#mother! reader

[toasted-for3v3r]

In this life

Husband! Dan Feng x wife! Reader x son! Dan Heng

(Implied DanStelle if you squint)

In this life, Dan Heng has you and Dan Feng as parents tries to navigate through life after making plenty of mistakes. Oh, let me specify, Dan Heng hasn’t done anything wrong. It’s you and Dan Feng that are the problem.

Warnings: Mentions of torture, mutilation, and parole (?) <- correct me if I’m wrong yall

Part two - Part three

“Dan Heng?” March 7th asked as she, Stelle, and said man were walking down the street of his hometown, “I’m just— eh, well I’m curious about something.”

“Hm?”

It was winter break for them, after going through their grueling classes at the college, and barely surviving. Dan Heng had invited the two of them to come over to his home, clearly wanting to spend time with his friends rather than alone like he usually was.

The problem? “Do you even have parents?” Stelle interrupted, walking backwards with her hands on the back of her head. “I mean, you don’t talk about them at all. Like, I’ve heard nothing.”

“Yeah,” the pink haired woman agreed, “I always thought you were an orphan or something.”

Dan Heng paused, staring at the two of them in disbelief, “You thought I was an orphan?”

“You never talked about your parents.”

“But you immediately assumed I was an orphan??”

The two looked at each other, back to him, and shrugged. The moved out of the way when he turned to the right, grabbing his keys from his bag. “Hey, don’t blame us. We didn’t want to ask out of respect.”

It was true. He didn’t talk much about his parents, if at all. He never thought it necessary, and it didn’t help he already had certain… issues with them.

“Yeah,” Stelle punched his arm, “This was completely and entirely your fault.”

“Uh huh, I’m sure.” He rolled his eyes, unlocking the door and letting them inside, calling out to the house, “I’m home!”

March 7th wandered through the living room, curious about all of the trinkets lining the shelves. She poked at a vase, earning a smack on the hand by Dan Heng. It made her whine, rubbing the reddened spot and pouting.

The living room was neat and organized, almost from one of those home decor magazines. A cream colored couch sat around a television mounted on the wall, a brown shelf underneath it. In the middle was a glass coffee table with books and tea cups scattered around.

He took the time to grab the cups, taking them over to the kitchen, “I don’t know if my parents are home right now. My dad is probably at work or in his office upstairs.”

“This is nice, though,” Stelle nodded, flipping through a book and setting it down. March came over, “What’s that?”

“No clue. I can’t read the language.”

She grumbled, smacking her upside the head and grumbling, “Dumbass.” She flinched, squeaking and hitting her back, causing them to get into a tussle.

“Hey!” Dan Heng forcefully broke them apart, “quit fighting in my house!”

“Your house?” Came the low voice of a man, his teal eyes glowing as he walked down the stairs, scanning the three of them in the living room. “I didn’t know you came back,” he addressed Dan Heng. His dark hair long, spilling over his shoulders and ending at his hip. His robe was casual and loose, one side starting to slide off his shoulder. But his eyes were cold, as if they could freeze everything in the room with just a glance.

“It’s winter break.” The silence was awkward.

Another pair of footsteps came down, more eager than the man, and skipping step after step.

“Mā—“ Dan Heng yelped as he was crushed into a bear hug, hands holding tightly to his body. He huffed in amusement, leaning into you and hugging you back, “Hi, Māmā.”

“Hi, anima!” You grinned excitedly, cupping his cheeks and kissing them excessively, “Cur mihi non dixisti te venturum esse? Cenam tibi gratissimam paravissem!”

(Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I would’ve made your favorite dinner!)

“Nolui te vexare,” He tried to say, his words and voice muffled from your lips. His father watched, arms crossed, face expressionless. Yet, it was obvious he was growing exasperated.

(I didn’t want to bother you)

“Excusatio!” Your shoulder was held, gently pulling you back. “Nǐ kuài bǎ tā mèn sǐle, qīn’ài de,” the man told you, his face softening ever so slightly. His hand reached to fix the collar of your blouse, strewn from just coming home a few minutes ago.

(Excuses.) (You’re suffocating him, my dear.)

Stelle and March stared blankly between the three of you, head shifting, moving their ears towards you like that was going to help them understand.

Dan Heng noticed, thankfully, and held your wrist, “Mā, these are the friends I was telling you about. Stelle,” he gestured to the gray haired young woman, “And March 7th.” She waved, saying, “Hello!”

“Lucundum est te tandem convenire, audivi—“

(It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, I’ve heard—)

“My dear,” the man next to you corrected, giving you a pointed look, “Nefas lingua.”

(Wrong language.)

“Oh!” You laughed in embarrassment, clapping your hands together, “Yes! Yes— I’m so sorry about that— it’s so good to finally meet you both, I’ve heard so much about you from my son.”

Stelle and March smiled, “Good things, we hope!” The former grinned proudly. You smiled back, “Absolutely!” You introduced yourself, telling the two your name and gesturing to the man next to you, “And this is my husband, Dan Feng.”

The two nodded, holding their hands out despite Dan Feng’s cold eyes, going as far as to shiver when they shook it. His hand was cold, even through the gloves, and they wondered how in the world his body temperature did that. And if it was normal.

“How long are you staying?” He asked.

“A few days,” March answered while Stelle rubbed a finger underneath her nose. Dan Heng lightly slapped her hand, making her hiss like a feral raccoon and pout with crossed arms. “We’re planning to stay at a nearby hotel, we don’t want to be in your hair.”

“Nonsense! We have plenty of room!”

“We do?” Dan Heng and Dan Feng echoed at the same time, gazing at you with similarly furrowed brows.

“Damn, he looks just like his dad,” Stelle mumbled, and the pink haired woman fully agreed.

“Yes,” you gave them both sharp looks, “We do. Bié nàyàng kànzhe wo, women you hěnduõ kèfáng.”

(Don’t look at me like that, we have plenty of guest rooms)

Your husband looked ready to argue, but you clapped your hands instead, “I’ve made dinner already, so you came at the perfect time. Come— come, sit.” The four had no choice but to take their seats at the table.

Dan Feng sat at the head of the table, of course. Dan Heng sat on his right, followed by Stelle. March sat across from her, fidgeting in her seat as you set their plates down in front of them, taking your own chair at your husband’s left.

The food was clearly delicious, if the women’s blissed out groans were anything to go by. March’s eyes sparkled, and Stelle was gobbling the food like the raccoon she was. Dan Hen sighed, leaning over and telling her to slow down. She swallowed and gave him puppy eyes, beyond elated at the seasonings on her tongue.

Dan Feng spoke quietly to you, his free hand resting on top of your own. Whatever you were discussing, it wasn’t like the guests could understand you anyway, but perhaps it was a more private conversation.

But the quietness, only interrupted by the scraping of plates and chewing, was comfortable. It felt warm, even. A nostalgia only a past memory could bring despite it being the present.

It was only broken when you had gotten curious about their school life, asking about their classes, their majors, what they study. All the works.

“It’s wonderful that Dan Heng has such supportive friends like you.” You sighed happily, feeling Dan Feng’s hand squeeze yours in warning before you could pinch your child’s cheeks. “Supportive,” your son snorted, which earned several protests.

“Dan Feng and I really try to be there for him, but it’s difficult with our jobs.” You stood from the table, grabbing your plate and your husband’s, only for him to stop you, “Sine me qui id faciat.”

(Let me do it.)

“Thanks, love.” You gave him a grateful nod as he took the two plates to the sink, setting each one down when you handed it to him. Stelle and March sat there awkwardly, wanting to help you clean, but not wanting to get in the way either.

“You’re still there?” Dan Heng asked, leaning back into his seat to look at your leg once he saw a familiar color of black and red, “I thought they would’ve let you go by now.”

