#x son reader

[randomperson3736]

Trauma

Paring(s): Bruce wayne x son! Reader, batboys x brother! Reader

Warning(s): mentions of rape, kidnapping, abuse, boxing, blood, childhood trauma, swearing

Genre: angst, sad

Summary: you're Bruce's adopted son and a vigilante to gotham city, but you have a horrible past you can't escape from.

Word bank: M/N- male name, V/N- vigilante name

Two years ago today, you were found and adopted by the billionaire Bruce wayne A.K.A the infamous batman. He had found you when out on patrol with the others A.K.A nightwing, red hood, red Robin and Robin.

And not long after Bruce had taken you in, you become V/N, the newest vigilante to gotham streets. But no matter how hard the others tried, you never opened up or socialised with any of them. All you did was stay in your room and only ever came out if you wanted food, water, the toilet, school,to train or to go out on patrol.

They didn't blame you for this of course. They knew your past and how you grew up. But they didn't understand why. Even after being with them for two years now you never once did anything with them. Were you not comfortable with them? Did you not like it here? Did you hate them? These questions ran through everyone's head, even damian's.

Bruce and Alfred believed you had depression or PTSD but never said anything beacuse they wanted you to ask for help... but you never did. Everyone feard that you had let your past cloud your whole life. And you couldn't blame them for this worry and fear.

You would snap so easily, train to the point you were bruised and bleeding, never slept for more then 2 hours a night, barley ate anything during the day. They all worried about you and your mental health and you knew that,you really did. You did tried to forget your past, move on from it and be more open with everyone but the past always haunted you.

You grew up in an abusive household with you're so called mother and father. You're mother was a addict who died when you were 7 because of the drugs and you're father was a cruel man who thought he owned the world. When you're mother did died, your father never got over it and blamed you for her death. So he began beating you often, everyday of every hour to the point you nearly died.

That wasn't the worse part of it, oh no. The worse part of it was when your father, the man who was supposed to protect you from anything, would sell you off to other people for money. But he didn't care what they did to you along as he got the fucking money.

That's pretty much how Bruce came across you. It was a cold winter night when your father had beaten you and sold you off to another man who did unspeakable things. The man was also some crazy drug lord who Bruce had been trying to nail for weeks. You looked so broken and empty when Bruce had found you, his heart broke at the sight of you. All their hearts broke at the sight of you.

You were extremely grateful for Bruce and for everyone but you still felt cold and empty even with your new family around. Your past was almost engraved inro your skin like tattoos and every time you thought about it you went to train. Training was almost like an distraction for you. It helped clear your head and get your anger out.

You started punching the punching bag with brutal force, and bare hands....

"WHY?! WHY?!WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?!" You didn't even feel or see your hands bleeding nor the blood dripping down the punching bag and onto the cold floor.

Bruce and the others heard this and immediately stormed into the training room to find you in this... numb and empty state.

"Hey... no, no, no, what are you doing?! Hey it's okay... you're okay.... you're safe... you're fine... look at me M/N. You're okay..." Bruce said as he gently pulled you away from the punching bag and into a hug.

You sobbed into Bruce's chest, as each scream and cry that left your throat broke everyone's heart. "I-i'm sorry.... I'm so f-fucking sorry..." you sobbed out. Bruce just rubbed your back, trying to comfort you. "It's okay... you did nothing wrong, you hear me? Nothing" The others soon joined in on the hug, each one trying to comfort you in some way.

They wanted to make sure you felt loved and safe... and you did in that moment for the first time in years, you finally felt at home.

[buterccup]

Hi there!

So I just read your rules and I hope I'm not disrespecting any

So Price x son! Reader (platonic of course) where price invites 141 to his house and find out he has a son. I just have this stuck in my mind where the son (adopted or biological, I don't care) walks into the house and there are these Buff military men and he's just like "dad there are weird man in our house" or the son just opening the door making eye contact with everyone and just slamming the door shut after about a minute.

Sorry that this is so long, I hope you can work with this somehowe

Have the greatest day :D

I absolutely love your idea anon! I find it really wholesome. And I don't mind if it's long, the longer the better in my opinion. I hope this is what you wanted, thank you for your request, and have the greatest day too mate^-^

Papa Price is real

Summary: Your father is finally coming home from his job for a while but unknown to you your father is bringing home some guests and maybe you might get along with them better than your father thought.

Warnings: Nothing but fluff, fatherly love, light swearing, gen z stuff<33, he/him pronouns (the reader is around 15-17), mistakes, a little rushed/short

Character(s): Price x son! Reader (platonic)

Ever since you woke up you had a huge smile on your face, I mean who wouldn't feel that way when they found out that their dad was coming home last night. You almost couldn't sleep from the news alone.

You even made sure to wear the hat that he gave you when he last visited. It was an otter bucket hat.

You have only seen your father a few times but that didn't change how you saw your father. John Price. You're actually very proud of your father, he is so brave and the fact he puts his life out there so other people can live theirs is just so cool to you.

It almost felt like it had been an eternity since you sat down on the couch waiting for your dad to come home, glancing at the clock every 2 minutes. But the time that you went to check the time again it'd only been 3 hours, making you groan loudly.

"Hun? what's wrong?" your mother would call out to you from the kitchen, knowing why you acted like this she missed him too but nevertheless she still asked. a soft smile grew on her face as she look towards your direction.

"I feel like I've aged 50 years!!" you would shout into a pillow, having nothing to do but sit there and go on your phone from time to time, leaving your mother to laugh to herself and shake her head.

It had almost been 5 hours and you felt like you were going to pass away until you heard a knock on the door.

He's here

Your mother didn't have time to move before she saw a flash of you sprint towards the door, a wide grin spread across you face as you opened the door.

"Father dearest-"

"..."

SLAM

Last time you remembered your father didn't have a mohawk and a baby face or a skull balaclava- which you must admit was fucking cool. wait. Were you getting robbed? No, if you were they wouldn't knock...unless they are just really shitty at their job.

But even with the proof they weren't robbing your family, you had frantically grabbed a pillow and opened the door again, ready to throw said pillow at the first person you see. Leaving your poor mother to process what you were doing.

"You have a son!?-"

Headshot!

"HA L"

"[Name]-" That's when you froze and looked at where the voice came from, it was your dad! So you weren't getting robbed.

"Dad there are weird buff men in front of our door."

"Alright..."

Things could have gone worse but they didn't! After papa Price explained who they were and why they were here you 'apologised' to the mohawk man who was called soap, which was weird but you don't judge before your mother welcomed the boys in.

You were just talking to the group of buff boys, calling Soap bestie whenever you had the chance while your father helped your mother make dinner. The boys trying their best to understand the things you were talking about, Gaz being the only person understanding half of what you were saying since he was the youngest out of the task force.

"My mother's cooking is bussin'"

"Excuse me???"

Requests: Open

A/N: I really hope you liked this because I don't know if I did that well with this :')

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

okay hear me out!

Imagine a little kid buys a Chucky doll and after a while the doll starts acting weird and stuff. So the kid doesn't realise what's going on but the parents just want to throw the doll away.

The kid, doesn't want to throw the doll away but after the parents told the kid that they would get a new one she was like ''okay whatever.''

Later that night, when the kid was about to go to bed Chucky just sprints right in front of the child. Chucky expected the kid to be scared but instead they were confused.

Chucky did everything he could to get the child to be scared of him but the child is just so dumbfounded it kinda hurts.

AFTER THAT. The parents end up throwing away the doll and Chucky goes on a killing spree etc.. then Chucky gets bored and goes to find that kid again..

I wrote this at 12 am and turned out to be so cringe help.

Also be specific with me, like idk wtf to do after u said that last sentence without any more information??

"you're actually not that bad..."

You've had your eye on those famous good guy dolls for a while. Your parents didn't mind buying it, after it was really popular and seemed to bring positive vibes. Although tad bit expensive.... It was okay.

There were soo many of them so you just closed your eyes and waved your pointed finger like crazy and picked the one it landed on. Your mother chuckled as she got your selected pick and went over to your dad to get checked.

Your mom's jaw was almost on the floor as the cashier announced the price.

"four ninety two!? I thought they ranged from only a hundred or two!" even your father seemed startled by this.

"yes but it seems this one is a chucky doll, these are very rare and so cost a lot."

Your mother turned to look at you. And then decided this wasn't the time to argue and agreed immediately to taking a coupon the cashier suggested.

You had placed ur newly brought friend on the living room as your parents watched you open your toy.

It was just like you've seen everywhere. Permanent plastic smile and ginger hair and a cute little overall outfit.

"hi, I'm chucky! I'm your friend to the end." you smiled at this and as soon as it said it liked to be hugged you immediately did so.

This interaction warming both of your parents hearts and were glad they bought that doll for you.

It has been a few days since you had gotten that doll but it emitted an uneasy feeling to both your parents. They would often find sharp objects around their house missing and end up near you and the doll.

