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i9messi · 10 months

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The three of us — Charles Leclerc

Charles is happy to spend his day with you and his daughter.

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Charles was fascinated and terrified. He had been anxious about his parenting skills and scared that he might be completely unprepared. But when the baby arrived, it was as if everything had fit into place. It was all of a sudden, one day he was kissing your belly and talking to his future daughter, and the next day, he was holding the beautiful baby in his arms. Now every time he saw the newborn, he couldn’t stop smiling. It was a product of the love that you and he had.

"She really looks like you." he said, coming closer to where you and the baby were. His daughter had her eyes closed and was fast asleep.

"Are you joking? She looks too much like you. She’ll want to drive cars anytime."

He smiled, "Well, daddy won’t let her. She’s my princess and driving cars is dangerous for her."

You smiled at his concern. The truth is that Charles was overly protective of his daughter. Every time he heard the little baby crying, he was desperate to know what was wrong. He wanted to protect the baby from the dangers of the world and the girl was only a month old. She was his universe.

"Maybe she wants to follow your steps, I’m just saying."

You looked at your husband and extended your hand, to hold his. His eyes settled on the beautiful ring on your finger. The three of you were everything to him, his little family.

"You know you made me the happiest man in the world, belle?"

"Oh, Charles. And you made me the happiest woman in the world."

Ever since Charles found out that you were pregnant, he hadn’t taken off for a second on your side, except for the races and the trips he had to make for work, he avoided spending more than ten minutes apart from you. Knowing you were carrying his child made him happy, and since he found out, his days had changed like never before.

Both shared a moment of tranquility, sitting near the crib, without hearing any crying. But just minutes later, the baby woke up and looked at her father. The girl smiled as never before.

"She’s a daddy’s girl." you didn’t have to correct him, because Charles was right. The girl behaved differently in her father’s presence. It didn’t matter that you carried her for nine months in your belly, she was a traitor, smiling every time her dad was around.

Charles approached the baby and held her. Watching your husband hold your daughter made you feel like you had everything.

"I want another." you joked, "Better be a boy, so I don’t feel excluded."

"Well, we can have another."

"I’m not talking seriously, Charles. She’s too young and we need to focus on her."

"Fine, when she grows up a little more, we can give her a brother. I just want the best for my two girls."

Charles being a father and an excellent husband was something you had never prepared for and yet, you loved the result. You were a lucky woman.

"I’m hungry, will you stay with her for a moment?"

Charles nodded and spoke to the little baby. "Mommy’s going to make us something to eat, she’s a great cook."

You left them alone, with an attentive ear in case they needed your help. You approached the kitchen and began to prepare something to eat. It was still early, so you thought you’d make some strawberries and cream. It was one of your favorite pregnant desserts and you’d gotten used to eating it almost every day. You were just finishing mixing the ingredients, when you heard a few steps approaching you. Charles was without shirt, something had happened because a minute before he was still fully dressed. The baby was in his arms.

"Aren’t you gonna put cheese on it or something?"

"I’m not pregnant anymore, I promise I won’t make any strange mix."

Charles, you and the baby walked to the living room, where you sat on the couch. He left the baby well settled on the cushions and started eating strawberries with cream. The driver put on a children's music background and the baby was calm next to you. While both of you were eating, your husband would steal some kisses from you and every time the baby wanted something, he would come over to talk to her.

"You’re glowing," he pointed out. "Having a baby has made you even more beautiful, if that’s even possible."

"I don’t know what the hell you’re seeing, but it is definitely not a glow."

He squinted at your words and shook his head, you were wrong. To Charles' eyes you were beautiful.

"It is. Maybe we should have another baby very soon."

"Charles!"

"Tell mommy I'm joking, I don't want her to be angry. Daddy goes mad when your mommy is angry.” he joined the baby to the talk and you smiled. Your daughter's eyes met yours, without understanding anything her dad were saying.

“I love you, Charles.”

“Tell mommy I love her too.”

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moralesluvr · 11 months

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omggg pls do miles 42 with a daughter (preferably a baby) !!🥺

daddy's little princess ft. miles morales

♡ pairings & aus: husband!dad!earth42!miles morales x black!fem!reader ♡ summary: you come home from work to your two favorite people bonding with each other ♡ warnings: mentions of murder..pretty sure thats it ♡ a/n: anon don't play w me this is convincing me to have a baby ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

YOUR HUSBAND LOVED HIS TWO GIRLS more than anything. That being you, of course-- his wife, along with your beautiful daughter Aaliyah, who had just turned one a couple days ago. Ever since you had become pregnant and he asked you to marry him, he's only had a soft spot for you and your little one.

Today, unfortunately, your boss called you at six in the morning to inform you that you were needed in the courthouse immediately, for whatever reason. While your husband was out doing whatever 'gangster' stuff he pleased in your teenage years, you had went through college and bagged a couple degrees in forensics and law. Miles had stopped being the prowler when he found out that you were pregnant, the ultimate fear of putting his daughter in danger causing him to pick up a well-paying job that allowed him to work from home. So here he was, your little girl laying on his chest as he watched you get ready. He carefully sat up, slowly bouncing her on his shoulder so that she wouldn't wake. He whispered, "Do you have to go? Tell that lil boy that today was your day off."

You giggle, slipping on your work pants, "He isn't some 'lil boy', Miles, he's my boss. And I wish I could stay, but apparently it's a really important case and they need the best of the best."

"Oh, so you sayin' you that girl, hm?" He whispered, rubbing your daughter's back when he heard her coo. You giggled, slipping on a white button up and undoing the top three, a black blazer accenting the plain blouse. You grabbed your purse and keys and headed over to your husband and beautiful daughter, kissing her on her forehead, "I guess so. I should be back by three or four, depending on how many people this person decided to slaughter."

"If you ain't home by four, I'll be the one up in that courthouse." Miles warns, but his lips stretch into a smile as he gives you a quick kiss on the lips, "I love you. Be safe."

You nod, "You gonna be okay with Aaliyah? Lately she's been fussy."

"This is literally my daughter, remember?" Your husband remarks jokingly, "She'll be okay. I got her, hermosa."

"Mkay." You suck your teeth with uncertainty, "Love you both endlessly."

And with that, you were out the door.

For the first four hours that you were gone, everything was a breeze. Aaliyah would let out an occasional cry or whine when she was hungry or needed to be changed, but she didn't start really acting up until about one 'o clock, where she was screaming so loud, Miles was sure that she had damaged her vocal chords beyond repair. He tried everything he possibly could- playing with her, trying to put her to sleep, feeding her, and nothing was working.

Finally, he just sighed, picking her up and holding her up to his head. He bounced her, "What's the matter lil ma, huh? Why're you cryin'? Is it cause you miss mommy?"

That statement earns a cry.

"Yeah...I miss her too." He sighs, placing your daughter on his shoulders as he holds her hands with his own, making his way to the living room. He then sits down and places her next to him, "Okay, if you stop cryin', then we can have some ice cream and watch some of mommy's TV shows that she doesn't let us watch. I'll let you pick, but you can't tell, okay? How does that sound?"

He knows that realistically, your daughter can't make out half of what he's saying, but he finds it hilarious when Aaliyah gives him a nod, her cries slowly started to silence. He smiles and hurriedly runs to the kitchen to fix one bowl of small strawberry ice cream and one bowl of vanilla. He grabs a small spoon and runs over to your daughter, who's sucking on her tiny fists angrily. Miles eyes her, "No, baby, look- here's your ice cream."

He feeds her a spoonful and she immediately gives him a toothless grin, "Yummy!"

"It is, isn't it? It's bussin'. Can you say bussin'?"

He laughs when Aaliyah just gives him incoherent noises. He then turns on the TV and clicks 'Real Housewives'. Was it necessarily appropriate? No, but then again, the girl was one, so as long as it stopped her screeching, it was good to go.

Before the two of them knew it, you were home, walking through the front door and expecting your husband and baby girl to be up and rowdy. Instead, you saw Aaliyah resting on Miles' chest, his head hanging off of the couch's armrest. Two bowls of ice cream were completely empty with spoons inside of them, licked completely clean. The muffled sound of your favorite show played aloud. You smiled and kicked off your flats, grabbing a blanket from the linen closet as you slid next to your husband. You felt him wrap an arm around you sleepily, "Mami?"

"I'm here." You smiled, snuggling into your lover's side as your hand ghosted over your baby's thick hair. You heard Miles mumble against your ear, "I love you."

And you replied sweetly, eyelashes batting as you felt the opiate of sleep undertake you,

"I love you more."

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thebadboyfanclub · 1 year

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It Is Time (Daemon x Reader)

This is probably the softest imagine I have written and it was so much fun. I was listening to line without a hook so you get the vibe I was going for.

To be married into the Targaryen was considered a chance of a lifetime for most, however a marriage with the princess of the Summer Islands was a miracle, when (y/n)s father send the raven of her being open to wedlock Jahaerys was the first to respond, offering Daemon as a suitable husband, to align such foreign force was a must for the Targaryens, Daemon at first had retaliated, denying to part take in a loveless marriage with a woman he had never seen to just be a pawn of the king.

That quickly changed when (y/n) visited kings landing, “The diamond of the Summer islands” she was known for her bewitching nature, as she walked next to her father like she owned the place Daemon swallowed thickly at what his eyes were experiencing, it looked like she was a mystical fairy merely flowing instead of using her feet, she was a different type of beauty, a thicker frame with tanned dark skin from the place of endless summer, tall frame and curly hair, her eyes resembled that of a fox, full of mischief and secrets. The daughter of house Truefyre had brought Daemon to his knees with a single glance, once he greeted her and got a hold of her hand he felt shivers down his spine.

“It was the first time I felt like the Gods smiled down at me”

Their wedding was the talk of Westeros, (y/n) and Daemon danced the night away, whispers a of a the union growing strong took over as Daemon was seen tending to his lady wife in every way, shape and form, he was put under a spell that he never wanted to break free from.

“What is it my diamond?”

“I haven’t… bled”

“Oh…. Oh!”

Realisation hit daemon like a stone in the head, Daemon and (y/n) had been every affectionate with one another, Daemon would always have a hand touching (y/n) and there have been rumours of Daemon letting his hand slip in more inappropriate parts, how could he resist? His lady wife was the most perfect creature, his precious diamond that he held close in hopes to protect her forever.

