#yandad

[c0ld0utside]

hey don’t push yourself to post a work every day, you’ll get brunt out. Go at your own pace, we’ll wait :)

also, have you thought of a human father with a monster child? Like he just grabbed a monster off the street lmao

OHOHO I LOVE THIS IDEA- And you're too kind tysm ;-;

Warnings: Child abandonment (Circle of life scenario), Reader unknowingly eats weed raw, Reader gets chased, Reader accidentally knocks themself out, Kidnapping, Reader gets tied up, Reader just has a lot of oopsie-daisies in general, Obsessive, Possessive, Delusional and Ignorant behavior

“***” means POV swap! Gonna try these out in this story. 

Growing up, you never thought about the day you had to “leave the nest.” Sure, it was a thing that your species did, but you never thought about it too much. …Until you hit a certain age. 

You still remember it all. The rain was pouring down hard and making you shiver. You called out to your parent, whining about wanting to return home, but they pressed forward and expected you to follow. So you did. You walked for hours, feet getting covered in mud and feeling icky. The two of you reached some black river with white dots in the middle, going in a perfectly straight line. 

Your parent turned to you, said that you were old enough to take care of yourself, that you weren’t allowed to come back, and that they wished you well. They left you there. You tried to follow them, tried to track their scent, tried begging and pleading and calling, but you never found them. Somehow, you managed to find the black river again, and you followed it. 

You followed it for a long time, only stopping during the day so you wouldn’t be seen. At night you stuck to the shadows, trying not to get scared when one of the husks roared past you, bright yellow eyes lighting up the darkness for a few moments. The smell it left behind was always awful. You lost count of the days, and at one point you thought you came across a forest fire, only to find that it was the sunlight reflecting on several somethings in tall structures.

You know now that the “black river” is called a road, and that the weird loud husks humans travel in are called “cars.” You’ve grown used to the smells and the loud noises. You’ve also learned that living in human environments got you free food since the morons just threw the stuff out. Like, come on, why would you dump an edible “burger” over some pickles? Just take ‘em out! 

Hiding your appearance, on the other hand, was harder. Your horns were coming in and from what you’ve seen, humans don’t have those, or naturally brightly colored irises and star-like pupils. …Or tails. Or pointed ears. Just your luck, though! Some guy forgot to lock the backdoor into the mall, and the shops you “borrowed” from were out of the cameras’ view. 

Finding a home was hard, too. It took a lot of trial and error, but you eventually found a good spot in an abandoned building after scaring a few squatters. They even left their blankets and strange leaves behind. You found out the hard way that those leaves are not good for you, especially after coughing them back up out the window. But hey, it’s all trial and error. Just like your parent said it would be. 

You’re comfortable, living in the abandoned home with ratty blankets and a mattress. Sneaking around the city after dark to snack on the unwanted leftovers thrown in trash cans. “Borrowing” shiny things off of people while they weren’t looking. Like that one guy’s watch, or that girl’s bracelet. Or some kid’s fidget ring. You even have a few things called “wallets.” Humans make interesting things, you’ve come to find. 

Like money.

Money, you’ve come to find, makes it so you don’t have to dig wasted food out of the garbage. You’ve managed to get some new clothes as well, which was a relief because your horns are very noticeable now without a beanie, and they ripped a hole in your old one. You had a hard time throwing it away, but the new one you have is the best thing you’ve ever gotten. You even bought a few things called “pins” to decorate it with.

The issue with money, however, is that it runs out quick, and getting more is harder than getting food. Which brings you back to your collection of empty wallets. You don’t want to go back to digging food out of garbage cans, trying to find scraps that were clean enough to eat. Your blankets are worn to shit, too. So, eating the last of your food and slipping your beloved beanie on, you head out of your abandoned home and into the city. 

***

A man in his late twenties enters the shop, and he cheerfully says “Hello” back to the greeter. “What you looking for, Tim?” The greeter asks, recognizing the regular. “Pins,” He replies simply. “I’m getting bored of the ones I have.” 

The greeter nods slightly. “Well, we got some new ones recently. Maybe you’ll like one of those.” She offers. The two exchange friendly smiles and Tim heads over to the pin basket, giving it a once over before starting to dig through it. He plucks out a Mothman one. A bit standard, he knows, but it’s adorable and Tim likes it so that’s that. 

Tim plucks out a few more monster pins and a few goofy animal ones, like a spider pin with the words “I cry from every eye” printed on it and a duck with a knife. Satisfied with his haul that only costs around fifteen bucks, Tim looks up and spots the best thing he’s ever seen in his entire life. It’s just a keychain with a ghost plush, but it’s probably the cutest thing he’s ever seen in his life and he needs it. It even has a little smile on its face. A smile. It’s so precious and tiny and he just wants to hold it in his palms and dub it “Bartholomew the First.” 

So he feels less alone. 

Tim frowns at the sudden thought. Yeah, he’s a loner. Yes, he has friends, but they’re more work buddies and classmates than anything. He’d like to get a pet, something funky like a ferret or a rat or a lizard. But no, his landlord says no pets, so no pets for Tim. He’s always been sympathetic to others, having a lot of love to give but no one close to share it with. People from the past always found him odd because of it, but never told him why. Never told him what to do instead. 