They confronted you about it but you denied their accusations.

Or that one time you talked to them about over hearing chucky move around your room and the house. Your parents were concerned as you never had any experience like this before.

And they have been lately feeling if the doll is watching them. And having quite fed up with this as well as worried for the safety of their child they choose to get it rid of it later.

They announce this to you but being an oblivious child this was confusing to you. Why? He didn't do anything, (that bad) and besides he was a good friend.

Your parents not being able to come up with a good lie as to not freak you out or confuse you any further they told you they would buy you another toy a much better one at that. So you just agreed. He was a bit weird at night anyway.

After it was bed time you got ready to climb on your bed when a flash of colors as tall as you sprint in front of you.

Getting to properly look at the colorfull object, you see that it's your chucky doll! And he's smirking at you. Almost as if looking down on you. But then the more you stared at him the lesser the wide smirk on his face stayed.

"...."

"..."

"I thought dolls weren't supposed to walk."

"what? That's what you're more focused on?"

His voice sounded nothing like the ones before, it was masculine, rough and raspy.

"well I've never heard of walking dolls in real life. That's actually kinda cool!"

"what?" he some kids would be scared or running... Well it is kinda nice to be complimented from time to time. But screw it.

Chucky went under the bed and pulled out a sharp large knife and threatened you with it "okay kid, there's no time for talking. Let's play a game, it's called hide the soul. If you refuse or cause me any trouble this knife is going right into your throat."

"....."

"but I don't wanna."

"YOU- little shit..." the doll mumbled to himself he couldn't kill you, he needs you alive. Then he got the idea that if he scared you enough you would finally listen to him, he could just tie you up but his height and body severely disadvantage him. Its not like if he tried to you couldn't just defenestrate him.

He tried to scare you by throwing the knife near your head and you said to him to use a ball to play catch instead. Threatened to kill your parents, you said he was too little. Your other toys? They aren't alive. A trick by trying to fool you into thinking he gave up and so you can just sleep now and he'll go away. Of course it didn't work!

He's not a very patient man so he snapped and lunged at you but you acted quickly and picked him up from his tiny arms and locked him in the your closet then ran to your parents.

"Y/N! y/n.. Unlock the door, I'm sorry okay? I just got a little mad because that was my favourite game and you didn't wanna play.... I promise I won't do it again. Unlock the door y/n." you hesitated and didn't reply. And answered with a "I'll think about it."

At this point he had zero patience left.

"UNLOCK THE DOOR YOU STUPID LITTLE SHIT!" besides his voice, thrashing and banging was all that could be heard inside.

*knock knock*

*𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖆𝖆𝖐𝖐*

"mommy.. Daddy.."

"jesus... What is it honey..?" asked your mom

"what are you doing up so late?" said your dad after. Looking to the clock it was currently 09:52 pm.

"chucky's being weird, he's calling me names and has a knife."

"......"

"..........."

"honey what? A knife?"

"that damn doll." your father replied under his breath shortly after, obviously sick of what's happening cause of this one small toy. getting ready to return or throw that doll away immediately.

Unfortunately it was too late to return it. Your father unlocked your closet door and got chucky out just like you told him and threw it in the trash. Finding no knife but too tired to even care anymore. He tiredly told you to go to sleep and to discuss it later.

You only nodded. And did so. Still on guard if he comes back again, he was quite scary.

Chucky was livid and internally exhausted from all that action earlier. And the only way to charge him up is by taking his anger out. He took the knife from behind his shirt and so went his way to the unattended car and approaching owner.

It was evening and he had a killed a total of 6 to 9 people in a span of 2 days. But he got bored out of his mind and still no luck in successfully finding a child somehow. But he could always come back to you. But this time. he wasn't going to steal your soul.

Well although you were dumb, you are actually not that bad.

It was 8:45 and past your bedtime. You forgot to lock the window and just as soon as you were getting ready to get into your bed a voice behind you called out to you.

"hey y/n." the same raspy voice said.

You turned around and see your once toy sit on the edge of your widow. immediately taking caution. "are you going to yell at me again?"

"what!? Noo!" Chucky said playfully. He was kinda surprised you didn't ask him if he was going to hurt you instead.

"I have a change a heart." he got down and starting slowly walking towards you.

"the last time you screamed at me you were acting nice." you replied sadly with a frown on your face.

Chucky stopped and then let out a loud cackle. "this one's different!" a smile was visible on his face as he walked even closer but not maliciously.

"I think you and me are going to be best friends." he added one last time.

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Yes, you and him DO become best friends and he is now your other father figure 👹

[murderhusbands4life]

Hannibal Lecter X Teen Son Reader

second request sorry for the wait.

request: There's not many Hannibal having a son it would be interesting how he takes care of his kid through the years maybe when this kid grows up he moves to Paris in his teenage years but yet he has not met will graham, Then he gives Hannibal a call saying he will come visit and he meets will Graham and Abigail Hobbs then chaos from there.

i love this idea!

Fir the Lithuanian I will be using Google translate and Lithuanian will be in this font

Third person pov...

Not many people knew, well only one person knows that Hannibal has a Son and that person was Bedelia Du Maurier.

Y/N Lecter was Hanninals son, years ago Hannibal was close to one of his former patients before she became one of his victims as the cheasepeak ripper.

She had left behind a Son, a H/C haired baby with Hannibals eyes, when the man first held him in his arms he knew deep in his heart he loved this child and would keep him safe.

Young Y/Ns childhood was strange to say the least, having a physiatrist/ Serial Killer/ Cannibal as a Dad made it strange.

When Y/N was around 5 he witnessed his father kill one of his patients as they began violent with him. Hannibal hadn't noticed his son in the doorway of the office as the body slowly became cold.

But it didn't frighten Y/N only intrigued him in the anatomy of the body, Hanniabl knew from that moment on that his son was special, of course to him he had always been special but then he knew.

When he was 8 Y/N learnt of his family history and that he had an aunt but she died when his Father was young, Hannibal had also taught his Son Lithuanian, the two regularly converse in it.

When the boy was a teenager he left for Paris to study anatomy in on of their prestigious schools of art, Hannibal didn't want to let go off his child but knew it was what Y/N wanted.

The man paided fir everything so his son would be comfortable as he studied and the boy was thankful to his Father, He had promised to visit every once in a while, he kept that promise.

Years later...

Currently Hannibal, Will and Abigail were in Hannibals home watching the man cook in his emaculate kitchen as always, Hannibal had his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves to work.

Abigail rolled her eyes as Will watched Hannibals every move his eyes never leaving his hands, the curly haired man was sitting on one of the bar stools opposite Hannibals workspace.

Hanibal could feel Wills gaze and had a smirk on his lips, Abigail groaned her Dads were so obvious it was sickening.

Then the door bell went, Will got shaken out of his daydreaming a blush on his face, Hannibal looked to the clock '7.40pm who could that be at this time' thought the man as un the corner of his eye he watched Abigail move towards the door.

Y/N wrapped his thin coat around his body tightly, cupping his frozen hands and blowing on them, he forgot how cold Baltimore was, taking a second he cursed remembering he had a key.

"šūdas!(1)" He hissed finding the key finally using his shaking hands to open the door, he rubbed his shoes on thr welcome mat and closed the door behind him.

As he began taking his rain ridden jacket off he called into the quiet house "Aš namie Tėti(2)" He hung his coat up, he was confused usually his Dad was already at to door to greet him.

"tėvas?(3)" He called again, getting no response the first time, the teen grabbed a scalpel he keeps in his pocket for sketching he held it in his hand held down at his side just incase, he then heard foot steps in thr hallway.

The surprise was clear on his face as he saw a strange girl in his home, glaring at the teen he held the scalpel out in front of him. "Who are you?" He exclaimed, this made the girl glare suspiciously at him.

"I should be asking you that, who are you?" The brown haired girl glared back at the strange teenager holding a scalpel like a weapon. "Abigail what is going on?" Came a smooth Eastern European voice from behind the teens.

Y/N gasps at the voice and looks up behind the girl, the girl also turned around at the voice. "tėvas!" Exclaimed the teen throwing his arms around the tall frame of his Father.

Behind then Will and Abigail looked confused almost worried for the boy who had a death wish for touching Hannibal, but to their surprise the man wrapped his arms around the boy.

"tėvas aš namie, aš tavęs pasiilgau(4)" whispers the boy as he held onto the man tightly, he relaxes when he hears his dad mutter back in Lithuanian.

"Mano sūnau, tu grįžai namo, maloni staigmena, aš taip pat tavęs pasiilgau(5)" whispers the ash grey haired man, holding the teen tightly in his arms, after a few moments Will finally broke the awkward silence.

"Hannibal, who is he?" Askes the Agent a hint of jealously in his voice makes Abigail snort, this made Hannibal break the hug but kept his arm wrapped around the boys shoulder, he was a couple inches shorter than the older man.