“Her contract was recently renewed,” his father answered from the sink, turning it on. “They changed their minds just last month, saying she hadn’t blindly followed their orders.”

“I didn’t meet their requirements from the last contract,” you corrected, only for him to send you a look, “I said what I said.”

“But it’s been fifteen years.” Dan Heng stood, walking over to you, “What they’re doing is excessive— they’re just trying to get more from you.”

“Yes, well, thank the Marketing Development and Strategic Investment departments.” You shrugged, the smile on your face not quite reaching your eyes. Your son noticed, a strained hiss escaping his teeth, “Zhè bù gongpíng.”

(That’s not fair.)

“It doesn’t matter if it’s fair, it’s business.” Dan Feng gazed over his shoulder and returned to washing the dishes.

Stelle decided to speak up, curious and perplexed at first until she heard, ‘Marketing development’ and ‘strategic investment.’ “The IPC?”

You nodded, gesturing to the monitor around your ankle, “I was a little foolish in my younger years. I made some… mistakes, and I’m paying for it now. I’m under observation at my work, they need to make sure I won’t repeat patterns.”

The young women were shocked you had one on at all, having seen you as that super sweet mom that could do no harm. They were wrong, apparently. “What did you do?” March asked curiously.

That made you grimace and rub the back of your head. Dan Feng scoffed, and Dan Heng winced.

“Illegal things,” you crossed your arms.

“Justified things that didn’t deserve the punishment,” your husband corrected, making you raise a brow. “Is that what we’re doing now? My punishment was too harsh?”

“Wo de jiānjin bèi kuadàle.”

(My imprisonment was exaggerated.)

“Certe, si tortura et mutilatio in categoriam exaggerationis cadunt,” you snapped.

(Sure, if torture and mutilation fall into the category of exaggeration.)

“Wó de cuòwù nándào bù yìng gãi shòudào zhèyàng de chéngfá ma?” He narrowed his eyes, uncaring of the rise in tension in the room.

(Shouldn't my mistake be punished in this way?)

“Noli mihi id dare.”

(Don’t give me that.)

“Wó suo Jinglì de yiqiè dõu shì wo zìji xíngwéi de hòuguo,” he held up a hand before you could protest. “Quod tibi accidit, crudelitas appellatur.”

(What happened to me was the consequences of my own actions.)(What’s happening to you is called cruelty.)

“You know I hate it cum te ipsum sic abicias.” You sighed, sitting up from the counter. In the corner of your eye, you could see your son and his friend’s retreating steps, no longer wanting to be witness to your disagreement.

(When you dismiss yourself like that.)

The two of you went silent, refusing to meet the other’s eyes. It was heavy and weighing down on your shoulders, making you take deep breaths before going to hold his hand, kissing his knuckles.

“Stop acting like your pain doesn’t exist,” you whispered, “please, love. You want justice for me and Dan Heng, but all of it is out the window when it comes to you.”

“What I did—“ he tried, only to be interrupted, “— Didn’t deserve what happened to you. Nothing could ever justify what happened to you.”

He swallowed, reluctantly slipping his hand from yours, “Enough about me. We have to figure out how to deal with your contract.” Of course he’d change the topic, of course he’d refuse to acknowledge the pain.

Still, you went with it anyway, shaking your head and drying off the newly cleaned dishes.

Although, Stelle came back down the stairs, poking her head down and walking towards you both, “If it helps, I know some people from the Strategic Investment department. I could put a word in for you.”

Oh. Oh, that was… “Thank you,” you set a hand on her shoulder, “your effort is appreciated but I doubt you’d be able to do much for me.”

“I’d rather try and fail than not do anything.” Her conviction definitely reminded you of a certain someone, “So, I’m going to talk to them, regardless of what you say.” She was completely determined and satisfied with herself, throwing you a salute and sprinting right up the stairs.

You glanced at Dan Feng.

“She’s good for him,” he mumbled absentmindedly. “You don’t see a lot of ambition like that nowadays.”

“You’re not just saying this because she wants to help, right?”

“No,” he put up the last dish. “You saw how she and Dan Heng interacted, he cares about her. Deeply.”

“He cares about that pink girl.”

“Yes, but there’s something different with the other one.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling, kissing his cheek, “you would know, wouldn’t you?” He blushed, making you laugh even more, “Hush.”

A/N: Oh yeah! A little modern-ish AU. This is definitely going to revolve around you, Dan Feng, and Dan Heng being a family and all, and prolly try to mix the lore elements with the AU. Idk how it’s gonna go tho, lol. And yes, I used Google Translate. I’m sorry. Punch me. Comments/ideas are appreciated!

[luimagines]

Heya 👋🤠

An idea popped in my head😍

What if... Mother! Reader like this mf is like the one who just birthed the newest member of the chain, lil bro is literally an 3 day old baby and Ganondorf's already at his ass like sending hundreds of monsters at them, mother!reader got no choice but to run away cause no ones willing to help them and while running she accidentally spotted the portal but with desperation she just fr jumped in there not knowing whats on the other side worst part is the portal disappeared after she jumped in, how'd you think the chain would react to the mother and son infront of them?👁️👁️

🪼 anon

I think every chain member is going to protect her (and the baby) at all costs.

They had joked about fighting a baby from the cradle but this is another mess entirely. One that no one should have to go through.

When mama says that he baby is named Link, well.... let's just say that someone should have probably covered some ears as the air turned blue.

Mama is treated with the upmost priority.

An absolute queen.

Instantly gains a whole squad ready to defend her until their dying breath.

(Poor thing is still recovering you know. They have to be gentle with her too.)

[readingfromdarkness]

Devil's music

Insperation from @its-lemonysnicket-here, Oc Dimitri and the Demonic Space Eldritch Mom is belong to them, Overlord is not but the fanfic idea is theirs and give me bit of an insperation on making this

I'm going to add in a personal Maid, a cat name Gibby and Nibby, a legit talking cat, and some 1920 and 1940 of jazz and cloths will be added

Maybe some possible Spoilers in season 4

It's a rare lazy night for the dark lady (yn), mother of now scorcer king Ainz of the scorcer kingdom, other then the queens gale and the little cabin near carn village, she has a secret room that is in the gale that only her and her son could get in and anyone else who manages to find would end in a date worse then death and a new puppet for the Space Demon maid

A cat that reminds and crated to look like her childhood pet and a similar name of a animation studio that she liked while growing up, dressing up in a long black gown and a veil covering her skeleton part of her face with her hair tied back and held onto place with some old fashioned jewlery that is a tiffany 1920 party hairpin and a lone louis vuitton 1940 party black velvet party dress along with a match pair of gloves

Something that she dream of to own but too damn exspensive because of the name the cloths and accessory is cost, but now she in this new world she can have one

sometimes it's nice when there is a time when she liked to dressed up for the night even if back then it just eating at home or for fun, remembering where she have this one pretty blue dress with yellow and greed flowers at the bottom of the dress, her husband dressed in his most nice's button shirt and the two dance in the living room with soft music echos

Wiping her eyes as tears fall down, not wanting her talking cat maid who comes in to her mistress

" My Lady what would you like to eat for the night? "

The void demon look at her cat maid who is sitting on one of the tables with their wide orange eyes look at her with devotion

With a smile she shook her head

" No thank you but I would like you to call in my son so I can talk to him with some matters if you don't mind? "

" sure will my lady! "

The cat hop off and head on out to get her son, curious as she rarely asked for something liked that in that pussific room

The cat maid have similar ranking as the floor guardians but she quite weak compare to them with the disadvantage of the light karma with some dark magic that requires alot of her Mana and a long period of time to recover said Mana she lost, as the black found Demiurge

" Hello Lord Demiurge, have you seen master Ain z? "