He knows he’s not alone. Most people want someone to care about them, and most people want someone to care for. Because no one really wants to be alone. Especially not him.  So why does everyone treat him funny? How can he make it better? The kids don't think he's weird. They love it when he babysits. Please just- 

Tim’s snapped out of his thoughts when he feels something slip out of his back pocket. A teen wearing a beanie with a rabid possum and “peace was never an option” duck pin on it quickly leaves the store, brushing past him. It takes him a few seconds, but he puts two and two together and rushes over to the greeter. 

“Kathy hold onto these please some brat just took my money,” Tim says in a rush, shoving the items into her hands before booking it out of the shop. Kathy stands there, a bit stunned and processing what just happened. With a sigh, she heads over to the register and buys the pins and keychain. 

“Don’t you already have that one?” One of her coworkers asks, squinting at the spider pin. 

“I’m buying it for Tim. Some kid just took his wallet.” Kathy explains, blushing slightly at the teasing glance her coworker gives her. 

***

This guy is stubborn. So stubborn, it’s scary. Scarier than that one wolf that would not stop chasing you after you got too close to its pups. It was an accident and you wish your parent was here to charge through the street and intercept the damn guy who’s still chasing you. Like they did with the wolf. 

You know your parent had some love for you because they listened to your screams and begs and let the poor thing go. They also immediately scolded you for the whole thing afterward. Reckless, stupid little joey, poking around where they shouldn’t be. Just go back home and stay there. Food will come, I’ll bring some back. 

Running away from the threat is harder, too. Especially when you have to shove and weave past hordes of people who are either really slow or just aren’t paying attention. It feels suffocating. Claustrophobic. You can’t get out and you can’t take a moment to breathe. You can’t give this up though, you need it. 

I wish you were still here. I wish things were different. I wish I could’ve stayed. 

Without a second thought, you round the corner and scramble up the old fire escape, throwing yourself through the open dirtied window and tumbling into your blankets. Safe, safe, safe, your mind chants. You’re safe. You lost him. You got your money, so you won’t need to get your hands dirty.  You pull your beanie off of your head. It was starting to feel uncomfortable on your head and make your horns ache. 

There’s a clang outside, and a few muffled curses. Wait. What. What? You immediately stand up, pocketing the “borrowed” wallet. A familiar scent wafts into your nose- sweat and palm leaves. Funny for a guy who’s a regular at the most “teenage angst” store you’ve ever been in. The man from before hops through the window and dusts himself off. His gaze screams murder as he looks up at you.

…Only to fall the moment he spots your odd eyes and horns that are starting to curl. 

Okay. Okay. Stay calm. The dude managed to track you home. He’s a human- he’s weaker. He has no defense. Do what your parent taught you. 

Like a stag, you take a defensive stance and show off your horns. Don’t wanna get hit with these. They’ll hurt really bad. Go away, please. Wait- please? No! Go away now! 

You expect the guy to get the memo and leave. 

Instead, he coos at you.

***

Tim was wrong. The creature was the most cutest, precious thing he’s ever seen.  “Awwwww, look’t you!” He coos, relaxing and taking a friendly stance. “Wait hold on- no, this could be a cosplay. This is a cosplay, isn’t-” 

He yelps as the creature charges, narrowly moving out of the way. Its horns slam into the wall and when it pulls away, there’s a noticeable dent and cracks in it. The beast grunts, teeth flashing in a snarl. Fangs with some flat teeth. Its tail slips out of its hiding place and lashes angrily. 

Tim kneels, holding his hand out and trying to How To Train Your Dragon his way out of this. “Hey buddy, it’s alright. I just need my wallet back. Can I have it, please?” He asks sweetly, making a small motion with his hand. "We can talk about this. I can help."

Tim frowns when it hisses at him, an idea blooming in his head. When the monster charges again, he moves to the side and wraps his arms around them. “Easy, easy, aw…it’s alright. Shhhh…” 

“LET ME GO!” The creature screams, making him pause. It can speak? It sounds young, too. Tim glances around the room, taking in the empty bags of chips and other generally bad stuff that kids eat without a second thought. He notices the ratty blankets and worn, moldy mattress on a broken bedframe.

“...How old are you?” Tim asks, tone full of pity. He winces when he feels claws dig and scratch at his arms, but doesn’t let go. “Ow- hey, it’s okay, I can help you. Let me help you.” The creature doesn’t give up, continuing to struggle. He feels his grip slipping, and he has to take several steps back.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa- hey, chill out-!” 

The creature breaks free and slams into a wall. 

***

When you wake up you know you’re not in your home. It doesn’t smell rancid and there are soft, silky textures brushing against you. Your head in resting on something soft and fluffy. The smell of palm trees is everywhere, and the world seems brighter. The noise is still there, though.

Outside, a car’s horn goes off repeatedly, resulting in you shifting around and trying to bury your head in the soft object. 

…Your hands are bound. So are your legs. The softness rubs against you. It’s a new sensation, one you aren’t used to. The smell gets stronger and you start to panic. So, like any scared joey, you start to call out for your parent. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” You hear the man call. You hear him head over and enter the room, immediately joining your side. He starts to rub your back gently, shushing you. Stop it- stop it- you try to protest but he interrupts you. “I know, I know. It’s all new and confusing. But it’s okay! I’ll take care of you now. Don’t worry, I know you’re not a pet. You’re…uh…well, I don’t know, but you’re a person.” 