Said boy looks at the man betrayal on his face. "tėvas! Have you not told then about me! I thought you loved me" complains the boy eyes pooling with tears.

Will and abigail watch Hannibal wearly, but his expression didn't change apart from him sighing softly and tapping the boys head the teen sticks his tongue out childishly.

"Oops" he says, will breathes a sigh of relief he was joking, the man blushes at his reaction to the boy saying he loved Hannibal.

"Will and Abigail this is Y/N, my son. Son this is Will Graham and Abigail Hobbs I apologise for the late introduction I was not expecting him for a few more days" Explains Hannibal eyeing his son out of the corner of his eye.

Abigails jaw drops while Will is silent. "What's! You have a Son!" Exclaims the girl making Y/N smile at her. "Yep nice to meet you tėvas has told me alot about you and his Dear Will" Says the teen cheekily.

He dodges the slap let his way by his father making Abigail laugh, Hannibal sighs at his son, over joyed to have him home finally.

Over dinner Y/N told Abigail and Will and bout himself and how he was studying in Paris in anatomy, like his father he loved sketching bodies and learning about the anatomy.

Y/N and Abigail became close, the teens loved to play pranks on the two men and secretly hint at them liking each other.

The end!

Hope you liked this oenshot I enjoyed writing it!

Requests are open!

Word count: 1264

Lithuanian translations

šūdas! (1) - Shit!

Aš namie Tėti(2) - I'm home Dad

tėvas(3) - Father

tėvas aš namie, aš tavęs pasiilgau(4) - Father I'm home I missed you

Mano sūnau, tu grįžai namo, maloni staigmena(5) -

My son, you have come home, a pleasant surprise

Mano sūnau, tu grįžai namo, maloni staigmena, aš taip pat tavęs pasiilgau(6) - My son, you are back home, nice surprise, I miss you too

[mandomaterial]

Imagine being a pirate, and not only an ordinary one, but the only child of the legendary Jack sparrow, you were the only thing that he’d never leave behind, never trade, never give up. You were his constant companion, the inly one he entrusted everything to. You would sail the sea together, through storms and calm, adventure and everyday life. To say you’d inherited just half of his insanity would be an understatement, you were like a carbon copy of Jack, maybe not in looks but in personality for sure. You were just as cray as him and it was as if the two of you could read each other’s mind, always on the same page and always following the same plan. He taught you everything and anything he knew, how to handle a blade as well as a pistol, how to make trades in your favour and how to escape any situation. You’d experienced countless adventures with your father and you’d been locked up in every possible way, but still, you escaped with Jack, because he’d never leave you behind. And now, you sail the seven seas with you father as captain of the black pearl and you being his fist mate. Forever until you are taken by the sea.

[ironboyxs]

A Super Dad to the Rescue

Pairing: Superman x Male Son Reader

Notes: this post has a different format because i'm posting on my phone. And remember: REQUESTS ARE OPEN

**Summary:** On a quiet night in Metropolis, Clark Kent's young son has a nightmare. Clark transforms into Superman, not to fight a villain, but to comfort and calm his son, showing his more human side.

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The city of Metropolis was enveloped in calm and silence, with the brilliance of stars lighting up the night sky. While everyone slept, an iconic figure flew silently through the skies. Clark Kent, Superman, was back from a night on patrol, ready to rest. But before he could snuggle into bed, he heard a sob coming from his son's room.

With concern in his eyes, he silently entered the boy's room and found his son, (Y/N), lying on the bed with his face contorted in a nightmare. (Y/N) eyes opened in fear when he noticed his father's presence.

"It's okay, (Y/N)," Clark said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. He took off his glasses and smiled at his son, revealing his piercing blue eyes. "It was just a nightmare. I'm here to protect you."

(Y/N) was still shaking with fear, and Clark knew he needed to do something more than words to calm the boy. He lightly touched (Y/N)'s shoulder, and with a whisper, Clark's clothes transformed into Superman's famous red and blue cape.

"I'm going to show you something amazing,(Y/N) ," Clark said. He took his son in his arms and silently flew out the window, soaring into the starry night sky.

(Y/N) watched in wonder as the stars twinkled above them. Superman, his own father, held him securely.

"You see, (Y/N), we have the entire sky above us," Clark explained. "And no matter how scary the nightmares may be, you will always have someone to protect you. You will always have your father."

The fear in (Y/N)'s eyes gave way to a smile. He hugged his father tightly, feeling safe and loved.

Superman flew (Y/N) through the sky, showing him the beauty of the starry night and teaching him that no matter how powerful someone may be, true strength lies in the love and protection of a family.

At the end of the night, they returned to (Y/N)'s room, and Superman helped him back to bed. The boy fell asleep, smiling, knowing that his father would always be there to protect him, both as Clark Kent and as Superman.

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[infernalodie]

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

“𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘚𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩“

Inspo: Rex Orange County - Pluto Projector

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Son!reader

Summary: You would carry the weight

Warnings: character’s aged up, brief talk of abuse, and just fluffy and angsty throughout.

Words: 1623

DNI IF YOU’RE SENSITIVES TO THE WARNINGS ABOVE!

Maddy found out she was pregnant at probably the worst time in her life. The school was starting and she was dealing with Cassie dating Nate. Overall, it had been a stressful time for her to even have a baby on her mind. But she knew abortion wasn’t an option as having a kid had been a dream of hers since she could fully understand the concept.

Raising her own son or daughter. Able to teach them all that she knows. Help them through difficult times. See them rise to success and fall just for her to pick them up and support them. Be able to have grandkids. And see what her child has made of themselves and be incredibly proud.

That was all she had ever wanted. She never received that fully from her parents and she just wanted the best life she could provide for her child. So, it only made sense that she was able to follow through on those dreams.

Kids around town and parents alike did scrutinize her silently for her decision. Being labelled as the pregnant teenager, who had fucked someone who didn’t decide to pull out. It was a lot to handle. Even her parents weren’t sure it had been the best idea for her at the time in her life. She was still young and still had so much life to experience.

But her response was always so simple and full of love.

“Then I get to experience it with my baby.”

When you were conceived, Maddy knew the moment she held you in her arms, you were a gift that she never deserved. Not in a million had she ever seen such a beautiful baby boy with the brightest eyes and goofiest smile. You were her angel. Her gift. Her reason to live and to fight for what she held close.

There hadn’t been much in Maddy’s life that she saw as a core memory. It was debatable that her years as a kid were her best, but none of them came close to when you looked up at her for the first time inside that hospital room. It seemed like for around a minute, you were old enough to know who she was and understand what was happening around you. Because all she was love within your brown eyes that had begun to tear up.

You hadn’t cried. You hadn’t done anything but stare up at her.

It had been the most extraordinary thing that Maddy had ever seen. She knew that every parent felt like their kid was special and greater than any other she had seen. But it felt like you had proven that you were something else. Because as she stared back down at you with a smile, tears rolling down her cheeks. Your tiny little hands grabbed ahold of her gown and pulled your head into her chest.

That had not only been the greatest moment of her life. But a moment that she would never forget and would tell you about when you were older and could fully realize how special you were.

The moment that she took you home, all her friends visited to see you. Smiling and talking in their amusing baby voices as you laughed and smiled. One thing she knew was that you were completely different from her and your father. A joyful, smart, and extraordinary baby boy.

And you seemed to like the idea of meeting new people that would become family figures for you. Rue is your cool aunt that would let you get away with a lot of your shenanigans and often participate. Jules is the overbearing loveable aunt. Lexi is the aunt that helped you with school and someone you could watch movies with for hours on end. Kat would help you find your fashion sense. Fez would plainly be the cool uncle. And Elliot would be the uncle to get you into music. It was a good variety that Maddy knew you deserved. Far better than whatever Nate could ever give you.

That family that she wanted for you grew with your age and your understanding of life growing. Maddy got through school and got a scholarship at NYU where most of your aunts and uncles were heading for their own dreams. You had everything Maddy wanted to give you. There was nothing else that she wanted except to see you happy with your life.

But there was one part of her that felt shoved away. A side of her past that you had no idea of and would likely be enraged from. That was your father, Nate. Maddy never wanted you to know the things your Nate had done to her and probably countless other girls throughout the years you grew up and the two of them went their separate ways. Hell, she never wanted you to know who he was or to ever see him. It just felt like a disservice to you as she kept it from you and you were nothing like him. You were so different from the both of them that it made her afraid you would see yourself differently after you found out.

The front door to the apartment opening and slamming shut alerted Maddy from her spot on the living room couch. Her head snapped in the direction to see you place your skateboard near the front door and adjust the strap of your backpack around your shoulder. But instead of your beaming smile that she was so accustomed to, she found your hood up with a solum look on your face.

“Hey, honey-” You walked straight up to the coffee table and took the remote and shut off the TV. Ruining her position that she was at with House of the Dragons. But even before she could say a word, you were already speaking.

“What did he do to you?”

