#daughter reader

HELLUVA BOSS

(Stolas x Reader)

“ Let me show you the stars ”

tags : sfw, adopted by Stolas, daughter reader, night-time, father-daughter dymanic, wholesome, stargazing, third person pov, imp reader, 9 year old reader.

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Y/N woke up early in the morning because she wanted to see the stars. Octavia was patient with her mother during the difficult divorce proceedings. Although Stolas adopted her, she considers him her father. She was removing the blankets from herself. She began to walk towards the calendar, where she was marking when they would see the stars.

It would only be nighttime in a few hours. And she wonders if her papa is awake. She was only nine years old, but she remembers being adopted from the hell orphanage when she was a small imp. Stolas could have been sleeping in over the weekend due to his depression, which Y/N was unaware of.

Y/N was running down the hallway to find her papa; she is aware that her mama dislikes her because she is an imp, and she frequently treated her like a servant when her mama lived in the palace. She didn't mind because her papa made everything better; he made her so happy that she believes she is his biological daughter, but despite being an imp, she isn't afraid of what was going on between Stolas and Blitz. One of the servants stopped her as for her not to fall, "Be careful, my lady."

The bulter imp stopped her because he didn't want her to lose her footing. "Did you see my papa?" She asked, looking at him with those beady eyes that could melt anyone's heart. He knows that he couldn't dare upset the little girl but he started to pat her lightly on the head. "I will show you where your papa." He took her hand and he started to guide her towards his bedroom.

Y/N let herself be guided by the imp as they both started walking towards Stolas's bedroom hoping that he's excited to see the stars as much as she couldn't contain her excitement as she started walking towards the huge door.

Stolas was inside the bedroom, laying down and sleeping on the bed, when he realized Stella wasn't right beside him. He is aware that the divorce has had a significant impact on him, as his daughter has been missing, and he feels inadequate. But he could imagine doing it all over again with his new daughter, who he had recently adopted and was about 9 years old. He was snapped out of his thoughts with a knock.

Y/N was waiting for her papa to open the door, hoping to jump into his open arms. Stolas slowly rose and opened the door to see his daughter Y/N and the bulter imp. How small you were in comparison to him, who was extremely tall. "Dear, why are you awake, my little starlight?" As he reached down to pick you up, he gave you the nickname "Starlight," because it was fitting due to you being a light in his life.

Stolas slowly begins to pick you up inside his arms, noticing how adorable you look while he holds you there. "I was hoping you were as excited to see the stars as I am!" Y/N exclaimed, nuzzling into his warmth as he carried her to the kitchen.

"Of course I am. After all, I want to help see all the stars that hell has to offer. Azathoth's tears are a very special occasion that we must not miss, little one." Stolas said as they both walked inside the kitchen and he began to place Y/N in the chair. "Would you like eggs or cereal?" Stolas looked down at her and asked who was sitting in the chair. Y/N was waiting, looking at him, "Cereal!" She exclaimed excitedly.

Y/N was so happy to spend this time with her papa, knowing that she gets to spend some quality time with her papa knowing that lately he's been sad since his eldest daughter Octavia can't spend time with her due to it being her time to spend time with her mother due to split custody. He wishes things were a lot different between them almost if they could reverse this arrangement. However he needs to be positive for Y/N's sake.

Y/N was waiting for Stolas to grab a bowl, milk, and a cereal box containing chocolate cereal, knowing that this is the brand of cereal that Y/N prefers, after which he poured the cereal into the bowl and added milk. This was easier than regular cooking not like he didn't mind cooking, he just has been dealing with his depression for so long many years. He started to serve the bowl in front of you and gave you a spoon so you could properly dig in.

Y/N was eating her cereal, swallowing every bite, and she was excited to spend time with her papa to see the stars, but when would they appear? She had never seen a star shower before, and this would be a special moment for her and papa. Stolas was going to get ready to feed one of his plants, which he took very seriously, after she finished her bowl.

Y/N wondered where her papa went, but she knew he often took care of his plants. Despite the mansion feeling empty at times, she thinks the plants make things lively around here, and even if she is cared for by the bulter and Stolas is absent, she knows she loves him as her father, and as a child, she would look past his flaws. "You're done, my lady?" The bulter said looking at her as she nodded before getting off the table. "Yup!" She said with a smile.