“Oh, don’t cry, it’s okay. I’m helping. I had to tie you up ‘cause I didn’t want you to hurt yourself again! It’ll be okay, I promise. No more of that nasty stuff for you.”

“I know you’re scared, but look at it this way! You’re not alone anymore! And now I’m not alone either. I wanna guess you’re…what? Seventeen? Y’know, most humans think you’re an adult when you hit eighteen, but I think twenty-one is more reasonable. No “teen” in “twenty-one,” is there?”

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I was actually thinking of this while writing the werewolf story! And I gave “Dad” a name this time. Speaking of which, I feel like giving the other guys names. Is there a way to vote on it or something? I want to hear your guys’s ideas

I will definitely add onto this as well.

You're looking spectacular today! Drink water! Eat something that isn't chips! SLEEP!

[itsabouttimex2]

Yandere Father Dark Cacao Cookie

You aren’t in your room. You never are. Even with the new locks and chains, you always find a way to break out and slink through his castle.

Just because you aren’t where you belong doesn’t mean he doesn’t know where to find you, though.

He treks through the cold, uninviting halls of his castle, storming straight to the room of his “estranged” son, throwing the door open with fury in his eyes.

“I am getting entirely too used to hunting you down, and I-“

He cuts himself off when he sees you, because your condition right now switches his fury to concern.

He stalks closer, observing your trembling form as you curl under Dark Choco’s old blankets, every inch of your dough shivering without stop. He comes close enough to reach out and touch you, clicking his tongue as he does.

“Foolish child… you should have come to me at once.”

He pulls you out of his son’s long abandoned blankets, wrapping you up in his fur-lined cape instead. He takes your shivering form into his arms, lifting you easily off the bed. You’re entirely too easy to carry, and he wonders if you’ve been getting enough to eat recently. There’ll be time to amend that later.

He carries you back to your room, watching as you quake with each of his steps.

“Hiding away in your brother’s room instead of informing me of your illness… reckless, foolhardy child.” His tone is one of scolding, hard and cold. He puts particular emphasis onto illness, and you know exactly why.

He’s seen countless friends and comrades fall to the freezing cold of this land, dough cracked and split by the temperature. His own child, his remaining child, will not be one of the casualties of winter.

His thinking might be a bit extreme for what’s probably a minor illness that’ll pass in a few days, but to him? Safe is better than sorry. Safe is better than burying a child. Safe is better than losing the last of his family.

He steps into your room, his eyes narrowing at the picture on your nightstand. It’s Dark Choco, elegant frame decorated with white and black lace. Next to it is a picture of Caramel Arrow, feathers and bowstrings tangling around the frame.

You still miss them. Of course you do. Without them, you’re locked up all alone in this palace, your door hung with heavy locks and chains. You had long learned to pick them, but the fact that they were there was more than bad enough on it’s own. But your father was not willing to compromise your safety to satiate your desire for freedom.

He bundles you under the thick wolf-fur blanket on your bed, then retrieves another from your dresser, giving you two heavy layers of warmth. He doesn’t seem satisfied with those alone, but doesn’t push the matter. All he does is…

Reach out, and brush your hair from your face. You lean your cheek into the palm of his hardened hand, and he spends a moment dragging his thumb in circles around your cheek, savoring the contact.

He’s not the best father. But there’s no denying that he loves you. Maybe a little too much.

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

My little kitten: Yandere Dad Thranduil x child neko reader part3.

Age: 8 reader Chan is now a bit older and sheltered after the nanny incident.

You are in your room sitting at your window seat watching as the snow falls down and the guards patrolled the area.

You continued to look at the snow in an oversized f/c tunic with black leggings and barefooted, your hair being down with a few braids in it to keep your hair out of your face with a few stubborn strands out of place, your ears twitching and tail swaying.

As you’re staring out the window you have no idea about a cruel prank set for you by three Ellons.

You got bored of staring at the snow for so long you instantly wanted your father King Thranduil who never EVER lets you out of the palace without him or a few guards.

You walked out of your room in hopes of him being in the throne room unaware of three ellons holding a huge bucket of Ice cold water from one of the water falls of Mirkwood.

As you continued to walk earning waves, bows, curtsies and “Good after noon your highness.” From passing elves, you can hear your father’s voice from the throne room giving orders, happy you made your way towards the throne room when you shrieked from a cold sensation on your body from the bucket of icy water the three Ellons were carrying earning the attention of the elves who were near the throne room to witness the whole thing and gasp of horror from those elves as they see you standing in the middle of the halls in a puddle near the doors that lead to the throne room, shivering with your arms wrapped around yourself to keep yourself warm with the three Ellons laughing and pointing at you while you shivered until the throne room doors slammed open “What in the Valar is going on out here?” Your father’s voice boomed out in the hall making everyone including the three Ellons freeze in terror.

Thranduil's POV:

I was sitting on my throne bored and giving orders to the guards and drinking dorwinion wine from my favorite goblet when I heard a high pitch and familiar shriek from the halls followed by gasp of horror and laughter.

I bursted out of the room to see everyone frozen in terror but what infuriated me was the sight of my kitten standing in the hall shivering and soaked “What in the Valar Is going on out here?” I asked until I heard my child sneezing and coughing.

