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RHAENYRA & DAENERYS House of the Dragon (2022-) | Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Possessive much? Fez x reader drabble

summary: After finding out another girl tried fucking your boyfriend you show a side you never saw before

warnings: nothing really, fluffiness, cussing, talks about guns

Y/n was not a very possessive person especially with Fezco, you knew he could handle himself, but you also know damn well Fez wouldn't fight a girl if she fucked with him, so whenever you found out from Faye that a cilent of his tried fucking your boyfriend then insulted and belittled him after he rejected her.

You had went over first thing next morning, Fez sitting at the table in the living room counting his money, you start looking around, under couch cushions, behind pictures "What the hell you lookin for this early?" Your boyfriend asked, it obvious he had been awake alot longer than you "One of your guns" You said, focused at the task at hand, Fez threw a small mini lighter at you "What you worried about my guns for?" He asked leaning back giving you his full attention now, you weren't a violent person so why the fuck were you currently looking for a gun "Is someone fuckin with you" He asked a few seconds later "No. I'm not gonna let some woman come up in my boyfriend's house, try to fuck him then disrespect him! especially when you're doing the bitch a favor!" You ranted, your face getting redder with every word that left your lips, Fez's response was the opposite of yours though, he sat there looking at you chuckling to himself "What the hell is so funny!? I'm not gonna let some bitch disrespect you!" You yelled but he just still sat there and giggled, eventually he reached out pulling you up on his lap "You this upset about that mama?" He laughed looking at you, you huffed looking at him "Yes!" You yelled crossing your arms "I'm gonna be the fucking bitch's ass!" You threatened, your rants being silenced by Fez pressing his lips against yours, you still huffed but cupped his cheeks, running the pads of your thumbs over his beard, pulling away taking a moment to admire him, Fez somehow doing the same thing to you. He was like a dream, like a dream you never wanted to wake up from, the type of dream you wake up from and spend most of your time trying to go back to that dream or thinking about said dream. "It's cute when you're mad...epecially whenever it's about standing up for your man" Fez teased resting his hands on your hips, You sighed looking at him "it makes me upset knowing someone is a dick to you..you've dealt with enough shit.." You explained, not feeling his hands slowly running up and down your back until his thumbs tucked themselves into the waistline of your pants. "Mr. Fez...your hands are getting very risky" You giggled resting your hands on his shoulders, he smirked at you "Can't help it..You look good wearin my sweats" He smiled glancing at his sweatpants you had stolen "What're you talking about?.." You asked looking down at your sweatpants "These are mine?" You added on grabbing the fabric "Nah mama, these are mine" Fez whispered leaning up ripping the tag out of the back of the sweatpants holding them up "You don't wear no large in men" He smirked watching your face heat up "well they're mine now" You huffed kissing him one last time before standing up "Now seriously, where the fuck are your guns?" You deadpanned looking at your now shocked boyfriend who laid sprawled out on the couch "It's not happening" Fez said shaking his head looking at you "You ain't shooting anybody, or fightin anybody, you're gonna sit your cute ass back down on my lap and watch this movie with me" Fez demanded holding onto your pointer and ring finger "You're lucky your cute" You grumbled sitting back down on his lap laying your head against his chest "I love you mama" He whispered kissing your forehead.

The Pack’s Reaction to You Leaving Your Bra at Their House:

Still working on ships and story requests, but decided to take a break and do another Pack reaction post :) 

SAM- “Babe, you left something over here last night, but no worries. I went ahead and washed it for you and figured you could just leave it here for when you spend the night next time.”

JARED- “Wasn’t sure if it belonged to you or my other girlfriend. Wait, babe! I was kidding!!”

PAUL- “Guess that means you have to come back and get it. But you’ll have to ask nicely.” ;)

JACOB- “Gave it to ‘ya so good it made you forget the essentials?” 

EMBRY- “You left the red bra, and you know that one is my favorite! You’re such a tease.”  

QUIL- “Well, it’s mine now. Good luck getting it back.”

