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hey guys! i have gotten all of your wonderful requests, but i’ve been a bit overwhelmed the past couple of weeks so i haven’t gotten around to writing them. So sorry! I’m definitely getting out of that funk now though and will start writing them! I’m currently in an X-Men hyperfixation right now so any X-Men requests will be appreciated (especially Kurt, i’m obsessed lol). Love yall, and keep the requests coming! My inbox is always open ❤️
Hey yall, I need some help. So hopefully in about 2 years I'll be able to get a puppy. My dad (who I still live with, sad I know) wants to wait because right now we're not ready for another dog. (We currently have a dog, the cat further down in my blog is my mom's cat, if it's still there) he also won't let me if our current dog isn't doing good at that time. But anyways I'm thinking about getting a chocolate lab puppy. I know for sure I'm getting a lab but I want to get a chocolate one. I've picked out some names already because I like doing that. I want some help thinking of more names. I tagged a bunch of Fandoms so hopefully I can get some nerdy names but I also want hilarious names!
Our current list: favorites of each category are in purple, eliminated are crossed
The "love" ones: Bucky (Marvel), Boone (Twisters), Coffee Beans or Beans (nickname(nn)), Butter, Captain Wigglebutt or Wiggles (nn), Meatball, Moose, Godzilla, Bandit, Bruno, Guinness, Diesel, Sparrow, Milo, Baloo (Jungle Book), Perceus or Percy/Perc (Percy Jackson), Winston (after a horse i used to ride), Balto (Balto), Bowser (Mario)
The "really liked" ones: Rocket (Marvel), Rooster (Top Gun), Jensen (the Actor), Potato, Brownie, Caesar, Scooter, Reuben or Roo, Cappuccino or Cap, Angus or Gus (Disney's Brave), Dakota or Kota, Hawk, Drogo (GOT)
The "liked" ones: Bruce (Harley Quinn), Tyler (Twisters), Raleigh (Pacific rim), Walter or Wally, Mudflap, Otis (Chicago Fire), Simon or Si (cod ig), Tango, Halo, Wedge, Equinox or Quin/Nox, Pluto (the planet)
The "not my favorite but they're good names" ones: Maverick (Top Gun), Logan (Xmen)
So please, message me, reblog this, comment what ever, tell me some good names whether they be Fandom related, just down right funny, or both. One thing, try to keep a little bit to the theme of him being a chocolate lab and a male. Like coffee beans because they're brown and I think Beans would be a hilarious names. If the name has a nickname please tell me that too. Thank you everyone!!!
Masterlist..
ONGOING
DMC(Devil May Cry Series)
Dante Sparda As Your Best-friend
Gender Neutral Reader
Attempting to be Friends with Vergil Sparda
Gender Neutral Reader
Dante Drabble
Gender Neutral Reader
DC UNIVERSE
Dear Alice Series(Jason Todd)
Masc/Male Reader
Crushing on Starfire
Gender Neutral Reader
X-Men
Being the Sibling of Charles Xavier
Gender Neutral Reader
SpiderVerse Triology
Being in a Relationship With Ben Reilly/Scarlet Spider
Gender Neutral Reader
Nana
Being a Member of BLAST!
Masc/Male Reader
Hanging Out With Nana Komatsu
Masc/Male Reader
Quiet Times(Shinichi Okazaki)
Gender Neutral Reader
To Love and Like(Nana Komatsu)
Gender Neutral Reader
Hypnosis Microphone
Being Ichiro’s Brother
Masc/Male Reader
Oficie Series(Doppo Kannonzaka)
Gender Neutral Reader
Sk8 The Infinity
Being Apart of the Sk8 Crew
Gender Neutral Reader
SVTFOE(Star v. The Forces of Evil)
Being Apart of Tom’s Support System
Gender Neutral Reader
The King of Fighters(KOF)
Having Lunch With Leona Heidern
Gender Neutral Reader
Vice Affection HCs
Fem Reader
Iori as your Housewife
Gender Neutral Reader
Iori Living Headcanons
Fem reader
I miss my wife..(Leona Chizuru Shermie)
Gender Neutral Reader
Blue Exorcist
Twisted Wonderland
Mortal Kombat Saga
Being Mileena’s Girlfriend
Fem/Female Reader
Being Fujin’s Son
Masc/Male Reader
The Maze Runner Triology
Monster High
Mall HCs With Clawdeen
Fem Reader
School Bus Graveyard(SBG)
Teaching Logan the Piano
Gender Neutral Reader
Taylor Dating HCs
Gender Neutral Reader
Tyler Dating HCs
Masc/Male Reader
Cooking With Tyler
Masc/Male Reader
Being Aiden’s Sister
Fem Reader
Being Ashlyn’s Brother
Masc/Male Reader
Logan’s Date Night
Gender Neutral Reader
Convenient Catastrophe(Tyler)
Fem Reader
Thrift Shop(Aiden)
Genders Neutral Reader
Logan Dating HCs
Gender Neutral Reader
Taylor, the driver
Gender Neutral Reader
Memorable Moments(Aiden)
Gender Neutral Reader
Ben Dating HCs
Male Reader
2-Player Uno(Tyler)
Gender Neutral Reader
Tekken(mostly gonna be Leo tbh)
Leo Drabble
Gender Neutral Reader
Leo’s Conflicted Confession
Gender Neutral Reader
Leo Dating HCs
Gender Neutral Reader
Leo’s Affection
Gender Neutral Reader
Slumber(Leo)
Gender Neutral Reader
Lars Drabble
Gender Neutral Reader
Leo Drabble(2)
Gender Neutral Reader
Alisa Drabble
Gender Neutral Reader
Claudio Drabble
Gender Neutral Reader
Mobile Legends:Bang Bang(MLBB)
Ensemble Stars(ENSTARS)
Shu Drabble
Gender Neutral Reader
Lord of Heroes(LOH)
Movies
Gender neutral reader
Charles III Drabble
Gender Neutral Reader
Lucilicca Drabble
Gender Neutral Reader
Rashad Drabble
Gender Neutral Reader
Lumie Drabble
Gender Neutral Reader
Mystic Messenger
Wishes to Unknown(Saeran)
Male Reader
Skins(UK)
Crushing(Maxxie)
Male Reader
Please Model for Me!(Maxxie)
Male reader
Persona 2(Innocent Sin Timeline)
Small Talk(Tatsuya Suou)
Gender Neutral Reader
Percy Jackson Collection
Gossip(Octavian, whatever his surname is)
Gender Neutral Reader
Never one without two(Octavian again idk his surname)
Male reader
Never done a poll before but I thought I’d see what you guys want
Logan’s reaction when you wear one of his shirts!
ahhhh anon the imagery that popped into my head with this one... thank you for requesting it <3 maybe a slight warning but Logan calls reader kid, (she's an adult) because he's obviously older than everyone. also smutty implications lol
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"Kid. Is that my shirt?" Logan is not sure if he's just half-drunk already (it's nearly impossible for him to get drunk as it is on just a few beers) and you're wearing a big, oversized, Calgary Flames jersey.