It was a rather abrupt question but Maddy had known what you were referring to in an instant. He. No name was needed to know what asshole you spoke of. The man you had never seen except through pictures of him online. Living a lavish life with Aunt Lex’s sister whom you hadn’t ever met either.

But although Maddy knew who you spoke of, she wasn’t even sure she was ever going to be ready for the talk. She never wanted to shine a bad light on Nate even though he deserved it. What she had wanted was for you to have a hopeful outlook on the man. Maybe he would reach out to see you one of these times. Maddy wouldn’t be against it as you deserved to have a father figure in your life. Even then, Fez and Elliot were doing an excellent job as it is.

Maddy’s mouth sat agape, unsure of how to answer. That only made you drop your backpack at the end of the couch and crouch down in front of your mother. Taking her hands in yours as you bowed your head. Sniffling as you shook your head. “What did he do to you, mom?”

Hearing your broken voice made it even harder for Maddy to speak. The back of her throat closed as she inhaled deeply with a set of her own tears beginning to brim in her eyes. “He hurt me, Y/n. He was abusive to me and many others.”

And hearing for the first time, it finally broke you. He hurt her. Your own father laid hands on your mother. There were many questions running through your head that you were sure you would never get the answers to. Albeit, you wouldn’t listen to Nate if he gave answers because you would likely be taking your skateboard to his head, but you just wanted to understand why. Why her?

It felt like Maddy was transported back to that hospital bed as you looked up at her. Tears in your eyes with nothing but love within them. Genuine unconditional love for the woman who had given you everything she could just to make you happy. She felt Deja Vu. Like you had known since you were born the type of war she had been through. It broke her.

“Baby-” Before Maddy could get a further explanation out, you had devoured her into one of your hugs. Ones that held nothing but care and warmth. Every little feeling she had been putting off- Dread, shame, and maybe even a bit of sorrow was washed away.

One of your hands held the back of her head as she cried in your chest. “You’ve been my anchor since I was born mom. You’ve carried weight across oceans that I would never even begin to fathom. You’ve walked through fires to get here,” you whispered softly. “Let me take that weight from you, please.”

It was a plea. A chance to repay the woman that had been your guardian angel. Your light at the end of every tunnel. Your entire reason to smile every morning you got up after doing karaoke with the rest of the family. You were the one taking care of her now. Opening up the book she had put a lock to until now. Allowing her to write the final page and place it back on the farthest shelf within her mind where it would be forgotten.

“I can’t do that to you, baby.” Maddy shook her head, parting from your hug. “You’re still so young. I can’t do that-”

“Mom.” That damn weightless laugh made the woman softly gasp and look up at you. Your eyes were as bright as the day she first held you and your adorably goofy smile filled her eyes. “I’m old enough to understand.”

[warriorofthought]

Bullied

Summary: You are the Son of Aaron Hochtner, you try to isolate yourself from your family so that they won't notice that you are being bullied at school. 

Word count: 2.503 Words 

Warnings: mention of bullying scenes and injuries

Aaron Hochtner x Son Reader

In the last few weeks Aaron Hotchner hardly gets to see his oldest Son, when he comes home from school he immediately disappears into his room, rarely coming out to have breakfast with Jack and him before he and the Kids have to go to work or school.

He notices that his Son's behavior has changed. But he doesn't know why. Aaron blames it on puberty, but is it?

"Y/n, hurry up, we have to get going to school if you don't want to be late!"

Y/n quickly comes down the stairs and puts on his shoes next to Jack. Before they all run to the car and their Dad drops them off at the school. 

"Remember y/n, the Team is coming over for dinner tonight, so be on time".

y/n nods. Turns and leaves.

Aaron watches his son stop in front of the school again and take a deep breath before going in. 

Inside the School:

"Hey y/n!" I pause and look around for the voice calling me. Batty Lazy is calling to me from down the hall. Everyone knows her, since she's the worst bully in the school, and she doesn't care what gender she bullies.

As I turn around, I see that many of the other students are quickly and silently telling me to get out of there. But it's already too late. She is standing in front of me.

On her way to you, she pushed away all the kids who didn't go to side willingly. You don't understand how a person like her is a bully and also feared by everyone. And unfortunately, even a little bit by you.

"Who do you think you are,y/n, because of you the Professor gave me a bad grade!" She hisses at me, poking her index finger around in my chest.

"I can't help it, if the Professor thinks you didn't put enough effort into the project, then maybe you should have done the project yourself." 

You know she doesn't like that answer when you see her face turn red. The students around you hold their breath in fear and there is a huge silence in the hallway.

Suddenly without warning, Batty grabs me by the collar and pushes me against the lockers with a violent jerk. 

Painfully, I hiss out, as one of the locks is brutally pressed into my back.

"Let go of me!" I say annoyed.

"Forget it, where's your project for today?

Hmm, is it in your bag?"

She snatches my bag from my hand with the words and dumps out all the stuff in it. When she gets to the essay which is for the project.

She grins at me triumphantly. 

"There it is, you want me to show you what I do with fools like you?" Sarcastically, she raises an eyebrow and looks out into the crowd.

"JUST SO WE ALL UNDERSTAND, THIS HAPPENS WITH PEOPLE LIKE YOU WHO THINK THEY'RE BETTER THAN ME" with that she tears up my essay which took me two weeks to write. 

Tears come to my eyes. I don't let them fall.

She drops it on the floor and then the bell rings for class, everyone quickly disappears into their classrooms and I'm late because I still have to pick up everything. On top of that, I still have to explain to the teacher why I can't give them my essay. Which was extremely embarrassing and he is very disappointed in me, you could see it in his eyes.

Awesome, great start in the day.

The rest of the day she also just picks on me, pushes me, insults me. I am glad when school is out.

When I get home, Dad's Team is already there. They sit together while Dad cooks with Rossi in the kitchen.

Jack watches Spencer show him a magic trick. 

I quickly say hello to everyone before disappearing into my room. 

In the room, I look at my back and see that a bruise has formed where the lock was pressed into my back. I quickly run to the bathroom and put some ointment on it so it doesn't hurt as much.

Just as I finish, dad calls for dinner. I quickly look in the mirror again to see if I look normal before I go downstairs and sit with the others. 

Everyone at dinner was having a great time. Even your dad, which wasn't unusual, he just obviously hadn't noticed how you were doing at the moment

You poke around in your half eaten plate.

All you wanted to do was sleep. A hug would have been nice too, but your dad was busy with his friends.

And it's not like you wouldn't hug anyone on the team, but right now it seemed like all you wanted was your dad's affection.

You're glad when you're finally allowed to get up, and you quickly disappear into your room without even beginning to talk to the others.

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In the morning you are awake early because you couldn't sleep properly, so you decide to get ready earlier than usual. When you go down to the kitchen, you see that your dad is already making coffee. 

You put your bag down next to the table and Aaron looks over at you in surprise.

He raises an eyebrow " Up already?"

"Hmm" I nod. Then I walk up to him and hug him.

His warmth spreads to your cold body within seconds.

You put your face in the crook of his neck and he rests his head on yours.

Your arms rested lazily on his shoulders and held onto his neck. He holds you close.

You didn't really want him to ask you anything, just hug you.

"Are you okay?" he asks you softly into your hair, hoping that you are now ready to tell him what happened.

You want so badly to say "no," but then he'd probably ask you why, and you'd have to tell him, and then he'd feel bad.

You sigh, "I just need a hug." That's all you can say.

He understands and rubs your back and puts his chin on your head.

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Two weeks later, still nothing has changed, it's just gotten worse. 

Batty and her friends started to really get on your nerves, they even tried to trip you up at lunch, luckily you could either see it coming or just catch yourself.

The school hallway was where you felt safest, it was always crowded too so you didn't have to worry about them or any of their friends getting too close to you.

Then one day, as you were walking back from math to lunch, someone threw a drink packet at you from behind. The next day, it was either a bottle cap or a crumpled piece of paper. Or worse, food scraps. 

From the beginning you didn't fight back and decided to live with it because you knew the teachers wouldn't trust you if you told them and they would rather trust Batty, she's a girl, you're a boy who can certainly fight back against a girl, after all, as a boy you shouldn't be weak. Which you thought was very stupid. The only teacher you liked was your literature teacher. Mrs. Sun, she was funny and taught well, but at the time you didn't really think of it as bullying, you just thought they were annoying you.

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one week later

You didn't think much of her leaving you alone today, and that was your mistake. After class is over for the day, you head to your locker as usual and get your stuff out for home. Then you remember that you left your bottle in the classroom and quickly run upstairs again. As you head back to the exit. Batty is standing there with two of her companions, a girl and a boy. They grab you. 

Batty is angry because you corrected her answer today, after that the teacher told her that she should take an example from you. The whole class laughed at her.

"You did that on purpose today, didn't you, loser?"

Shaking my head in denial "No I didn't, I can't be blamed for what the teacher said".

Angrily she looks at me.