Daemon was not a man of exaggerating declares of happiness, at the news of his wife being with his child he simply smiled and placed a kissed on her forehead before kneeling to be in the same height as her belly.

“I cannot wait to meet you little one”

(Y/n) had wished to reside to the Summer islands, away from duties and pointless dinner with backstabbing lords that would arse kiss in front of her face, her father was gracious enough to offer a castle right next to the sea shore as her wedding gift, Daemon could not deny his love such joy, he also secretly wanted to have a quiet life with his family.

As the morrows came and went (y/n) was changing by the hour, her lady nature kicked in with impeccable strength, compelling the princess to shed tears at the sight of a cat playing with her kittens, her hand was always caressing her growing belly as she sang to the babe while sitting in a swing located in a beautiful orange tree, the breeze passing through her as she rested in the shade and enjoyed the sounds of nature.

“The princess requested for deer meat with… peach jam”

Daemon found himself giving her strange requests to the cooks more than he liked to admit, it was almost a daily ritual for her to wake up in all hours of the night and beg her husband for stuff like plum juice and oysters, strawberry cake and beef meat, he would sometimes think her cravings were the reason of her sickness, although he was smarter than uttering his concern, he would simply nod and go searching for whatever she had asked for.

“I have gotten fat”

“You are with child”

“I am fat with child”

Daemon took in the scene of his wife standing as she watched herself in the mirror, she had gotten bigger as time went on but that was normal for her journey in motherhood. He had been reading a book in his bed when he puffed out a breath and stood up to approach her, (y/n) quickly went to wrap herself with her silk rob yet Daemon stopped her, on her vanity she had an open jar of cream that she would often run her belly with, it soothed her from the itching. Daemon took a small amount and gently went over the stretched skin with care.

“You are a mother, a beautiful woman that is strong enough to carry a child in her with such grace that you make it seem easy, I look at you and I see the world in those dark hues of yours”

“You are going to make me cry”

“I am going to make you happy and when the time comes and our baby is born I will be sure to let them know how infuriatingly gorgeous their mother was when you were carrying them”

“I hope it is a girl”

“I pray that it is healthy, now it is time you rest and no more talking down on your figure, the mother of my child will never be disrespected like that”

Daemon had been (y/n)s shadow, making sure she had everything her heart desires and was happy until she laid next to him with a grin, it was the only way Daemon could drift off, he wouldn’t be able to even sleep for an hour if he wasn’t certain his wife was unwell, especially now that she was risking her life for the birth of their child.

“Daemon, Daemon wake up”

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“It is time”

“Oh seven hells, I’ll summon the maester”

“No, no, take me to the ocean”

“(Y/n) it is not the time to swim”

“Daemon for the love of everything that is holy, take me to the fucking ocean”

Daemon was smart enough to understand there was no room for him to protest and not to even negotiate about it, he simply took his dear wife gently in his arms as she grunted and moaned and safely let her feel the coldness of the ocean waves. (Y/n) was overcome by a sense of relief from her muscles as the water soothed the ache, washing it away with each wave, her back resting against a rock with her legs spread wide open to give the babe access.

“Now may I call the maester?”

“No, I don’t want them here”

“Why?”

“I want you to be the first one to hold it, not a bunch of people who will let me know the gender before the status of the babes health”

Daemon empathised with his love, wet nurses and maesters were known for not quite caring of anyone’s health, only to deliver the next heir of the Targaryen bloodline.

Daemon nodded mostly to himself before he kneeled so he can take a proper look and guide his wife as much as he could.

“Now I am not trained for this but I’ll do my best”

“It’s alright my sweet, I just need you to hold it when it gets here”

(Y/n) was doing a wonderful job during the entire labour, if Daemon did not know any better he would say (y/n) had gotten through labour a thousand of times, the sound of the ocean calmed her nerves and the cold water seemed to come in to use as beats of sweat appeared on her forehead, she would often ask Daemon to splash her in the face or her chest.

“Here we go my diamond, just a little more”

It had been the wee hours of the morning until the babe was released from her, relief washed over her as her legs could finally spread flat and rest. Daemon caught the babe that was greeted by the ocean first before it was finally secure in their fathers arms, the beautiful little star cried while Daemon cut the cord with his dagger.

“Is the babe alright?”

“The dragon is as strong as her mother”

“Her? A girl?”

“Indeed”

“Give her to me”

Daemon silently complied, passing the fragile little girl in her mothers arms. (Y/n) had never felt more accomplished before, she delivered her daughter right as she wished, with her husband and with the strength of the ocean.

In her land the sea goddess was also the goddess of fertility, frequently plenty of couples would bring their babes to the shore and let the water caress the babes skin as a thank you to the goddess for allowing them to expand their families, to be able to give birth right in the goddesses home was a dream for a plethora of women.

“How about Ariel?”

“An unusual name for a Targaryen, what will your dear family say?”

“I couldn’t give two shits about them, you and our precious Ariel are the beginning and the end for me”

“you have become such a poet my prince”

“How could I not? dear (y/n) you have turned my life to a living fairytale”

“Help me up please”

Daemon allowed his wife to carry the small child while he carried her, the maester along with the servants were waiting for the couples arrival back to the castle, they were aware of how sacred this moment had been for them and watched from the sidelines, praying that everything would go smoothly.

“Behold (y/n) of House Truefyre and our first born, Ariel Targaryen”

(Y/n) only giggled as Daemon puffed out his chest with pride and carried her to their chamber while all the servants beamed with joy.

“I believe we should take the babe for a bath”

“No maester Gerald I will do it”

“As you wish princess”

“My love, you should rest”

“I would rather be Caraxes next meal than allow someone else experience her first milestones instead of us”

Daemon only leaned to peck his wives lips with the utmost adoration, his diamond was meant to become a mother and he felt a certain sense of honour that she chose him to share her future with.

The servants prepared the bath for little Ariel while (y/n) and Daemon kneeled, the babes first sensation was the ocean so Ariel was peaceful as the warm water was gently washing away the salt of the waves.

“She will be a strong dragon rider, like you”

“Or a graceful princess of the summer islands, like you”

(Y/n) leaned closer to her husband as a way to express her emotions to him. It was Daemons turn to smile at her, (y/n) was everything Daemon never thought he deserved in life, sometimes he would think what would his life be if he had not married her, and the result was just grim and cold.

“We should call the wet nurses my sweet, Ariel will need to feed in a while”

“Wet nurses? Daemon this is not kings landing, we feed our babes here”

He would never imagine he could love his wife more, that is until he was part of the moment (y/n) fed Ariel, such a sacred ritual and bond with mother and daughter. (Y/n) laid comfortably in their bed after she had a scorching hot bath with her favourite scented soap which was lily flowers, Daemon had even braided her wet hair so it will be out of her face and make her feel pretty.

(Y/n) hummed a tune to their little princess, light beaming through the windows on this glorious day and their babe healthy and already loved tremendously suckling on its mothers breast, (y/n) could almost feel the women of her bloodline gather around them and bless the babe with their hands on her shoulders, resilient women who suffered through months of pain, swelling, restless nights, broke their hips for the birth, even produced milk for their children to feed, Daemon had been a warrior who had taken plenty of life’s, his wife was a warrior who created a life.

“It is time for you to rest”

“No, I don’t want to take my eyes off of her, I want to watch her breathe”

“Alright, I’ll sit right by you with Ariel as you sleep, I will watch her for you. Do you trust me with that?”

“I suppose”

Daemon did as such, sitting up in their bed holding the princess while (y/n) got comfortable with her pillow, her eyelids were already heavy but she still fought, Daemon rocking the babe without even realising how bright he was smiling at his daughter was such a gorgeous sight to miss, they were not just husband and wife now, nor prince and princess of anything, they were mother and father, parents that would offer their life for their daughter, a bond made by passion and kept by devotion and love.

She drifted off to sleep with the sound of her daughter cooing at her father, praying that her body won’t be in need of countless hours of sleep, since she looked forward to waking up and be fully capable of holding her daughter again.

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carlossainzwho · 6 months

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dear angel lacy, eyes white as daisies

dad!carlos sainz x mom!reader

no one is giving me the girl dad content i want of carlos so i thought i should do some myself. enjoy!

lacy woke in the morning as a four-year-old girl. she ran to her parents bedroom, only to find it empty, bed neatly done and no mummy and daddy. confused, she ran down the stairs, her little legs carrying her little body and burst into the living room.

she couldn't believe her eyes - purple and pink balloons hung from the ceiling, birthday banners were spread across the walls and a small pile of presents lay on the side of the room.

she bounced to the kitchen and there stood her parents - daddy was making fresh chocolatey special pancakes and mummy was putting up a massive banner that read HAPPY BIRTHDAY LACY!

'mummy! daddy! i'm a big girl now!' lacy squealed delightedly

'aw, my baby is such a grown-up! happy birthday mi amor' y/n turned around and planted a giant kiss on her little girl's forehead.

she turned to her daddy and jumped up and down. 'yayy, daddy making pancakes! i love you daddy!'

'and what about me?' y/n retorted

'of course i love you mummy!'

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to my dearest little angel lacy, my daisy-eyed princess, happy 4th birthday! mummy and daddy love you 💖

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carlossainz55: i remember when she was a tiny little baby 🥰

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landonorris: happy birthday to lacy! love, your favourite uncle - you look better in papaya! 😌

oscarpiastri: happy birthday lacy, from your REAL favourite uncle! although i also agree, she definitely looks better in mclaren gear!

carlossainz55: no she doesn't pastry oscarpiastri: you bet she does, sainz yn~instagram: stop fighting you two! 🙄 oscarpiastri: yes m'am 🫡

user 1: not oscar and carlos fighting lmao

user 2: she's so fkn cute!

user 3: such a beautiful little girl!! happy bday lacy!!!!!!!

charlesleclerc: i still think i should let her wear some of my merch... the number 16 looks better on her

yn~instagram: no she doesn't, shut up frenchie

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charlesleclerc: how dare pierre like the comment! pierregasly: the woman's go a point, charles yn~instagram: let's not forget that you are french too, pierre 🫣

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pierregasly: ugh 🙄

carlossainz55

can you guess who the birthday girl is?