The demon looked down at the cat, with his usual smile he have yet respect the small maid as she is the personal Maid of what he could view the grate mother of the supreme ruler

" hello Miss Gibbstion, I have as he in his office doing work, mind if I asked what has Lady (yn) asked for? "

" she asked her son to be summon in the star room " she said smiling

Demiurge taken back, as the queen gaile is only invitation you can enter, but for the Star room one of two of Lady (yn) cats have to come personally inorder to come in that room

" how inquiry, but that is not my business to asked more "

" yes, till next time lord Demiurge, I don't want my lady to wait longer as it should have "

The demon nods in understanding manner and let the cat hurry in to the Lord and supreme ruler of nazuric Ainz Opal Gown, The Son of The Mother of Cosmic

The last part is base how the followers of the church of the starts called her, quite amusing to the cat maid thinks as she soon reached the door and scratch since they have no thumbs to open the door; the maid of the day opens and now in respect to the cat since the cat is a higher ranking then the hiumunculcs maid

Ainz look up from his work and asked to the black cat

" what is it Gibby? Has my mother been well? "

Gibby bow her head in respect to the supreme one

" hello Lord Ainz, your mother asked me to tell you to come to the Star Room to discuss something that she wanted to tell you in private"

" has she? "

He taken aback as that room is very private area in the tomb that it's a room that his mother built on her own before being stuck in the game

" when dose she need me? "

" lady (yn) asked as soon as possible as long as you are not busy, in required of the message here a teleportation gem if you are finished with your task, just brake it "

Gibby said the instructions before bowing and leaving the room

After awhile he did finished on what he was working on and that is the training between his mother cults followers and the empire about recorses that is needed to be deployed

Braking the gem he instantly teleported in The Star room as his mother looked to breaded quite nice and having some sweets while waiting

" hello my son "

" mother, what is it that you need? "

The two cats leaves the room quickly and quietly so they wind disturb their conversation, as Ainz sat on a chair that is the other side of the table across from his mother who he love dearly

" I was wondering if there is a chance of we could spend time together? You've been busy as of late and wanted to know "

He looked at her, even in this new world there is respoibility yet she still worry for him

" we could, perhaps for another few days "

She give him a small smile behind her lower jew vail that cover her fleshless jaw

" then I will wait "

They both talk together peacefully, but this time they both have this air of peace and also talking about things about the new world

[moonvis]

At first sight

Ship: Tom Holland x young mom! reader

Summary: You bring your little son to meet his hero, spiderman. When you meet the man yourself, romance sparks between the two of you.

Request: “hey, i had this idea for a blurb (maybe two parts, it doesn’t matter) you have a kid and he is a big fan of spiderman so you go to an event from the brothers trust to meet ‘spiderman’ (actually tom) you can fill in the rest yourself but it just ends in a relationship with tom.” By @sweartomendes​/ @peterspideysense​

Warnings: mostly fluff

Words: 2k

Note: This is the first request I answer in a while, and it feels good to get back into writing! Well, I hope you like it. 😊

MASTERLIST

Five years ago, you found your world crashing down. Unexpected, you ended up pregnant with your now five-year-old son. Back then you felt too young to be a mother since you had just graduated, including the father of your son didn’t want anything to do with you anymore. It was terrible for you, but luckily you had your mother by your side, helping you along the way. Today, you couldn’t possibly love or be prouder of your little son, Alexander.

Alexander had always lots of interest and loved to play with literally anything, but when you introduced him to the world of superheroes, he stuck to that. Even if he was very young you did let him watch some scenes of superhero movies on YouTube, but not the scary scenes of course. You introduced him to comic books, even though he only looked at the pictures, and even got him lots of action figures. Technically he was obsessed with all kinds of heroes by this point, but still, there was one superhero he looked up to more than anyone. Spiderman.

He would ramble on about how cool spiderman was, swinging from building to building. The way spiderman threw his webs was fascinating, how he could climb was so cool, and how he took out enemies with just spiderweb, amazing! He always carried around his little spiderman figure, wanting to one day be able to save people in such a cool way too.

One day, of all the worlds coincidences, you stumbled upon a competition connecting to The Brothers Trust. You could pay to join a meet and greet with spiderman himself, and all the money would go to the organisation. One of the buyers would also win a VIP ticket to actually hang out with Tom on set, behind the filming of an upcoming Spiderman film. To your insane luck, you won the VIP ticket and just had to bring your son. You would never had guessed the meeting with Tom Holland would lead to something great for you too though.

-at the meet and greet-

Finally, after what felt like forever, it was about to be your turn to meet Tom.

“Are you ready buddy? We’re up next.” You looked down and asked your over exited son.

Alexander couldn’t stand still, he was jumping around in circles, making you giggle. “Yes, yes! Yes!”

You laughed at the sight of him, feeling more than happy yourself. It’s a great feeling for any mother to see their kid happy. This was one of those times you just couldn’t not smile.

“Alright bud, it’s our turn.” You told Alexander as a man signalised for you to follow him.

To your surprise, Alexander stopped jumping and went silent as he ran over to your side. He took hold of your hand tightly. Seems like he suddenly got nervous.

“It’s alright Alex,” You smiled down at him. “It’s going to be a lot of fun!”

“Alright.” Alexander smiled with a pleased smile; a bit more confident now that you walked by his side.

Finally, you arrived to where Tom was waiting for the two of you. The last of the meet and greet waiting line. Since you were the lucky VIP winners, the two of you had to go last. That wasn’t a problem though, it was definitely worth the wait.

 Tom got up from his chair and met the two of you. He immediately reached out his hand to greet you, but you didn’t pick up on what was going on at first. You were actually staring at the man, admiring his handsome looks. You had no idea what was wrong with you, but your son had to snap you out of it.

“Mom!” Alexander shook your hand harshly, getting you back into reality quickly.

“Oh, sorry!” You laughed awkwardly, hoping Tom didn’t notice your staring. (He noticed pretty easily but kept quiet about it)

“Nice to meet you.” Tom tried once more, giving you a lovely smile as he reached out his hand for you to shake.

“You too.” You greeted back before letting out a breath of relief.

After greeting you, Tom bowed down to get the same height as your son.

“Hi there, buddy… Alexander?” Tom greeted and read your son’s name on a nameplate he had on.

“How do you know my name?!” Alexander asked surprised, forgetting all about his nameplate due to his excitement.

“I used my superpowers of course!” Tom explained as if it should’ve been obvious, but not in mockingly way of course.

You adored the sight in front of you, quite pleased with yourself for bringing your 5-year-old son to meet his superhero.

“Cool!” Alexander jumped with excitement again, but this time he launched forward.

Alexander fell into the embrace of Tom Holland, getting a great hug in return. With that, Tom lifted up Alexander and looked at you.

“Shall we go take a picture?”

“Do you wanna take a picture with Spiderman, buddy?” You turned your head to Alexander.

“Yeah!”

The three of you – Tom still carrying Alexander – walked over to the photoshoot layout. You didn’t walk in front of the camera though, thinking Alexander didn’t want his mother in the picture – but you were wrong. Alexander shook himself loose from Tom’s arms and went to drag you in front of the camera. You were surprised, but it made your heart melt.

You let your eyes meet Tom with an excused look, gaining a sweet smile back with his head tilted. The way he looked at you – and Alexander – had so much more care in it than what Alexander’s real dad ever gave. You could have sworn you blushed right there.

As you all stood in place, Alexander got to stand in the middle.

“Do the hand thing, the hand thing!” Alexander asked, or more like demanded as the photos were taken.

Alexander, you, and Tom reached out one of your arms and did the Spiderman hand pose. You had literally never imagined it would be possible to ever see your son this excited and happy.