SETH- “So last night wasn’t a dream?” 

LEAH- “Really?” *smirks* “Who told you to take it off anyway?” 

staring problem | ekko x reader

Word Count: 2,000 Notes: Not particularly sexual, but MDNI, AFAB!Reader. Body (boob?) worship, tight-fitting clothing (no sizes mentioned), fluff, couch cuddling, the briefest food mention of all time. Ekko might have an oral fixation. The prompt for this warmup was literally just Ekko loving on your boobs, do with that what you will. No description of breast size.

Looking back on it, you absolutely knew what would happen when you squeezed into this tiny little black top.

In your defense, though, you had only been curious if it would even fit, pleasantly surprised to find that the soft material was designed to stretch and hug your frame like a second skin.

And it was just so warm that you couldn't bring yourself to peel it back off, not when the first wisps of winter are already twisting through the air. Niping at your nose, frosting the ground, and squeezing through the cracks in your front door, desperate to terrorize you and your already cold feet.

If anything, it's Ekko's fault for bringing it to you.

Some little thing he found while sorting through the new batch of clothes collected for the Firelights. But for someone so intelligent, he sure looks shocked the moment he looks up and sees you standing in the middle of the base.

You're pretending that you notice the way his eyes go wide, feigning ignorance, as you hang these new decorative lights. Using a hoverboard would have made this easier, wouldn't have had to reach so far overhead, but there's an ulterior motive here. Shamelessly twisting your body. Blissfully unaware of the familiar gaze that drinks in your frame, like a man who has just found a glass of water in the desert.

"Please be careful," Ekko's gloved hand presses into your lower back, and you don't need to look to know that the other is in front of you. Ready to catch you the moment you slip.

But try as he might, he can't keep his attention focused on what you're doing. Distracted by something that isn't your diligent hands, securing the string of lights to the wall.

Even after you've finished with them, and Scar calls Ekko over to come look at the engine they're repairing, you can't help but feel as if you're being stared at.

It's one thing to feel the other Firelights looking you over. With so many newcomers these days, all with varying estimations of how long it's socially acceptable to stare at someone, it's bound to happen, but this is different. The script has flipped.

For once, it's Ekko staring at you.

He thinks he's being subtle about it. Looking over his shoulder every time you walk past, going out of his way to ask you questions that he definitely knows the answer to. He's up on the balcony, head swiveling to keep up with you as you walk around the tree. Just so happens to think there's an issue with his hoverboard, one that requires him to fly past you half a dozen times.

You've got a fairly good idea of what could possibly have him so distracted, but it's only confirmed later in the afternoon when you're all huddled around for a meeting. It's another one of Scar's debates about capacity issues, and this time, it sounds like they're actually making progress on it, but...oh, what the hell. You're not listening.

You can't.

Not when Ekko is sitting eight feet across from you, hands clasped in front of his face, staring dead at your chest without the slightest hint of awareness of what he's doing. As if one quick glance won't reveal that he's more focused on the shape of your breasts than the overwhelming topic of where to put everyone. No bra to alter their shape into something modest, and with the way this shirt hugs every single inch...

You cross your arms, letting the motion squish your boobs into a new position.

Ekko's eyes dart up to your face. Caught red-handed.

"Ekko, you got any ideas?" Scar tilts his head, briefly looking toward you, then back to Ekko. Seems he caught on to what was happening a long time ago.

For once in his life, Ekko doesn't have a single clever suggestion to offer. A crucial mistake that keeps him at the meeting long after it ends; the capacity issue won't solve itself, and ideas don't grow on trees.

You're settled into the patchwork couch when Ekko finally pushes through the door. Face paint smeared across his forehead, some of it mysteriously staining his cheek, as if he's wiped his head with his hand and then rested his face in it. One of these days, he'll figure out how to get the consistency right with these new materials, but until then...

"Did the kids get you with a paintbrush again?" You giggle, aimlessly reaching out for him despite how far away he is.