He's fairly sure that's not yours- he doesn't think you know any Canadian hockey teams, not like that, and the jersey is definitely dated. Logan thinks he got that when the team was early in it's existence.
"Uhhh..." You turn from your spot in front of the kitchen fridge. The X-Mansion is out of milk and creamer, unfortunately. "Maybe? Sorry."
It's not your shirt that bothers Logan, not exactly. From this spot at the kitchen counter- he's leaning over, but he almost has the full view of your legs, because the shirt only meets the beginning parts of your thighs, and he wonders why on earth you have to be so annoyingly delectable. When Logan is trying his best to be professional, a proper X-Men member, you have to go and be half-naked, no pants, just luscious, sweet legs all taut and smooth as you reach upwards to scan through the upper shelf of the fridge.
You're too much for him, he thinks. If Logan was a slightly better person, he might not be having these thoughts at all, let alone considering acting on them- but he thinks about sneaking up behind you and grabbing, squeezing your ass, the back of your thighs.
"I think our laundry got mixed up like a week ago." You try your best to excuse it. Honestly, though? You were happy to steal Logan's jersey.
It's nice and comfy, and the material has worn away into a soft, loose shirt. Best of all, it smells just like him, after years of wearing it- a slight laundry detergent smell is there, but you mostly catch the smell of pine wood, mixed with cigar smoke and maybe something musky.
You didn't expect him to be down here- you didn't want Logan to know your terrible secret.
"And? You just decided you'd keep it, huh?" Logan grumbles, but he's mostly joking. His eyes are soft.
"I didn't-" You turn to him again, and you cross your arms, and it's with a little start that Logan realizes you're not wearing a bra. You're completely naked under there, other than your panties, and he gets a rush of exhilaration thinking about taking them off slowly, with his rough, callused fingers juxtaposed against your supple, soft hips. Gently squeezing your breasts as if he owns them.
There's something hot about it, Logan thinks. You wearing his shirt. As if he loaned it to you. As if he kind of owns you, as if he's your boyfriend. He can't help but feel a deep sense of pleasure. It's not as if all his hook ups and one night stands were clamoring to be his, and it's with fondness that he looks at you again.
"I thought I could give it back to you. After I wore it for a bit." You admit, and Logan has a slight smile.
"Keep it." Logan has a twinkle in his eye, his eyes glancing up and down your figure as he smirks. "It suits you, no pants and all."
He's not really joking about that- it looks way better on you, and to Logan's perverted mind, it is fascinating how this jersey he fills out so well, had a completely different style as it falls on you. It sort of drowns you- leaves your figure to the imagination- but there's just enough that he can see how it skims over your curves, making it easier for him to imagine running his hands over you. Logan thinks about lifting it up from the bottom hem, exposing you.
You turn red, almost forgetting that your legs are bare, and you don't know how to respond to that.
"Really?" You shake your head, ignoring Logan's compliment, knowing that he's just teasing. "Thanks, Logan. It honestly helps me sleep better."
You didn't mean to say that last part- you're not trying to expose the year long crush you've had on the guy- and you stutter over your words, trying not to reveal the comfort you feel around him.
You shut the fridge, and try to leave, but Logan is a little faster, and he's got you right where he wants. Against the fridge. Looking up at him, sweet, meek, just as cute as he remembers.
He leans over you. "Well, I could help you sleep better. If you want."
"Really?" You look up at him, tilting your head a little. "I thought you would think I was just some creep and tell me to fuck off."
"Oh, kid. You think you're the only one who can't stop thinking about us?" Logan swallows. "I think I've liked you since you had to help me figure out the teaching schedule, remember?"
"Who could forget? You were really struggling- your class started an hour late." You joke, and Logan grins. He's not usually such a smiley guy, and it's not something you take light-heartedly. You know he must trust you.
"Offer's still on the table." Logan murmurs, as he traces the collar of his jersey, against your neck and collarbones, and you shiver as he leans in, pressing a kiss on your forehead. It's warm, soft, inviting- but you think Logan must be holding himself back.
"Okay." You whisper up at him, and Logan, being as devious as he is, immediately grasps your waist, your ass, your thighs, squeezing, wanting to feel every bit of flesh, and he feels a deep rumble in his chest- something possessive as he leans in and kisses you, something firm and rough as he feels his shirt around you- and Logan's mouth slots against your own quite easily, open-mouthed, rough kisses that have you shuddering, as he lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and pinning you against the fridge.
You know Logan didn't mean sleeping. He meant putting you to sleep, by sleeping with you, and this silly double meaning, the idea of getting to do all that and then cuddle and sleep by his side, it makes you smile against his mouth.
Logan doesn't stop kissing you as he lifts you up and away, you still wrapped around him, towards his room, feeling an immense amount of slick, lustful pride that he's bringing back his shirt and his girl there.
ahhh i need request!!!, i wanna write sooo badly but when I do it for myself it's absolutely hot garbage😭, please somebody request something🙏 I'm starving to write a actually good story
Characters/shows/fandoms I'll write for
X-Men: gambit, sabertooth, wolverine, rouge, storm, beast, I'm open to some more those are just my top one's^^
Game of thrones: danny, sandor, gregor, some of the targaryen's, joffrey, oberyn(cause he needs more love), and open to others
The boys: black noir, homelander, A-train, starlight, butcher, MM, frenchie, open to more!(no soldier boy i hate that motherfucker)
Will also write for MK please request kano i can't get enough of that Aussie😩🙏
Readers I'll write for
Child x character platonic only
Animal x character platonic only
male x male (I'm not use to it but I'll try^^)
Fem x fem very use to it!
The Tragedy of What Was (pt. 1)
Summary: The world was not kind. Not to you, your brother Erik, or many other mutants. So why did you have to be kind to Sebastian Shaw? A decades long mission, spearheaded by Erik was interrupted by the encounter with one Charles Xavier. You had always flirted with the idea of a changed world, not in Erik's image, but one of human - mutant peace. The battle of philosophy and morals is the only one more stifling than the one between the two battling groups. Who will come on top, be left behind, and survive? (yall i am not good at summaries pls just gimme a chance)!