 Anyways after the photos had been taken, it was time to start the day and have some fun with Spiderman. Throughout the day, Alexander got to meet Tom’s family, he got to see Tom do ‘lots of cool tricks’, he got to ramble on about superheroes with his own hero, and so on. All in all, it was an amazing day for a five-year-old kid.

At the end of the day, you found yourself sitting around a table alone with Tom, with your son half asleep on your lap. It had been a fun but exhausting day to say the least.

“Looks like he’s all out.” Tom commented on the sight of your sleeping son.

“Sure is. He’s had the best day ever I bet.” You looked up from your son and connected eyes with Tom. “Thank you so much for making him so happy.”

Tom calmly nodded and gave you a soft smile. There was something about the look he gave you, as if he cared about the two of you. Such a kind-hearted guy.

“Kinda helps having a superhero to look up too when his dad isn’t around, you know?” You commented without thinking.

Damn it, Y/n! Did you have to mention that part, about his father? You cursed to yourself, not noticing the concerned look in Tom’s eyes. He didn’t really know you, but what you just mentioned caught his attention. You’re about his age, have a five-year-old kid who don’t have a father around? That means… Would it be rude to ask you about it?

“Oh” Was all Tom responded, immediately catching your attention.

“Oh, sorry that wasn’t- I didn’t have to tell you-” You started to ramble, when Tom chuckled sweetly.

“It’s okay. I-I don’t mind.” He scratched the back of his neck. “If you want to talk about it, I’ll listen.”

You were surprised by his response but felt more comfortable talking to him already. He actually wanted to listen to you? You’re just you. He’s TOM HOLLAND. Oh, well, why not.

“Well, uhm, I’ll make it shot.” You chuckled awkwardly.

Tom kept silent and kept his eyes glued to you. Wow, he really did want to listen.

You sighed and started telling him about your son’s dumb father. “…And then he didn’t want anything to do with me anymore, and I had to take care of Alexander on my own. It’s alright now though.”

“Wow, Y/n-” Tom nodded and processed every word you had to say. “I’m glad you trusted me to know this, and also, I’m sorry about what happened.”

You laughed quietly. “Of course, but it’s all good now. Alexander have Spiderman- you to look up to now.”

Tom blushed lightly, feeling a strange feeling inside. He couldn’t directly put his words at it, but there was something about you that made him want to spend more time with you. Tom liked the vibe you gave, your smile, your appearance, how good of a mother you seemed to be- Was he starting to fall for you? No, no way… you just met.

“And you.” Tom complimented back, giving you the loveliest look.

You blinked for a few seconds “What-”

“He has been wanting you to join everything we do today.” Tom explained, making you blush as he went on. ”He seems to love you a whole lot. Seems like you’re the real hero, to me.”

“Haha-ha.” You reacted kind of awkwardly, wondering how your conversation came to this. “Thank you.”

The two of you shared a moment of silence, just looking at each other with a smile. It wasn’t even awkward anymore. The moment was suddenly interrupted though by your son who partly woke up, signalising he wanted to go home. You agreed it was time to leave, but a part of you didn’t want too. You felt like you hadn’t got to spend enough time with Tom – which was wrong of you because you actually got a whole day more than all the other meet & greet fans.

“I guess it’s time to head home.” You excused yourself and lifted up Alexander as you got up from your seat.

“Yes, of course.” Tom said with more energy than a few minutes ago. “I’ll show you the way to the exit.”

“Thank you.”

While Tom lead you towards the exit, passing some guards and other workers on the set, a part of him felt hesitant. He knew that when you left through that door – he would never be able to talk to you again. That, for some reason, bothered him.

When it came to you, a part of you felt the same way as Tom did. You would never dare telling him about it though. Never would you be that bold person to ask a famous actor to meet up again. Never! But then again, you didn’t have to because…

“Hey, Y/n, before you two leave-” Tom stopped in his tracks, even though you hadn’t reached the exit quite yet.

The man turned around and looked utterly nervous as he cleared his throat. You had no idea what he was about to ask you, so you just looked at him surprised.  

“Oh, uhm, yes?” You asked as a pure questionmark, holding your sleepy son in your arms.

Tom froze when you stopped and looked at him, but knew he had to act right away if he ever wanted to see you again.

“So, I was thinking- or- I really enjoyed spending time with you and Alexander and was wondering-” Tom took a deep breath. “If you wanted to meet up again, tomorrow maybe, when I’m off work?”

You blushed deeply, but a huge smile grew on your face. “Yeah, that sounds like fun!”

“Really? I mean, great.” Tom breathed out and found his phone. “I’ll give you my number.”

“Sure, I’ll find my phone.” You fiddled with your left hand as you held Alexander with your other.

You found your phone, both of you exchanged numbers, and felt a relief. You knew you couldn’t leave this place without knowing if you would ever see Tom again. Tom on the other hand, now knew that - love at first sight was possible.

And with that, you left the building and got inside your car, with the best feeling you had felt in a while.

“Mummy?” Alexander said from the backseat.

“Yes darling?” You looked in the front mirror to see your son.

“Will I ever meet Spiderman again?”

“I think you just might” You said with a smirk on your lips and drove away.

THE END

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In this life — Back and forth

Husband! Dan Feng x Wife! Reader x Son! Dan Heng

Implied DanStelle

When Dan Heng and Stelle start connecting the dots. You and Dan Feng have some time alone.

Warnings: Suggestive, mentions of murder/homicide/assassination, arson, riot starting, death penalty, mentions of prison (for adult and minor)

Part one - Part two

“You’re absolutely sure about this?” Dan Heng asked as he and Stelle walked across the street, quickly taking her hand and pulling her towards him when a car decided to speed through the red light. “You think they’ll listen to you?”

“I know they will.” She told him, rushing ahead towards the corporate building. The letters blaring brightly, I. P. C.

The young woman had told him that she wanted to help his mom in any way possible, which included talking to one of the head executives in the IPC. The Ten Stonehearts, they called themselves, and she was in cahoots with at least three of them. Somehow.

Dan Heng learned long ago not to ask how.

“I’d like to remind you that they’re more focused on profits rather than their employees at the lowest level.” He told her, stopping in front of the large glass doors. Everything about the place screamed ‘lifeless,’ and he wondered how you could even stand to be near it for so long.

“Yeah, it’s a gamble.” She shrugged, “That’s why we’ll talk to Aventurine. He’s all about that stuff.”

He sighed, “And if it doesn’t work?”

“Then we’ll talk to somebody else.”

“And if that doesn’t work?”

“Then we’ll find another way.” Stelle crossed her arms, “You sound like you’re against this.”

“Because there’s too many anomalies to consider here.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, “My mother isn’t the saint you make her out to be, they constantly hold her criminal records over her head, that’s why she works as long as she does. You can’t go up to Aventurine and say, ‘Hey, I like this woman. I don’t like the way you’re treating her so you should stop making her work for you.’”

Stelle pursed her lips, her golden eyes averted from his pale green ones. He groaned, “You were going to do that, weren’t you?”

“I mean, it was going to be worded differently—“

“Stelle, xiǎng dōu bié xiǎng.”

(don’t even think about it)

“I got this! I won’t say it exactly like that.” She stepped forward, poking at the furrow between his brows, “Just trust me.”

“I do trust you.” He held her wrist, “But you’re going into this clueless and ignorant. You’ll do more harm than good.”

“Have some faith and let me work my magic!”

Aventurine cackled at her words as she sat across from him at his desk, a pout on her face. “Quit laughing at me.”

“Sorry! I’m sorry, it’s not funny, but it is!” He snorted and shook his head, “I’m so glad you came to me with this. This is hilarious.”

“It’s a valid complaint!” Stelle threw her arms up, “Do you even know how much you’re hurting the woman? She doesn’t deserve that!”