I ran up to her and scooped her up into my arms, by the Valar she was freezing, I can feel her shivering as I held her closely towards me “Who is responsible for this!?” I asked in rage making people point at three ellons who looked as pale as the snow outside “They were also laughing at the princess as well my lord.” An elleth with brown hair said in disgust. “Guards! Take them to the dungeons.” I said pointing at the three ellons who began speaking on top of each other but I didn’t care and began walking towards the infirmary with my kitten in my arms who is coughing up a storm “let’s get you to the infirmary little one.” I said to Y/N who is still shivering from the cold and clutching at my robes “What were you doing in the halls little one?” I asked as she buried her head into my chest “I wanted you.” She answered melting my heart.

At your bedroom:

I stood by Y/N's bed side as I see her chest rising and falling through her oversized tunic that I helped her changed into after the healers looked her over to find that she had a bad cold and that she needed rest.

After the check up I took her back to her room and helped her get into dry clothes and stood by her side until she fell asleep.

After seeing her puffy eyelids close and hearing her small snores I smiled and rubbed her little ears earning a soft purr from her making me smile and kiss her warm forehead “Daddy will handle those Ellons.” I say walking out of the room, locked the door and called for my best guards to guard the door “Make sure no one bothers my baby while I deal with those ellons.” I said walking to the dungeons hearing a “Yes sir.” From the guards.

I stand in front of the three ellons who are begging me to spare them “Please my King it was just a prank.” One of them said fearfully “Just a prank!? JUST A PRANK!?” I yelled “You’r lucky it was just a cold.” I said angrily “How ever it doesn’t save you from my wrath.” I said raising my sword to the screaming Ellons.

I smirked down at the ellons who now laid past out from shock the moment I raised my sword with urine running down their trousers “When they wake up tell them they’re banished from Mirkwood for life.” I said putting my sword away and walking out of the dungeon “and get some servants to clean up the mess.” I said continuing my trek out the dungeon towards Y/N’s room.

I sit by my kitten on her bed as she ate her soup.

Once she finished she fell straight asleep again making me smile and kiss her head “Note to self have guards with her at all times when she’s in the halls.” I said to myself as I walked out of the room, closing and locking the door and retreating to my room.

The next day no one’s pov:

Thranduil wakes up to the sound of your personal healer screaming.

Worried he got up and put his robe on and burst into your room to see you throwing up into the toilet of your private bathing chamber with your healer gently patting your back and holding your hair “My poor kitten.” Thranduil said until his butler Galion came “Have my schedule clear for the day.” He said walking back to his room to get dressed.

For the whole day Thranduil stayed with you in your chambers and had the healers brew you an elixir that will help you and he had another one made that will give you immortality early when you’re a bit older.

Once your all better Thranduil immediately told you that there will be six guards with you at all times and that your not allowed to leave your room without them.

[roxineedstosleep]

Hello!! It's cool seeing another blog do yandere!moon system lol

Ok so this is just a suggestion, a headcanon on how the yandad!moon system would be as parents. Like who is more nurturing, who is more strict, etc. I totally think all of them would be overprotective tho :)

Let's see… The Lunar System being parents.

Honey, this is really going to be too much fun, at least Jake's part.

I feel like Steven is the most excited about his baby's interests. He's the kind of over-enthusiastic father who ALWAYS supports all of his children's academic interests.

He loves to spoil his baby, he wants his baby to always feel loved and protected ina more phisical way. So he doesn't hesitate to spoil and shower his baby with adorable gifts when he notices that they are of things they likes and can enjoy.

Example: Did he remember on the street that his baby loves animal films and animal documentaries? Well, now his baby has a vast collection of stuffed animals, basically just get them plushies exact replicas of their favourite animals so his baby can learn more from it.

He seeks to always give him his favourite foods, in a healthy way, and would never raise his voice at them… not unless the situation got completely out of control and he panicked and sought to get his baby's attention. He could never punish his child, though. He can't, their baby's Bambi eyes prevent him from doing so. That's Jake's job.

Basically it's "Papa Steven", the pamperer and nurturer.

Marc… well, it's very Marc?

I'll be honest, he's the type who doesn't want to show negative emotions in front of his offspring. Wendy's behaviour has scarred him emotionally for life and he wants to avoid that altogether. Obviously, since Marc is a bit emotionally extreme and thinks he doesn't deserve love and that, he would be on edge with his baby.

He would be very slow about the way he behaves with his baby, at least initially. Therefore, he sees what kind of actions are right and wrong. Relatively, when he gets the confidence and that, Marc becomes the paranoid father who doesn't want to leave his baby alone. He doesn't want his baby to feel unloved, but he also doesn't want his child to feel overwhelmed by his presence.

So he always tries to listen to his baby, so that he always knows what he is thinking and can help him to be happy. And if that happens while they watch movies and eat biscuits, behind Steven's back, that's what should happen.

Always by his side, hypervigilant of any negative emotions his offspring might express. He HATES to see his baby being sad, and only calms down when he understands what is causing his offspring's discomfort. Basically goes between worried emotional wart and happy emotional wart.

He is "Dada Marc", the worrywart.

Although, quite understandably, Marc can't discipline his child. He can't and won't, but he knows that his baby must be disciplined at times… so he leaves it to Jake.

Now, Jake. For all his brash, fear-aggressive behaviour, and unfriendly looks, Jake is the most relaxed parenting.

I don't know if it's Jake's Latino nature (I'm a Latina, and at least I can tell from what I've experienced with my father) or the type of environment that surrounds him, but he loves to get into mischief with his baby and have fun with his offspring.