A/N: uhm yeah. so this is my brainchild, enjoy:) also quick warning: VERY descriptive details about death and the Holocaust so please be prepared if you choose to read!
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The footsteps were as soft as the traipsing water droplets from the fountain. An array of hues transformed into more and more mesmerizing shades in the sky above. Trees of the purest emerald coloring adorned the edges of the scene. And in the middle of the ethereal splendor stood Charles Xavier. The youthful, handsome, and charming man was wholly swallowed with transfixion.
Back turned to him and facing the serene flowing fountain, you found peace. Your hair was styled just how Charles remembered it when you first met him. Chaos somehow peacing itself into an enhancement of your beauty. His feet carried his unbelieving being right beside you. The place he swore to always remain.
Your eyes were closed but Charles always knew you never needed vision to feel his presence. Neither him for you. Never because of your mutations but rather the wonder of your hearts’ senses. Somehow, the butterflies in the pit of your stomachs always could sense out the others matching pair.
“This is cruel, Raven.”
He practically spit it out, voice still dumbfounded by your appearance. Your face has danced behind his eyes everyday of his life since your first encounter but in all that time, never has your image felt so real. Your eyes remained closed as a soft smile formed on your lips. The same one a mother would dawn as she gently corrected her child.
“Oh Charles, we both know Raven has been dead for years.”
As soon as you uttered those words, Charles felt the tingling sensation in his legs overgrow his nerves. His knees buckled and he was ready to feel the nothingness of his lower body once more except the feeling went away with the breeze. Whatever this was, Charles wished to escape as soon as possible.
“What are you?”
The smile framing your lips dropped in an instant. “You always said you saw me beyond a label. Beyond my powers.”
Your voice started out firm but was grappled with hurt as it cracked at the end. As powerful a telepath he was, Charles was well aware that his mind was being puppeteered. Yet the question of who was powerful enough to even enter the mind of Professor X stumped him.
“What is it that you wish? What information do you need so badly that vile deception is used?”
The mind was never a stable place as he well knew and that was Charles' explanation for your sudden chorus of bubbly giggles. Your smooth hands rubbed down your face as you attempted to stop your laughter. After a long winded session, you let out an amused breath that warned Charles that whatever was to be said next was not going to be pleasant.
“My schatz. You were always the mastermind of deception.”
He wanted to protest but his vocal cords failed him. Silence was his only choice as you began circling the mid-sized fountain.
“A man of your power, you could have built the world in your image by force. Yet, you made us all build it for you through your sweet words.”
Charles had a feeling of where this was going and that tingling began crawling up his veins. You continued on, nearing the opposite side of the water.
“Charles Xavier: judge, jury, but damn the world if he was seen as executioner. No, you are a mere guiding voice,”
The setting sun illuminated your dark figure behind the asserting height of the spouting water. He saw your features sparkle even in their shadowed form.
“A voice that dictated all. Who was Saint. Who was innocent. Who was worthy.”
With each word, your voice became more and more intense. A friction and malice he had nearly forgotten you were capable of. It was that last accusation that brought Charles down. Heart, head, and legs. He crumpled to the floor as numbness silenced any nerve communication. He tried to call out from pain. For you. But the strangle of his voice only righted around his neck as a weight began overtaking his lungs.
You finally rounded the circular fountain back to Charles as he laid on the floor, twisting this way and that and an arm outstretched to you. His finger framed your face from his lower point of view as they slightly curled. They danced across the very picture of perfection in Charles' eyes. But it was your own that caused the warning bells to screech to the man.
Clean,pristine eyes met his own electric blue orbs. The clarity of your sclera juxtaposed the haze of Charles' sense of reality. You crouched to meet his level and bent your neck to the side in confusion at his horror.
“Schatz, what's wrong? Aren't I pretty this way?”
You traced your fingernails lightly across his dashing face, upwards from the cheeks and into his luscious hair. He tried to jerk away but he was held in place by an invisible force, panting as a shiver of unease rippled through him.
“You know I always thought you the most beautiful.”
Your mouth dipped into a pondering frown as you mockingly assessed the man in front of you.
“Even with all my blood?”
Charles expected your eyes to transform to their original state, the ones he never got enough of. The captivating mosaic he memorized and treasured twice as hard for when you tried to hide them away in shame from him. Instead, he was met with the appearance of yours he has tried to erase so desperately but only ended up with a more obliterated consciousness.
Slow drops of blood slithered downwards from your mouth as if mocking Charles's now matching tears. Your smooth arms transformed into a canvas of cuts and bruises as they stretched unnaturally behind you. Finally, your once pristine clothing became an ocean of crimson copper blood. In every direction, a masterpiece of Charles's worst tragedy was painted through the rouge substance.
A puddle of blood formed beneath your misfigured being but not a single drop landed on Charles. Everytime a thin river of deep red snaked its way to his legs, a sprinkle of the crystal fountain water eliminated the warm liquid.
“Here I am Charles, in all my beauty, isn't that right?”
“Y/N-”
“Or am I not worthy of it anymore? A poor excuse of whatever lowly being I am hunted as?”
The brown haired man could only speak in wheezes at this point. He would use every last breath to stop your train of thought and conviction on his perspective of you.
“You were the most worthy of us all! Better than the best of us! You were the unimaginable.”
Your breath shallowed like his but Charles's was from force. Yours was from drainage. Even in your positioning, back arched, arms stretched behind you, and neck bent upwards, your eyes filtered to the shade of blue that quickly became your favorite.
“Was I so unimaginable that you refused my reality?”
There it was. As if a dam broke, all your blood began drowning Charles. The sick joke of it all was that the harsh force pounding down on his lungs freed him the second he began inhaling nothing but copper. Just to satisfy all possible suffering.
“It felt like this. Slow. Suffocating. I know you are trying to call out to me but your powers are failing you,”
You whispered in a contrastingly soothing manner. “They are failing you like they failed me. I called for you and made yourself deaf.”
And in went the blood into his ears. Charles could feel it flow its way through the complex tunnels and deafen the mumbles of your voice. In every possible part of his body, Charles was drowned in the inside and outside in your blood. The natural reaction to close one's eyes was stripped from him as his once vibrant blues were forced to be wide open to be covered in layers of the sticky substance.
Death was surely knocking on his door. That the differing voices from your own must have been what laid ahead for Charles. Odd that they, even with the disillusion of the blood, sounded oddly familiar.
You, realizing this, let out a sly smirk, even as you were thrashing in pain and letting out your last gasps of air.
