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summary | there's only one thing lloyd would ever turn soft for in this cruel world: you.
pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader
warnings | lloyd's an asshole at the beginning (so basically canon), lloyd shoots/kills someone (not reader, also canon lol), plenty of cussing, eventual soft!sweet!lloyd like so sweet it's unbearably ooc, hurt/comfort, all these petnames he uses got me :'-( <3
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an | okay okay i know everyone wants smut with this guy but??? i wanted to do something different with my first fic with him, and honestly even though soft!lloyd is hard to imagine, i think when done right, he's just so perfect, i want him all for myself please :'-)
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"Where the fuck is she?"
The harsh booming of his voice as he entered the room had Lloyd's men scrambling to attention in record time. Standing in the doorway with a ruthless expression sprawled across his face, the dark-haired man brought a hand up to run over his mouth as he tapped his foot impatiently, unimpressed at how many moments went by with no verbal answer. "I see," he growled, eyeing the four men who all stood around him anxiously, exchanging glances with one another as they struggled to form words. "Someone better start talking, or I'll start fucking shooting," the boss snapped, placing his other hand on the handgun secured tightly in his belt.
"She's upstairs, recovering," the bravest of the bunch finally offered up, trying to hide the tremble in his voice. "Her wounds have been tended to. I can bring you to her now if you'd like, sir."
Hand falling down from his mouth to his hip, Lloyd nodded, his exasperation clear on his face as he continued to berate, "Okay, and would you like to tell me, Dean- since none of the other idiots in this room decided to bring their fucking voices to work today- what the hell exactly happened during her transport here? And why the absolute fuck I wasn't alerted- immediately?"
Swallowing hard, Dean wrang his hands out behind his back, replying meekly, "I-I... there was an ambush, sir. We lost two men-"
"Well obviously!" Lloyd blurted over him, anger raging in his pale blue eyes as he looked around at the faces before him. "At this rate, I wish they would've killed more of you! Useless fucking- fuck," he cursed, kicking at the leg of a nearby chair. Holding their breaths as they watched him, his men didn't dare respond; by now, they were used to his constant outbursts, knowing the safest thing to do was to just stay silent and still.
Sweat beading on his forehead, Lloyd muttered a few more choice words beneath his breath before smoothing back his hair, regaining his composure slightly as he began speaking again. "Bring me to her. And as soon as I shut those doors in your face, you come straight back here and call in more men. I don't care who you have to call. I don't want a single square foot of uncovered territory within a fucking mile of this building. Do you understand?"
"Yes boss," Dean agreed quickly, beginning to lead Lloyd out of the room before he stopped, turning back to face the remaining three.
"And who exactly was it that left my princess uncovered?" he questioned carefully, his glare powerful enough to burn holes through the agents as they looked at each other nervously. "Surely someone was closest to her, someone should've taken the hit."
"I-It was Mark, sir. Mark was sitting next to her," Dean spoke up from behind the group.
Turning his attention to the shorter redhead, Lloyd smiled with a light sigh, almost a chuckle as he addressed the young man. "Mike. Oh Mike, that's such a shame. You were the least obnoxious of you group of fools." Drawing his gun with a shake of his head, Lloyd showed no hesitation as he planted a bullet in the agent's head, clicking his tongue in satisfaction as the body hit the floor.
Turning back to Dean, he tossed his gun on a nearby couch. "You know the rules, no munitions around my angel," he reminded the men. Every head in the room offered a nod at the boss's words. It was known amongst the entirety of the team that Lloyd's girl didn't like to see him holding any weapons; they were much too scary for her little mind to handle. It was one of many strange features of the couple's relationship that any outsider would probably fail to understand or even believe, but of course, no one on the inside ever questioned it. They knew better.
"Of course, sir," Dean dared to acknowledge, motioning a hand towards the door. "If you'll follow me, she's right this way."
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"She's just down this hallway, sir- last door on the left."
"Good," Lloyd muttered, sticking his hand out in front of the man beside him to stop him as he continued his determined steps forward. "Now get back to work. And try not to fuck it up this time."
Dean didn't need to be told twice, promptly turning around to head back the way they had come. And as Lloyd finished making his way down the hall, from the front view, all physical signs of his aggression disappeared as he prepared himself to step into his other role, his favorite and most important role- a role that only one other person on the planet got to witness firsthand. Stopping at the grand set of doors leading to the bedroom, he ran his hands over his belt and pockets once more, double-checking that he had no traces of his work left on his person. After a final glance back down the hallway to ensure that no one but his intended audience would hear, he reached out and knocked gently against the thick barrier, the simple action the most delicate thing he'd done in weeks.
"Y/n?" he called in, his voice like that of an entirely different man from the monster who just shot an agent minutes earlier downstairs. "My love, are you in there?"