Every muscle in his body seems to relax at the very sight of you, tension melting away like metal under one of his blowtorches. "I smeared it all over my face again, didn't I?" His voice has already lost its usual confidence, resigned to something much quieter.

Any other day, you would chide him for walking out of his shoes, leaving them scattered across the floor to be tripped over later, but you don't think he even has the energy to carry them over to their designated place by the door. All lazy smiles and half-lidded eyes, collapsing into you the moment he's deemed himself close enough.

"And here I thought I would have an easy day," Ekko grumbles right into your collar, groggy voice vibrating through your bones.

"An easy day for the leader of the Firelights?" You tease, running your hand up the back of his neck, nails tracing against his skin. "Never."

His whine cuts through the air, long and drawn out, as if being reminded of his status is the worst thing he could possibly hear right now.

"I'm sorry," laughing, you press a kiss to his forehead, where you're certain you'll get the least amount of paint on your lips.

All he has the strength to do is groan again, tilting his head until he's fully buried his face into your chest. Maybe if he snuggles close enough, nobody will be able to come ask for another favor that he'll inevitably say yes to.

"I should have never given you this shirt," Ekko still isn't lifting his head. Content to stay here with his face smashed into nondescript fabric for the rest of his life.

"What, you don't think it looks good on me?" Feigning hurt.

"It looks gorgeous on you," it comes out a little too fast. Seems he's been sitting on that thought for a while now. "That's the problem."

"I can tell," you have to momentarily pause with that thought, preoccupied with sorting his hair back into place. "You spent half of the afternoon and the entirety of the meeting staring at my chest. I'm shocked Scar didn't call you out on it."

"Oh, he's never gonna let me live it down," Ekko's tired chuckle is the prettiest thing you've heard all day. You can only imagine what went on the moment you left.

But one can only lie next to one's favorite temptation for so long. It's only a matter of minutes before he begins to wander, using the tip of his nose as a guide, wandering across your chest until he brushes over the soft swell of your breast.

A vague, warm pressure greets you. There and gone in a matter of milliseconds, leaving behind a coolness that wasn't there before.

And he does it again, a little bit slower this time. Easier for you to catch. The swift dart of his tongue, wetting the material of your shirt, and maybe he's misplaced his concepts of shame because there's no trace of it to be found today. Content to mouth over your breast, no real end goal to be found. Doing it just for the hell of it.

"What could you possibly be doing?"

No answer.

You're making no move to stop him. It's comparable to a feather-light massage, diligently working over you, leaving no space unattended to. He'd make this his full-time job if circumstances would allow it.

The left half of your shirt is almost entirely damp, your nipple gradually hardening from the cold, poking through the fabric, only to be greeted with his burning mouth. Tongue flicking over it, the faintest pressure of his teeth sending it off.

But the right side can only be neglected for so long, stealing his attention away from your left. Marking it in much of the same way while his hand rises to cover the wet mess he's made of you, warding off the chill before it can grow uncomfortable.

"How long." Kiss. "Will you." Kiss. "Let me do this for?"

You trace the outline of his jaw with the tips of your fingers, humming. "I haven't thought that far yet."

Forever, or until you can't stand it anymore. Whichever comes first.

Enabling him is the worst thing you can do in this situation. You've only got so much time before the dinner bell rings. Even less to change shirts and scurry across the hideout before everything grows cold, but you just can't bring yourself to deny him...whatever this is.

Even if you did want to, it's so hard to find your voice when he peeks up at you. Gentle brown eyes peering through thick lashes, drinking in your expression as he mouths at your breast, drool spilling off his tongue like you're the best thing he's ever tasted.

His hand appears at the hem of your shirt, pushing it upward. Past your belly and over the stunning swell of your chest, and fuck, those eyes sparkle at the sight that greets him.

That mouth of his wobbles. Opening and closing, visibly searching for words that he doesn't have the capacity to conjure up right now. Doesn't find them until after he's pressed a kiss into the underside of your boob. "Has anyone ever told you that you're breathtaking?"