“It seems like our time has ended once more, Professor.”
With one final breath, you smile upwards.
“Send him my love.”
The violent jerk of the Professor brought even further alarm to Storm and Logan who have been trying to bring him back for the past few minutes from whatever trance he entered. Storm checked his pulse and head for any fever while Logan stood to the side in confusion and buried worry for his long time mentor.
“Something going on, Charles?”
Logan's gruff voice was perfectly audible for the elder man who clenched to his wheelchair to the point his already pale knuckles were the shade of snow. However, Charles completely ignored him as his wrinkled eyes focused on the person right in front of him. Your murderer.
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1944
The screams were never ending. Of birth, death, and what surrounded all, pain. Maybe it was because of the tight packaging of the cattle cart that made it feel like the screams were louder than they were. They had no space to travel so they just ricocheted off the tens of bodies crushing the others in your end of the cattle transportation.
The echo off of the dirty and malnourished folks gave the screams an echoed chorus to the sound of birth. A fragile woman with pretty features was splayed across the dirty floor, legs covered with men's jackets and women's shawls. While the clothing covered her decency, nothing could be done for her dignity as she was surrounded by cattle manure. There was nowhere else in the cart that had the less than necessary space the manure covered section provided. From what you've gathered of the man holding her hand throughout, her name is Lotte and beside her was her brother, Heinrich. Lotte's husband has been missing for the past six months.
You have been trying to tell time through the crack between the two rusty sliding doors of the cart. It has been light thrice and dark twice. Everytime the curtain of darkness is overtaken by sunlight, the small glimpse of the outside world becomes increasingly muddled. Green trees became ashy corpses. Sapphire skies transforming into a sickeningly gray.
In your time on this unknown journey, you had rarely uttered a word. You were only six years of age yet you had known that your existence was a question of debated worth so asking any of your own would only bring misery. You never asked why all three of your cardigans had a yellow star of David patched on. All that was known to you is that it was required, as your mother fearfully related to you everytime you complained why you had to dawn it but none of the other girls you saw did. Although, none of them were in your school or neighborhood as that was yet another forced move.
You found the forced adornment quite ugly. Especially with all the stains it dawned from your constant use of it as a napkin. Your youthful innocence summarized that if you were to be forced to wear the symbol that was to deem your value, it might as well be useful to you.
Chipped nails of yours picked at the fray threads from the patch as you shuddered away from yet another round of the birthing woman's screams. You buried your face into the neck of your older brother, who only wrapped his arms tighter around your small frame. It was his turn to carry you on his lap, a shift that was interchanged between him, your praying mother, and solemn father.
“Push more, I see the head!”
There were a handful of other grime ridded women who were surrounding the pretty soon to be mother. None were nurses but their experience was enough: they were mothers. From your vantage point, you could see the pool of blood growing beneath the sheets of cover. It was making you nauseous but you couldn't tear your eyes away.
“Final one!” The eldest of the women announced and you prayed for her to be right. You were unsure how much more screaming you could take. To you, it was the worst sound to be stifled in. With one final welp of excursion, a new voice replaced the now official mother. A prune like being covered in blood was somehow the cleanest in the entire filth infested cart. The rest of you were flea littered as the rats crawled over all the clouds in the overpacked area.
You still held tightly onto your brother but turned to your now weeping mother. People cry tears of joy at a new baby, even if you've never personally seen it, but you didn't think you were seeing it then. In the past years, your mother's face was constantly strewn with tears, no matter how much you tried to cheer her up in your own childlike ways. So you knew how tears of misery looked like and they couldn't be stopped as the avalanches their way down her cheek.
“Mama?” Your small confused voice broke her out of her trance on the small baby and his first moment with his mother. She reached out and petted your hair gently with a loving yet shaky smile. However, the moment could only last so long.
In the moments after his sister had done the most tremendous feat of her life, Heinrich knew what had to be done. Lotte turned to him to ask him to utter the prayer to be said when the birth of a child but the prayer uttered was a very different one. Instead of the blessings of life, Heinrich uttered the words of death. Lotte's delicate eyes squinted in confusion and offense but were in an instant, horror. Heinrich ripped the wailing baby boy from his mother's comforting arms and grasped the handle of the large rusted door. He was peeling as much as he could with only one arm and fighting off the other men and women trying to stop him.
Your mother threw her arms around the two of her children seated besides her, as if the man would do the same to you. The door's crack was opening more and more, letting in the now setting sun. It was the first time in what you can only assume days any sunlight had reached the cart's populace and looking around, it was clear to see. The ghastly paleness and bones peaking out beneath raggdy clothes. This was not the effect of capture in a cattle cart but rather years of imprisonment in open air prisons you were forced to call home.
“Heinrich!”
Lotte wailed as she tried to get up, but the weakness of labor tied her down to the disgusting floor. You would have thought Heinrich to commit his act ashamed. To not have the ability to look Lotte, or anyone, in the eyes anymore. Maybe even throw himself with the boy. Yet instead, he met Lottes hazed eyes with no remorse.
“What life do you believe he will live? This death is a mercy. Let him go without suffering or in the hands of those monsters! What kind of mother wishes suffering only second to Hell on her child?!”
And with that, the baby boy was gone. The healthy baby boy. No defects or injuries. Now in the wind to die.
You were wrong. Silence was the worst sound to be stifled in.
Looking up, you met the horrified blue eyes of your brother.
“Erik?”
His only response was to fully huddle you in his arms as if he could protect you from the truth. Protect you from your inevitable fate.
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Surely, this was not Earth. Rain didn’t matter; your eyes could not comprehend the desolation weaving between the desolate crowds. They were not human. Not even ghosts could compare to the ghastliness of those who might very well have been your neighbors. Sunken eyes, protruding bones, and the heavy stench of fatality. Huddled between Erik and your mama, you were shoved forward into an impending fate. Your hands clung to Erik's pants as you tried to hide from the barking officers. The three of you—and your father, standing guard as much as he could behind—were shoved and pulled in every direction. There was never a moment of peace since stepping off the cart.
As you neared the macabre gate, you were ripped from safety. A crude giant of a man yanked you from your hiding spot, away from your family. The same fate seemed to befall Erik as the four of you were being ushered in three different directions.
“ERIK!”