“No?” The executive smiled, opening one of his drawers and digging out a file with your name on it. He handed it over, sitting back and intertwining his fingers, “She may have changed now, but it doesn’t erase the crimes she’s committed.”

Stelle swallowed as she looked through the papers, her eyes widening at your mugshot and the description of your crimes:

Incentivized a riot to destroy a major IPC building.

Identity fraud.

Trespassing.

Breaking into prison.

Arson.

Assassination of a council official.

Homicide.

Second degree murder.

“And that’s not even all of it.” Aventurine shook his head, handing another folder to her. She took it, her eyes widening even further, “Dan Feng?”

“What, you think he was innocent too? Hardly. Even though it wasn’t in our jurisdiction, he caused quite the ruckus in the city.” The man stood, wiping invisible dirt off his nice suit. “At most, that’s an overview. I’d ask Jing Yuan about the official list.”

The woman skimmed his crimes, a gasp escaping her lips, “He was on death row?”

“Only by the grace of the aeon’s did Jing Yuan manage to convince the councilmen of the Lufou not to kill him.” He pointed to the file, “Though he was exiled and jailed with Dan Heng for the longest time.”

“Dan Heng?” She stared in confusion, “But this says… I don’t understand— he was a kid when he was jailed.”

“Again, it wasn’t in my jurisdiction.” Aventurine shrugged, and then sighed at her face, “Look, I’m not the right person to go to for this. Whatever those two did falls under the Lufou laws, they just gave her to us and kept Dan Feng for themselves. It wasn’t like I was in agreement either.”

Stelle sighed at her lack of satisfaction with the information— and folders— presented to her. She stood, tucking them underneath her arms, “I guess we’ll work with what we have.” The stoneheart shook his head, “Which is hardly anything. Good luck, you’re going to need it.

The woman exited the building with a drafted slump of her shoulders, handing the yellow folders to Dan Heng when he approached. “How did it go? He didn’t give you a hard time, did he?” The man asked, eyes shifting from the folders to the grey haired woman.

“I…” she tried to form the words, “I mean, not great. It’s really— really not great. At all. You didn’t tell me you went to jail, by the way.”

“Gāisǐ de. Prison,” he corrected, “And—“

(Damn it.)

“Blah, blah. You don’t have to tell me, that’s your business. But just know that it’s a whole lot harder to convince the IPC to let the contract your mom has go because of her crimes.” She pointed to your file, “Honestly, I see why you don’t talk about them much.”

“Yeah.” Dan Heng sighed, putting both folders in his bag. “They’re…. Tāmen kěnéng hěn nán duìfù.” He looked around, working out a plan in his mind, and then pointing down the street, “Let’s go to the cafe. We can grab a drink and figure out what to do next.”

(They can be a handful.)

“Boba!” Stelle all but skipped towards the crosswalk, hacking when she got tugged backwards by her collar. “Yes,” he told her, “I’ll buy you boba, Qīn'ài de. Just try not to get hit by cars in the meantime.”

(Love/honey)

The two went towards the calm cafe on the corner, the bell dinging above. The gray haired woman dashed towards an open booth near the window, settling in the seat as she waited for Dan Heng to get their drinks. It didn’t take long, thankfully. She grinned happily when he set her cup in front of her and sat down on the other side of the seat.

“Now.” He laid the folders down on the table, “What did Aventurine explain to you.”

Stelle took a sip and answered, putting her finger on top of your folder, “Lots of crimes the IPC didn’t like.” Then to his father’s, “Lots of crimes the Lufou didn’t like.”

Dan Heng sputtered, yet couldn’t argue, “A gross oversimplification, but yes. Essentially.”

“The way it sounds on paper makes it seem like your mom deserved it.” She mumbled, “Which doesn’t make sense ‘cause your mom is, like, the sweetest woman I’ve ever met in my life. I don’t understand.”

“I know, it sounds like it doesn’t add up.” He ran a hand through his hair, “But… Wǒ gāi rúhé biǎodá ní…?” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, “From what my mom told me, she was a representative for the Lufou when she was younger. A liaison, if you will. During that time, she met some friends as well as my dad, and they got close.”

(How do I put this?)

“Super romantic.”

“Dāngrán, làngmàn.” He shook his head, “My dad did something that upset the people here in the Lufou. The councilmen which we call preceptors.”

(Sure, romantic.)

“But doesn’t preceptors mean mentor?” Stelle tiled her head. “Yes,” he nearly smiled at the fact she remembered him telling her about it years past, but fixed his face, “they were my dad’s mentors slash council. Anyways, whatever he did upset them.”

“Which was?”

“I don’t know. All the preceptors told me it was it was a horrific crime that was enough to earn him the death penalty.”

“Oh shit.”

Dan Heng continued, “But I guess my mom got word of this and she was angry. Furious, from what I hear. So she decided to yúchǔn de intervene with the whole process, which went against whatever policies the IPC had for her at the time.”

(Stupidly/foolishly)

“So the crimes here,” she pointed to your folder, “was her defending your dad.”

“Yes.”

“Damn.” She blinked, sipping her boba again. “If my love isn’t like that I don’t want it.”

“Wǒ jiùshì zhèyàng.” He grumbled. Stelle stared at him, “hm?”

(I am like that.)

“Nothing. But yes, what you said is correct. Whatever my mom did was for my dad, which lead to her getting in trouble with the IPC.”

“And whatever big crime your dad did led to him getting in trouble with the Lufou, which resulted in you getting in trouble too because you’re related to him.”

“Yes.”

Stelle groaned, “That’s a lot.”

“I know, but you got the gist of it.” Dan Heng patted her head, his eyes softening when she leaned into his hand. “It’s going to be so hard to defend your mom,” she whined.”

“Wǒ zhīdào. We have to try somehow.”

(I know.)

She sat up, “Of course we’re going to try! We’re going to keep trying until she’s freed from that contract!” She announced, and then whispered, “What’s her contract?”

“She’s basically a labor slave.” He explained in the simplest terms.

“We’re going to free your mom!”

“Keep your voice down, Qīn'ài de.”

(Love/honey)

“Hey,” You walked into Dan Feng’s office, holding a hot cup of his favorite tea and setting it down on his desk. “Still working?”

“I am.” He didn’t look up as he wrote, completely focused on whatever was on the page. You didn’t mind his lack of attention, you knew how he was when he got focused. In a flow state, as Dan Heng and his friends would call it. Did you even use that term correctly?

You leaned over him, setting your chin on his head. He finished up the sentence and addressed you, “What are you doing?”

“Watching you work.”

“While your bony chin is on me?”

“It’s not bony.” You laughed, leaning down to kiss his cheek, “Introire volui ut tibi gratias agerem.”

(I wanted to come in to say thank you.)

“For what?” Dan Feng turned his head, holding your chin to kiss you properly. “For helping me the other night,” you mumbled against his lips. All he did was huff, breaking away and narrowing his eyes, “It was the least I could do, Qīn'ài de. I’m supposed to take care of you.”

“Don’t give me the decentia fundamentalis est talk. That was special and you know it.”

(It’s basic decency)

“The bar is in hell.” Dan Feng stood, setting his pen in the jar and grabbing your hand. You willingly followed, pouting the entire time he led you down the stairs. “You’ve been watching too many of those documentaries with awful spouses.”

“They’re interesting!” You went towards the bubbling pot of food on the stove, turning off the heat and setting it on another burner to cool. Dan Feng came behind you to grab the plates, “They set an awful standard.”

“I don’t think of you as an awful husband at all,” you reassured. “Interdum dulcis esse potes.”

(You can be sweet sometimes.)

“Yǒushí?” He raised a brow, grabbing a utensil from the drawer to pile your plate, “Why sometimes?”