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yn~instagram: the birthday girl is lacy!

landonorris: save some cake for me please? 👉👈

oscarpiastri: me too danielricciardo: me three p1_coach: me four! some for harlow would do too! yn~instagram: why are all of you so damn hungry 😭 carlossainz55: sorry guys i ate all of it landonorris: goddamit carlos!!

user 4: im on my knees its MY dream bday party

user 5: such a pretty girl awwwww

user 6: oh to be carlos sainz's daughter

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user 6: HOLY SHIT HE LIKED THE COMMENT

user 7: gasp user 6: GASP INDEED

yn~instagram

got the birthday girl lacy some ice-cream!

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landonorris: lacy didn't let me have some of her ice cream 😪

oscarpiastri: well she did for me, so I'M the favourite papaya uncle landonorris: no, i am! yn~instagram: for the last time, STOP. FIGHTING. oscarpiastri: yes m'am 🫡

user 8: not oscar and LANDO fighting now lmao

user 9: god i love them all

lilyzneimer: the birthday girl definitely looks happy with that ice cream! although, i do recommend strawberry flavour for next time!

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user 10: who knew f1 drivers could be such dweebs?

yn~instagram: the only dweeb on this planet is charles damn leclerc charlesleclerc: hey!

user 11: oh to be a fly on the wall in an ice-cream parlour... *sighs*

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thanks for reading! liking and reblogging will help so much! you are always loved <3

of course, more olivia rodrigo has been used because she is STUNNING!

dividers by @firefly-graphics - thanks so much! your dividers are amazing!

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creedslove · 1 year

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Omg I saw that ask about dad Pedro, can you imagine having a sick baby and Pedro coming home and baby instantly calms

I'm sorry I am a little shit and I changed it to Joel Miller because that screams Joel Miller, I'm very sorry if you don't like it anon :(

post outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

A/N: my first time with Joel Miller, I never went past episode one of tlou (but i will, i promise) so idk if it was good

Joel grunted in exhaustion when he finally got home after a patrol. He didn't really like going on patrols anymore, not ever since he got you and your beautiful little girl. He never wanted to be a dad again, not after Sarah, not after the outbreak. But when you showed up pregnant, with sad teary eyes, looking so scared at his reaction, he only wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

Nine months later, little Rose had him wrapped around her tiny little finger. He thought he would never feel that kind of love again, but with his beautiful little baby, he was the softest he could be. He held her all the time, he helped you, he was there all the time, not wanting to miss one single thing from her life.

But Joel would always disappear when Rose got sick.

He knew it was kind of a jerk move, but he just couldn't bear to see the suffering in her face, her cries and how he was absolutely useless in taking her pain away.

That was why when her fever sparked, he immediately volunteered for patrol.

He couldn't keep his thoughts away from you and Rose. He knew he shouldn't have left you alone with her, but at the same time you knew how torturous it was for him.

So when he finally got inside and heard Rose's whimpers, his heart shattered. He was hoping his princess would get well once for all, he just hated how babies got sick, there was nothing more unfair to him than that.

You smiled at the sight of Joel, though you were tired from taking care of Rose the whole day, you were happy and relieved to see him. You missed your man so much and your daughter certainly missed her dada too.

You sat closer to him, rocking the baby gently "her fever broke about an hour ago, so someone got a real nice bath and is now smelling like strawberries" you tickled her tummy so softly but she only let out a small cough "I don't know why she's still crying, Joel" you gave him the same scary eyes from when you told him about the pregnancy and his heart clenched at how much he loved the two of you, at that moment he knew he would be able to take down the whole world just to keep you two safe.

Joel extended his arms and gently took Rose, placing her against his chest, seeing her teary eyes. It was too much for his heart, it felt like it was shattering each time she blinked and watched his face, how she sighed and cooed. He rubbed her back and kissed her delicate head.

"Shh Rosie… dada is here princess" he cooed at her, seeing how she had stopped crying and only paid attention to his voice.

Rose closed her sleepy little eyes and sighed tiredly. Her tiny hand gripped around her dada's finger as tight as she could.

As Joel spoke with her, she began drifting off to sleep, feeling so safe in her dada's arms.

You smiled and kissed his lips before resting your head against his shoulder "see? We both missed you"

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unlesshouse · 8 months

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More Than Everything

Mother!Rhaenyra Targaryen x daughter!reader

Headcanon of what it would be like if Rhaenyra Targaryen were your mother.

A/N: Something cute that I dedicated my whole heart to for you guys, just to make it clear that if there are mistakes in writing, know that I don't speak fluent English, so forgive me for the mistakes below.

Well... enjoy and I really hope you like it!

As Rhaenyra's only girl child, you would be spoiled brats before you were even born.

The news of Rhaenyra's pregnancy was announced at a rare gathering between her family and her father's; Viserys Targaryen.

Viserys's wife, Alicent Hightower, reacted with disdain as for her and her children another child that Rhaenyra carried did not make much difference in their routines.

Rhaenyra didn't care much about her stepmother's reaction, for her, her father's support, her husband's love and her children's sweetness when they learned of the new child's arrival was enough.

When the sex was informed, Rhaenyra Targaryen was infinitely happy because she wanted you to be a girl, in addition to asking the gods that you came into the world healthy and without complications at birth.

Your birth was the longest and most laborious of Rhaenyra's life, she has had a total of five strong, healthy boys but never before has she worked as hard to push them out as she has with you. However, with a lot of effort and tears you were born, kicking and crying as if the world was going to collapse right there you came and in good health.

The woman took her in her arms, feeling the relief of her pain and the happiness of a more than proud mother. Rhaenyra Targaryen had felt the warmth of her little body in her arms and that feeling of joy and love overflowed in her chest, she swore to protect her with her life if necessary.

Her first years as the little princess of the house had been the happiest of her life. Rhaenyra had named you after one of the governesses of the seven states of Westeros; Visenya Targaryen.

You grew up wearing the finest and most beautiful gowns that your father, Daemon Targaryen, bought just for you. She spoiled you as she spoiled her sisters; Rhena and Baela. Daemon hired painters to color his room the richest shades of pink, from rosé to pink. He also insisted on learning how to build a tree house by hand without needing help from a trained employee just to spend time with you, because that was what you asked for with the most pleading eyes of the doe in the world.

Rhaenyra had never seen her husband build something from scratch, coming from a privileged family she never imagined that Daemon could fulfill her tastes and build the tree house exactly as you asked.

When you were six years old, you accompanied your mother when she needed to go shopping. Not that Rhaenyra liked going out to do chores that clearly an employee of her family could do, but she imagined that moments together with you would be marked in her memory forever.

She always dressed you in clothes from the color charts that matched hers. She liked bold, dark colors, like a purple or crimson blaze and tight black skirts. You wore little purple or lilac dresses and when Rhaenyra wore scarlet red you wore strawberry red.

Rhaenyra always thought it was cute the way you asked her for anything, your mother adored you and never denied you anything. At a picnic where Viserys and Otto Hightower agreed to invite the whole family, Viserys' wife didn't hold her tongue and criticized Rhaenyra's misguided parenting "After so many children and you, dear, never learned to be firm and set boundaries Your daughter?" In one simple sentence, what was supposed to be a fun trip turned into a turbulent exchange of barbs between Viserys's wife and his eldest daughter.

Rhaenyra decided to return home ahead of schedule, picking you up in her arms and moving away from the woman who was looking at her with a lot of contempt and coldness in her gaze.

As the years pass and you get older, Rhaenyra worries about your sudden mood swings. After turning sixteen years old, you started to wear shorter and more provocative clothes, go out without permission and come back when you wanted, spend Daemon's unlimited Amex card on useless things and get involved with bad people. "I'll talk to her, Daemon, no need to worry." Rhaenyra reassured the man who was dangling his right knee impatiently and completely irritated by her actions. "You better talk to her, or else I'll have to impose punishments that you and she won't like."

her mother tried to convince her to change, as much as she sees her own adolescence in you, she sees that also imposing limits has to be necessary. Her words were more than reproachful, Rhaenyra wants her well more than anyone else in the world, so she advises her only daughter of the consequences of her actions. "The dragon's blood runs in your veins as it runs in mine, but we are women, our consequences are crueler, the world is crueler to us. Think about this carefully if you don't want to take the worst path."

Rhaenyra lets you see with your own eyes the alternatives you should follow, she is not controlling and wants above all that you make your own decisions on your own. She will guide you to become a strong woman, but she will also allow the credit to be completely hers.

With age, problems that were once trivial are now more complex. There is the college and the path you must take. Rhaenyra will feel before everyone around her that you are different, she is more frustrated, more silent and serious. Her warm smiles at dinner parties are rare now, and she gets it. "Don't worry honey, Visenya is fine, it's just adulthood for everyone." Daemon said in a mocking tone one day when Rhaenyra commented on her recent concern about you, it was a brief conversation but it served as a lesson to her that only she could help her in her own little world.

Rhaenyra asked you out one night, she knocked on your bedroom door as you finished your studies and got ready for bed. "Mom, it's almost nine at night and I'm tired, I've studied all afternoon for exams so I'm going to decline your invitation." You said in a heartbreaking monotone Rhaenyra who sighed in the doorway and smiled sadly at you. "I know you're tired and the exams are close, I also know that you don't know exactly which way to go and if it's going to work to make us proud, but I love you regardless of whether you get into the best college in the country or not. You've never failed me and you never will, we're made to try and persist, fail countless times and that's what makes us human Now please let's dance, drink and think about it later, I promise I'll make this night for you the best of all, sweetheart."

The smile that formed on her lips upon hearing her mother's words was much more than sincere, it was genuine and warm. You loved your mother above all else, that was the only thing on your mind at that moment. "Okay, I will, but we're not staying all night, okay, Mom?" You warned her and she burst out with a hearty laugh at you, the lavender eyes characteristic of her family's ethnicity for generations shining like two amethysts. "It's up to you!"

The night was young and when you saw it, you were dancing next to your mother at the door of the house when she was trying to hit the key hole. "Is it difficult there?" You laughed still swaying as if you were still on the dance floor to make your mother lose her temper and let out a short curse word causing you to burst out laughing. "Come on, let me help you, granny." You scoffed taking the keys from her hands and Rhaenyra patted her shoulder jokingly scolding you laughing at herself too. "Respect me girl, who created you?" Her voice is slurred and you laugh even harder when the door opens. "You, Mommy." You reply still mocking like you did in the past when you spent more time with her.

Rhaenyra was laughing not just because of the alcohol but also because she hadn't felt this happy in months with her.