Your voice pierced the grating metal, now beginning to be pulled toward the boy you called for. An odd force physically pierced the gate as well as the guard hauling you away. He dropped you from his lifted arms and began crouching, as if an invisible weight was crushing him to the puddled ground. You didn’t waste any time and ran toward where Erik was being dragged. The soldiers seemed to be pulled strangely forward toward the pointed gate as well. You focused on his outstretched arm, even as your vision blurred from tears and soon darkness. As you ran to your brother, other guards tried to grab you but struggled to reach you. Anyone who got close enough seemed to trudge through invisible layers, barely grazing you. However, one lanky boy, no older than 18, managed to tackle you to the ground, easing the odd pressure on the guards.
“Y/N!”
Erik had been solely focused on reaching Mama. It wasn’t until he saw your small body on the muddy ground, unconscious and being dragged away, that he realized you had been left completely alone to fight off the brutes. Metal fragments began chipping from the gate and helmets of the men holding him back. Although, whatever destruction was to happen was avoided as Erik was knocked unconscious, unaware of the Lehnsherr fate. A grim thought to anyone but the prowling man in his tower.
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Time was lost to you as you wandered through the nice halls of the building. You had woken up in a room that barely passed as one. Beds and bodies as far as you could see. All dull, enhancing the dread of it all. As soon as you regained consciousness, the intimidating beings that somehow passed as men wrenched you away from wherever you had been sent. Time must have passed, as the rain had stopped. A cruel contrast to the gloom awaiting inside the brick building. Guards led you to a menacingly simple, deep-brown door. One sharp knock and you were tossed into the abyss, which turned out to be a tidy office. Your eyes met a pair hidden behind lowered glasses. He gave you a smile that provided no comfort. To your left stood Erik. Without hesitation, you ran to the brother you feared you might never see again. You were still lost in the world around you but knew one thing: you were not letting go. Latched around his hips, you quizzically eyed the smiling man. He took in the image of you two, his grin only growing.
“Understand this, Erik and Y/N—these Nazis, I'm not like them.”
The fact that he knew your names sent a shiver of discomfort down your aching spine. You stayed silent as he began unwrapping what seemed to be, of all things, a chocolate bar.
“Genes are the key, yes! But their goals? Blue eyes? Blond hair? Pathetic.”
Your eyes tracked his movements, not out of envy but out of unease. A man in this place was bitter, not sweet.
“Mmm! Eat the chocolate. It’s good.”
Still nameless, he pushed the bar closer to both of you, especially trying to coax you. Naturally, you wished for just a bite—as any six-year-old would—but Erik’s silence was enough to stifle that desire. You still did not know what had happened to your beloved parents, which sent a strange prickling sensation through your entire body. A mismatched sense of internal chemical stability. The man watched as you shivered, even in the moderately warm room.
“I want to see my mama.”
Erik broke the silence in his rather blunt way. You knew he was scared. He had been ever since your family was forced to evacuate the home generations of your family had been born in for a squalid apartment, ever since the Nazis decided the value—or lack thereof—of your people's lives.
“Genes are the key that unlocks the door to a new age.” It shouldn't have been surprising that he was ignored. The man in the chair was important, and what really mattered was that he was a Nazi affiliate. If there were any guards or officials in the room, they would have expected you both to show gratitude for the chance to speak with such a superior being.
“A new future for mankind. Evolution. You know what I'm talking about?”
He continued but you could barely grasp the meaning of his words. You looked to Erik for any signal of how you should react but the only emotion painted on his pale face was apprehension. Your attention was drawn back to the mustached man as he laid down a coin. The loud and proud symbol of the Nazi regime gleaned beneath the light. A light that had emerged from the laboratory you just realized to your right. Two tables enclosed by white walls adorned with various knives, blades, and other instruments you could only gasp at their purpose.
“It’s a simple thing I ask of you. A little coin is nothing compared to a big gate,” he said, turning to you. “Or the human body?”
He analyzed you, as you were a wild card in his eyes. The nameless man couldn’t interpret what you had accomplished, but that only exhilarated him further. With a simple gesture, Erik was instructed to go first. Concentration painted his face, and desperation motivated his hand. Stillness hung in the air.
“I tried, Herr Doktor. I can't... I don't... it's impossible.”
The doctor turned to you, prepared to ask you to try, but instead, he simply contemplated you. Thoughts spewed in his questionable mind before he took a deep breath.
“The one thing I can say for the Nazis is that their methods seem to produce results.”
His hands reached for a bell and rang it so casually before returning back to his luxurious leather seat, adjusting himself too comfortably.
“I'm sorry.”
Suddenly, the door opened, and two guards entered. That prickling feeling returned more intensely this time, but it was alleviated by the sight of your mother's beautiful face.
“Mama!”
Both you and Erik sprinted into her comforting embrace. You tried all you could to forcefully connect yourself to her. Like a parasite; if she were to disconnect from you, survival was no longer in your future.
“My darlings! How are you?”
Before any words could be uttered, she was ripped away. You clawed at the guard stopping you to get back to your personal safe haven. Your mama always knew what was best so her soft whispers to listen were the only reason you settled down. She would softly scold you in that way of hers that you did not listen to her once you got out of here anyways. You did not wish for mama's displeasure.
“Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to count to three, and you’re going to move the coin.”
The doctor made sure to emphasize the task to the both of you, not just Erik. You saw your brother readying himself for the argument of his inability when the light caught yet another imposition of metal. A caliber gun.
“You don’t move the coin, I pull the trigger. Understand?”
Prickling began feeling like it was burning inside of you. Your mouth dried as panic began setting in. You looked over your shoulder and could see that mama would not be of help this time: terror painted her graying skin as corpsely white.
“One.”
The countdown began, and you had no choice but to mimic Erik’s outstretched hands. How were you supposed to move it? You needed Mama's help.
“Mama!”
You were bawling as trepidation clawed its way through your throat. Even staring down the barrel of death, mama kept her voice steady for the light of her lives.
“You can do it.” Soft loving words of encouragement.
“Two.”
Time was moving too fast. Prickling to burn electricity. Yoru nerves were being set alight as you began screaming in fright. The coin wasn't moving. Why wasn't it moving? You look at Erik and he was nearly at the same level of breaking down as you but he needed to stay focused for the three of you.
“MAMA!”
Your arms were sore, twitching with the stinging sensation flowing up and down. All you wanted was to hug your mother and let her sing you to sleep, like she always did.
“Everything is alright, darling. All is well.”
No worry, just compassion. Just a mothers unbreaking love.
“Three.”
It moved.
The bullet moved.
It hit its target.
The stinging stopped.