Not hearing any response, Lloyd carefully twisted the door handle, stepping into the room slowly in case you were sleeping. Looking around at the lavish golden decor, he found your little body curled up amongst the fluffy blankets and pillows covering the bed, the large king-sized mattress seeming to swallow you up as you drifted in its center.
Raising your head slightly, you peered warily over at the door. Normally, the sight of your daddy returning to you after weeks of being apart would send you running straight into his arms. But after the traumatic afternoon you endured, all you could manage was a soft whimper in the man's direction, causing his brow to furrow in concern as he closed the door behind him, making his way over to you as he let out a sympathetic hum, "Oh sweetheart. My poor angel, come here. Come to Daddy." Resting on the edge of the bed, Lloyd's heart broke in his chest as he watched you cower back slightly from his invitation; yes, he did have a heart. But only for you, only ever for you. "My sweet little girl, it's okay. Daddy won't hurt you, I left all my things downstairs. Know those are too scary for you, too dangerous. Never scary for my baby- right, angel?"
Lifting your head a bit again at the man's soothing words, your wide eyes ventured up to meet his, warmth spreading through your tummy as he gazed at you lovingly. "There's my pretty girl. Come here, sweetheart. Daddy wants to hold you. Missed you so much- and someone told me you got an owwy today."
Nodding gingerly, you forced your sore body up to a sitting position. At the sight of the large bandage wrapped around your arm, Lloyd began to coo softly again, "Oh, my sweet baby. Come here, come on," he coaxed again as he opened his arms for you, his touch brutally soft against your skin as he eased you onto his lap. "There she is," the man smiled, cradling you with an arm behind your back to allow you to rest your full weight against his safe embrace. "I got you, princess. Daddy's here now; you're safe."
Turning your head inward, you buried your face in the soft fabric of his shirt, tears prickling at your eyes as silent sobs begin to wrack through your little body. "Shhh, shhh," he soothed, running a tender hand over your back as you cried. "I know, I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Daddy's so sorry, so sorry he didn't protect you." Rocking you gently in hopes of calming you down, Lloyd struggled to fight back tears of his own as he was faced with the reality he had just spoken aloud: he had failed you. Unintentionally, yes, but it was all the same to him. It was his job to protect you, to do everything in his power to keep you safe and cared for. That was the one thing that mattered to him in life, and he had fucked it up.
"Baby, baby, baby," he murmured, leaning down to press his lips into your hair. Breathing in the familiar scent of your shampoo, the man couldn't help it; silent tears began trailing down his cheeks as he tried to keep his voice from wobbling while he spoke to you. "Listen to me, please. Never again. Never again will I leave you, my love. No more time apart, no more endless weeks without me. It's done, angel. It's all done; I'm not leaving you again. Daddy's gonna keep you safe. I mean it, I'll gonna do it myself. I'll never fail you again. Never fail you again."
Lifting your head up to look into his eyes, you're met with pools of watery blue, full of grief and regret; as gently as you can, you plant a kiss to the man's wet cheek, earning a soft smile as he reaches up to cup your chin in his large hand. "Thank you, Daddy," you whisper sweetly, the sound of your precious voice causing Lloyd's heart to swell.
"Anything for you, my love." Rubbing his thumb against your soft cheek, all he could manage to do was look at you, wondering to himself what he ever did to deserve something as pure and wonderful as the miracle sitting in his arms. "My little angel, my perfect girl. Daddy would do anything for you."
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prompt | afraid of anger
pairing | daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader
warnings | mean!lloyd for literally two seconds (lots of f bombs bc duh it's lloyd), i used google translate for the french pet name so it probably isn't right lol, ddlg - SOFT!DADDY!LLOYD, lloyd is the king of petnames, reader prob has an oral fixation but like same
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an | hi friends! idk how this turned out so long but here we are lol- i guess i just really love soft!daddy!lloyd so much i couldn't stop myself!! also i am dedicating this fic to sweet sweet sab @hansensgirl bc in my mind and heart she will forever be lloyd's #1 girl and i really think she'll enjoy this soft!lloyd piece hehe <3
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"I don't care how the fuck you do it, I just need it done! Bunch of incompetent idiots- have you ever landed a single fucking hit in your pathetic fucking lives? Fuck you, fuck Dean, call Jones in on it if you have to. Don't just fucking stand there, for Christ's sake- I said, get to fucking work!"
Standing before the giant doors to your daddy's office with your gaze glued down on your shoes, you did your best to gulp down the tears prickling at your eyes. You hated hearing him like this, and usually he made sure you were well out of earshot before going off on the men who so often managed to frustrate him. But this was one of those rare times when he wasn't aware of your presence lingering just beyond the thick oak doors; while many rooms in the mansion had fully soundproofed walls, the office unfortunately wasn't one of them.