Days passed and you took the exams to compete for the best university in Westeros, the results came out and you went to check your email being accompanied by your mother, father and two older brothers who were anxiously awaiting the answer. "Well... I PASSED!" you screamed in ecstasy being grabbed tightly by Rhaenyra who lifts you into her arms in a tight bear hug. "I knew I could, how proud I am of you, my dear!" She whimpers and then you return the tight hug feeling all the emotions welling up in you "I love you mom, most of all..."

Not many more words were needed to describe the whirlwind of happy feelings you both felt, she knew you were grateful to her for all the years of companionship, friendship and dedication she had with you in your development, and you knew that she was very proud of whether you passed or not, she loved you unconditionally.

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vanfleeter · 10 months

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Papai Master List // jtk

His Father's Son (☀︎)

Mean Daddy (☂︎☀︎)

Locked In (☀︎)

Imagination (☀︎)

Labor Pains (w/ Uncle Danny) (☀︎)

Earplugs (☀︎)

Heartbreak (☂︎☀︎)

Kiszka Clan (☀︎)

Think, Think, Think (☀︎)

Willy Nilly Silly Old Bear (☀︎)

Blurbs:

Chocolate, Strawberry, Raspberry--Oh My (☀︎)

Da-da (☀︎)

One Thing At A Time (☀︎)

Rockin' Robin (☀︎)

Oh, So Beautiful (☀︎)

Solutions (☀︎)

Potty Head (☀︎)

Boys Will Be Boys (☀︎)

Cooking with Daddy (☀︎)

Fairy Dad (☀︎)

Tommy's First Snow Day (☀︎)

Daddy the Pretty Princess

Midnight Snack! (☀︎)

Daddy-daughter Day (☀︎)

Tommy Meets Pooh (☀︎)

#greta van fleet fic #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka fic #greta van fleet fanfic #jake kiszka #dad!jake

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jinwoosungs · 2 years

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{ 43 }

the perks of becoming a father.

yuta okkotsu x fem.reader

you carefully balance the cooing baby in your arms, smoothing back your daughter's dark hair as you made breakfast for the day.

your baby was currently settled against your hip as your free hand worked on flipping the pancakes. it was a difficult feat to accomplish, making breakfast in bed for your beloved husband all while holding on to a 6 month old baby-

but she was just so cute, with her wide eyes that reflected your own color and a toothless grin that stole your very heart.

you could never say no to a chance to hold on to such a bundle of joy.

as you prepared the breakfast for your beloved husband, you spent your brief moments of refuge from flipping pancakes to press kisses against your daughter's soft cheeks. you suppose that it was only fair that she shared both of yours and yuta's features, since she truly was the best of two worlds combined.

your child was already so cute that yuta voiced his fears when it came to the future boys that would pursue her when she grew up.

"perhaps i could scare them all away with rika?"

after scolding your husband and reminding him to keep his katana away from your daughter, you end up spending the whole night kissing his pouty lips and reassuring him that even when your baby girl was all grown up, you still had each other.

with the pancakes finished, you begin plating the breakfast, placing some scrambled eggs and fried sausages first before stacking a heaping amount of pancakes in the middle with a healthy drizzle of maple syrup. with your cut strawberries already placed in a bowl, you place it on the tray along with your cooked breakfast and finish it off with a glass of orange juice and a fork.

"it's perfect, right honey?" you coo once more at your daughter, adjusting your hold on her so you could pick up the tray to surprise yuta with.

it takes some time for you to balance everything, being mindful of your baby's excited wiggles upon seeing her papa asleep in bed. she was already whining a bit, reaching out to him as her jostling movements force you to place the breakfast tray on your dresser.

"okay okay, let's wake up papa first."

climbing on to the bed with your baby, you take a second to admire your husband's sleeping face. despite the years you spent being together before getting married, you swore you would never get tired of admiring yuta's soft beauty. his dark hair remained fanned out below him whilst he slept as his full lips were parted.

it took every ounce of willpower for you to not kiss him right then and there. despite how disappointed you were for not being the one to awaken this quiet beauty, you allowed your daughter to take the spotlight and do the honors instead.

placing her on her papa's chest, she lets out a bunch of happy squeals while crawling up his form. almost immediately, you could see the smile paint yuta's handsome face as he opens his eyes to greet his daughter.

"good morning, princess."

he picks up the smiling baby with eagerness, allowing his darling girl to press sloppy kisses against his face. his true blue eyes shine brightly at you, practically beckoning you to come closer to him so he could kiss you.

you give him a gentle peck before forcing a strawberry into his mouth. his shocked expression makes you giggle, but he chews down on it all the same. "shouldn't i brush my teeth first, love?"

"no, i think you just need to enjoy this morning. all you need to do is hold on to our precious girl while i spoil you by feeding you breakfast."

yuta was not going to say no at the opportunity for you to spoil him as the two girls he loved most in the world surrounded him with their affections.

sitting up in bed, yuta keeps playing with your daughter while you fed him forkfuls of your breakfast. he moans at how delicious everything tasted, thanking you about a million times as he basked in the love and attention he was receiving.

when all the food had been eaten, you settle the tray to the side and gently frame at yuta's face. as you stared into his eyes, you saw nothing but unconditional love within his gaze. seeing your daughter smiling up at you with the same adoration in her gaze as her father, you give in to your desires and press a deep kiss against his lips. feeling more than grateful that he made you the mother of his children, you whisper to him,

"happy father's day, my darling yuta."

a.n. - sssh i know it's not quite father's day yet but pls let me indulge in soft!papa yuta with his daughter okay???

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x you #yuta okkotsu fluff #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta okkotsu x you #yuuta okkotsu fluff #okkotsu yuta x reader #okkotsu yuta x you #okkotsu yuta fluff #.stories

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kinkymjolnir · 3 days

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I don't have "gender" i have fantastical archetypes i embody. i pick them out in the morning like socks. some popular ones are

knight in shining armor with demonic wings hidden behind my back

paladin of light with tired eyes, washing the blood off my sword (they tell me to bite and i do)

princess with knives strapped to my thighs

witch

witch's cat

ancient dragon with a wise but lethal gaze, scales glinting in the light

awkward vampire letting love in again for the first time in centuries

a tiny fairy wearing a strawberry as a hat

daughter of a farmer who falls asleep in a haystack in the barn with a cowboy hat covering my face and an ear of what hanging from my mouth (time is always still yet somehow I don't fit into my old overalls anymore)

little boy making friends with a big, kind robot as we figure out who we want to be in the world

merchant in the woods who sells obscure artifacts in exchange for secrets (you only notice I'm behind you when i bite into an apple and make a show of smiling wide, opening my arms and bowing)

a guy in a tavern tossing a coin and catching it with a calm smirk

cat

archivist with big glasses that slide down my nose and knows the abandoned library like the back of my hand (we've been cast aside for so long — both the place and i. what was my name?)

mermaid whose hair color cannot be defined (it shifts so quickly, like waves, gone as soon as you look at it. you cannot catch me. when you think you have me, i am already slipping)

forgotten, ancient beast, slumbering on the bottom of the ocean (i stir.)

a childhood friend from the village whose face you cannot remember (but my warmth lived on in your heart so it's okay. i promise)

a kind teacher with power slipping out from under my skin (i keep smiling like it's on purpose but I'm terrified of what will come out of me once i break)

just a little guy. a dude. a buddy.

a nymph hugging a talking tree

the talking tree (come. rest on my roots. tell me your stories. what a beautiful creature you are. let me listen to you.)

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #original kinkymjolnir #archetypes #fantasy #i itch for an identity fluid like only stories can be #the older i get the happier i am #critical role

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eashmo · 9 months

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7 minutes in hell, or is it heaven? Part 11 💋

-You Taste Devine-

Warnings: Smut!, fluff, and lots of angst. Billy forever being a soft Lil bean to y/n.

A/n: Sorry for not posting chapters. i was actually finally watching the show, also I've been distracted on watching the witcher for the first time as well, sooo yea. Also, sorry if ya'll don't have a daddy kink.

So the date seems short to me, because I wanted to write the smut more because I'm a hoe 🤣

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Rolling over onto my side, I wanted to face him to admire the curves of nose and jawline with my fingers, I want to constantly touch him somehow. Watching how his eyes flutter in his sleep as i touched him, touching his addicting lips, touching his hair that glowed in the morning sun. Thinking about prom and last night's activities, I was smiling like an idiot because of this man in front of me.

Suddenly, feeling his hand on my wrist, the grip was tight but not inflicting pain. He didn't say anything. He just kissed each of my fingers slowly, his eyes still closed.

"What do you think you're doing, princess?" He says in a husky morning voice. opening his eyes.

My cheeks were getting red for being caught. He grins and leans in, watching intently. I lower my eyes, suddenly intimated by the strength of his gaze.

He reaches out, gently nudging my chin up. "Are you blushing?" He asks in a teasing light tone.

"I-i don't know what you mean," I insist weakly as a smile slowly spreads across his face. His thumbs move across my cheeks as he chuckles. Fully grinning as he held my face, i gasped a little at the rare sight. I always felt like I had saved the world in my past life to be able to witness that smile.

"Let me take you on a date tonight."

"Can we go to the skating rink?!"

He chuckles, "As you wish, princess." He leans into me once more, capturing his lips with mine.

Neither of us heard a car pulling up, keys jingling as the front door opening, or the footsteps coming up the stairs, nor my bedroom door opening.

"Y/n, dear, I thought I would – oh my!" hearing a familiar voice of my mom, I shoved Billy off of me, making him fall to the ground taking the comforter with him with a loud thud, wincing as I heard a groan of pain from him.

"Mom!" I tried to cover my naked body with other blankets.

"Hello, Mrs. y/l/n ,” Billy greets smoothly, finally standing up from his place on the floor, wrapping the comforter around his naked waist, taking my moms hand, and kissing it “You are far more beautiful in person than I could imagine” sincere, charming even, brimming with utmost confidence. She looks at me with a huge grin on her face. I rolled my eyes. “I'm Billy Hargrove, your daughter's boyfriend."

“It’s nice to finally meet you. You look just like how she described you, Billy,” my mom says with a big smile. “y/n has had a crush on you for a year. ”

“Oh really?” he asks, one eyebrow raised, looking at me amusedly.

"Also, please, call me y/m/n." She took one look at the boy standing awkwardly somewhat naked in her daughter's room. She noticed that his torso was severely bruised.

“Are you alright dear, did you get into a fight? She asked with concern, filling her voice as she pointed to his torso.