"Apologize and I'll leave you alone for today!"

"I didn't do anything to apologize for."

She nods, then looks at her companions who nod in response and suddenly I'm being shoved from side to side.

After a while they stop.

"And, has your mind changed now, I want you to ask for my forgiveness".

"I haven't done anything I should apologize for, so no my mind hasn't changed".

Batty nods again and I see her eyes narrow briefly, then she slams her fist back at me.

Shocked, I hold my cheek. Before I can even say anything to that. The other two start hitting me too.

I try to protect myself as best I can, but as I take a step to the side, having managed to pick myself up, I am shoved and my foot slips off the step. Before I can even react to what is happening, I fall down the stairs and as my head hits the ground, everything goes black.

Aaron Hotchner View:

As I'm going through some files, I get a call from y/n school. Concerned, I answer it.

"Hotchner"

"Mr. Hotchner, I'm calling to let you know that your son is on his way to the hospital, he seems to have fallen down the stairs".

"What hospital is he being taken to?" I ask the woman and get up, grab my jacket and car keys and leave my office. 

On the way out Derek and Rossi look at me in surprise, I hang up after she tells me where they are taking my son.

"What's wrong, Hotch?" Derek asks.

"It's about y/n, he's in the hospital, I'm going there, the teacher didn't tell me exactly what it was about but it sounded serious".

They both nod. "I'll drive you before something happens to you too" Rossi gives a nod. 

I nod and together we leave the BAU and drive to the hospital.

Once there, I demand to know from the receptionist where my son is. She tells me that Y/n is still in surgery and that I can wait outside. 

Together with Rossi, I sit down in front of the emergency room and wait.

After about an hour, a doctor comes out.  "Relatives of Y/n Hotchner?"

"Here! How is my boy?"

"According to the circumstances, he is being transferred to the normal ward, he was lucky his head injury could be stitched well, there will be no further damage and we were able to stop the internal bleeding as well"

"Internal bleeding, I thought he just fell down the stairs?"

"To be honest Mr. Hotchner, your son doesn't seem to have just fallen down the stairs, he has a lot of hematomas on his body, especially on his abdomen, he also has a handprint on his face, a split lip and on his arms hematomas from hands as if someone was holding him too tightly"

"Where is my son being taken?, I want to see him!"

"Third floor, room 436"

"Thank you", quickly Rossi and I run upstairs.

When we arrived at the room Rossi let me go ahead.

Then I enter the room.

Y/n is still unconscious, but only now do I really realize how bad it must have been.

The bandage around his head where the wound is, the split lip and when I push up his sleeve the hematomas.

They are all still fresh.

Why didn't I notice how bad he was feeling. Dejectedly, I sit down on the chair and hold his hand.

"Hotch, I told Penelope about this, she got the footage from the stairwell you might want to take a look at it. You can see exactly that it wasn't just a fall. "Rossi holds out a tablet to me. Then I let the video play.

Y/n view:

The first thing I hear when I wake up is the constant beeping of a device, then I realize that my whole body hurts, not badly but it's visible. The next thing I notice is that someone is holding my hand. As I move it I hear a chair being pushed back slightly.

"Y/n, can you open your eyes?"

Peering I try to open them and as my vision clears I see my father.

"Dad," comes a raspy voice from me.

He helps me to sit up and gives me something to drink. 

"I'm glad you're awake again," comes from the other side as I look over I see Rossi. 

When I look back over at Dad I see his features harden a bit.

"We need to talk, Y/N." The words are enough to make your heart hammer against your ribcage, but you keep your expression as nonchalant as possible, even though the beeping of the machine may have given you away, both say nothing to that. The last thing you should do is cry in front of the person who may be the strongest man you know.

"Listen, Dad," you begin, but he interrupts you with his own words.

"It's about the kids at school, isn't it?"

You say nothing, and he takes that as a yes. "That's also why you're hiding in your room, isn't it?" You just nod.

You dare to glance up at him. His eyes are sad, and you have to avert your gaze. "Why didn't you tell me... or the Team?" he asks.

You shrug, "I didn't think it was important."

This time it was Rossi who spoke up. "Not important? Y/N...", he breaks off, his voice filled with an unimaginable sadness, and you have to force yourself not to cry. They had enough to worry about and the last thing they needed was a teenage boy who was having a hard time fitting in at school.

"Hey, look." You look up at your Dad and he gives you a gentle smile. "Listen to me. The next time something - anything - is bothering you, you come to us, okay? I don't care if we're in the middle of something right now. If you have to call ten times, call ten times." You smile and he continues. "Just don't ever think that we don't care about you, okay?" You rub your eyes and nod. "As for those kids, I'll talk to the school board tomorrow. That's a problem that needs to be taken care of."

You sigh. As much as you don't want to, you know there's nothing you can do to stop him. And you know it might not even make a difference in the circumstances at school. But you have your Dad, Jack, and the Team. And sometimes they're all you need. As long as you have them, the best way to make it better is to talk to them in the future.

[imaginemalereader]

Anonymous request: Imagine being Tony’s trans son and having panic attacks

It was stupid you thought. Your dad was the one who had lived through all the trauma and yet you were having panic attacks. They hit worst late at night, when you stayed up either to enjoy the quiet of the night time or because your brain wouldn’t shut up and let you sleep. Either way, it seemed the quiet let your brain run wild in all the ways you didn’t want it too.

You hadn’t told him about it. He had enough on his plate to deal with, you didn’t want to bother him with something you felt you should be able to work through.

It didn’t matter though. As busy as he was, he noticed you looking more tired, sleeping later in the mornings, and Jarvis had alerted him to your movements in the middle of the night. He let it go for about a week once he knew, figuring it could just be a temporary thing, that there was something with school causing your late nights. He did worry it might be something to do with your gender but you had never mentioned it being a problem at your school and certainly no one at the school had told him anything (if they had he would have lit a fire under their asses to fix it).

When nothing changed, he decided he would step in.

You were having a bad night. It was 4 am and you were lying in bed wide awake. You’d tried all your usual tricks to fall asleep: music, ear plugs, meditating, music again, just lying down with your eyes closed. None of it worked. Instead your brain was firing on all cylinders. It was running the gamut of catastrophizing, reflecting on past mistakes and embarrassments, and heightening your anxiety for no discernible reason at all. If you weren’t quickly falling into a panic attack, you would have yelled at your brain to pull itself together. Alas, it was too late for that.

Your heart rate quickened and your breathing changed. You started shaking, despite not being cold. It felt like you were drowning in your mind. Everything was moving too fast and you didn’t have anything to hold onto.

Jarvis alerted Tony to your rapid heartbeat, so rapid it had triggered his warning systems, and your dad was soon knocking at your door. You were vaguely aware of it but were too busy trying to hit the breaks on your brain to actually respond. After a couple seconds without a response, your dad opened your door and saw you curled on top of your sheets, trying desperately to keep it together.

He rushed to your bed and sat next to you, running a hand through your hair as you buried your face into a pillow, like that might muffle your pounding heart and racing thoughts. He rubbed your back gently.

“Hey kid. What’s going on bud?” He asked softly. 

You just shook your head, not ready to speak just yet, though you could feel yourself coming back to ground slowly.

“Okay you don’t have to say anything, but I’m not going to leave you kiddo.”

“Thanks.” You mumbled out from the pillow. 

Your dad kept his hand on your shoulder, occasionally running it up to your hair. He remembered how happy you were when you first cut it, even before you’d come out. He knew you’d had a couple problems from people when you did come out, but he made sure your school took care of it. And all the other Avengers were very quick to accept you and make sure they gendered you correctly and use your name. Oh and god help any reporter that got it wrong. Tony and Pepper would rain hell upon them and sometimes it was hard to tell which was scarier (actually Pepper was always scarier, Tony was more humiliating though).

You pulled your face out of the pillow and looked over at your dad.

“There he is. I was afraid the pillow monster had won.” He said, trying to joke but you could hear in his voice that he was actually worried.

“Sorry.”

“What’s going on? You haven’t been sleeping well, probably worse than me and that’s impressive, but not a good thing.”

“I’ve just been having some insomnia lately.” You shrugged as much as you could from your position.

“Uh huh, and?” He knew that was not all there was. What he had walked in on was not ‘just’ insomnia.

You looked away from him again, studying the wrinkles in your pillowcase. You didn’t want to admit the truth to your dad.

“Buddy you can tell me anything, I’m not going to be mad at you.”

“Cap’s suit is cooler than yours.” You made the joke quickly. Part of it was your nature as a Stark but the other part was intention deflection.

Your dad whacked the back of your head lightly.

“You can tell me any true thing.” He amended. He wanted to laugh at your joke, you were clearly his son, but he did have bigger things to focus on.

“I, uh, it’s stupid.” You weren’t the one with PTSD from saving the whole world. 

“It’s not stupid. Thor breaking the toaster trying to make a pop tart, again, is stupid.”