Jake is the kind of dad who will grab a beer, and when his kid asks him what the beer tastes like, he'll give them a taste… and then scoff when his baby grimaces. Obviously, he'd make sure his baby is never near a beer again, but he wouldn't make the same fuss as Steven or Marc would do in the same situation.

He always plays pranks on them and likes to use his strength to play with his offspring. He LOVES to watch his baby laugh with him and have fun with whatever silly things the two of them come up with. Obviously, since he is stronger, he would use such innocent games to show his dominance and strength, but never as a direct message of threat. Only as a warning.

But, since he's the only one with more "backbone" than the other two, as much as he enjoys being "Fun Daddy Jake", he's also the only one who knows how to punish his offspring when they misbehave. Nothing physical, for obvious reasons, but ultimately his kid won't be having fun for a couple of weeks.

Yes, even if he thought it was fun to see the whole flat full of sandcastles and Gus in a sailor suit… he still knew that his son was wrong to do that, and so he left his baby without ice cream for a week.

[darkestspring]

I JUST REMEMBERED THAT DAEMON'S BABY TOLD AEMOND THAT ONE DAY HE WOULD HAVE A DRAGON, and Aemond was sure (despite his young age) that he wanted to make her his wife.

Aemond could have claimed Vhagar on the grounds that he claimed the dragon for Daemon's daughter, as a "wedding gift" or something.

Aemond: I claimed Vhagar as a gift to your daughter, now she will be my wife.

Daemon never drew his sword so fast, suddenly the entire royal guard and Alicent are trying to stop Aemond from being killed by his uncle (and future father-in-law).

aemond would absolutely being insistent on her being his life, in the "i'm not going to marry anyone else but her" sense. the moment aemond claims vhagar, luke, jace, baela and rhaena are running to confront him but then that delves into a "what the fuck" moment when aemond waxes poetics to them about this being a marriage gift to baela and rhaena's own sister and no one likes it one bit.

much less daemon in all honesty, he already hated the kid and now this snot nosed green wearing brat thinks he's good enough for his precious angel? absolutely not.

it takes all of the guards in the vicinity to hold daemon back from straight up slaughtering aemond while aemond is just bragging endlessly to reader about how now that he claimed vhagar they can get married. how he did this for you and everyone else has a a "hold up, what?" moment.

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Reader: Hey Deadpool?!

Yandad!Deadpool:

Reader: Deadpool?

Yandad!Deadpool:

Reader: ... Dadpool?

Yandad!Deadpool: Yeah sweetie?!

Reader: Hey Deadpool?

Yan!dad!Deadpool: ………

Reader: Deadpool?

Yan!dad!Deadpool: ……………

Reader: Wade? You good?

Yandad!Deadpool: …………………..

Yan!dad!Deadpool, arms crossed: Logan would you please tell my precious child, the apple of my eye, the light of my world, that I do NOT answer to either of those. They know what my name is to them and until they use it I won’t answer them.

Yan!uncle!Wolverine: Oh thank god! So you’re finally going to shut up?

Yan!dad!Deadpool: Until they say my rightful name but do know that this hurts me more than it hurts either of you😭🥺

Reader: Rightful name? You mean Dickhead?

*Yan!uncle!Logan and the Reader high five*

*Yan!dad!Deadpool crying to himself in a corner due to all the bullying being done to him*

[simp-lyanimewritings]

Dude imagine Vegeta and Goku both being yanparents over the same kid. imagine the chaos that would ensue.

Goku is totally all for sharing custody and raising the child as a part of both his and Vegeta’s families, meanwhile Vegeta is fighting tooth and nail to get this kid to solely call him ‘Dad’ so he can rub it in Goku’s face and laugh victoriously.

Then you have Bulma and ChiChi who have been dragged into this by their idiotic husbands and have just accepted taking on this new child and sharing them among the family. Like, Vegeta is the only one left in the dark about this, he’s just still trying to get this kid to choose him over Goku.

Also, I have no doubt that Goku was probably the first one who just saw this random child and immediately thought of adopting them (even if they already had a perfectly fine family), only for Vegeta to want to also adopt said kid all because Goku was. Like, Vegeta doesn’t get why or have any inkling to what Goku is thinking he just knows that he has to have this kid in his family first.

[maxwell-coffeepot101]

Bro, can you do a au of red guy and duck guy as y/n's parents- THIS IS A CHALLENGE.

Title: I just wanted to go in the woods and play...

Background info: You were adopted by red guy and Duck guy as a baby. Yellow guy was murderer by them because he accidently dropped you. You always had loved the idea of going into the woods to play.

Your pov:

I packed my things and opened my window I put one leg out and- "Sweetie I got your favorite sna-" you heard your dad say, you turn your head to see him holding a plate with his beak wide open. Next thing I knew I was being dragged by my arm into the living room. I looked at my father with an awkward smile on my face "I cought them trying to sneak out though the window!" Dad yelled which hurt my ears "What?!?!" Father yelled louder then Dad which hurt my ears even more. I started to cry because of the pain in my ears and because I felt scared. Father kneeled down to my level "Can you tell us why you where going to sneak out?" He then asked in a soft monotone voice I looked up at Dad who just rolled his eyes "You are to soft on them..." Dad said before I knew it Dad picked me up by my fur/hair/string and yelled "Why where you sneaking out?!?" It made my ears ring and made me cry even more "I- I wanted to go to the woods s-so I could play..." I replied sobbing I felt as his hand let go causing me to fall. Father picked me up and started to carry me to my bed room, placed me on my bed, gave me the snacks, and closed my door on the way out. I then heard arguing. After a while I heard my door open and saw Dad standing there "Hey, I'm sorry I hurt you..." He said as he got closer to me "and if you want to tomorrow we can go into the woods and play together and maybe have a pick nick." He said. I hugged him and said good night.