(Sometimes?)

“Because you’re mean most of the time.”

“Nǐ dà bùfèn shíjiān dōu xiàng gè háizǐ.”

(You act like a child most of the time.)

“You’re proving my point!” You watched as he rolled his eyes, strode over, and kiss your jaw like that was going to fix it. “Kisses doesn’t help.”

“Wǒ cóng méi shuōguò huì zhèyàng.” He set your plate on the table while you made his. “I just wanted to kiss you.”

(Never said it was going to.)

“O, quam dulce. Visne stellam auream?” You asked sarcastically, yelping when he threw a fork in your direction. “Rude!”

(Oh, how sweet. Do you want a gold star?)

“Wǒ zhīdào nǐ huì duǒ kāi.” He gave you that awfully smug smile.

(I knew you would avoid it.)

“Mendax! Me excaecare potuisses nisi me effugerem.” You handed him his plate while he sat down, “Nà wánquán shì nǐ de cuò.”

(Liar! You could’ve blinded me if I didn’t dodge!) (That would be entirely your fault.)

“Remember when you said the bar was in hell?” You shot back, scoffing when he chuckled. He hummed in approval at the food, nodding towards you, “It’s good.”

“Mhm.” You gazed at him and looked back at his plate, “Aliquid diversum cum condimento temptavi. Paulo dubius eram.”

(I tried something different with the seasoning. I was a little hesitant about it.)

“Should’ve added more of that.” He pointed to the bottle you used, “It brings out the flavor better.”

“Notandum.”

(Noted.)

The two of you ate in relative silence, finding no need to fill it. Not even when you started to clean the kitchen, only starting up the conversation again when you dried and put away the last dish.

“You want to go on a date later this week?”

Dan Feng raised a brow. It wasn’t often you went on dates, mostly because you were too busy. And you’d sleep during your rare free days. “Are you sure?” He asked carefully, “Nǐ yǒu zúgòu de jīnglì ma?”

(Will you have the energy?)

“So what if I don’t?” You shrugged. “We haven’t been on one in… in ages.” You sighed, your brows pinching in that guilty expression, “Iam annis nihil pulchrum agere potuimus.”

(We haven’t been able to do anything nice for years now.)

“Don’t—“ he grunted, holding your hand, “Don’t do that. You know it’s not your fault.”

“I know.” You kissed his palm, “Scio. You tell me every time that it’s not.”

(I know.)

“And I’m right.”

“But I just— I want to do something with you. I want to spend time with you like we used to,” you explained. You missed the time you used to spend with him in the Lufou. When you two would wander around the city, going to different buildings, exploring as you would, dodging the preceptors as best as you can. Okay, maybe not that last part. But still.

“I don’t expect you to do any of that stuff.” He sighed, his eyes softening at your every word. “It’s… we can’t go back to doing what we used to. It sucks. Wǒ zhīdào quèshí rúcǐ, yīnwèi wǒ yě hěn tǎoyàn tā.”

(I know it does because I hate it too.)

“You should expect me to do that.” Your throat bobbed, “You should expect me to—“

“I don’t expect anything from you.” Dan Feng interrupted, “Qīn'ài de, wǒ yǐjīng hěnjiǔ méiyǒu duì nǐ bào yǒu rènhé qīwàngle. It sounds awful but it’s true.”

(I haven’t expected anything from you for a long time, my love.)

“Deliciae meae…”

(My darling…)

“With everything that’s happened, I can’t expect anything good. I can’t anticipate anything good happening when I know it’s never going to.” He held your cheek, “I’ve stopped hoping a long time ago, my heart, because at least I can’t be disappointed anymore.”

You went quiet at his words, your heart aching in your chest. It was like it was folding in on itself, aching in a way to feel what he felt. To understand him. And you did, deep down. You can understand why he thinks the way he does. It hurts, but you couldn’t fault him for it.

“Bié dānxīn.” He told you, both his hands holding your face, “I don’t want you to worry about it anymore. Whatever happens, happens. If you want to try to go on that date… then we’ll see.”

(Don’t worry about it.)

“We’ll see,” you echoed ruefully. Your husband sighed, pulling you in to kiss your forehead, your cheeks, then your nose. “Nàixīn tīng wǒ shuō.”

(Bear with me.)

“Conabor.”

(I’ll try.)

“That’s all I want.” He gave you a small smile, kissing you again to ease your worries. His lips didn’t ease them entirely, but you managed to push them in the back of your mind in order to focus completely on him.

You held Dan Feng’s waist as you kissed him, slow at first. Something soft and tender between you as his hands gently raked through your hair; only getting heated when he started tugging. You fully returned the favor, lifting him up onto the counter and letting his legs set on either side of your hips.

The kiss never stopped. It grew heated, wanting, as he held to your clothes like you’d disappear. You weren’t any better, you grabbed his thighs just to make sure it left a mark for you to admire tomorrow.

“Tāndéwúyàn.” He mumbled, leaning forward to chase your lips when you tried to pull away.

(Insatiable.)

“Avarus.” You huffed, meeting his lips again, and again, and again. Barely pulling away for air before you left him breathless.

(Greedy.)

He moaned against your mouth, letting you open yours as his tongue invaded. Tracing every part of the cavern, his hands holding each side of your neck to keep you still and close to him. You weren’t any better, letting him do so and pulling him far enough off the counter he would either fall or latch onto you like a koala.

“Me interficere conarisne?” You managed to get out.

(Are you trying to kill me?)

“If I wanted to kill you—“ he huffed when he nipped at your bottom lip, making you gasp, “— you’d already be dead.”

“Nonne id solatium est?”

(Isn’t that comforting?)

He locked his ankles around your ass so you wouldn’t be able to pull away, “You’re being very disrespectful.” He groaned when you broke apart in favor of kissing down his neck, not yet leaving mark. That was for another room. “Imprudens?” You grunted when he roughly pulled at your hair, making you look at him with a glare, “Capillos mihi avulsurus es.”

(Disrespectful?) (You’re going to tear out my hair.)

“Fǎnzhèng nǐ xǐhuān, nà yòu yǒu shé me guānxì ne?” He teased, pulling again. You inhaled sharply, your nails digging into his skin, “Stop that.”

(You love it anyways, so what does it matter?)

“Huòzhě shénme?” He countered.

(Or what?)

“Non dabo tibi quod vis.”

(I won’t give you what you want.)

“I take what I want from you because you give it to me anyway.” He narrowed his eyes, pulling you impossibly closer, “Don’t act like you’re the one in control here. I let you do the things you do.”

“ius.” You scoffed, purposefully biting at his neck. He yelped, smacking your shoulder, “Bastard—“

(Right.)

“Gratias mihi agere debeo quod gemitum tuum audire me permisisti?” You raised a brow, “Or when you let me hold you down? Hm?” Oh ho. Two can play this game of dirty talk.

(Should I be thankful you let me hear you moan?)

“Nǐ yīnggāi qìngxìng wǒ hái néng fāchū shēngyīn.” He snarled.

(You should be thankful I’m making a sound at all.)

“Non puto te intellegere quam clamosus sis.”

(I don’t think you realize how loud you are.)

“Wǒ juédé nǐ bìng bù liǎojiě wǒ wèi nǐ fùchūle duōshǎo nǔlì.”

(I don't think you understand how much pr a performance I've put on for you.)

“You are the most infuriatingly stubborn man I have ever met.” You rolled your eyes, even when he kissed you hard enough to clack your teeth together. It hurt, actually, but you weren’t about to back down. “You married me. Zhīhòu de yīqiè dōu shì nǐ de cuò.”

(Everything that followed was your fault.)

“You coerced me.” You grumbled, “Extortus sum.”

(I was blackmailed.)