“Oh. I- i um.” he says, not able to tell the truth about how he got them.

Coughing. "Mom, you and dad came back early," I say, finally finding my voice. Distracting her from Billy.

"Oh, most of the meetings were canceled. We left for two days and got yourself a charming handsome boyfriend." She playfully scolded. My mom seemed to play off the ignored question.

Billy rubbed the back of his neck. He let out a boyish grin, and immediately, I knew he had just won over my mother.

“Um Mom, can you give us a second, please?”

“Of course honey, but later we need to have the talk about certain things” she says painting at my current state but right before she closes the door she gives me a thumbs up along with a wink.

“Christ.” I say as I flopped on my bed, covering my face with my hands.

“Well that went better than i expected” he chuckles, putting on his jeans, ignoring the shirt that was on the floor. He crawled over me and hovers over me, straddling my legs. I looked up through my fingers. He gently removes my hands from my face. Bending down to capture my lips.

“You're cute when you're embarrassed” he smirks.

Laughing “Oh fuck off hargrove”

Gingerly, my fingers touch his bruises, “I wish he didn't do this to you. If I meet him, I will kill him, I swear” I was getting pissed.

He chuckles a bit “jesus you are hot when you get pissed, but thank you for being my little protector”

I gave him a small smile “well someones gotta do it” pulling him down for a quick kiss , We finally came down the stairs fully dressed. “Ready to meet the father, big boy?” He stiffened immediately. Laughing “he's going to love you, i promise.”...... I hope so.

The meeting with my dad went smoother than i thought, dad took one look at Billy's scared face and immediately laughed while shaking his hand. “Welcome to the family, Billy, but no more sex under this roof ever again,” my dad scolded him. My eyes widen “thanks mom” i grumbled under my breath

“S-sorry sir” Billy gulps

“And you young lady from now on your are grounded."

" Can I at least go on a date tonight?" I pouted.

"OK, I'll let you off with a warning, just for tonight," he points at me with a semi Stern look.

“See i told you nothing to worry about” i teased as He slings an arm around me. “Yeah, your parents are fucking awesome, but not as awesome as you” he whispers in my ear.

Rolling my eyes “I love you, dork.”

“I love you too, nerd,” he grins.

*First date at skating rink*

“I’m totally gonna fall on my ass by the way. I never had luck with skates” I say to Billy as he laces up his own skates. We looked around the skating rink, watching as the people on the rink passed by.

“Well we can't let that happen now, can we?” He says with a smirk, leaning over to wrap an arm around me.

“Let me help you to the rink.” He says, taking hold of my shaky hands. I bite my lip and attempt to lift myself off of the bench. I immediately lose my footing upon fully standing up, falling into his arms. Billy lets out a hearty laugh, causing me to pout. “Asshole,” I mutter, placing my hands on his bicep for balance.

He chuckles “come on, bambi.” I stick my tongue at him with the nickname.

“I can't believe I suggested this for the first date. After all these years, I still can't skate.” I groaned in embarrassment.

“I think it's cute, especially because it gives me an excuse to hold you more,” he says.

He pulls me from the carpet onto the slippery, wooden floor of the rink. We start off slowly but gradually start going faster over time.

“Just ease into it, your tense baby.” he says, letting go to give me some freedom.

Immediately, i slipped and fell flat on my back. Billy stops immediately and goes to help me up.

“Nice one, y/l/n!” A group of girls snickered at me as they swerved by me. I flipped them off, hissing in pain as Billy lifted me up off of the floor.

“Well that went great.” we both say at the same time, both of us laughing.

I finally started to ease into it after several hours. It still isn't easy, Billy leads me around the rink, and I laugh as he does little tricks around me.

“How are you so good?” I whined when he was showing off again.

“My mother took me to skating rinks a lot when i was little. If i wasn't surfing, i was skating.”

“I would like to know more about her.”

“I will tell you soon,but now is not the time.” he sighs with a small frown.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” he smiles.

An announcement rings through the building, stating that the rink will be closing soon.

He took me over to the plastic bench, and he helped me sit down and undo my laces. “Baby, I’m not five, I know how to untie my shoelaces.” Billy chuckles, “I know princess…I just felt like doing it for you.”

“You’re so cheesy.” I tease. rolling his eyes. “Only for you.”

“Wanna do the photobooth before they close?” I say with puppy dog eyes.

“Anything for you.”

*car ride home also smut incoming*

I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he drove. Something about him driving does things to me. his hand had started off holding my own, but it had slipped to my thigh, gripping it tight like he was reading my thoughts.

"Billy, do you mind going the long way home?" I asked. He chuckles lowly, moving his hand a little more up my thigh, causing my breath to hitch. "Gladly." he says, punching the gas pedal a little more.

It wasn't long before he was driving down an old, almost overgrown, dirt road to a small clearing passed the warehouses; He pulled over, he looked at me with dark, lustful eyes that made me wanna moan; he leans in, his hand still on my thigh, kissing me harsh and bruising, pulling me onto his lap, his grip moved to my hips, fingertips harsh and making me roll my hips. His addicting taste of strawberries and cigarettes made my head spin.

"D-Daddy," you mewled in his ear, grinding down on his lap.

He stops my grinding “what did you call me?”

“Daddy.” I said quietly that I was turning red with embarrassment sitting back in the passenger seat thinking I did something wrong.

With a smirk, he undid his belt and pushed his jeans and boxers down to his ankles; his cock rock hard, "What's the matter, kitten? Dont You want Daddy to fuck you?"

You bit your lip, nodding eagerly. "Yes, please.”

“Strip” he demands.

I stripped quickly at his command. “daddy.”

the growl that escaped his throat when i said that was primal, and without even any hesitation, he quickly puts me back on his lap, aiding me in lining myself up with him before he let out a loud groan when i fully sank down on him, gripping his shoulders as i began to rock and grind my hips.

"That's a good girl, You look so fucking good on top of me,fucking yourself on daddy's dick like a good fucking girl."

My lips were against his neck as I was begging for more, leaving bright hickeys everywhere whilst I tangled one hand in his hair, tugging it perfectly, his hands firmly on my hips, fingertips bruising my skin, losing ourselves in the ecstasy.

"Fuck, Daddy, I'm so close."

“Then cum baby girl.” he mercilessly played with my clit as he continued roughly pounding into me, I clenched around him, my juices covering him, he quickly pulled out and his thick cum covers the space in between us.

"Fuck, princess," he manages to say at last as he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. "You're so fucking gorgeous when you cum." He licked his lips.

"Lie down in the backseat," his voice was low and gravelly, making you bite your lip in excitement. "Daddy wants to taste you.”

Lying down in the backseat, spreading my legs, watching in awe as he got between my thighs. moaning loudly and arching my back when he ran his tongue through my folds, slow and teasing at first, he made sure to keep his eyes trained on me, especially when he pushed two of his fingers inside of me, making me gasp from the overstimulation. the windows of the car had fogged up.

He crooked the fingers that were buried inside of me, making me let out an incredibly loud moan; clenching around his fingers I came for the second time my juices were eagerly licked up by him, he pulled away, licking his lips.

my legs were shaking, i was sure i couldn't move. "Baby, let me return the favor," I breathed out.

Chuckling, he shook his head “you don't have.”

“Please daddy let me.”

“Ok princess.” he smiles.

“I've never done this.” i say quietly

“It's ok, baby.”

He sat back when I got on my hands and knees on the seat. bending down, I spent some time kissing his thighs, getting closer and closer to his balls. He let out a loud growl when I put one of his balls into my mouth. swishing it around inside my mouth, then switched to the other one; He started breathing hard. I managed to put both his balls into my mouth at once. “ You are doing amazing, princess.” he grunts, I gingerly begin to stroke his cock. removing his balls from my mouth, licking his shaft with the tip of my tongue. Drenching his cock with my saliva. finally putting my lips around the whole head of his cock and started to gently suck him off. slowly lowering my mouth over his entire cock, getting it deep inside my mouth as i could. grunting softly when I realized I couldn't get it all inside her mouth. slowly bobbing my head up and down on his lap. I could hear his breathing getting heavier.

“Fuck, are you sure you never done this before?” he grunts.

He began to buck his hips up and down; Swirling my tongue wildly around the underside of the head of his cock, driving him mad with desire. It was hard to really say anything back with my mouth filled up. I intended to milk him dry; looking up, I saw his eyes were tightly shut, and his hands were by his side. “I'm about to cum kitten.” he moans, shortly after he said that the explosion came.

The intensity and amount of cum was difficult to handle. letting his cum drip out onto his lap. His hot cum mixed with my saliva as I licked the tip of his shaft.

“H-how was that.”

“That was absolutely amazing, baby girl.” he says as he pulls me up to kiss my lips, tasting himself.

“I love you so much.” I whisper in his lips.

“I love you more than you think.”

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stardustndreamsofsilver · 1 year

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Everything is Temporary

Final Part

a/n: Well loves, we've made it to the end. I have loved writing this little series for you all 💕 Seeing your reactions to all the twists and turns truly made this whole experience magical. I hope you enjoy this last installment and happy reading 💕

Josh x Reader (f)

Warnings: none

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One Year Later

“Okay kiddo, today’s a big day. I mean it’s right up there with the day you were born.” Josh says, picking up your daughter out of her crib. “You’ll be hanging out with your Nana and Gram most of the day. But I get you all to myself this morning.”

Holding her and carrying her to the kitchen, he sits Odette in her highchair and goes to make breakfast for the both of them. He makes Odette pancakes, making sure to cut them up first, and cut up some strawberries and a banana. Sitting the plate in front of her, she immediately starts to shove the food into her mouth. Josh grabs his own plate and sits beside her.

“So what do you think? Did Papa do a good job with your pancakes?” He asks.

“Mmmm! Mmmm!” Odette says with a huge smile.

Josh grins and says, “Well I’m glad they’re up to your standards princess.”

They finish up their breakfast right in time. As Josh is putting the dishes in the sink, he hears a knock at the door. It’s Karen coming to help with Odette.

“Hey hun!” Karen says, hugging Josh. “Where is my Odie girl?”

Josh says, “Hey Mom, she’s in the kitchen, we just finished up our breakfast.”

Karen immediately goes to find her. Picking her up out of the highchair, she says, “Okay my sweet pea, let’s go get you a bath and get you all prettied up for your mama and papa.”

“Thanks again. I appreciate you coming and helping out.” Josh says.