Little did I know.....

[c0ld0utside]

Yan Werewolf Dad

Boo I'm back.

Let’s ignore the fact that I said I’d try to update every day. Have a yandere werewolf dad. 

Thought of Drew’s (from After Dark on Webtoon) werewolf form while writing this. 

Warnings (Let me know if I missed any): Possessiveness, blood, loss of teeth, reader gets dragged back home

Your mother left the two of you when you were young. Since then it’s been you and your dad. He’s a hardworking man, trying to make sure the two of you live comfortably and making sure you have a good childhood. Trying to make sure that you’re close to him. He can’t lose you, too. The two of you settled in a forest on a mountain after what happened. To keep you close and make sure you’re happy. 

Your average day went like this:

Your Dad wakes you up and makes you breakfast while you get ready for school. He’ll ask you what you have going on today to help you remember. Quiz in your third-period class, you have an assignment due in fifth. Things like that while he takes your lunch out of the fridge and gives it to you. He’ll walk with you to the bus, wish you a good day, kiss you on the forehead, and go back home to head to work in his car. 

Usually, you come home first. A few hours later your Dad will come back covered in small twigs and leaves, sometimes with a treat. You help him pull the twigs and leaves out of his hair and he’ll head into his bathroom to rinse. After the two of you make dinner, he’ll help you finish up your homework, and if you have time you’ll watch TV and tell each other how your day went. Once he deems that it’s time for you to go to bed, he sees you to your room, gives your forehead a kiss, and wishes you goodnight while reminding you that his door is always open if something is troubling you. 

If something is bothering you, he’s happy when you come to him. Scared? You can sleep over. Nightmare? You can talk about it if you want, or you can skip that and go straight to him reassuring you and comforting you. Just can’t sleep? You’ll talk until you do. By “talk,” it’s actually him reminding you that you’re his #1, his VIP, the most precious thing in his entire world, and that he loves you. That he wouldn’t be able to handle it if he lost you. That he’s sorry if he was short with you earlier. He hates fighting with you. He just wants to make you happy. 

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Today is different.

It started normal. Your Dad shook you awake gently with a smile before heading downstairs to cook you up some breakfast. He asks you what you’re doing in second period today and if you remember what the two of you went over last night—feeling nervous? Don’t worry, he knows you’ll do fine. He hands you lunch, reminds you to put on your coat and tie your shoes, waits while you sling your backpack over your shoulders, and the two of you set off toward your bus stop. After a quick “Love you, bye!”, you board the bus and he watches you leave. 

School is a blur. Second period’s quiz freaked you out a little bit but you know your Dad cares more about you than actual grades. Lunch is nice, per usual. A little note from your Dad telling you not to be too hung up over second period and that he hopes the rest of your school day is better. He also added in your favorite treat to cheer you up. 

Before you know it you’re back on the bus, riding home. You head inside, kick off your shoes in the mudroom, and laze around for at least an hour or two before starting on your schoolwork. Another hour later, you frown when the clock hits 6:30 PM because your Dad should’ve been home by now. Okay…maybe he got held up with something. You keep at it and another hour goes by. You start to feel like something is wrong. 

Pulling out your phone, you’re mid-dial when your dad practically bursts into the home. His breathing is all over the place and his arm-

Is covered in blood. Dripping and getting all over the floor and his clothes. You call out to him and ask him what happened, standing there in shock for a moment before going to find the medkit. As you search through his bathroom you hear a loud thump, followed by the sound of something not human. 

“...Dad?” 

Uneasy, you slowly make your way out of his room and into the kitchen. You hear his breathing, but you don’t see him. You see blood all over the kitchen island and sink- and there’s some small white thing on it as well. 

“Dad? I got the medkit…” You offer, rounding the corner. And then you freeze because what the fuck.

Three teeth are scattered on the floor. Your Dad’s teeth. And hunched over on said floor is some large, fur-covered beast emitting steam and making the most gutwrenching sounds you have ever heard. Where is your dad? What is this thing in front of you? Are you dreaming? Did you fall asleep while doing your homework?

The creature shifts, and you can see the ugly bite mark on its arm. It lets out a loud, drawn-out whine as it rises, arm lazily flopping onto the counter while it tries to pull itself up. It balances itself, breathless and trying to process what’s going on. You take a step back and it turns its head to look at you.

Your Dad’s eyes look into your own. Deep red brown and soft. Scared. Mouth open. Fangs are where his canines used to be. He’s…taller. His skin seems tight on his body, which is covered in fur. His ears are like a wolf’s- 

There’s no way.

Werewolves aren’t real. Right?

With the grace of a newborn deer, the beast- your Dad stumbles on shaky legs. He turns around, holding onto the island like his life depended on it. The two of you just stand there, staring at each other. Your Dad tries to speak but all that comes out is some sort of yip. Something in your head clicks, and you take several steps back. He whines and tries to move closer to you, only to fall. When you move further away, his eyes harden and he snarls at you. 