“I’ve been having panic attacks.” You rushed the sentence out quietly. “I told you it was stupid.” You added.

“Hey.” He said sharply. You looked up at him, worried you would see anger but that wasn’t the reason for the sharpness. “It’s not stupid and I won’t hear a son of mine calling himself stupid, especially for having panic attacks. You didn’t ask for them or build a robot that decided to go crazy and inflict you with panic attacks. How long have you been bottling this up?”

“The insomnia, I think a couple months. The panic attacks really started getting bad just the last week or two. I thought I could get a handle on them but it seems like they keep winning.”

“We can’t have that now can we. Stark brains are a little overactive as you might have noticed. If anyone’s brain here is stupid, it’s mine. Have you seen all my failed inventions and recordings? Actually, I don’t want you to see those.” You laughed softly at your dad’s self deprecation. Though if he was going to make you work on your own, you were going to make him work on his too. “Anyway, I think this is something you shouldn’t be handling on your own kid. What do you say in the morning, the real morning not this whatever 3 am crap is that’s not the real morning, we find someone that you can talk to about this?”

“You’re not embarrassed?”

“First of all, this is not embarrassing. I love you no matter what. Second, I have done so many embarrassing things in my life there’s no way this could even register on the embarrassing scale.”

“Morning sounds good then.” You agreed. One day, when you were a little older, you would ask your dad about all those embarrassing stories and failed inventions.

“Get some sleep kid. I’ll see you in the morning.” He said, getting up from your bed.

“Okay.”

“Love you bud.”

“Love you to Asgard and back.” You said, a saying you picked up after first meeting Thor.

“That’s a long way kid. I love you to Asgard and back.”

He closed the door and you burrowed back into your bed, finding that your brain was more amenable to sleep now. You closed your eyes, glad your dad had your back about this too.

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Aaron Hotchner x Teen Son reader

Summary: The Unsub is a school shooter and goes to Y/N Hotchners high school, He is taken as a hostage.

Third person pov...

It was early morning for the Hotchners, Aaron had been awake for hours waiting for his two sons to wake up, the man was currently in the kitchen drinking coffee and making breakfast for them.

Usually Aaron would be at work but he hasn't been called in yet for a case so he had time to spend with his sons before they went to school.

By 7.30 Aaron could hear his sons getting up, The man smiled and set the two plates of pancakes on the table.

Suddenly the sounds of his 7- and 14-year-olds running down the stairs made Hotch realise how much of their lives he missed while going on cases so much.

"Jack be careful don't jump" came Y/Ns voice from the hallway, the 14year old smiles and shakes his head at Jack as he jumps down the remaining stairs.

Jack only laughs and ran into the kitchen, the young boy gasps when he sees his dad there.

"daddy! Your still here!" exclaimed the ball of energy, leaping into Hotch opens arms, the man laughs as he catches Jack.

"hey Jackie" he exclaims with the same amount of enthusiasm, Y/N then walks in the 14 year olds stands by the door and looks at his dad, he hasnt seen his dad for most of week.

"no cases today" he says in the same tone Haley would when Hotch got a new case, the mans eyes lose there spark as he thought about his late wife and comparing her with Y/N.

The boy acts so much like his Mum, Hotch looks up at the teen. "yes actually, its mainly paperwork today so no cases, now come on and eat" says the agent ushering both sons to the table to eat.  

The 14 year old rolls his eyes but sits in the chair offered to him and begins to eat the plate of pancakes, while Jack pours sugar and syrup all over his.

Hotch continues to drink his coffee as his sons eat their pancakes and finish getting ready for school, soon the bus arrived for both boys. 

"see you boys later!" yells Hotch from the door as Y/N and Jack go to school. "bye daddy!" yells Jack while he got no response from Y/N.

As he was the oldest Hotch relied on his eldest alot such as helping to look after Jack and helping his mum around the house when Haley was still with them.

Before and after Haley died, the 14 year old never saw his dad alot, once his parents got divorced that number plummeted into the negatives, now 2 years later hes still getting used to seeing his dad again.

After everything that happened all three Hotchners were healing, Once Y/N arrived at his high school, he made his way to his homeroom and sat next to his friends. "morning guys" he said high fiving them, "Hey Hotch!" yelled his Tony.

Y/N glared at him, furrowing his eyebrow and looking alot like his das without realising. "dont call me that, thats not my name" he said, his friends stared a t him, he had never gotten this angry before when they called him Hotch.

Y/Ns teacher then appeared and started home room, Y/N sat in his chair and stared out the window, he had a feeling something was going to happen today he just didnt know what.

Hours later..

"Hey N/N you playin'" yelled Alex throwing a football to Y/N, the teen catches it with a smile, "in a bit, gotta run to the bathroom quickly!" exclaims the teen throwing back the ball and running back into the building.

Once he was done with his business he walked out of the stall and over to the sinks to wash his hands, As he did he felt his phone buzz, sighing he dried his hands and leant against the sinks and read the message.

It was from his dad, Y/N rolls his eyes “of course always checking up, im not a kid anymore dad, not like you could tell the difference” Mumbles the boy, as he was grumbling to himself another boy walked out of the stall he was from Y/Ns class.

Y/N scoffs and goes to put his phone away but gets distracted by the photo on his lockscreen, it was off his last family picture with both parents and Jack, he stares at it until the boy next to him looks over.

“your family?” asks the guy motioning to the screen, Y/N looks down and smiles sadly. “yeah it was” he said softly, know one except his friends and classmate know about what happened to his family.

Y/N the waves bye to the boy and walks out of the bathrooms and walking outside to the field. As he walked he was suddenly grabbed from behind.

“Oi let go” he yelled attracting the attentions off students and teachers in the hallway, as he struggles he feels the cold metal of a gun being pressed into his back stilling him.

He froze, having flashbacks of his Mum being shot by Foyet two years ago. “oh shit” he mumbles before he hears a familiar voice speak, it was the student from the bathroom.

“please stop struggling, don’t you understand we are the same” he says, pushing the gun harder into Y/Ns back making him wince from the pain. “we aren’t the same!” exclaims Y/N before he was taken to the Lunch hall.

A gun shot rang out effectively silencing the room, the shooter still held Y/N tightly while using his gun to get every one onto the floor and under tables. Before long the police, FBI where outside waiting to get the okay to go in.

“you don’t have to do this!” exclaims Y/N making the guy look down at him anger in his eyes, both boys had a similar background working dads who are never home, mothers whoscant deal with it all and younger siblings.

Y/N then groans in pain as the guy hits him with the bottom of his gun effectively making Y/N stop struggling, blood falls from thw cut on his forehead and into Y/Ns E/C eyes. ‘come on dad where are you’ though Y/N to himself.

Suddenly the door bursts open and in come Aaron Hotchner and his team, Y/N sighs in relief ‘finally you’re here for me Dad’ though Y/N.

The boy locks eyes with his Dad before shouting “finally Dad took you long enough!” this made the unsub angry and holds Y/N tighter making him groan in pain. “Andrew Holt, stay where you are and drop the gun” yells Hotch.

With 6 guns trained on him Andrew didn’t even flinch. “No I have to do this you don’t understand none of you do” he yelled tears in his eyes as he kept his gun on Y/N.

The teen didn’t even flinch as he tried to turn around to face Andrew. “they don’t but I do, remember when you saw the picture, that was taken years ago when my family were happy, before my Dad got even busier with work, when my Mum was still alive. Like you I rarely get to see my dad because of his job, he barely knows me you know how that feels right” yells Y/N going on a rant

As he kept on ranting Hotch listens and realised just how much his job effected his relationships with his sons. ‘is this how he feels’ though the man, He watches as the Unsub lowers his gun and drops in onto the floor eyes watching Y/Ns face for lies.

Y/N looks at Andrew sadly as the boy breaks down and falls to his knees, Y/N holds him tightly as his lets out his emotions.

Outside Y/N finally gets sway from the medics as they bandage his forehead, the boy is searching for his dad, when he sees the man he sprints over to him.

Hotch was talking to the team before something runs into him already knowing it was Y/N Hotch quickly turned around and hugs the boy tightly. “are you okay son?” he asks Concerned as his sons squeezes him.

Y/N looks up at his dad and gives him a smile the first once in years. “I am now Dad” he whispers content on hugging his dad.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, so sorry for the wait I haven’t had the motivation.

So sorry for the grammar and spelling mistakes as usual

Request are Open!

Word count: 1403

[randomperson3736]

Three times!

Paring(s): Klaus mikaelson x son! Reader, kol mikaelson x nephew! Reader, Elijah mikaelson x nephew! Reader

Warning(s): broken bones, getting punched in the face, healing broken bones, fighting, swearing

Genre: comedy, kind angst

Word bank: M/N- male name

You're Klaus mikaelson's son, yes the original hybrid Klaus mikaelson. You had recently went shopping and spent a lot of money on a really fancy shirt to wear when you visit your uncles and aunts.