“Oh it’s no problem. Now you go get yourself ready.”

Josh does as he’s told and goes to get ready. He takes a shower, styles his hair and starts putting on his outfit for the day. It’s a burgundy velvet jumpsuit with gold embroidery all over it. Golden sun beams branch out from the deep v cut. Little gold flowers placed along the bottom of the sleeves. Tiny pearl beads and dusty rose color rhinestones scattered perfectly between the sun beams and down the sleeves.

Stepping out from the bedroom, he goes to find Karen and Odie. He finds them in the living room. Odette is wearing a gorgeous little dress the same color as Josh’s jumpsuit. Her dress has a beautiful bouquet of flowers embroidered along the chest and little rhinestones that match Josh’s sewn along the hem.

“Hi my beautiful girl.” He says, bending down to pick her up. “You look absolutely breathtaking, stunning, gorgeous.” He tickles her belly, earning a stream of giggles.

“So tell me, how does Papa look?” Josh asks motioning to his outfit.

“Bootifu!” She says, clapping her hands.

“Awe thank you baby.” He says, before placing a kiss on her cheek.

“I guess it’s time to go ahead and head on over there.” Karen says. “Here, I’ll take her and you grab her diaper bag.”

With that, they leave the house and are on their way.

Sitting down at the vanity, you look at yourself in the mirror. Your hair is down with the side sections braided and tied in the back with a gold headband. You're not wearing very much makeup, just some mascara and a simple lip. Looking down, you grab your rose gold earrings and put them on. Next, you pick up your necklace, a gold chain with a vintage white cameo with roses on it. Putting it on, you gently touch the pendant and smile to yourself. You felt beautiful.

Standing up, you walk over to your dress. Before you can go to put it on, there’s a knock at the door. You say come in and your mom walks in with Odette. You smile and tears well up. She look so precious. You reach out to her and she leans toward you for you to take her.

“Hi my love! I missed you so much! Did you have a good time with Papa this morning?” You ask her. She cuddles into you and you snuggle her back. “Awe, I love you so much. Okay, here you go to Gram and Mama will put on her dress for you.”

You hand her back to your mom and go to put on the dress. It’s an off white lace dress with bell sleeves and flares out at the waist. Once you get it on, your mom helps you button up the back. Turning around to face your daughter, her whole face lights up and she waddles over to you, hugging your legs.

“Pretty! Pretty Mama!” She says.

“Thank you lovey.” You say bending down and hugging her back.

There’s another knock at the door. It’s Karen. When she steps in she looks at you and says, “Oh honey, you look beautiful.” Giving you a hug, she says, “He’s going to lose his mind when he sees you.” You chuckle and say thank you. “I came to tell you they're ready for you.”

You nod your head take a deep breath. “Okay. Let’s go.” You say with a huge smile.

Your mom and Karen take Odette and head out before you. You take one more deep breath, grab your bouquet of white roses and baby’s breath and walk out of the room.

As you walk down the hall, your heart starts to race. When you walk up to the double doors, you can’t help but smile as you look down at your bouquet. The door opens and music flows out. Looking up, there he is. Standing at the end of the aisle, your love of a lifetime. Making your way to him, you smile even bigger and giggle. He sees and giggles too.

When you get to him, you hand off the flowers and he takes your hands, giving them a squeeze. He whispers an " I love you”, and you whisper one back. The officiant begins to speak about love and the commitment you’re making to one another. It’s beautiful, then it’s time for your vows. Josh says that you are the love that he’s always searched for, yours is the face that he dreamed of, life with you is all he’ll ever need. You say that his love is worth more than you could ever express, your heart searched for his and now that you found him you would never let him go.

When you finished your personal vows the officiant asks you to repeat after him.

“I will stay by your side through it all, I promise you a lifetime whether long or short, I swear to you that from today forth my love will never be temporary.”

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elrw24 · 2 years

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Pairings: Chris Evans x Female Reader (Wife) x Their daughter Penelope

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: I wrote this on my phone, this is just a cute little story that I had in mind for a while. I can totally picture these sweet moments.

Summary: Your daughter, Penelope, has her ballet recital and she really wishes that her daddy, Chris, was there to see her. Little does she know, he has a little surprise for her! 💕🩰

You’re rummaging through Penelope’s closet early in the morning looking for her ballet slippers and trying to run around to get her ready for her recital that’s later that evening. You want to make sure that you have everything organized and ready for when it is time to get her dressed and ready to go. You go into the kitchen to start making breakfast for yourself and P, while you let the dogs out into the backyard. You busy yourself making P’s favorite breakfast, strawberry banana pancakes. You hear her little feet coming down the steps and into the kitchen, “Morning mama”, she says yawning as she stands in front of you and hugs your leg. “Morning little sunshine, ready for some breakfast?” She runs over to the table and sits, “Mhm!!!” You let the dogs in, serve both of you some pancakes, orange juice on the side for Penelope and some coffee for you. You’ve cut up some more fresh strawberries to eat on the side and make some scrambled eggs. You sit across from each other, when Penelope looks up at you with her big ocean blue eyes like her daddy and sighs. “What’s the matter, baby?” She picks at her strawberries, “I just miss daddy, I wish he was coming to the recital tonight. You think we can call him on camera mama?“.

You smile at your little baby, knowing that her daddy has a little surprise for her today. These long stretches in between filming usually take a hard toll on the both of you. Penelope missing her daddy’s stories, his hugs and his cuddles…and as for you, well, you just miss everything about your husband. His smile, his kisses, hugs, his touch, and hell just the house without him gets lonely. “I miss daddy too, baby. But I tell you what, let’s clean up the kitchen and then we can cuddle up on the couch and call daddy before we have to get ready for your big recital. I’m sure daddy’s going to wanna wish you good luck!”

You both sit up on the couch and she grabs the iPad and calls Chris on FaceTime. He smiles hard when he sees Penelope on the camera. “Hey little mama! Look at you my cute princess!” She screams into the iPad, “Hi daddy!!!” He smiles, “How’s my little princess doing? Are you ready for your big night?” She smiles at him, “I’m good, daddy. I just had some pancakes with mama, and now we’re just cuddling for a little bit. I’m nervous about tonight daddy and I wish you were coming.” She says as she hold the iPad with one hand and plays with the hem of her shirt with the other. “Pancakes! You save any for me? Baby, I know you’re going to be amazing tonight, you’re going to shine the brightest on the stage. Your mama is going to take tons of pictures and videos for me tonight though, so I’ll be there supporting you in spirit baby girl.” She smiles, “I love you daddy”. Chris looks like he nearly wants to cry, “I love you, more P. Where’s your beautiful mama at?” P points the camera at you and take the iPad while Penelope runs off to chase the dogs. You smile, “Hey handsome, you looking tired. How’s that drive coming along?” He chuckles, “Baby…I am tired, I left early but I’ll be ready to swing by ma’s house before heading to the recital. I’m going to shower and get dressed there to surprise P at the recital.” You smile, “I can’t believe you drove back up from Virginia. You know she’s going to be so excited and she might cry when she sees you. Wonder where she gets that emotional side from…” you both laugh. He says, “We’re both the most emotional people I’ve ever met. It’s no wonder P wears her heart on her sleeve. Our sweet girl, she’s just an angel.” You chuckle, “Like 80% of the time, that other 20% she can get sassy and mean when she’s hangry.” Chris looks into the camera, “Now that’s a familiar story…sounds like her mama”. You laugh and tell him, “Alright, handsome. Let me go get P in the bath and start getting her ready in a few hours. Drive safe baby, I’ll see you soon.” You kiss the camera and he smiles, “Love those lips baby girl, do it again. You know I can’t get enough of those lips of yours.” You roll your eyes and pucker your lips again towards the camera, knowing that he was going to screenshot it.

After you hang up, you call for P to meet you in the bathroom. “Okay little missy, let’s get you showered, then we’ll do your hair and then we’ll get dressed to send some pictures to daddy.” You wash her hair, start putting on her tights, tutu and her bodysuit. You put on a bit of gloss on her. She smiles up at you with her curly hair and big blue eyes like her daddy. She strikes many poses for the camera and you just smile and laugh with her. You take a candid video of her laughing and twirling and send it to Chris, you write “Our little ballerina misses her daddy❤️” he responds to you, “I can’t wait to surprise her. Love my princess”. You and Penelope get in the car and drive to the theater. You go backstage to drop her off and you give her tons of kisses, “Good luck little mama, me and your Grammy Lisa, Gigi, and Poppy will be there cheering you on.” She reaches up on her tippy toes to give you a big hug and a kiss, “Thank you mommy!”

You go and find Lisa, your mom and your dad in the crowd. You smile at them and thank them for coming, it’s so extra special that you and Penelope not only have the support of your parents but Chris’s family. His sisters were going to be here and so was Scott. Penelope has no idea that her aunties, uncle and most of all her daddy were going to be surprising her on her special night. You all sit together but you save the spot next to you for Chris. He comes in last with a bouquet of pink posies, pink roses and pink tulips. You smile up at him and kiss him, “You made it!” He smiles at you, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You all watch the recital and watch as Penelope along with her friends did a great job performing and having fun on stage. You and Chris take tons of pictures of Penelope on stage. You both smile like the proud parents you are. The crowd gives the ballerinas an encore and they start coming out.

When Penelope spots us, Chris is off to the side so she doesn’t notice him. She shouts with excitement when she sees that her uncle Scott and aunties surprised her. She runs to hug each of them, she gives her Grammy Lisa a giant hug and then her Gigi and Poppy get giant hugs too. She then runs to you, biggest smile ever when you hand her a small bouquet of sunflowers. You scoop her up in your arms and you give her a giant kiss, “I’m so proud of you, P! You looked amazing out there! I have another surprise you though, baby!“ She backs up a little in your arms to fully look at your face, “What mama?” Chris walks up with his bouquet of pink flowers and says, “Congratulations my princess!” Penelope turns around jumps down to run towards Chris, “Daddy!!!!”. He scoops her up in his arms and hands her flowers, “Hi princess P.” She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses his bearded cheek, “Hi daddy!! You made it!!” He kisses her forehead, “Of course, P. I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world. You looked amazing out there baby girl.” She smiles hard and says, “Thank you for my flowers mama and daddy, they’re so beautiful.” You and Chris both hug P, and we kiss her cheek, “Not more beautiful than you princess”. Chris looks over at his beautiful wife and his beautiful daughter and smiles to himself, he couldn’t be any luckier than he is in the moment.