You freeze. Your Dad tries to walk over to you, growling, and that’s when instinct takes over. 

Leading to where you are now, running through the forest in the middle of the night. You’re trying to find the main road that your bus stop is at. You don’t really know why. Barely anyone takes this road aside from the bus that takes you to school and the few other people who live several miles away from you. The occasional passerby uses the road in their long journey to get from point A to point B. 

You must’ve gotten turned around at some point. You’re nowhere near the street. You’re not even on the pathway you and your dad have walked down countless times. Alright. This is fine. You’ll find a way to retrace your steps in the middle of the dark. Totally. 

A sound cuts through the air. Some sort of cry, a bark mixed with someone trying to call your name. Part of you wants to respond and go to it, realizing that you just left your Dad even though he needs help. The other half doesn’t recognize him as your Dad anymore. Just a monster that’s hunting you down. You freeze again as your brain fights with itself, self-preservation and emotion currently in a heated argument. 

The arguing ceases and turns into panicked screaming when something pounces on you. Oh wait, no- you’re actually screaming. Out loud, not just in your head. The part of you that doesn’t want to die takes over and you start to struggle. In response, the monster snarls at you, claws digging into your skin. It stops when it draws blood and you start to cry, snarls switching into whimpers and whines. 

It was an accident. He didn’t mean to. You scared him when you ran off and you won’t come back home. He’s just so scared. He needs you. You’re the only family he has left, and part of you is him, after all. So you need him, too. 

Especially now. Even though it’s kind of his fault. 

Your Dad tries to pick you up and carry you back home, but you won’t stop thrashing around so it turns into him having to drag you back home. Kicking and screaming while he tries to apologize but can only keep making those odd noises. Begging and calling for help while he starts to feel annoyed because he’s right here, he’ll help you and make it better, he promises internally. 

Once you’re back home, it’s a bit odd. You have your Dad, who’s turned into a literal werewolf, dragging you inside after chasing and hurting you. He steers you over to the sink, washing the cuts he gave you with an apologetic look in his eye. It shifts into annoyance when he notices that you're also covered in dirt, scrapes, and other small cuts. This is what happens when you don't sit still. Your Dad bandages you up with shaky hands, still getting used to this new body of his. At this point, you’re too terrified and confused to fight back and cry. 

You’re guided into your bedroom and you immediately scramble into your bed. It feels safer there. Your Dad closes the door, flopping down next to you and pulling you close. He needs this. Needs his pup- kid close to him. Needs to know that they’re safe and secure and happy. You can miss a few days of school while the two of you figure this out. 

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You look beautiful today! Remember to get 9 hours of sleep and drink water. 

Everything will be okay <3

[itsabouttimex2]

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

Yandere Father Almond Cookie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Crying. Bleeding. Broken.

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

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

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

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

He just doesn’t know when that will be.

[nastyavolk-cp]

Yandere!Dad Tony Stark to Peter Parker

Anonymous requested: Hi~ Could I get some general head cannons for a platonic Yandere!Tony who's like an obsessive murderous father figure to Peter?

As a father figure Tony is too overbearing and paranoid.

Peter was very unlucky to get Tony Stark as a mentor/father figure.

He wants to know everything that happens to Peter’s life, especially his social one.

Let’s just say that he’s pretty unhappy with knowing that Peter suffers bullying.

He makes sure that no one will ever bother him again.

Obviously Peter starts to suspect that something is going on but Tony always managed to dismiss his thoughts.

If the idea of stepping away from his relationship with Tony ever crossed his mind, Tony gets desperate.

And it requires desperate ways to keep Peter close to him.

So, bye school, bye social life, bye freedom and welcome home, child 💕

[roxineedstosleep]

Kids leash

The reader has been locked up in Stark Tower for several weeks after Yandere Father Tony punished them for not getting home on time.

Yanded Tony: Well, it looks like you've earned some of my trust. Reader: is that good? Yandad Tony: Of course. That means you can go outside. But accompanied by me. Reader: That's better than nothing… But why the leash. Yandad Tony:Just ignore that I put this on the belt of your backpack. That way I can make sure you don't get lost… or run into some rabid brat. Fleas will stick to you.

[darkestspring]

Daemon would be breathing fire as Aegon confronts him, holding the bloody sheets, stained with his daughters maidenhead. Out of the corner of his eyes he can see his daughter scared amd worried she did something wrong. She meekly tells her father she loves Aegon and he said this was the only way they could be together.

i couldn't help myself, here you go anon <333

It's the guards that bring Aegon and his daughter to his and rhaenyra's room. His anger is vivid as the bloodied sheets are tossed before him by the white haired boy.

"Do you know what you've done, boy?" His jaw twitches as do his hands, all he wants to do is wrap them around the neck of the boy who defiled his angel.

His daughter stood behind aegon, looking nervous as she looked between her father and aegon.

"I've been denied too many times, uncle." Aegon doesn't even hide his smile as his eyes are dark, completely content. "I will have her. Whoever dares to take her from me will find themselves in Sunfyre's jaws. She's been mine since our eyes locked and she'll be mine even after death."

"Give her to me, I'll wed her as she is, I'll make her my bride. I'll protect her from everything. I'll marry her in the valyrian tradition if she wants it."

God, now he knows what Viserys felt all those years ago.

