#dad!ghost

With the mouth on that man, Simon Riley definitely has the absolute sassiest little toddler. She’s only three and hardly goes up to his thigh but she will straight up tell him no. It’s a forceful “no”, too, direct and intense, just like her dad. It's even more ridiculous, too, because she's picked up a bit on his accent. Honestly, she’s a delight for you, normally agreeing with a sweet little “yes, mama!” if you tell her it’s time for bed or that she needs to eat just a few more vegetables but her dad does not get the same sweet temperament all of the time. 

You’re on the carpeted floor of her bedroom with photo albums sprawled about, trying to tire out your toddler before bed by showing her your wedding pictures. She’s tired of all the many picture books you and Simon normally read her. Besides, she loves pressing her tiny fingers to the images, squealing with delight as you point out everyone in the images. “See, baby? There’s mama, and your daddy, and here’s your Uncle Johnny, too.”

“Mama, so pretty!” She admires the photographs of you in white the most, tracing her fingers over the fabric of your dress as if to feel it through the image.

When Simon tries to join in, though, his eyes also lingering on the solo images of you in your dress, he doesn’t get the same praise you do. “Is daddy not pretty, too-?” Before he can even complete the playful question in that gruff voice of his, your daughter is sending him a glare.

“Shhh! Don’t talk!” She plops herself into his lap, her little form curled up against him. Her words are blunt and direct in the way only kids can be. 

You have to hold back a laugh as Simon looks down at her in astonishment. He pokes her side, tickling her plush little tummy. “It’s like tha’, huh? I can’t talk but you can use me as a chair? You’ve been spendin’ too much time with your Uncle Johnny. Spoiled thing, you are.” Her shrill giggles fill the room as she wiggles in his lap.

“You sure that sass is not from you, my love?” You ask with an amused raise of your brows.

“You callin’ me mouthy?”

“I am.”

While Simon was helping you prepare for supper, he decided to take a peek at the living room because his daughter had just been a tad bit too quiet this whole time.

He sees her there, sitting by the warmth of the fireplace that enveloped around her like the comforting arms of her mother that was making her daughter's favorite dish in the kitchen right over in the next room. She was just staring at the presents under the bright Christmas tree, she didn't even look like she wanted to open them.

Simon approaches her carefully, making his presence known as not to startle her. Her eyes already looked glossy, scaring her would be the last thing he wanted.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Simon asks gently, straight to the point as he places a comforting hand on her back. She doesn't sob, only looks up at him with a disappointed expression.

"Daddy...is it true that Santa isn't real?" She questions with a curious yet obviously heartbroken tone. Simon pauses, not expecting the problem to be something as simple as this. Okay, well maybe it wasn't because it took Simon a good minute to think of what to say.

He chooses to tell her the truth. Simon knew she might get disappointed, even cry a little. But it's normal, she'd find out eventually and this was a good time for it to happen.

"I'm sorry, sweetie..But Santa isn't real, yeah? That doesn't mean the magic of Christmas is going to go away anytime soon though, mummy and daddy are going to make it special for you every single year." When the words leave Simon's mouth, he was bracing himself to see his precious little girl cry.

Yet he was only met with interest. "So that means...mommy and daddy are like Santa Claus and Mrs. Claus?" She asks, a new glimmer in her eyes starting to sparkle. It certainly took Simon aback since it wasn't what he expected.

He lets out a hearty chuckle, picking her up and walking to bring her over to the kitchen. "You could say it like that, sweets. Now, let's go help your mum make the cookies like the cheeky elf you are."

(My Grandmother had this happen! Each kid under an hour. My grandfather nearly had a heart attack! He’d always hesitate to leave her alone. Suspicious she was ‘purposefully’ going into labor when he wasn’t there to help her. Lol…)

Okay, that is so funny and adorable! Hehe, omg, I love this. Dad!141 is my favorite. I love writing them as fathers or as potential fathers. And this prompt is just an excuse to do that! Thank you so much for sending it in. Enjoy!!

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Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (MDNI): married life, pregnancy, childbirth, domestic fluff, swearing, humor

Word Count: 2.1k

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if series

But then one day they get called at school bc the wee girl hit a boy, because he said her dad looks weird and scary, he’s a monster. While Simón could see it coming one day or another — and let’s not lie to each other, so did his partner —, he didn’t react except for a simple « good. ». His partner, on the other hand, was fuming, because what do you mean you are talking to us about our girl defending herself from the mean things other kids are saying and defending her father, have you talked about the other kid’s parents? Have you talked to the kid himself about not saying things like this ? About not judging people and the whole « dont’ judge a book by its cover » type of shit ? About how they will not be punishing their daughter for dealing with what the school was incapable of fixing, her own way. Just because he had scars on his face did not mean he’s weird, he is a veteran for fuck sake, he has seen things you wouldn’t dare to imagine, and you let children make fun of that and people’s appearance ?