“Nà shíhòu nǐ zài wǒ miànqián lián yījù wánzhěng dehuà dōu shuō bu chūlái.” It was his turn to roll his eyes, his hands moving down from your hair to your shoulders, then your arms. “You were head over heels for me.”

(Back then, you couldn't even utter a complete sentence in front of me.)

“Was not.”

“Was too. Yingxing told me.”

“Yingxing was a liar.” You pouted, in utter denial at the fact that, yes, you were head over heels for Dan Feng when you two were younger.

Back then, you could not keep your eyes off the man for the life of you. Not when you’d see him walking down the streets of the city, everything about him capturing your attention and left your mind blank. Hell, you ran into a light pole once because you were completely enamored. It was embarrassing.

“Him?” Your husband laughed in your face, “Jing Yuan I would’ve believed, but not Yingxing. Nǐ yǐqián ràng wǒ juédé hěn kělián, xiànzài yě yīyàng.”

(You were pathetic for me then and you’re pathetic for me now.)

“Says the man who refuses to let me go.” You narrowed your eyes, holding his ankle.

“My point still stands.” He flipped his hair in your face, making you sputter out black strands and the taste of chemicals mixed with maple leaves.

“Your point fell fifteen points ago. It’s in the ground, lotus.”

“Bié zhème jiào wǒ.”

(Don’t call me that.)

“Vocabo te quicquid mihi libebit.”

(I’ll call you whatever I damn well please.)

He blew air into your eyes, making you yelp, “You little bitch—“

“Zài chuángshàng nǐ xiǎng zěnme jiào wǒ dū xíng, zěnme yàng?”

(You can call me whatever you want in bed, how about that?)

“Non poteris id audire cum tecum finiero.” You challenged.

(You won’t be able to hear it once I’m done with you.)

“Please, don’t make promises you can’t keep.” He taunted, holding your shoulders when you lifted him off the counter and carried him all the way to the bedroom, your lips clashing and fighting for dominance the entire way there.

A/N: From now on I’m not translating between languages UNLESS THERES ANOTHER CHARACTER THERE that was awful and tedious and I hated it. If you see mistakes, no you didn’t.

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In this life - The late nights

Husband! Dan Feng x Wife! Reader x Son! Dan Heng

The late nights after getting home. When exhaustion clung like a vine around your neck, with fog clouding your mind, your husband would always be right there by your side.

Rahhhhhh man I really tried to capture that exhaustion + doting partner. I’ve always thought of Dan Feng has someone who gets super caring and loving when he’s alone with his loved ones

Warnings: None

Part one - Part three

You groaned in exhaustion as you walked through the door, running a hand through your ruffled hair, taking off your shoes and setting them against the wall. The house was quiet, the only sounds being the wood settling or the distant mumbles of someone upstairs. You couldn’t tell who, exactly, even though it should’ve been obvious.

Setting your bag down, you collapsed onto the couch. There wasn’t enough energy to climb the stairs, let alone get yourself something to eat. It was late anyway, it was going to disturb someone.

You don’t even remember falling asleep until someone gently shook your shoulder, their voice low and soft.

“My dear?” A man’s voice went in one ear and out the other, “My dear? Wake up.” He sighed at your lack of response, and a warmth was laid on your hands, paired with a gentle yet insistent patting. Weight was on your lap soon enough, “Dear. Wake up.”

You mumbled incoherently, making the effort of opening your heavy eyes and met concerned teal ones instead. Teal ones that seemed to glow in the late night, the ones that held concern and worry for your wellbeing.

Aeons, what time was it?

“There you are.” Dan Feng brushed your hair out of your face, “The couch isn’t the best place to rest, you know. We have a perfectly good bed.”

“Too far…” you rubbed your face, scratching at the dried drool around the corner of your mouth. Were you out that long or were you just that tired? You barely remember what you did earlier that day. “What time is it?”

“Half past midnight.” Your husband helped you clean your face, licking his thumb and rubbing away the dried drool and crusts around your eyes. He stood after a little bit, helping you up as well, “Come. Let’s get you in the bed.”

You followed, dragging your feet behind you, yawning and hobbling up the stairs to your shared room. You were too tired to talk, and he didn’t seem to mind as he began to unbutton your blouse. Sometimes he kissed your jaw and neck just to keep you awake. “Do you need anything?” He asked softly.

Your stomach rumbled, “S’me food.”

Dan Feng hummed in acknowledgment, making you sit down at the bed as he grabbed your pajamas, handing them to you and saying, “I’ll be back.”

You watched as he disappeared out of the room. Tired. You were so tired. You just… needed some time to yourself. To rest and relax. But you were hungry. Starving, dare you say, you had an awful headache. When was the last time you drank water?

Any other questions you might have had were silenced after your husband came back upstairs with a bowl of chicken noodle soup. You had gotten dressed already, standing in the middle of the room like you were trying to remember that you were alive.

He took your hand, sitting next to you on the bed, handing you the bowl and spoon. “It’s hot.” He told you, blowing on the soup to cool it down. He watched as you ate, making sure you wouldn’t vacuum the food like it was your first meal of the day.

He had a feeling this was your first meal of the day, actually. The thought made something ugly twist in his gut.

Dan Feng set his hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing against the skin. It was quiet. Peaceful. Enough to make you fall asleep again, especially with the warmth of the food settling in your stomach. Time passed. You didn’t know how long. You didn’t care, not when your husband took your bowl all the way downstairs, made sure you did your nightly routine, and got you in the bed.

He climbed in right next to you, scooting close enough to wrap his arms around your body. His lips pressed against your head. You wanted to thank him. You wanted to cry. You wanted to hold him and made sure he never let go.

“I’m here.” That was all he whispered. And honestly? That was all you needed.

He was right there. Always. He wasn’t going anywhere. Not anytime soon.

He stroked your hair, keeping your head tucked against his neck, letting you feel his pulse. He breathed deeply, slowly, letting you match his rhythm. Letting you hear every beat, every exhale of air, until it lulled you to sleep.

Dan Heng knocked on the door a few minutes later, waiting a beat before entering, and stopping only when he noticed his mother holding his father like he’d disappear.

“When did she get home?” He asked, walking further into the room. Teal eyes focused only on the second body in the bed, “Half an hour ago. She’s been tired more often than not lately.”

A nod. Then silence followed by shuffling, unsure of what to do. His father had already tidied the room, either by impulse or because you were coming home, it was unclear. “She’s stressed.”

“I know.”

“We should do something.”

“I know.” A sigh. Another kiss to your head.

“Stelle said she can put in a good word.” Dan Heng offered, brows furrowing just like yours would. “We need to consider our options.”

“That’s the worse case scenario.” Dan Feng responded.

“It’s getting to the worse case.” Another sigh, another shuffle, before he exited the room, “Consider it, at least. You can’t keep going like this.”

The door closed.

The silenced that followed was heavy.

A/N: Wowee a continuation? Wild. Totally crazy. Hjmmm. Yeah this is so much shorter, but I wanted feels here. Yup yup.

[luimagines]

Hello I've come to disturb you again 👋🪼

I have to share this with anyone cause otherwise I will go babana's

Mother!reader showers baby Link with the love and attention, she sings ancient lullabies, tells stories of heroes through rhymes and it just like makes a sense of warmth and safety in her embrace.

Baby Link, though too young to know or like understand their circumstances, but feels the genuine love and affection from Mother!Reader nonetheless.

And then chain, just seeing this unique relationship, knowing most of them are motherless and fatherless (lmao), starts to like have an emotional struggle or inner conflict with their own emotions, and like realizing and feeling the absence of an important parental figure in their lives. The chain just having a newfound appreciation for the maternal love they never experienced, creating a bittersweet longing for something they never had but witness in awe through Mother!Reader and baby Link.