When you heard several sets of footsteps approaching, you stepped off to the side, keeping your head low as the doors swung open and the group of four men exited the room. Glancing over at you, one of them paused, turning back towards the open doorway. "Sir," the agent addressed cautiously, "the girl has returned from her walk."
After a moment's pause, Lloyd offered a response from inside the room. His tone was still firm, but much less demeaning than before as he ordered, "Send her in."
Nodding at you, the man in the black suit ushered you in, closing the door behind you once you had fully entered the room. Unable to lift your gaze, still trembling from before, you sucked in a shaky breath. Though you couldn't see him, Lloyd had entirely softened before you, his brow raising in gentle concern as he confirmed his suspicions: you had heard. Now damage control was in order.
"Mon petit amour," the man crooned smoothly, his heart clenching in his chest as he noticed your slight flinch at his voice. "My little angel, come here, sweetheart. How was your walk?"
Bottom lip wobbling terribly, you tried to will yourself forward, but to your dismay you found yourself frozen in place, as if your feet were glued to the floor. Not wanting to disobey your daddy by not coming when called, your heart only began pounding harder in your chest. Recognizing your apprehension immediately, Lloyd tried to coax you, "It's okay, little one. You're okay; did something happen, pretty girl?"
Small hands fiddling with the lace at the end of your skirt, you sniffled, your words coming out shakily as you did your best to speak loud enough, "Just... got back early, D-Daddy. Started to rain and... was waiting o-outside your..."
Nodding with an understanding look, the man listened to you patiently. "I see, sweetheart. You heard Daddy, then? Heard him talking with his men?"
Knees trembling beneath you, you nodded carefully, praying your answer wouldn't anger your daddy. And as he watched you cowering before him, he couldn't be further from the point of anger; he was only full of worry, full of guilt for frightening you so terribly. Rising up slowly from his chair, he soothed, "Daddy's sorry, baby. Know it's so scary for a little girl to hear such things. But Daddy would never talk that way with you, angel." Taking his time as he made his way over to you, the man settled down a few feet away on his knees, pausing as you stepped back instinctively. "Oh, my poor, sweet girl. Shhh," he hummed softly, a tentative hand coming up to rub against your upper arm gently.
Blinking back tears, it took everything in you not to turn and run. "P-please," you whimpered as you brought a hand up to chew on your knuckle anxiously, a nervous habit you had that your daddy couldn't seem to shake you of, despite his best efforts.
"Hey- no, baby. No chewing," Lloyd reminded you carefully, his own hand coming up to take yours from your mouth, gently holding it as he brushed over its back with his thumb. "Don't need to say please, my love. Daddy will be soft with you, always soft for my baby. How about you and I go spend some time together upstairs, hm? Are you tired from your walk, sweetheart?"
Bringing your free hand up to rub at your eyes, your bottom lip puffed out slightly as you nodded. Humming knowingly, Lloyd smiled. "Can snuggle up with all your pillows and blankies in bed- how's that sound, sweet girl?"
"N-no more yelling?" you asked warily, big pleading eyes finally coming up to meet those of the man before you.
Heart swelling at the sight of you, so pure and precious as you begged for his tenderness, Lloyd nodded as he brushed your hair back behind your ear, pinky linking with yours as he still held your hand lovingly. "No more yelling, princess. Just soft, sweet voices for baby. And lots of snuggles, too."
Feeling yourself slip further and further down into a tiny frame of mind as your daddy spoke to you, the sudden urge to be held washed over you as you looked at the large man crouched down before you. Recognizing the look in your eyes, Lloyd didn't need any further instruction before reaching out to wrap you up in his embrace, rising to his feet as he held you close and comfortably. As you rested your head on his shoulder, body falling limp against his sturdy hold, he let out a relieved sigh as he ran his fingers over your hair. "There's my girl. Daddy's got you, sweetheart. You just close those pretty eyes, don't have to worry about a thing." Eyelids drooping at his words, you hummed softly in response against his shoulder.
You thumped lightly against him as he began making his way out of the office, still murmuring softly to you all the way up the stairs, down the hall, and into your bedroom. Once the doors had closed behind the two of you, you opened your eyes again, though just barely, watching as he carried you over to the oversized bed on the far wall of the room. Pulling back the heaps of fluffy white blankets and bedding, Lloyd rested you down as gently as he could on your back with your head landing on a pillow, standing over you a moment longer as he carefully undid your shoes. Slipping in and out of moments of sleep, you huffed and hummed sweetly, your darling little noises bringing the softest of smiles to your daddy's face as he kicked off his own shoes before climbing up to join you. Pulling the covers back over the two of you, Lloyd gathered you up in his arms, tucking your head delicately in the crook of his neck as his large hands encompassed you in gentle strokes. Sighing again, he leaned down, planting a kiss in your hair.
Eyes opening briefly to look up at him, you snuck in a kiss on his chin as he smiled lovingly at you. "Close your eyes, little love. Daddy's right here."
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