Tears that slipped off your lashes halted their freefall. Stinging was no longer your problem as an unbearable pressure coursed through your veins. In and around, pain hurled its way through every crevice of your tiny, malnourished body. Your eyes focused on the coin as even the vomit you were going to hurl paused its journey upwards. Something was happening to you so distracting that you could not realize the destruction Erik was raging around you. The guards' metal helmets began piercing their skulls, drawing out their brains. The bell was caved in. All the medical instruments in the laboratory next door began trembling. Though, you did not need ears nor eyes for that. You could feel it. The pull of gravity towards Erik. Gravity that made its way to your eyes.
“Mama,” you whispered.
Sterling silver gleamed, the vision of the coin was coated in blood. Each of the miniscule blood vessels in your eyes began popping.
Pop.
Pop.
Pop
It wasn’t prickling. It wasn’t burning. It wasn’t electricity. It was stabbing. Each cell in your eyes was being stabbed until only numbness remained. When you opened your eyes again after the pain, you could feel the blood unsticking from itself. The substance coated your iris. Your world was blinded by red.
“Outstanding!”
The sick man that was the doctor, was not horrified but pleased. Proud.
“So we unlock your gift with anger, Erik.”
You could not see him well, but you felt his steps gaining on you.
“And you, darling, grief.”
With his hands on you and Erik’s shoulders, he laughed as he led you all toward the laboratory that would become your personal purgatory.
“You and I are going to have a lot of fun together.”
.・。.・゜✭・.✫・゜・。..✭・.✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.✫・゜・。..
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The Tragedy of What Was Masterlist
part I ♟️
part II (coming soon)
nothing except regret that I started a new series during college application season. I'm so sorry yall I will try to get chapters uploaded for my series i am just so burnt out😭 thank you for your support and so much love💓
Farewell kiss
Word Count: 805
Remy Lebeau x Reader
Summary: The Lebeau family gathers in the late evening, unaware of the looming departure of Remy. As he prepares to leave for a mission with the X-Men.
It was late, maybe nine or ten at night, and the Lebeau family was gathered in the living room. Remy sat on the couch, holding Rose and Riley, one in each arm. The girls were laughing with their father, unaware of the absence that would come in just a few hours. Y/N stands nearby, her eyes filling with tears as she watches them."Alright, time for bed, girls. Daddy needs to go out. Remy said, standing with the girls. "But we want you to stay!" Riley exclaimed, clutching her father's shirt close in her hands.Remy pressed a kiss to their foreheads before speaking again.
"I know, but I'll be back soon, I promise." He tells them as he walks to their rooms, dropping each girl in their beds and telling them goodnight before making his way to his own room. Standing at the dresser in his shared bed room, changing into his X-men uniform. Y/N watches him from the bed, tears brimming her eyes. The weight of the impending departure hangs heavily in the air. "Do you really have to go?" Y/N's voice trembles as she speaks, almost scared to hear his answer, but yet she yearns for the response anyway.Remy let a heavy sigh pass through his lips. "You know I do, cherie. They need me." Y/N felt the tears finally slip down her cheeks, leaving a salty trail behind.
"What if... What if I need you?" She questioned him, her eyes trailing up to his face, watching him fix his coat before meeting her gaze. His eyes hold an emotion she can't exactly put her finger on. No matter how long she had known Remy, there were times when not even she could tell what he was thinking. He stepped closer to her and took her hands in his own, letting his gaze fall on them before looking at her.
"Kiss me before I go." His voice was quiet, like he whispered a secret into the air, not wanting anyone else to hear it. It was strange, she had never heard Remy whisper those words. He was always loud and proud when he said them. A smile tries to spread through the tear streaks covering Y/N's cheeks. "It's not like you'll never come bac-" Y/N's words are cut short by Remy's firm voice. "Kiss me." He held her gaze, not daring to look away, almost like time had frozen. Neither spoke for a minute, Y/N wasn't sure she was even breathing, and her chest was heavy from anxiety, so she wouldn't even be surprised if she stopped breathing, if her heart stopped in the moment, she wouldn't notice, not with his eyes staring into hers the way they were.
Y/N's feet shuffled forward, and her hands slipped from his grasp and moved to his face instead. For the first time in a second since Remy spoke, she let out a breath, and her shoulders relaxed. She shifted up onto her toes and brought him into a long, tender kiss, her fear pouring into it, but she knew he could feel it long before they kissed. Remy's voice wasn't as quiet as before when he started to speak again. "I love you. I'll come back to you. I promise." Y/N swallowed before speaking, leaving a gap of silence one might mistake for her purposely not saying it back, but Remy knew she would always say it back, there would never be any doubt from him. "I love you too, Remy. Please be careful." Her voice was wavering as she spoke to him.
Her hands fall from his cheeks and return to her side. She closes her eyes for a moment, almost as if she were savoring the moment or taking a photo for her memory, before her tired eyes look back at his red ones. Remy steps back and towards the door before giving her one last lingering look before turning completely and walking out the door, leaving it open, and leaving Y/N standing there, allowing her to listen to his retreating footsteps and the front door open and close, her heart aching.
As she hears the front door shut behind him, she sinks to the floor, feeling the fear fully sink in. Hugging her knees to her chest, she reminds herself to take deep breaths through the new tears that trail down her cheeks. In the quiet of the night, the house felt emptier without him, the wind wasn't howling, and the cicadas were silent. Y/N checks on the girls, kissing their foreheads as they sleep peacefully, unaware of the disturbance. She returns to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, clutching a pillow to her chest, waiting for his return like she always had.
Part 2
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It's Over, isn't it? (Farewell kiss part 2)
Word Count: 774
Remy Lebeau x Reader
Summary: The morning after Remy's departure
The light from the rising sun filtered through the sheer curtains in the kitchen, bathing it in a pretty gold that makes it look almost unrealistic. It was something Y/N loved about this part of the house, one of the reasons she wanted it. Her thoughts are paused by the shuffling of little feet against the hardwood floors. Riley and Rose, still rubbing sleep from their eyes, stumbled into the kitchen, mouths open mid-yawn. Y/N stands flipping pancakes, and lets her gaze drift to the girls before going back to the food.
"Mommy, are you making bunny-shaped pancakes again?" Riley questioned as she pulled herself up into a chair. Y/N moves to put Rose in a chair as well before going to the stove and flipping a pancake. "I sure am, honey." She answered after swallowing thickly, afraid she might cry in front of them if they asked about last night or Remy in general. The air in the house felt almost uncomfortable to her, but she ignored it as much as she could and grabbed plates for the girls pancakes before setting both plates on the table in front of them and moving to grab cups that she filled with orange juice. This was the quietest she had been in years, especially since having Riley and Rose.