"You," deadpanning. "Every day since the day I met you."

Ekko looks away from you, suddenly very, very interested in the stitching of the couch. As if he's ever cared about the odd green square that covers up the burn mark one of his inventions left behind.

It's remarkably easy to slip your hand beneath his chin, delicately turning him back to look at you. His eyes are a tad reluctant to meet with yours, still bracing for the impact of you expressing some kind of irritation with him that has never, ever been there.

"And I love every second of it." Whispering. A secret meant solely for the two of you to share.

Oh, he just lights up at the sound of that. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He's still just as slow as he was the first time. Diligently kissing at your soft skin, loving on every little inch. Hot, wet tongue tracing shapes and his fingers smearing the saliva left behind. The other hand works carefully at the side he's not playing with yet, massaging loose circles into it. His callouses are just the right amount of friction, enough to create a slight drag that you can't possibly ignore.

"And you don't mind me doin' this?" He shouldn't be talking with his lips half wrapped around your nipple, but ugh, the vibration of his voice...

You're not sure when your hand made its way to the back of his neck, but its there, stroking up and down in a manner that always makes him melt. "I would have told you if it bothered me."

If you had known that something as simple as a new, form-fitting shirt would have ended in this, you would have invested in one sooner. Scratch that, an entire clothing business. Maybe you can find a shirt that'll fit him, too. Give yourself an excuse to kiss and suck on those lovely, bulging biceps that you so often find yourself staring at.

A yawn takes over his handsome face. Contagious. Passing on to you like a bad cold. And just like that, it wanders back to him, running its course through him one, two, three more times until his eyes have watered to the point of tears streaming down his cheeks.

Your thumb swipes out, stroking them away and smearing even more of the paint across his face. Oops. "You still have time for a nap if that's what you need."

"Here?" There's that glint in his eye again. Hopeful.

The bed would be so much more comfortable, but... "I don't see why not."

And as he helps to pull your shirt back down and snuggles down into his favorite spot on your chest, you can't help but get the feeling that you've unintentionally created his new favorite thing to do with you.

...not that you're complaining.

Family protects family - Fez x reader, Platonic Ashtray x reader

Summary: After a guy tries to get handsy when Fez isn't around Ashtray takes it upon himself to protect his mother figure

Warnings: usual euphoria harm, attempted sa, groping, guns, ashtray killing a man in front of you, drugs, smoking weed

Fez sat on the couch counting his money, you being in his bedroom writing an essay for history, although the knocking at the door pulled you out of your thoughts, getting up you walked to the doorway listening in trying to see who had just come in. "Hey man...I need like...seven.." You heard a guy mumble, hearing something fall and hit the ground you rushed out standing behind the couch where Fez sat, seeing it was one of Fez's trays you picked it up setting it back on the table before he could. You shook a bit feeling the guy's gaze on you, slowly sitting on Fez's lap you rested your head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around you "Shit...uh...You know what..since I know you..stay here..I gotta go grab this shit then I'll be able to get you your shit" Fez explained, he looked down at you rubbing your back "You gonna be alright?..Or you wanna go with me?" He asked "I'm gonna finish my assignment. Don't take too long" You warned standing up with him kissing him goodbye before heading back to your shared room, Ash not far behind you standing in the doorway "I'mma be in my room..yell or do the thing if anything happens" He said sternly before heading back to his room keeping a eye on the guy in the living room, by 'the thing' he means press the volume button on your phone three times rapidly and it'd send a text to both Ash and Fez whenever you needed help (mainly being used for you being drunk and lost at a party).