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beauty-and-grief · 1 year

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Strawberries and Tears

After so much time exercising self-control over his feelings towards Yona, Hak didn't imagine that some happy strawberries would be his downfall.

In her tireless and unconscious effort to torture him, Yona had not found a better place to taste her strawberries than under the same tree on which he rested after lunch.

It was hard to focus on anything other than capturing and savoring those red lips between his. Meanwhile, she, oblivious to his fantasies, offered him that damn berry that was making him lose his temper.

Her beautiful smile only managed to increase her desire to kiss her and hold her in her arms. With these thoughts, he sighed and closed his eyes, but when he opened them again he was startled to find the princess's face mere inches from his.

Yona smiled and placed a strawberry on her lips. Hak tasted the berry, imagining what her delicate mouth would taste like, losing his patience even more.

A gentle breeze carried the scent of peonies, lavender, and jasmine from her hair to him. Everything about her was tempting and Hak didn't know what to do to keep his sanity and not give in to his impulses.

Months had passed since that last kiss, when he was in the cell, and after the Mei-nyan rescue operation and the confrontation with Chagol, there had not been a single moment of quiet to establish at what point their relationship was or even to be alone together. Perhaps that moment was now and that was why fate seemed to want to force him to give in to temptation, but Hak wasn't terribly good with words.

Resigned, he leaned his head against the tree trunk, masking his uneasiness with a mask of calm, studied indifference. It didn't last long, his nerves broke again when the rest of the group announced that they were going shopping, inevitably leaving him alone with the princess. No doubt the gods were testing his endurance, just as she was when she decided to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

Defeated, he firmly gripped Yona's wrist and, moving closer to her, he murmured:

—Princess, you are exhausting my patience.

She flinched as the only answer, and with flushed cheeks she lowered her gaze.

Hak placed his lips on the fingers of the hand he was still holding, drawing a surprised sigh from Yona, who was now looking at him with wide eyes.

Finally, he threw all composure out the window and leaned over her, kissing her soft lips still tinged with the red of her strawberries.

Both fell on the grass. Hak leaned the weight of his body on his arm for fear of crushing her, momentarily breaking the brush of their lips.

He managed to hear his name from Yona's voice, who was looking at him with those beautiful purple eyes that blinked in confusion.

He could affirm with complete certainty that there was no more beautiful melody than hearing her name from those lips of hers in a small voice. He wanted to cover her with kisses as her hands, now those of a fighter, tangled in his hair.

He was soon kissing her again, taking in the sweet, sour taste of berries and the floral fragrance of her hair, which had almost reached her previous length.

He, too, found no resistance to deepen their kiss with his tongue and start a dance with hers, trailing his fingers down her delicate throat as his other hand trailed to her waist.

The sighs of his companion only threw him further into that spiral of desire, uncertainty and perhaps fear. He was afraid of losing her, he was afraid that he would not be able to protect her despite the fact that she had shown him over and over again that that defenseless and lonely princess was left behind, whom no one saw with the same eyes as him, just because she was the daughter of a king who was accused of being a coward.

Yona had suffered and changed in many ways, but he would never want to stop being her bodyguard or leave her side, even when she might not need it and even though the thought terrified him deeply.

He kissed her desperately with fear, and she seemed to feel it. Only when they separated did he allow himself to look into her eyes, conveying all his fears without saying a word. She looked at him with infinite tenderness and pronounced those two words that both of them had avoided until then.

—I love you, and I need you by my side, always –she announced firmly–. Do you remember the night I gave you the lapis lazuli pendant?

He nodded, running his fingers to the amulet that always hung from his neck.

—That night... –she hesitated– that night you told me that, if I could be happy, that would also be your greatest happiness.

Hak looked away in embarrassment as he remembered his words, even if they were the greatest truth of his.

—When I got back to the room I started to cry, at first not sure why, but those words... Those words made me immensely happy and incredibly sad at the same time. It was at that moment that I understood how special and valuable you were to me, and I guess it scared me to find out that I could no longer conceive of life without you, and that I would go completely crazy if you left me.

Hak felt his mouth dry and a sting in his tear ducts that he hadn't experienced in a long time. He was afraid that if he said something his voice would crack, because his feelings resounded strongly at her words, so he just hugged her and in that shelter he allowed the tears to fall freely.

—When you disappeared my whole world broke into pieces –she continued between sobs– I feigned composure and tried not to lose hope, but the mere idea of not seeing you again was so terrifying that I felt faint. Every night I felt that I was short of breath, felt the deepest and most heartbreaking pain that I could imagine.

I was able to hold on and continue despite So-woon's betrayal, despite my father's murder, but if I lost you... –her voice broke before she could continue–.

He held her even tighter in her arms, feeling her tears fall on his back.

—I am here now, and I will not disappear again. I am with you, I will be as long as you allow it. You'll have to kill me to get rid of me.

She laughed between sobs and slightly broke the hug to kiss him slowly and sweetly.

A laugh interrupted them and they both turned to find the oldest of the dragons smiling knowingly at them.

—Zeno had forgotten something, but Zeno is leaving and leaves the lady and the young man to their... business —he excused himself, withdrawing with his arms entwined behind his neck—.

Yona had turned the color of the strawberries that she devoured before, with a trace of tears on her cheeks. Hak thought that it was the image of tenderness and perfection, so he couldn't help but kiss her again with a smile adorning his lips and the certainty that he was incredibly lucky and that he would not let her go under any circumstances.

Disclaimer: Akatsuki no Yona does not belong to me. This is a fictional work written by and for fans.

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hannahhook7744 · 1 year

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de Vil family Headcanons revised:

Trigger warnings: Child abuse, child neglect, mentions of dementia, mental health issues, unhealthy coping mechanisms, death, and animal abuse.

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There is an 11 year age difference between Hunter and Carlos, a 5 year one between Carlos and Ivy, and a 4 year one between him and Diego.

Hunter, Ivy, and Carlos are tech geeks in my universe and can't do anything musical to save their lives.

Diego, on the other hand, is the only musically inclined one who cannot do anything tech related to save his life.

Hunter and Ivy were born pre-isle but died trying to stop one of Cruella's plots when she found out and pursued them. Causing them to crash.

Because of their childhood Villainous activities they were resurrected and sent to the isle the year Carlos was born.

Both Antia and Roger have met Hunter and Ivy but only Ivy has met their niece, Amber.

Funnily enough, all of the de Vil cousins have four things in common—their love for animals, their tempers, their competitive nature, and their very strong passion for fashion.

They have a lot of pets that they have to play 'Keep away from Cruella' with.

Including a chicken on Hunter and Ivy's part, which is funny because their ancestor— Dimsdale—despises chickens.

They are descended from both Melione (Hades' daughter) and the Villainous princess Ivy from Sofia the first.

Hunter's full name is Hunter Claudias de Vil.

Ivy's full name is Ivana Mallory de Vil.

Diego's full name is Diego Ethan de Vil.

Carlos's full name is Carlos Oscar de Vil.

Carlos is the son of Cruella de Vil and James Charming.

Diego is the son of Cecil de Vil and an unknown woman.

Ivy is the daughter of Carmen Sandiego and Cotton de Vil.

Hunter is the son of Helga Sinclair and Charles de Vil, making him the older half brother of Harry Badun.

Carlos's dad either got taken forcibly back to Auradon or was killed by Cruella. No one is quite sure which.

Diego's mother left him on the doorstep.

Ivy's father was a pyro noir like detective and the youngest of his many siblings, which made her a favorite of the family. Her father died in a freak fire related accident when she was 3. Carmen had no idea where she went after Ivy's father died.

Hunter's father was an artist turned Archery teacher who went by 'Archer' and died in a freak archery accident.

Hunter de Vil is dating a grown up Jim Jr (from Lady and the Tramp) and Jane's cousin, Elisa/Eliza.

Diego is dating Derek, Doug's older brother.

Carlos is dating Jane.

And Ivy is dating Gordon, son of Grumpy— and yes, they are aware of the irony.

Together (meaning them, their partners, their cousin P.H, and Cruella) they have 18 pets. Including 2 chickens, 1 ferret, 1 dove, 1 lab rat, 4 cats, and 10 dogs (most of which are Cruella's).

Hunter is still an influencer (he was one when he was a teenager) and is also an inventor who works at the local tech repair shop and a part time mechanic.

All of the de Vil kids love chocolates but different kids.

Hunter practically lives off of coffee and energy drinks and kinder joy eggs.

Hunter is also a YouTuber.

Ivy loves oatmeal with strawberries and blackberries.

She is an inventor, a fashion designer, a salon owner who makes her own cosmetics, and a beauty pageant veteran who always saw Amber dearly (The Radcliffe's niece) as a rival. This was one-sided.

She takes after her mother alot— she's elusive, playful, badass, etc.

Kids used to call her Evilana. Which she hated.

Diego is the lead singer and guitarist of the Bad Apples and a member of Harriet Hook's crew and the Anti-heroes' club.

He is also a tattoo artist who loves coke (the soda) and fast food.

Carlos is a tourney and ROAR member who loves video games, tech stuff, animals, and inventing. He wants to be a veterinarian or app designer.

Hunter, Ivy, and Diego helped Carlos build his treehouse when they were younger.

They all love each other very much and are very protective of one another.

Unlike Carlos, the other de Vils are actually quite fond of the Badun cousins.

Ivy loves the color pink.

Their ancestor that everyone thinks is the literal devil was actually a somewhat normal human boy who was just unfortunate enough to have been born with hooves and a tail (likely due to them also being descended from Hades’ daughter Melione and sorceress like the original Ivana de Vil—aka Princess Ivy).

For some reason, Diego is Cruella's favorite. No one knows why or how.

This is entirely one-sided; Diego despises Cruella.

Yes, Hunter and Ivy were born pre-isle.

Yes, they committed their crimes.

BUT, they were also 12 and 6, and highly abused and neglected.

And they redeemed themselves and got killed in the process in my timeline saving the puppies from one of Cruella's schemes gone wrong.

But of course, Auardon brought them back a year after Carlos was born and sent them to the isle despite the Radcliffes' protest.

Hunter was 12 and Ivy was 6, and they both cried and pleaded for mercy. Beast and Belle ignored them.

They hate them because of this.

Like their parents before them, they're close.

Unlike their parents, they didn't have a falling out and would still die for one another.