"We're in love." His beloved daughter speaks up, her voice quiet and her lip quivers but she takes hold of aegon's hand. "Please father, please cousin. Aegon and I are in love." She pleads and aegon brings her closer, his dark eyes glaring into Daemon's angry ones.

"Darling." Rhaenyra touches daemon's arm. "Her honor has been sullied, it is already too late. They must marry." She insists, sending her step-daughter a small smile. "There is no other choice."

Daemon takes a step forward with a clenched jaw. "I'm not doing this for you, I don't give a shit about the love you think you have for my daughter, she's my pride and joy. The second you fuck up, Caraxes will be glad to feast on your body, you sad little boy."

Daemon's eyes soften as they land on you and he walks past to cup your cheek with his warm hand. "Is this truly what you wish, my pride?"

Tension lessens in his body as you nod up at your father. "Yes, I truly wish to marry my love, Aegon."

"Then it shall be done. There is nothing in this world that I would not give you."

It was official, Aegon had one. You would be his. His wife. His bride. No one would keep you from him ever again. Not unless they wish for a painful death.

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Dadpool knocking on the Batcave door in a dressing gown and comedy boxers like "Welp, I'm here to pick up my kid." Not even caring that he's got hit by 7 batarangs and got stabbed by Damien's sword as he just picks up Y/N. (There's also a 7/10 chance he'd also try and adopt Jason right there too.)

Yan!dad!Wade, pulling up to Wayne Manor in a baby pink nightgown, bunny slippers and a old lady wig with rollers sticking out of it all the while still wearing his Deadpool suit underneath: I’m here to pick up my kiddo!

Yan!Batfamily: Whose man’s is this??????👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

*Yan!dad!Wade proceeds to pick up the Reader and carry them under his arm like nothing, not caring how much bigger or smaller they are compared to him or the various weapons/injuries he’s taken from the Batfamily’s attempts to keep their new weird bby*

Also, Yan!dad!Wade on his way out still carrying Reader under his arm like luggage, stopping to look over at Yan!bro!Jason: *pointing* You, you look like you’ve been through some shit. You’d be a great brother for Y/n! You’re more than welcome to come home with us and be a part of our fucked up family!

Yan!bro!Jason, quickly weighing over the pros and cons: ………..Okay🤷🏻‍♂️

Yan!Batfamily:😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶 n o

Also, Yan!Batfamily: The annoying stranger only came for one and he left with two, what the actual fuck just happened….🙃🫠???

[quicksilver-babeyy]

The Robin

Pairing : Edward Nashton x Robin!reader, teen!reader, Bruce Wayne x child!reader[all pairings are completely platonic]

Summary : after the debut of a young vigilante, Edward finds himself interested in learning more about them.

Warnings : flourishing obsession, mentions of death, mentions of dissapearances, acussation of neglect, delusional Edward.

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Edward often felt like he didn't belong anywhere in the world, all of it felt less cold than the orphanage he was forced into as a young boy but the freezing cold feeling that followed him everywhere never truly dissapear. He felt it every time he walked to work, he felt it even when drinking boiling hot coffee that was too bitter even for him, he felt it whenever he watched the news just to find out that more people dissapeared from Gotham. The cold never truly went away even when he tried to move on, but he couldn't even do that, move on. He had suffered the entirety of his life and watched someone like Bruce Wayne be victimised, babied while everyone forgot about normal orphans like himself and that filled him with an unstoppable rage that led to many worse things to happen. His envy for the rich and his hatred for the corrupt consumed him to a point of no return, he turned into someone so problematic that nobody wanted to adopt the young boy whose eyes glared at them like a criminal in a mugshot.

Him being a young adult could've meant a chance for him to be better in life to be a part of society, but he didn't want to be part of it when everyone was just as disgusting and corrupt as those people who have up on kids like him. So Edward decided to stay a loner with a job that he didn't enjoy but at least it paid the bills, dirty blonde haired man thought that he could live a life without needing anyone, he had gotten accostumed to independence from a young already so he was shocked the moment he met a young vigilante who went with the alias of ‘Robin’. They were always trailing behind the batman like the Dr. Watson to his Sherlock, they were definitely rather young in their teens he could assume, Edward had always admired Batman so seeing the man he idolises get a sort of sidekick made him wonder what was so special of this Robin kid for someone so intimidating to recruit. After extensive hours of research for days he finally discovers that Robin is an orphan like himself, having been adopted by some unknown rich man who the young adult couldn't identify, after the death of their parents two years ago the teen was adopted almost immediately and soon enough they found a new family.

Robin had a tragic story, death of parents, probably neglected by some rich asshole who doesn't care enough about them. I mean if their child was actually cared for they probably wouldn't be out fighting crime and solving cases with the batman, who wasn't a bad guy but he was an adult man with a secret identity someone who any caring parent would be weary of. The more that he found out the more he was getting attached to this kid whose name he didn't even know, any possible document being hidden or their name was completely erased for their safety. He was finally starting to see why the batman chose them, after all they were in need of protection and they were very athletic which was proved after videos of them fighting thugs were revealed to the public. They were the perfect sidekick for someone like Bat cause who better to protect Gotham than someone who was victim to it's corruption, the more he learned about them the quicker his batman shrine turned into a Robin shrine. The new vigilante was truly fascinating and absolutely adorable, who knows maybe the duo of him and batman could turn into an unstoppable trio, The Riddler, Batman and Robin.