It was took five minutes to be sucked back into your mind, focused on finishing this stupid ass assignment, it took Ten for the Dave to make some sort of noise, now in your and Fez's bedroom standing at the corner of the bed, you jumped chuckling a bit looking at the guy "You scared me-" You chuckled "-What's up is there something wrong?" You asked him grabbing your phone ready to text Ash, his eyes caught your movements and he coughed "U-Uh just wonderin if I could get a cup of water?" Dave asked watching you closely "Oh! yea I can get that for you" You smiled standing up, why are you so nervous around him? Stepping into the kitchen you grabbed a cup and started to fill it up. You tried to wash off the wave of anxiety you felt, turning around to hand him the water you immedietly dropped it. The sound of glass shattering and you whimper Ashtray rushed out of his room, shotgun in hand, whenever he walked in he knew what he had to do, even if it upset you at the time, Fez would be pissed if he found out Ash let another guy grab you like that without getting at least hospitalized. He put the shotgun down seeeing you on the ground curled up and Dave frozen staring at him, Ashtray lunged tackling him, the guy's head slamming off the counter as Ashtray repeatedly swung at him "Ashtray stop it! Stop it!" You yelled tugging the boy off watching as he glared at you "Y/n/n..I can't let him get away with this...Fez would never.." He whispered picking up the shotgun off the counter again, you quickly hid your face and covered your ears crying loudly, violence was the last thing you wanted, Ash was still so young in your eyes, he'd never really-

It was quiet, Fez rushing back to the house, Ash cleaning up Dave's body and blood, and you, sitting where you fell, surrounded by broken glass and faint blood colored water, Ashtray tried to talk to you, but soon enough just sat next you hugging you tightly until Fez bursted through the door, Ash standing up looking at Fez "Is everything cleaned?" He asked lowly making quick strides over to you "yea...no trace.." Ash mumbled "She hasn't said anything...I'm worried about her" He added on watched as his brother kneeled down in front of you grabbing your hands softly.

"Mama..come on back to me..let's get you outta this glass..get you in the shower..we can watch a movie?" He suggested rubbing the pads of his thumbs over your hands, you glanced up at him sniffling "I'm sorry" You whispered hugging him tightly. After Fez took you off Ashtray stood there staring at the kitchen, he grew up with you always being around, at first as just one of Fezco's friends then you became Fez's little pocket full of sunshine, growing up sheltered and never really seeing the bad in the world, and Fez understood that and would do anything to protect you, that doesn't mean you haven't been through fucked up shit though, that's why both boys loved you so much, through all the bad shit you go through it's like you come out happier than ever, like you just take in negative energy and turn it into pure happiness, you were always close with Ash, but you were close with any kid, they always trusted you, Fez always told you that they're drawn to you because you're meant to be an amazing mother, and it just proved his point the closer you got with Ashtray. He walked to his brother's room, wanting to check on you, nervous that you might be upset with him.

Instead he just went to his room, knowing he'd have to apologize to you tomorrow. The next morning though you walked out looking like a brand new version of yourself, breakfast was made, the house was spotless, and the laundry was folded to best of your ability. Fez was clung to you, making sure no threat come within a fifty foot distance of you, what was difference though was Ashtray was nowhere to be found, still curled up in bed, hidden under the covers. You gave it about 20 minutes before walking in throwing yourself on Ash's bed next to him resting a hand on his shoulder "Ashtraaaay, wake up! I made your favorite, I owe it to you for saving me" You smiled shaking him a bit, that's when you noticed the tear streaks on his face from the night before, choosing to keep it to yourself for now. "I thought you were mad at me for doing that shit" He asked nervously looking at you "I was...for a few minutes...then it hit me what was happening" You whispered hugging him tightly kissing his cheek "Come on little man, let's go eat before your brother finishes it all off" You smiled pulling him out of bed and to the kitchen "I found sleeping beauty!" You smiled walking Ash to eat breakfast at the table with you guys.

The three of you sat around the table, talking about your plans for the day, you guys weren't rich, you weren't big shots, but you had each other, that's all you needed, you took care of them and they did the same for you, you guys were family, and nobody was to fuck with your family without getting hurt.