You got along with most of your uncles and aunts, except for kol. Who for some fucked up reason decided that it would be funny for him ro rip your shirt during an argument.

"You ripped my t-shirt!"

"And you broke my nose! Twice! Healed, broke it again! Two times!"

You got annoyed as he didn't apologise and continued to bitch about his nose. So, you ended up punching him in the face again. Breaking his nose again.

"Three times!"

In the background Elijah shook his head in disappointment while Klaus just smirked at his sons actions.

"M/N's just like you Niklaus..." Elijah sighs long.

"Well he is my son, brother" Klaus's smirk grew bigger as he watched you and kol fight.

Elijah glared at you before glaring at his brother. "That wasn't a compliment"

[cloudy-lands]

While you wait for the scenario here is non related headcanon & oneshot!

How you would look like in the scenario (currently writing)

Masked (early design) (newer design)

The non related stuff I wrote: Headcanon Prompt:

Lute’s heart was a cacophony of emotions as she stood amidst the ruins of what was once a battlefield. The air still tasted of ash and sorrow, a bitter reminder of the extermination that had claimed countless exorcists, including Adam, the one she had secretly admired for his unexpected badassery.

In the quiet aftermath, a secret bloomed within her—a new life, a spark of Adam that she carried. It was a bittersweet revelation; joy intertwined with the ache of loss. She missed him, his laughter, his moments of badass decisiveness, the way he looked at her as if she was the only one in the room.

She remembered the day she had taken his halo, a glowing remnant of his existence. With a mix of hope and desperation, she brought it to Sera, the wise one who knew the ancient ways. “Can he be brought back?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sera, with eyes that had seen the turn of centuries, nodded. “There is a way,” she said, and thus began the ritual to resecrute Adam from the essence of his halo.

The process was arduous, filled with chants and symbols that danced in the air, weaving the fabric of life from the threads of the afterlife. And then, in a burst of celestial light, Adam was there, standing before them—disoriented, but very much alive.

He blinked, taking in the sight of Lute, Sera, and Emily, who stood by with bated breath. His gaze fell upon Lute, and he noticed the change in her, the gentle swell of her belly. “Oh, Hey Lute!!! What’s with the belly?” he asked, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

A warm flush spread across Lute’s cheeks as she met his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. “Well, Adam, Sir. You’re… a father,” she said, the words sending a ripple of shock and elation through Adam.

His response was immediate and full of life; he swept Lute into his arms, lifting her off the ground in a whirlwind of joy. They spun around, laughter mingling with tears, as the reality of their reunion and the promise of their child settled in their hearts.

In that moment, they were no longer just survivors of a cruel fate; they were a family, bound by love that had transcended the greatest of trials.

One Shot

*kind of relates to the headcanon above

After the eradication of sinners and Adam's demise, Lute discovered she was pregnant with Y/N. Despite her happiness, she deeply missed Adam. Their love had been genuine. Lute vividly remembered taking Adam's halo after his death and bringing it to Sera, hoping for a way to resurrect him. Fortunately, there was a solution. Sometime later, Adam was summoned back from his halo—the very one Lute had taken. Upon reappearing, Adam seemed disoriented. His gaze swept the area, and when he spotted Lute, he noticed something different about her: her belly was rounder. Adam, never one to hold back, blurted out, "Oh, hey Lute! What's with the belly?" Lute blushed and averted her eyes. "Well, Adam, Sir," she stammered, "you're... a father." Adam's joy was palpable. He spun Lute around in the air, hugging her tightly. "You're what now?" "Pregnant," Lute confirmed. "We're having a child." "We... we are?" "Yes, it was bound to happen eventually. And now our baby is here." Adam's disbelief was evident. "I can't believe it." "But I'm glad you're back," Lute said softly. "I need you." "How long was I gone?" "Long enough for me to start a new life." Adam's next question was straightforward: "Who's the dad?" "It's you, dummy." Lute leaned in. "Now kiss me. It's been too long." Adam obliged, his lips tender against hers. His hands rested on her stomach, feeling the baby kick in response. "So, what's our child's name going to be?" Lute asked. "I was thinking... Y/N. How does that sound?" "Perfect. Let's hope our child inherits your looks." "Why not yours?" "Because you're the beautiful one," Lute teased. "Our baby should take after you." Adam grinned. "You're a charmer. That's why I love you." "And that's why I'm a lucky man—with a great wife and now a kid." "I love you too." "So, Y/N, huh?" "Yep." "Well, I'm ready to take care of Y/N." "Same here. Let's go home. Mama and the baby need rest." "Sure thing, dear." As they walked through the streets of the city, Adam held Lute close, his touch gentle against her back. The baby responded with kicks, and a soft smile graced Lute's lips. The city seemed to pulse with new life—a beacon of hope for their future. "Y/N," Lute said, her voice filled with anticipation. "What do you think of Y/N as our baby's name? I find it rather endearing. Or do you have any other suggestions?" Adam's smile widened as he put his arm around Lute's shoulder. He leaned in, planting a tender kiss on her lips, then her cheek, and finally her forehead. "I think it's perfect," he murmured. Lute nestled her head against his chest, content. "I'm so glad we're starting this new life together," she whispered. "Me too," Adam replied, his voice filled with emotion. "Let's go," Adam said, leading Lute toward their home. The anticipation of their child's arrival hung in the air, weaving their love into the very fabric of their existence.

[Writer's Perspective] Adam's emotions were a whirlwind when he learned of Lute's pregnancy. Joy and excitement mingled with the ache of missing out on those early moments. Determined to be there for his child, he vowed to make every moment count. [Character's Perspective] Time flowed steadily, and their child's room stood ready—a sanctuary of anticipation. Lute's eagerness to meet their little one mirrored Adam's nervous excitement. As they lay in bed, waiting for the pivotal moment, Lute's voice broke the silence. "I can't wait to meet our child." Adam's reply was heartfelt. "Same here, dear. Nervous, but thrilled." They exchanged glances, their love woven into the very fabric of the room. The air buzzed with anticipation.

Months had passed And then it arrived—the labor pains, fierce and unyielding. Lute clung to Adam's hand, her grip unyielding. He wondered if his hand might break from the intensity. The doctors arrived, their presence reassuring. Lute pushed with all her might, the pain seemingly endless. But then, like a miracle, it was over—the cries of a newborn filling the room. "Congratulations," the doctor announced. "You have a baby boy!" Lute and Adam shared a look of pure joy. Their son—the continuation of their celestial lineage—had arrived. The doctors whisked the baby away briefly for examination. Lute's eyes followed them, her heart swelling with love. Soon, they returned, cradling a crying infant—their precious child, a beacon of hope in a world of possibilities.  Doctors: Everything checks out. You can name him now. Lute: (Y/N). Adam: Welcome, Y/N. Lute: (Y/N), my son. I'm your mama, and this is your dad. Adam smiled, reaching out to their newborn. Adam: Hey, Y/N. Doctors: Alright, let us know if you need anything. Congratulations on the child. Lute and Adam exchanged grateful glances. Lute and Adam: Thank you. As the doctors left, Y/N's cries subsided. His tiny eyes blinked up at his parents. Lute: Hello there, little one. I'm your mama. Adam: And I'm your dad, Y/N. They smiled, their hearts full, and continued talking to their new child. Later, they drifted off to sleep, cradling their precious gift. It was the best day for Lute—a healthy child, Adam by her side, and a new chapter unfolding.

.sorry for any grammar mistakes as i am not fluent in English.

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

This is-A random request really,you can write these any way you want with different slashers too,Just include Bubba and Thomas please(ówò) Slashers x child reader who's parents,while being chased like-while hiding with the reader just shoves them out of the hiding place to save themself before fleeing,Maybe the reader is like 5 or 7,just smol and the reader just lays down and cries so the slasher just goes after the mom/or dad then comes back and takes the kid in?-

I was writing another request but Tumblr's hangry ass decided to eat it 🙄

ALSO YASS I LOVE THIS REQUESTS, AND I LOVE DIRTY DEED BEING DONE DIRT CHEAP <333.

Slashers x sacrificed! Child! Reader.

Bubba 🩸⛓️

Bubba didn't really wanna kill you, one of those reasons being you were a child and he likes children! And you didn't deserve this. :(

Didn't really wanna kill your parents either because oh how lonely and sad you must feel after seeing your mother and father get cut in half by a chainsaw!!.... Buutt he could always convince his brothers to let you stay in the family for 'extra' help. (he just wants a friend and a kid)

But he had to do what he had to do other wise his whole family will die and it'll all be his fault.

But all of the guilt he felt for your parents after they had pushed you out of their hiding spot after Bubba had found you had disappeared. And instead been replaced with anger and betrayal. Why did they do that? Family is supposed to be everything!

He felt sad looking at you crying on the ground after your brain processed wtf just happened.

He ignored you and instead went dashing towards your parents who were screaming and crying and confused why the killer had gone after them instead.

