U-U') ig the pic provides more than enough context for such abrupt decision.....?

hehe...but ofc youre free to imagine your own outcomes if that doesn't float your boat (-3-)

[littlegalaxychild]

Random thot:

Child! Reader right? Yanpapa Homelander x child reader x yandad Billy butcher?

But the child! Reader is biracial. Which means The Seven (a mixture of the comics and tv show) and The boys (except for Sister Sage, MM, and Reggie) sitting in class on Learning how to do African American hair styles (like braids, twists, Afro maintenance, fake hair, and etc) just so that little Reader can be confident about her hair and heritage.

Also I imagine that each of the people in the readers “family” does special hairstyles according to who does it that day

Butcher- Afro puffs

Homelander- slick press

Starlight- slick back ponytail with star barretts

MM- the curliest Afro

Sister sage- twists pigtails

A- train(reggie)- Braids with beads at the ends

A-train (comics)- French braids

The female/Frenchie- they tag team to add color to your hair via fake hair in braids

Lamplighter- two braids into a half pony tail

Black noir (comics)- braids with bows

The deep- space buns with under the sea accessories (he calls them Sea Buns)

Queen Maeve (show)- two braids into Afro puffs

Queen Maeve (comics)- mousse

[venus-maneater]

HELLO DARLING. will we have some yan dad daemon?

YES you will I’m literally working on a series rn about yandad criston vs yandad Daemon