“Do you want to hold her?” Your soft and tired voice sounded from the hospital bed. You held out your minutes old daughter, beckoning him to take her. His feet moved before he could think.

He realized his promise had broken as he stared at his newborn, so tiny in his big arms. He could almost feel his inner child leaping with joy. His daughter yawned and then cooed, her small nose scrunching up.

“You’re no bigger than my arm, hm?” He croons. “Just a little ankle-biter.” His other arm comes up to fix the little beanie the nurses had put on her minutes previously. It was at this moment when he realized he would go through hell and back for her.

Simon Riley who would move heaven and earth for your son, if it'd make the little boy happy. He absolutely hates seeing your son cry, and going to the store is a losing battle for Simon's bank account.

Synopsis: Your husband wants your company..

A/n: GUYS OMG, I know it's been 1 month and a little more since my last official work. I've been procrastinating on this for so long since I only have less than a week till school again.. Also everyone I love on this app is just disappearing, like @ghost-cyphera just deleted her account 4 days ago and I got the notif but didn't see it in time, I didn't even get to say goodbye. Just wanted to apologize to you guys after being gone for so long as well. Also, another villain!Ghost drabble? 👀

Finding it difficult to walk was one of the least things you've suspected you'd be concerned of upon conceiving, always needing your handmaiden's help in such a mundane task was shameful to say the least but your husband insisted.

If it hadn't been the hand maiden then it would've been him instead, you couldn't keep him from his duties from the kingdom as he carried even yours. Wanting you to turn your attention to the health of the babe growing in you and especially yourself..

"My lady.." you were pulled out of your thoughts by the voice of your handmaiden. You took in a breath from the cool air that blew on your face as you stood by the stone railing..

"Yes, Leticia?" You turned to her..

"The prince consort has requested your company.." Leticia announced, you nod as you removed your hand from the cold stone. You glanced once more to the people of your kingdom, going about their day and life before gently lifting yourself off from leaning on the stone.

Leticia offered you her arm to help you walk more efficiently..

...

"You sent for me..?" You asked your husband, he was sat and signing another set of documents and scrolls. You closed the door, palms gently pushing till you heard it click.

"No, I told them to announce my arrival to you. How dare they exert my wife by giving her false instructions.." he huffed to which you laughed. He wouldn't do anything violent about it, as he so usually does with staff that don't comply but he knew it'd upset you if anything gory were to happen to them.

"I am quite alright, I need to move around too. It's proven to be good for our child." You said, sitting next to the graciously comfortable chair next to his working desk that he had someone make for you.

You felt relief from the pressure previously on your back, hand on the bump of your stomach and with that a sigh came from your lips. Peacefully watching your husband, the sound of the satisfying scratching of the quill on the crisp papers.

You felt his hand grasp yours, he pulled it, lips resting on the back. His affection made your heart beat faster and he felt it, the pad of his index finger on your wrist. The thumping made him chuckle as you smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder.

"You should rest for a while, my love. You'd work yourself to sickness at this point." You kiss his cheek softly. He put his quill down, "If that's my wife wants.." he said.

He wrapped his arm around you, the other hand placed on your baby bump. His thumb gently rubbing, you jolted a bit feeling a strong kick..

It made you groan, how restless the rascal is. Your husband adjusted his hand to feel the next kick.. he'd swear it was a girl, not that he'd care for that sort of thing. He'd kill for them either way, especially for you. He could stare at you all day, swollen with his child.

How glowing you looked wrapped in the finest silk and the gold and jewels in your hair and body clicking upon contact with another piece, he wished he could tell you how utterly speechless you'd leave each man by just walking passed them but to him no word is enough to describe you.

At least he could spend these small intimate moments with just you and you alone, free of the world for even just a few minutes as he needed a break from the work he very much was eager to do to be able to receive praise from his wife..

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You finished night chores in the kitchen after dinner and Simon was laying in bed “enjoying” Manchester match alone, since you were too loud 🙄

Once you get in bed too you toke a look at the screen.

“Unlucky one?” You say softly sitting next to him, he was grumpy, so you kissed him.

He signed not kissing you back, so you give him two more but he leans his head on the side ignoring you.

“C’mon the match is over.”

“No, it’s not. 3 minutes left.” He says pushing your head out of the way.

You kissed him again and again and then again, leaving sweet pecks on his lips. The match was over and he was listening to the after match conference.

“So you’re into this old man more than me? Give me one kiss!” He sighed and bought his lazy hand behind your head pulling you down for a short stamp.

“One more…” You say leaning closer and he kisses you back.

“A bit more…” as you said that he pulls you in a passionate kiss, a slow one.

After you broke the kiss and try to sit back like before, he grabs your arm pulling you down next to him kissing you a few times as he slowly positions himself on top of you.

“Simon it’s already 11:00 pm- Mhh~” he cuts you off.