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

Poly line brain rot, how about when reader is sick, shes got the boys worried and James and faith fighting each other to play nurse

She eventually gets sick of it and screams at them both to get out, marko and paul keep an eye on her, Dwayne metaphorically bangs their heads together and is like 'guys, seriously, shes sick, get your shit together and get along for 5 minutes'

And they try, they do, but it's not perfect

“I can play nurse”

Faith x reader x James, reader x father lost boys

A dreaded day had washed over the cave, the day you got sick. Faith had woken up that evening, attached to you as she always does in her sleep. But when she woke up she had found you to be extremely warm, too warm.

You woke up groggy and with a massive migraine. You tried to hide it as today was the usual day you, faith and James would go on a date. Faith saw through you straight away and went to fetch star, who wasn’t in as she had found a boy to entertain her time with.

Her next best bet was her favourite of your fathers, marko. Marko and faith has a mentor and student type of relationship and she greatly admired him even though she would never forgive him for what he put you through hell when you were a child.

“(Y/n)s sick” faith blurted out nervously when she entered the common area of the cave where Paul, Marko and Dwayne sat.

“What?” Marko questioned with worry

“She’s got a fever and she’s mumbling unintelligibly” faith said as she fiddled with her long night shirt which was actually yours. She preferred to sleep in your oversized band shirts because your scent and perfume always helped her sleep, she refused to wear any ‘that heathen’ had worn previously though.

“What should we do?” Paul questioned Dwayne as he was the most rational

“Tell David and make sure to keep her hydrated” Dwayne answered “if she gets any worse, faith can take her to the doctors”

“I can take care of her for the time being” faith offered or more demanded, this was her chance to spend extra time with you while James couldn’t.

“We should probably take care of her” Dwayne denies faiths request “we can’t get sick, your human and you don’t want to get sick”

“I don’t mind getting sick” faith reassured “I have a really strong immune system so I probably won’t anyway”

“See” marko stands up and puts his arm around faiths shoulder “faiths got it under control and we can help”

Faith was grateful she had Marko as an ally. She used to get pushed out of conversations and decisions quite easily when she first began living in the cave but when marko took a shining to her, she was never left out again and he always had her back. Kind of like a bad influence older brother.

“If you say so” Dwayne huffs out as he gets up to check up on you “we’ll still be taking care of her though”

Dwayne couldn’t help his possessiveness. He liked faith, he truly did, but she was yet another person who could take you away from your fathers and he despised that. Even if he liked the girl he still wanted to tear her head off of her shoulders whenever he saw her kiss or embrace his little girl.

Marko went to tell David the news. Dwayne and faith went off to check on you but Paul had other plans. Paul wanted to shit stir.

He strolled out of the cave as it the sun had just gone down and went to the phone booth near the bluff and dialled up maxs phone.

“Maxs residence, this is his son speaking” James answered and Paul snickered

“Son? That was quick” Paul teased, he heard a deep sigh through the phone and laughed harder

“What do you want shithead?” James seethed out at Paul in frustration

“I’m just calling you to let you know that unfortunately your date has been cancelled” Paul said with a over the top nonchalant tone

“Oh and whys that?” James questioned through gritted teeth, already tired of Paul’s antics

“Well she can’t exactly turn up when she’s sick, that what would just be cruel” Paul gasped out in fake offence.

“She’s sick?!” James rushed out in worry

“Yep, poor girls got a fever and can barely string together a sentence” Paul smirked into the phone

There was a long silence before Paul heard the jingling of keys and the rushed sound of shoes being put on.

“I’ll be over in ten minutes” James rushed out as he put the phone down and ran through the door.

“I’m counting on it” Paul smirked out at his evil genius plan.

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“How are you feeling honey?” Faith asked gently as she moved stray hairs from your sweaty forehead

You just mumbled incoherently into your pillow as you pulled the covers close to your chest. Dwayne looked at you with sympathetic eyes as he put more water to your mouth but you rejected it.

Suddenly the two of them heard stomping footsteps through the cave as they got closer and the door slammed open to reveal a fuming James and a smirking Paul.

“Oh baby” James rushed to your side and pushed faith back “are you okay?”