Diego is the only non-tech savvy de Vil of this generation.

But that's fine with him because he's the only one who can play any instrument.

The other 3 can't play an instrument to save their lives.

Despite the fact that Diego is a part of Harriet's crew and that Harriet is in alliance with Uma, he and Carlos are still close.

Diego is the only non disabled, sickly, or mentally ill de Vil.

All of the de Vils are into fashion.

The de Vil cousins move out of Cruella's house after Carlos goes to Auradon. They had only stayed for Carlos.

The de Vil cousins have an unspoken agreement to always look out for each other, their pets, and the badun cousins.

The de Vil cousins communicate in Morse code sometimes. Other times they communicate in sign language.

They made up their own language to communicate in as kids. The Badun cousins are the only ones who understand it.

All of the de Vil kids have pets and take care of Cruella's pets.

They all feel guilty about the fact that they couldn't protect each other or their pets. Or the Badun cousins.

Jace and Harry used to have siblings. The rest of the isle might have forgotten this but they hadn't. They never would.

None of the four de Vil cousins will ever turn down helping the Badun cousins. No matter what.

No one talks about the missing Badun girls and boys.

No one talks about how the Badun cousins don't live with them, Cruella, and their dads anymore.

After Harry Badun turned 7, learning medical care became a priority for all of the de Vil kids. Maybe it's guilt or maybe it's a sense of obligation. No one knows.

Diego is the only one of the group who sleeps.

He's known as the only 'normal' de Vil. He's the only one who doesn't have a nasty nickname.

He's the one who keeps everyone alive which makes up for his bouts of irresponsible stupidity.

Diego is also the only de Vil sibling who can write in cursive.

Hunter is the only blonde de Vil that the cousins can remember.

This earns a lot of jokes about him being adopted.

He is never amused by them.

Ivy looks the most like Cruella. Her hair is half and half like hers, and she hates it. Hair dye doesn't work.

She's tried. Her cousins had to beg her to stop because she would break out in horrible hives when she used it and they were afraid she'd die.

Carlos is allergic to Wool.

Hunter and Diego have no allergies.

Hunter is claustrophobic and afraid of the dark and being alone and forgotten because of his time in the crate. His younger cousins know very few details about it.

Diego's hair is the opposite of Carlos's—his hair is mostly black with a few white streaks and specks, while Carlos's hair is mostly white with dark specks

Ivy is afraid of burning alive like her dad but also addicted to the flames.

Her and Hunter are scared of dying again.

Diego, Carlos, and The Badun cousins had to sleep in their beds a lot when they were younger to calm them because of the nightmares they had.

They still do.

The 3 oldest de Vil cousins were in pure shock and mourning for days after Carlos left for Auardon. They thought they'd never see him again.

Carlos, Hunter, and Ivy go to all of Diego's concerts and like all of his videos and buy all his albums.

He does the same for them.

They're all scared of going nuts like their elders.

They were all scared of their other relatives when they got off the isle.

Hunter never forgives Ben's parents. Never.

He and Ivy both try to pretend that they don't want to kill them both.

Everyone but Diego has had depression. Diego has just always been optimistic (and a bit angry).

Ivy is named after their ancestor, Princess Ivy.

She resents this.

Divus de Vil, or Divus Crewel—as he is now known—is a professor at Night Raven College.

He teaches the school's science curriculum, including potionology.

He, like the rest of his family, feels strongly about fashion and refuses to compromise on what he wears.

He is Cruella and Crisitan de Vil's twin brother who somehow managed to stay out of any serious legal trouble. Unlike them.

When he was younger, Divus was nicknamed 'devious' by his fellow peers. Right around the time they started to call his sister 'Cruella' instead of Ella.

He was the favorite of his mother—meaning he was the only one who ever got attention from her.

He has no pets.

He, Cristian, and Cruella taught their 3 younger brothers (Cyrus, Cotton, and Cecil) how to work on cars when they were all kids.

Back before Cruella and P.H became cruel, all 7 of them were rather close-knit despite their age differences.

Divus's mother named him. His name means "divine"/"godlike" or "god". It can aldo be considered a variant of "diva", referring to a narcissistic and self-important person.

Cyrus was a teen dad at 14.

Malevola and Cruella didn't hesitate at all to yell at and belittle him for this.

He ran away a couple of years later with his son, Charles, and became a farmer.

Cyrus was a natural blonde but dyed his hair black and white in an attempt to fit in with his family.

Charles inherited it as well. They both inherited this from Oscar "Count" de Vil.

22 years later, Charles met a woman named Helga Sinclair and Hunter de Vil was born.

Oscar and Dintia de Vil are the parents of Malevola de Vil and her brother, Malice.

Of course, those aren't their real names. Only the names those who didn't understand their odd family gave them.

Oscar and Dinita would never name them those names. They were actual loving parents, thank you very much (Unlike Malevola).

Malevola and Malice are actually named Mallory and Malachai.

Malachai's unflattering nickname doesn't really fit him at all.

He may be the mastermind but Malachai isn't really eVil at all. He's actually harmless and quite kind. Unlike his nasty sister.

Oscar de Vil was rumored to be a vampire and thusly nicknamed the 'Count' because he always wore a black, hooded cloak.

And no, he isn't actually a vampire. He's just severely allergic to sunlight and has to wear a hooded cloak while outside during the day.

It's actually kinda funny/sad considering the fact that his wife, Dinita, loves the sun and taking walks.

She stopped doing it as often when she began dating him so she could spend more time with him, so it's safe to say their love was true.

Both of them were loving, confident, lively people who saw the best in everyone and loved life.

Oscar was a businessman and a doctor who was quite charitable to those around him and Dintia was an architect.

Dintia actually was the one who designed Hell Hall and the other de Vil properties.

The two of them and their kids were loved in the small community they lived in for the first 10 years of Malachai's life.

And then Dintia slowly started to forget things.

It was small things at first, like Mallory's favorite color and Malachai's favorite snack.

And then it was big things, like her anniversary and birthdays.

It only continued to spiral from there until Oscar dragged her to the doctor during the day—causing him to break into hives mind you—and got her checked out to find out what was wrong.

Not long after, they found out she had early onset dementia and Dintia started to change.

Forgetting who Oscar and even her own kids were. Not recognizing her two birds, Stormy and Sunny. Not recognizing her own pictures.

Oscar began to distance himself from his kids, throwing himself into his work in hopes of finding a way to save his weakening wife.

Dintia kept finding ways to escape the house and could often be found wandering around town, confused.

Some less than lovely people started to call her dementia instead of her actual name.

She died four years later when Malachai was 14 and Mallory was 10. And it hit everyone hard.

Oscar and Malachai both fell into a deep depression and due to the time period they were in, they received little to no help at all.

Oscar became a shut-in and rarely left his house, glaring at anyone who approached him on the rare occasions that he did.

Malachai became a shell of his former self. He stopped talking and smiling and goofing around as much, and daydreamed often of his mother never getting sick and his life never going to hell. Hardly able to accept reality.

He actually checked out for a bit—becoming emotionally detached from everyone around him—and didn't speak for years.

If his son, Philip Herbert aka P.H, hadn't been born, he would have never come out of it.

Unfortunately, while he and Oscar were emotionally dead to the world, Mallory started to change.

She became bitter and resentful and apathetic to everything that wasn't fashion. And her morals and what she saw as important slowly started to distort until she wasn't recognizable anymore.

And she was oh so hateful to anyone who wasn't her love, Dupree, who would go on to be her husband—earning her the alias Malevola.

Dupree was head over heels in love with her and blind to all her faults, which would come back to bite him later.

They'd go on to have 5 kids in this order; Cruella, Divus, Cyrus, Cecil, and Cotton.

Malevola/Mallory didn't even attempt to be a good mother. Ignoring them when she could get away with it and being out of town often.

She'd even snap at and belittle them from the moment they were born.

Cruella would go on to be a fashion designer as did Crisitan and you know the rest.

Cyrus became a teen dad and a farmer.

Cecil became a film director and willingly went to the isle for Cruella.

And Cotton became a detective and a pyro.

Cotton eventually met Carmen Sandiego, one thing led to another, and Ivana/Ivy de Vil was born.

Ivy is Malevola's favorite grandchild.

Malevola tried to make up for her parenting mistakes with Hunter and Ivy, and the other two kids, but failed.

Mainly because she played keep away with them and their mothers.

Oscar (Malevola) was a good grandfather who visited on occasion but couldn't undo the damage his daughter had done.

Dupree died before he could meet Hunter, Ivy, Diego, or Carlos.

He admitted openly on his death bed that he regretted not divorcing Malevola when their kids were young because, while he loved her, she wasn't a good person and screwed up their kids in ways that couldn't be fixed.

Most of the de Vils are mentally ill in one way or another.

Harry Badun is Hunter de Vil's younger half-brother.

Cotton died in a fiery accident he caused.

Cyrus died in a farming accident.

Charles died in a freak archery accident.

Oscar succumbed to his old age, a bitter, angry old man who the children of the Village feared.

Hunter and Ivy died in a car accident while trying to free the dalmatians from Cruella and got resurrected and sent to the isle.

Cecil died from not taking care of himself when he fell depressed upon realizing he had damned his son and that his niece and nephews would never be free of the isle.

Malachai got sick and died when P.H was very young, causing him to be taken in By Malevola and Dupree.

Due to the sudden loss of the only parental figure he had and the neglect and belittlement he suffered from Malevola, he went mad.

He was introduced to science by Divus and started to experiment on any animal he could get his hands on. It rarely ended well for the animals. But Malevola allowed it as long as her dogs and Malachai's snake weren't touched.

P.H ended up experimenting on his father's snake and it died.

Cruella helped him hide the evidence.

Malevola was devastated and never found her brother's snake, leading her to assume she lost it.

It was one of 4 times Cruella and her siblings ever saw her mother cry.

Malevola told Carlos once that he looked like her brother at his age. It was the only time she ever mentioned her brother before her death.

Anita knew all of Cruella's generation growing up. P.H always scared her.

Once when they were all little, Cruella convinced them all to try her favorite drink; ink.

They all got terribly ill from it and never did it again.

No one knows how Cruella can stand drinking that stuff.

Carlos lives a long, healthy life with his friends and Jane.

Divus was delighted to meet his niece and nephews. Along with all their partners and friends.

Horace and Jasper were friends with the de Vils and Radcliffes growing up.

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