"Mommy, where's Daddy?" Rose was always observant and had already caught on to something being wrong the moment her father hadn't appeared when the pancakes were done, like he always had. Y/N freezes like she has been caught committing a crime and stops before she could move the frying pan to the sink. "Daddy had to go out last night, sweetheart." Her heart clenched at the mention of Remy. "He'll be back soon." She added that, trying to reassure them, though uncertainty lingered in her voice, she turned to face the girls, who stared at her with wide eyes that looked full of questions.
Riley was next to speak up, her lower lip quivering and her eyes starting to water. "But why did he have to go?" Her voice wavered, mirroring the anxiety that Y/N felt in her own heart. Y/N moved closer to the table, kneeling down to be level with both girls. She sucked in a breath and wiped her own eyes, trying to gather the strength to answer their question. "Daddy had to go help some people who needed him, just like he always does. But he loves us very much, and he'll come back as soon as he can." Her words were slow as she looked for the right words to say to explain it to the girls.
Riley's brows furrowed in confusion. "But he's always home for pancakes." She spoke in almost a whisper, clearly upset by his disappearance. Rose looks out towards the living room, almost like she was patiently waiting for her father to walk in, but Y/N knew she would be waiting awhile if that were true. "Can we call him?" Riley questioned her eyes, searching Y/N's for reassurance. Y/N smiled softly and nodded before speaking. "Of course we can." Y/N knew he wouldn't answer while he was gone, he never did, but that didn't stop her from leaving voicemail.
Y/N stands to find her phone, which was almost always lost when she was home. Finding it, she scrolls until she finds Remy's contact and brings the phone to the girls as it rings. After a minute, they are met with the automated voice saying to leave a message after the beep, which Y/N let the girls take over most of the recording. "
Hi daddy! You're missing the bunny pancakes today, but I think Mommy can save some for you. Oh, and it's Riley!" She exclaimed, saying her name like her father wouldn't know her voice. Y/N turned the phone towards Rose, who spoke quietly. "Hi daddy, I miss you, but I know when you come home you'll stay for even longer, so it's okay." Y/N's heart hurt at her youngest daughter's words.
Y/N ended the voicemail. "Hey Remy, the girls just wanted to talk to you. I hope you can call me whenever you get a chance. The girls would like to hear your voice, and I wouldn't mind either. Love you." She hangs up with a sigh before smiling at the kids. "Okay girls, finish eating before your food is all cold." She goes to start the dishes.
Y/N wished he picked up the phone just this one time, but the kids were satisfied with leaving a voicemail. But somewhere far from their pretty little house, Remy laid on a battlefield, never hearing any voicemail.
Part 3
YOU CAN’T END It's Over, isn't it? LIKE THAT!!!!!! My heart can’t handle whether he’s coming home or not.
Do you want a part 3?
Yes please 🙏
A/N okay, so I had no intentions of making a part 3 or even a part 2, but here we are, so I hope you guys like it. 💗
Fixing what's broken (Farewell kiss part 3)
Word count: 878
Remy Lebeau x Reader
Summary: Y/N takes the girls to see Remy
The mansion buzzed with activity, but all Y/N could focus on was the call she had gotten an hour before, which had come from one of the X-Men, who informed her that Remy had been injured during battle, which caused her to almost leap off the couch in a rush to grab the car keys and the kids. Her thoughts almost caused her to walk right past the door to the room Remy was staying in while he recovered, if it wasn't for Riley planting her feet and pulling Y/N to a stop, she would've walked with Rose until she realized. Y/N stares at the door for a moment, the girls taking that as a moment to speak to her before they see their father.
"Mommy, do you think Daddy's gonna be okay?" Riley's voice was timid, like she was afraid of the answer. Y/N tried to give a comforting smile, but she honestly didn't know how comforting it would actually be. "He'll be alright." Y/N's voice sounded unsure despite her words. She turns to Rose, whom she holds in her arms. "Ready to see Daddy?" She opens the door before Rose can do more than nod. When the door opened, Y/N's heart hurt at the sight of Remy lying on a bed, all bandaged up but still alert. There were cuts on his face and bruises forming everywhere that she could see. She didn't want to imagine what his bruising looked like under his clothes. "Hey, there's my beautiful girls!"
Remy's voice sounded much more energetic than his face looked, it probably hurt to smile from all the bruises and cuts. "Daddy!" Both of the girls exclaimed in unison, with Riley crawling up onto the bed to give him a hug and Y/N placing Rose on the bed to do the same. "Be gentle, girls, Daddy's still in pain, okay?" Y/N tells the two before stepping back and watching the sweet reunion. She felt relief and love, but the knot of worry she'd had since Remy left still hadn't gone away. "C’mere chérie. I'm alright, I promise." He spoke after the girls got comfy and snuggled into his side like they used to when they were babies.
Y/N stepped closer to the bed, and Remy reached out his free arm that wasn't wrapped around the girls, pulling her close. "I'm sorry for worryin’ y’all." He squeezed everyone closer in a hug before pressing a kiss on everyone's forehead. "I really didn't mean to scare ya." His words were directed to Y/N, he knew she probably freaked out when she got the phone call. Y/N closed her eyes, squishing closer to him. "You better not scare us like this again, Remy." She says it firmly. "We need you." Y/N opens her eyes, looking up at him, tears welling up in her eyes. Remy brushes a tear away. "I ain’t goin’ nowhere." He speaks in a comforting voice as he runs his other hand over the top of the girls heads.
Riley moves to look up at her parents, her brow furrowed. "Daddy, you have to be more careful!" She exclaimed, and Rose nodded vigorously in agreement. Remy chuckled softly but winced slightly at the pain in his ribs when he laughed. "I hear y’all loud and clear, I promise to be more careful." He tells the girls, knowing he'd agree to anything for them. "We love you, Remy." Y/N says this as she watches him interact with their kids. He places a sweet kiss on her lips before looking at all three of them. "I love y’all more than anything."
The rest of the afternoon was spent together, with the girl deciding to draw pictures for Remy to look at while he recovered and Y/N sitting next to him watching the girls run back and forth to show off each new piece of art. The sun had started to set, and Y/N knew it was almost time to get the girls home, but she didn't want to leave Remy there by himself and knew the kids wouldn't want to go either. "Remy, I think it's time I took the kids home, probably should make dinner and give them a bath." Her voice was quiet, like she didn't want him to hear the words. Remy's face turned into a small frown as he spoke. "Already?" He asked, looking towards the window, seeing the sun setting and the sky getting dark. "Yeah, but you'll be able to come home with us soon." She tried to comfort him with her words as she stood up from the bed and stretched.