You nodded your head into your pillow as you coughed and shivered into your blankets

“Thanks for telling me faith” James seethed sarcastically as Dwayne rolled his eyes

“I’ve been taking care of her” faith defends herself “it’s not my fault you live in town”

“You always find a way to throw that back into my face” James argues “I don’t live here because the you cried to David about me”

“That’s not true” faith denies and gets in James face “David asked me if you’d make a good roommate and I told him my honest opinion”

“You just know she’d want to spend more time with me if I lived here” James mocked cruelly

“Oh go back to your sugar daddy max you stupid waste of air” faith responded with anger

“Don’t get mad because the head of the family likes me better than the prissy little bitch” James jabs his finger into faiths shoulder and she pushes him

“Max isn’t the head of the family, David is” faith defends David, her powerful ally “you’d know that if you were actually part of the family”

“I don’t want to be part of this sick circus of cruelty” James yells back “as soon as I get the chance I’m getting her out of this freak show”

“I’ll kill you before you even get the chance” faith yells back

Dwayne and Paul watch this with amused expression before they notice you covering your ears and whimpering into your pillow in pain. Dwayne growls lowly as he goes to intervene

“Shut up” you groan out, beating Dwayne to the punch “if your going to keep yelling just get out”

This took the two of them by surprise. Sure you’d hand James his ass whenever he was being a prick or was simply taking bad about faith but you’d never snapped at faith before. You knew she was an emotionally fragile person when it came to you so you would usually have gentle talks with her but tonight you were to sick and tired to care

Dwayne grabs the two of the blondes by the ears and yanks them out of your room as they groaned in pain at his hold.

He drags the two of them into the hall and pushes them against the tunnels of the cave and gives them a frightening glare

“I understand the two of you have a grand total of two brain cells combined whenever your around each other” Dwayne insulted them with a glare “but my child is extremely sick right now and I will not have you two little fuckers making her worse”

The two of them stood slack jawed at Dwayne’s words and didn’t dare move until he finished his speech

“If you two really want to help you’ll slap on a smile and help us take care of your sick girlfriend and my sick daughter” Dwayne scolds them harshly

“OUR sick daughter” Paul corrects, feeling left out. Dwayne turns to him with a ferocious look as he slowly got closer

“Don’t think I don’t know who’s to blame for this situation” Dwayne growls out “now shut up and help these fools to take care of OUR sick daughter who’s situation you made worse”

“Yes sir” Paul muttered out like a scolded child as he went to your room to comfort you.

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Faith and James entered your bedroom with a tray full of food on it and placed it on the bed as they gently woke you up.

“We made you soup honey” faith whispers gently

“I made soup and you filled a bottle up with water” James muttered out but stops when faith jabs him in the ribs with her elbow.

“Is there anything we can do honey?” Faith asks genuinely while rubbing your hands affectionately

“I can play nurse for you?” James jokes with a smirk but is again stopped by faiths elbow to his ribs as he swats the back of her head.

“I want my daddy” you said with tears in your eyes, resorting to a childlike manner that you used to do when you were younger

“Oh honey” faith gently carcasses your cheeks “David’s busy-“

“I’m here baby” David interrupts faith and storms past and pushes them both away “can we have some privacy please?”

The two reluctantly left the room with promises to be back later. David crawled into bed with you and leaned your sweaty, hot head on his chest with his arm around your shoulders.

“Your not looking so hot kid” David joked and you choked on a laugh and cry at the same time as David rubbed your back comfortingly.

“I don’t feel good daddy” you whimpered out, slightly embarrassed at your deleterious sick state making you act so childlike.

“It’s okay kid” David pats your back reassuringly “daddy’s here now”

No matter what, David wanted to make sure you would always want your fathers first. He’d make sure of it. He’d kill those two idiots if it meant that you would only have the boys left to take care of you. He’ll keep them around for now, until you get bored and accept your place in their legacy and accept that they are all you need.

They’re poor sick baby.