😀 < Me fr but in tears

(Oh my god I love putting the little people in my head through something I personally went through 😍, Its me‼️ I'm the chain 🗣️🪳)

All of them would be so fascinated with the baby, wanting to ask all sort of questions.

They all argue over who's the favorite and who's turn it is to hold the baby. Mama Reader would have to remind them that he's her baby. Not theirs. XD

But how can she complain? She gave birth like a week ago and is still sore and tired and now she has to be on the move with this group of teenagers and young men who have way more energy than she can keep up with. The fact that they're all more than willing to give her a needed break is one she is not above taking advantage of.

But Reader's maternal instincts are at an all time high- so all the boys are getting roped into her protective radar.

[ricanwitch]

Prompt: It is your daughter’s birthday, But you aren’t there to celebrate it. Chris tries to reach you, But you don’t answer. Like always.

Warnings: Sadness. All over all sadness..

Genre: I don’t even know.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Chris smiles down at his daughter, Watching as she played with her new toys. Her birthday was tomorrow, And Chris was spoiling her to extremes. He wanted her to know how her birthday was a big deal. Even with you gone. You used to spoil her everyday, Making sure she knew how important she was in both of your lives.

“Daddy! Look! Barbie is going out with the Ken! Can you please be Ken daddy?” His daughter stretched out her chubby hand, A Ken doll in hand.

He smiled and nodded, Wanting to spend as much time with her as possible. Sebastian and Hayley had dropped by earlier, To chill and say hi to the birthday girl. His daughter was moving the barbie around, Making up scenarios and acting them out. She had a big imagination, Just like you did. She was always curious of those around her, Talking to random people and making everyone crack a smile. The first time you brought her into set, He was in a interview, And she ran away when she heard his voice.

She ran into the room, And jumped on him to give him a hug and tons of kisses. He apologized, But they didn’t mind. You were out of view, Smiling and the two of us. You thought he didn’t see you, But he did. When the interview was over, You had showed her to everyone, And everyone immediately fell in love. They had only seen her in pictures and videos, And seeing her in person brought big smiles on their face. Sebastian kept telling her to call him ‘Uncle Sebby’ But she always called him ‘Uncle Seabass’.

Scarlett always wanted to babysit her, And don’t even bring up Carly. She wanted to practically adopt you. She always tried to keep you over, And shower you in hugs and kisses. Dodger always wanted to cuddle with her, And would always sneak into her room just to sleep with her. He would try to be extra sneaky and leave in the morning so no one would notice. But one day he forgot, And we woke up to find Dodger under the covers with her tiny arms wrapped around him.

“Daddy? Daddyyy?”

He broke away from his thoughts, His daughter looking up at him with worried and curious eyes.

“What is it honey?” He cleared his throat, Sitting straight.

“You’re not paying attention! Are you sick? Do you need a doctor?” She sat on his lap, Examining his face.

“No no. Daddy is just feeling out of it that’s all.” He smiled, And kissed her nose to assure her nothing was going on.

“Is it about mommy again?” She spoke in a quiet voice, Knowing the topic was almost forbidden to talk about.

“No no. Don’t worry about anything!” He stood up, Picking her up with him. “It’s time to go to bed. Let’s go to bed now bug”

He walked toward her room, Watching as she looked at him with sad eyes, Understanding fully why her father was acting to weird. He bathed her and made sure her hair was unmatted, Clothing her in her Elsa nightie.

“Good night daddy” She kissed his cheek and he laid her on the bed, Making sure she was comfortable.

“Goodnight honey.” He kissed her forehead, Getting up from the bed and exiting the room.

He made his way toward his room, Closing the room and sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked down at his phone, Scrolling through the contacts. He tapped your name to message you, His other unread messages still there.

‘Hey.. It’s her birthday in two days.. I still hope you could make it. She really misses you. I thought about you all day.. I really hope you can come soon..’

He sent the message, Knowing full well it would not be delivered to you. He made a bold move and decided to call you, Only wanting to hear your voice. Even though you wouldn’t pick up.

“Hey! It’s (Name) here! Looks like I can’t pick up my phone right now. I’ll call you back when I can!”

He sighs and smiles, Happy to hear your voice after so long. He loved the way you could whisper into his ear, If it was sexual or just words of encouragement, He loved it.

He laid on the bed, Too lazy to switch to anything comfortable. You side of the bed was cold. Like it has been for a few years. He still had your perfume, And everything is how you left it. You looked at your side of the bed, Tears burning his eyes. He knew he couldn’t cry, Since you wouldn’t like that. He needed to be strong.

He cleared his throat, Closing his eyes and waiting to see if a pleasent dream would go his way.

He was in the hospital, Holding your hand tightly. You looked worse than you did yesterday. Your eyes looked hollow, and you had bags under your eyes. You have been in a coma for a month. He would clean you and brushed your teeth, Making sure you looked well when you woke up. He would brush your hair, And your daughter would put her toys around the room, Making sure you felt at home.

She would speak to you, And play her toys in your room. Chris would stay after hours with you, Kissing your hand and looking at your beautiful face. Doctors said you wouldn’t make it. That the chances were slim of you waking up. But he didn’t lose hope. He begged the doctors to keep helping you, Making sure you had the best treatment. But.. Even the doctors could do so much.

The day came.. Where he had to pull the plug. He kept begging and begging, But the doctors couldn’t do anything. You had to wake up. You had to! You had to be there for your birthday. For your daughters graduation. For her wedding. You couldn’t just leave without a word! He looked at your still body, Tears falling down his face. The cancer had spread too much. It was the end of the line. Your organs were already shutting down.

Dodger sat at the edge of the bed, Whining and tapping your feet, Expecting you to wake up and scratch his head where he always liked it. Your daughter was at school. He couldn’t let her see this. He can’t let her go through something so hard at such a young age. He said his goodbyes, Taking Dodger out of the room and signing the required papers.

He watched with dead eyes at what the doctors were doing, Sebastian and the others outside the door, Just incase he had an emotional breakdown. He watched as the heart beat monitor slowed down. He watched your chest as your breaths got shallow. He broke down when the heart monitor stopped completely. The haunting sound of the long beeps echoing in his mind. He kneeled on the floor, Hugging his chest and tears falling down his face. The others came inside the room, Asking the doctors for a few minutes alone.

Everyone cried that day. Carly took his daughter for a week and he spent the night at his mother’s house. He cried every night.

He woke up to his alarm, His eyes wet with tears. He has had that same dream for a few weeks now. He hated it. But his daughter was always there to make him feel better. When he looked at his daughter, He thought of you. Of the creation you both created. She looked just like you. She had your eyes and your personality, While she had his hair and small freckles. He took her to school everyday, And made sure she did her homework at 7 every night.

He loved how she would bring home a mother’s day card every year, Telling him how he was her mother and father. She always made drawings of the three of you, And always brought small pieces of food whenever there was a special occasion at school.

He stood up from the bed, Turning off the light from his nightstand he was too lazy to turn off. He took a shower and made breakfast, Making sure everything was ready for the birthday girl. He made her favourite, Which was your favorite too. His daughter woke up with all the clustering he was making, And her eyes immediately lit up. She ran toward him, Hugging him tightly.

That night, Everyone was at his house. Celebrating her birthday. They brought presents and plenty of extra presents. There was a big cake, And they even dressed as their characters. Sebastian as Bucky, Scarlett as Natasha and so on.

She stood in front of the cake, Smiling at everyone as they sang happy birthday to her. He watched her blow the candles, And bend down to give her a kiss on the forehead. He looked back up, And immediately froze. You were standing there. Smiling at him. You blew him a kiss and kissed your daughter’s head. And just like that.. You disappeared.