"If you want, I can call you before they fall asleep, so you can say goodnight." Y/N offered as he sat up a little, looking tiredly at the girls who were still drawing. "Yeah, that would be great." He still looked sad, but slightly more cheerful. Y/N steps towards Riley and Rose before speaking up. "Okay girls, let's clean up so we can go." Her words were met with lots of 'no's', but Remy reassured them that they would come back tomorrow to see him. It wasn't like he was going anywhere, right?
Does anyone have any requests or suggestions on what to write? I'm kinda lacking in the ideas department as of late for Remy.
If you're still asking for Remy/reader suggestions - maybe something where reader is injured and Remy has to stay at the mansion with reader or reader will sneak on the x-jet?
Healing Heart's
Word count: 682
Remy Lebeau x Reader
Summary: Y/N gets injured and Remy takes care of her
The fluorescent lights were harsh on Y/N's eyes as she lay in a bed in the medbay. The battle she was in had been hard, but the X-men came out on top, like usual, but as always, it came with someone being injured. Y/N's body ached and burned from scrapes, and she probably had a broken rib or two.
As she looked over, she let out a groan from the pain of shifting in the bed and moving to get up before noticing someone sitting beside her. Remy sat with worry etched on his face, watching her try to leave the bed. "Chérie, stop. You gotta rest." He places a hand on her shoulder to keep her from getting out of bed.
"There's no time for rest, there's always something to do," she huffs, being pushed flat against the pillows. "And the team needs me, Remy. I can't just sit here." She rolls over, leaving her back to face him. "De team can manage without you for a while, you need to heal." She leaves him in silence, definitely upset at the thought of having to stay in the medbay for, god knows, how long.
Over the next few days, Y/N's frustration grew. Every time she heard the rest of the X-Men leave, she felt guilty, causing them to be down a member. She tried many times to sneak out of the mansion, but Remy was always one step ahead of her.
Days later, Y/N was officially done with staying inside and off her feet, she was determined to board the X-Jet with the rest of the X-men. But just as she was about to step on it when Remy appeared in front of her, blocking her path. "Remy, move!" she said, her voice filled with frustration.
She tries to step around him, but Remy moves to block her every time. Remy stood with his arms crossed. "Non, chérie. I ain't lettin' you go out dere to get hurt again when you aren't even fully healed." Y/N stared at him with her brows furrowed in anger before feeling tears of anger and helplessness well up in her eyes. "You don't understand." Her voice wavered. "I have to be there, I have to help." Remy's eyes softened before stepping closer.
He brought his hand up to gently hold her arm. "I do understand." He starts, "But you ain't helpin' nobody if you get hurt worse, let me take care of you." With a huff from Y/N, Remy guides her back into the mansion.
Y/N reluctantly returns to her room, still feeling the guilt gnawing at her. That evening, she laid in bed, tossing and turning, realizing just how boring the mansion was when everyone was on a mission.
A knock pulls her away from her blank stare at the wall. "Brought you somethin' to eat," he said with a smile while opening the door. Y/N sat up in bed, accepting the tray of food.
"Thanks, Remy." Her voice sounded bored when she spoke. "I know it's hard for you to stay behind, but de team understands," he says, taking a seat beside her on the bed. "All we want is for you to get better." Y/N looks into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and concern there. "I'm sorry for being so stubborn."
Remy chuckled after she spoke. "It's one of de t'ings I love about you," he said, smiling at her again. "But you gotta promise me you'll rest and let yourself heal." She sighs before nodding. "I promise."
Over the next few days, Y/N let Remy help her with most things, and she realized that taking care of herself is just as important as helping her team. One morning, when Y/N was able to move around more without pain, she found Remy in the kitchen, making breakfast. Her steps were quiet as she walked up behind him, slipping her arms around his waist. "Merci, Remy," she whispered. "For everything." Remy turns in her hold to look at her, placing a kiss on her nose. "Anytime, chérie, you mean de world to me."
Dad Remy Lebeau
Dad!Remy Lebeau literally freaking out in a grocery store because he lost his toddler after turning away for two seconds.
Dad!Remy Lebeau sitting in a tiny plastic chair with a pink feather boa on because it's tea party day.
Dad!Remy Lebeau watching hundreds of YouTube video trying to figure out how to do the perfect ponytail for his little girls.
Dad!Remy Lebeau who always makes sure to carefully put all of his daughters stuffed animals back on their beds the exact way they were before when he cleans their rooms.
Dad!Remy Lebeau who makes sure to get his daughters favorite candy whenever he goes to the store without them.
Dad!Remy Lebeau who likes to get up early on Saturday's to make beignets.
Dad!Remy Lebeau who has accepted that his kids will always make him late everywhere even if he tries to plan for them to get there early.
Dad!Remy Lebeau who genuinely doesn't know how Y/N takes care of the kids all alone when he's gone.
Dad!Remy Lebeau who teaches his kids how to ride bikes and even when they know how to ride completely on their own they still ask him to give them a push. (he definitely knows they can go without a push but does it anyway)
Dad!Remy Lebeau who will actually check for monsters when his kids ask because who knows maybe something really is under their bed?
A/N: I'm back!! (Kinda)
Dad!Remy Lebeau : Part 2
Dad!Remy Lebeau who cries every time on his daughters first day of school. (even when they get to high school)
Dad!Remy Lebeau who took the girls to adopt their first cat's when they were in middle school.
Dad!Remy Lebeau who bakes with his kids at least twice a month but usually more.
Dad!Remy Lebeau who let's the girls eat raw cake batter even though Y/N yells at him not to. (they're probably eating the batter with raw eggs in it)
Dad!Remy Lebeau who makes his kids a fort to sleep in when it's raining outside and if it's a thunderstorm he sleeps in there with them. (his back doesn't appreciate it though)
Dad!Remy Lebeau who keeps every single father's day card he gets because each one is special. (he really just likes seeing the girls handwriting get better and better until their just making card themselves)
Dad!Remy Lebeau who loves taking the girls to their after-school activities and he stays the whole time. (he refuses to just drop his kids off)
Dad!Remy Lebeau who gets to experience carpooling and suddenly he has 5 toddler's that he's agreed to bring to ballet class along with his oldest daughter. (he's never doing it again)
Dad!Remy Lebeau who drives a minivan unless he's leaving for a mission.
Dad!Remy Lebeau who freaked out when he heard that his daughter had been exposed to lice at school. (she didn't have any but Remy was horrified at the thought)
Dad!Remy Lebeau who will love his family till the day he dies.