Earlier he was holding back but now he wasted no time, these people didn't deserve to be called parents.

Few minutes later he went back to you with no weapons on him, finding you still on the ground letting small tears go down and he just had the perfect idea and was dead set on it.

He timidly walked over to you babbling random nonsense but none of them sounded ill willed.

It took a lot of whining and persistence for his brother to finally allow to take you in but he was cautious as hell but everything still worked out really well.

Of course his oldest sibling, Drayton was harsh on you but because he was worried to hell if you were going to snitch on them and ruin his reputation but considering what happened a while back its safe to say you won't. (hopefully?)

And you'll be forced to get involved in the whole killing thing. If you start crying or get sad Bubba will do his best to get more victims so Drayton stops complaining and then you won't have to do it.

Thomas 🩸⛓️

Now Thomas and bubba are very similar although distant cousins.

He holds the same kind of guilt when he sees a family but he loves his own family more. He'll make sure to give yours a quick death.

Same thing, he's a family guy and a big family he can watch spend time together as they get older. <333

He was thinking of taking you in but he's not sure if you would comply because of your current status him basically chasing down you and your family.

But he became less shy of those thoughts as he watched your own parents forcefully make you show yourself to the killer after their tail to save their own skin (no pun intended) and he was now disgusted with your parents at how easily they gave you in.

He was always told the most important thing in this world was family and if your parents couldn't understand that then they shouldn't be parents at all.

He was a bit startled but was quickly catching up to them.

They were disgusting useless people who idiotically pondered why he wasn't taking his time killing off their own child they selfishly offered.

After being done with them he slowly walked over to you without his chainsaw and his hands slightly up.

Showing his best his intention was not to harm you. It didn't take that long or hard to convince his family to add you as a member but they were wary.

And another terrible thing was you HAVE to help with capturing the victims. If it's too much of a toll you Thomas will put on his headphones on you and make you go rest. This can only go so long, it depends on your age and personality.

Soon some guilt tripping form some of his family members and hoyt if it goes on too long. Thomas can only do so much against them.

After a while you'll slowly start to gain their trust and all of you will become a happy odd but cute family. (except for cannibalism stuff, murder and all)

I realised how different the energy and vibes are between bubba snd Thomas wtff

[murderhusbands4life]

Okay so I've been meaning to do this for ever but here we are decided to make this so I can start writing oneshots for Hannigram!

So you can request ideas, I will only be doing Hannibal x child / teen readers no Romance only platonic oneshots.

[dearest-painter]

blood is thicker than water but both feel the same when your eyes are closed

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,kidnapping,BLOOD,harm,talking to oneself,Lima syndrome,HELLA ooc Jones,I DO NOT CONDONE THIS ALL IS ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES

Everything was dark..you couldn’t see and you were scared. Your wrist were tied and you lift them to feel your eyes feeling a blindfold. To scare to even try and see if your capture was there,you just wanted your dad. What if you became one of those unsolved cases that dad talked about?,what if your captive took you out of anger to your dad and torture you?,what if they kill your dad in front of you?,or what if they kill you? ‘Creeeek..’ getting the courage to speak to the captive. “H-hello?” “Ah goody your awake darling! Dose your bed feel comfortable? I tried to make sure I got you the most FLUFFIEST bed!”

You were confused. This captive was much more nicer then the ones you’ve heard about but you then realize that your on a bed. “Y-yeah it’s comfy…can you take my blindfold off please?” “Oh no can do darling~ I can’t trust you yet. You must be hungry~ here let me feed you” it was a guy 100% because of the voice but you followed his game just to survive.

Everyone was surprised at how unhinged Jones seemed but they understand as his son was just kidnapped. “WHEN I FIND THE FUCKER I’LL BEAT HIM TO A PULP THEN WATER BOARD HIS ASS UNTIL HE DIES!” “Jones you gotta cal-“ “DONT TELL ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN MY SON WAS FUCKING KIDNAPPED! HOW THE HELL CAN I BE CALM WHILE MY PRECIOUS SON IS TERRIFIED WITH A FUCKING CREEP!” Jones was panting and seething in rage. It took time but he made you his perfect son after he took you from your disgusting parents. He saved you but only for you to be taken away!

They did try and get him off the case but Jones wasn’t having it,he wanted to save his son once again! “Jones we got the place” “send it now! I’m going ALONE! I’ll call for backup if I fucking need it” Jones ran to the car not waiting for his partner as he started the car and put in the address as he rushed there.

They did try and get him off the case but Jones wasn’t having it,he wanted to save his son once again! “Jones we got the place” “send it now! I’m going ALONE! I’ll call for backup if I fucking need it” Jones ran to the car not waiting for his partner as he started the car and put in the address as he rushed there.

Your captive had left and you were crying silently. Mumbling under your breath “daddy please….I-I promise to behave more..Please come and get me daddy…I don’t wanna be here forever please” your crying pleas would usually go to deaf ears but this time they didn’t.

Jones banged on the door. “IT’S THE POLICE OPEN UP!” He heard rushed footsteps and then burst in. He immediately aimed his gun at the man. “WHERE IS Y/N JONES!?” “Oh my son~? He’s asleep” Jones was pissed,HOW DARE HE CALL YOU HIS SON! He jumped at the man beating him to the point he was knocked out but not dead. The man had a bloody nose and there was water he dropped making the water pour everywhere and mix with the blood. “BABY!? ITS DADDY WHERE ARE YOU!?” “DADDY!” Jones smiled as he rushed to your door kicking it down and picking you up. “Oh sweet Angel your safe,did he touch you anywhere?” “No just treated me like his son…I-I wanna leave” “we’re leaving kiddo.” “Can I take the blind fold off?” Jones stopped as he started at the unconscious man that was beaten badly.

“No baby…not yet but let me take off your ropes in your wrist” He made sure to be gentle because he didn’t wanna hurt his son. Soon you were rubbing your wrist but he picked you up with you leaning your head on his chest. “…daddy can we get fast food and candy then do game and movie night?” “Of course honey,of course but let’s wait until the others get here. The ambulance is already here so let’s get you fixed” You smiled as you nuzzled into your dad’s neck smelling his familiar cologne that you always made fun of but it was comforting unlike the oily scent the man had.

“Jones! Di-“ “no…he’s still alive” “hi aunty” Natstaka (oc) looked surprised as her partners face was grim and dark. “Hey buddy,how do you feel?” “Okay…threw up after he fed me. Tasted like poo” Natstaka chuckled and ruffled your hair making you smile more. “I bet buddy,we’re gonna do some check ups on you to make sure your okay” you nodded your head yawing a bit still clutching your fathers shirt making him smile. They waited until the man was far away to take off your blindfold to show your tired red eyes.

“Heya bud” you smiled as you looked at your dad. “Hi daddy” “sleepy?” “Maybe…still wanna do our plan” “of course but your gonna take a nap later” The doctors were being gentle as they checked you as they’ve seen what Jones can do when someone fucks with his son.

A fathers love for his son will make him kill

[ironboyxs]

Warming Hearts in Winter

Pairing: Jon Snow x Son Male Reader

Notes: I'm enjoying writing short fics and I think you can tell that I have strong daddy issues with my latest posts. But remember that REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Title: Warming Hearts in Winter

The freezing wind howled outside the walls of Winterfell as Jon Snow and his teenage son stood in the fortress's library. The room was filled with dusty books, and a roaring fireplace cast a comforting warmth over the room. It was one of those nights when winter seemed to want to devour the world, and the interior of the library was a safe haven.

Jon's son, now a serious-looking young man, sat in a leather armchair, his shoulders hunched and an expression of melancholy took his face. His eyes, normally full of curiosity, were dull and sad. He was shivering slightly, the cold having penetrated his soul.

Jon Snow approached and sat next to his son, immediately noticing the sadness that consumed him. With concern in his eyes, he placed a hand on the young man's shoulder.

"What happened, son?" Jon asked, his voice full of concern.

The son looked at his father, his eyes expressing a mix of sadness and vulnerability. "I feel alone, father, and the cold of this winter seems to have lodged itself in my heart."

Jon hugged him, bringing him close to his chest. His father's warmth enveloped the young man, and he broke down, allowing the tears to begin to flow. Jon stroked his son's hair and whispered words of comfort.

"I understand, my love," Jon said, "winter can be unforgiving, and sometimes our own hearts feel cold. But remember, you will never be alone. Our family is your refuge, and here, at Winterfell, you will always find love and warmth."

The young man looked into his father's eyes, finding comfort in the words and in the hug. Jon grabbed a nearby fleece blanket and wrapped it around his son's shoulders, ensuring he felt protected and warm.

As the wind howled outside, father and son shared that moment of warmth and understanding. The fireplace was crackling, and the cold outside seemed to no longer be a threat. The winter might be harsh, but in this refuge in Winterfell, the warmth of love between father and son was more powerful than any cold the season could bring.