"Do you think papa will be ready to watch the stars?" Y/N inquired, looking at the bulter imp, and he nodded in response, knowing he would never want to disappoint the little lady, "Of course. He will. "Right now, the master is looking after the plants," the bulter said as he led her out the kitchen.

Stolas was finishing attending all of his plants and he looked down on his phone as if he was excepting a text from Blitz, although he doesn't know why he's excepting to be texted by him but that was wishful thinkin since he now needed to focus on the happiness of not only his daughter Octavia but his second daughter Y/N.

Y/N was one of his last hopes in this life of being a parent and him trying to do things right. The last thing he wanted was to disappoint her by missing out when it came to the stars, he remembers mentioning Octavia when she was little and he wished that Octavia was here so she could bond with her sister. What wishful thinking he had to himself.

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It was afternoon, and Y/N wondered where her papa was. Perhaps they could spend more time together. She was walking around the manor, never seeing what happened outside these walls, unsure if Stolas was keeping her hidden from the world. She is aware, however, that her father cares for her.

"Papa! Papa!" Y/N said as she started to hop up and down trying to find her papa again, she wonders if she could come to visit his garden. If Papa was inside the manor and she was exploring around the manor and she stumbled upon the garden to see Stolas looking at the flowers and wondering about his life until he saw his daughter running towards her. "Little one, why are you here?" He asked as he picked you up again.

"Papa! I miss you so much." Y/N began to nuzzle against his chest, and it warmed his heart to see the happiness that you frequently bring him in this life. "Where are Mama and Sissy?" She asked wondering when she woke up and she ran around the manor and didn't see her sister and wondered if she was okay. "Your sister is with your mother. But I am sure that you will meet them soon." Stolas said being reassuring towards you knowing that you missed them. Hopefully she will be back to see the stars, knowing that he has shown Octavia the stars too.

"Do you want to see the plants that Papa takes care of?" Stolas asked, holding his younger daughter in his arms. He wanted to distract himself from his negative thoughts because he only wants to be present for his daughter and not burden her with his depression.

Stolas begins to carry her around the garden, displaying the various plants and flowers that he helps care for on a daily basis. Y/N couldn't help but be impressed by the variety of plants that Stolas cared for on a daily basis. One of them was carnivorous and ready to bite at prey, so he kept walking away with her in his arms to keep her safe while they looked around the greenhouse.

Octavia was with her mother and uncle, and she wanted to leave in general. She never bonded with her mother, let alone her uncle, whom she met unexpectedly. She felt out of place here, knowing that she had spent time with her father, especially since this day was meant to be special.

A part of her wanted to sneak out to see her father despite the fact that it was supposed to be her time to spend with her mother, and she felt too old to choose between the two parents. Y/N was inside her thoughts yet she knows that they aren't biological siblings, a part of her wanted to protect her. She wonders if Stella will miss her if she left right now.

Y/N was staring up at Stolas in awe as they slowly began to walk away from the greenhouse, almost as if bracing for the impending shower, to see them raining down with stars, so beautiful. "Is it lunchtime?" Y/N inquired as they slowly exited the greenhouse. "Yes, it's lunchtime." Stolas reassured her knowing that a little one like her needs all the energy they needed.

Stolas places her in her seat as he is seating her. What do you want to eat? Stolas asked, not sure if he was in the mood to prepare a full course meal, but he could try, especially since he would do anything for her. But Y/N began to consider what she wanted to eat; after all, she wasn't particularly hungry. "Peanut butter and jelly!" Y/N said with her hands going up in the air. Stolas could do this, he thought to himself.

He thought about Octavia, how simple life was when it was just him, his daughter, and her mother, even though she didn't contribute much to their family, it was all him; he was busy making peanut butter jelly and putting it on a plate, smiling the whole time. "There we go," Stolas said as he grabbed the plate and walked towards Y/N with her PB&J sandwich.

Y/N looks up at Stolas with a huge smile on her face as she was putting her hands up in the air as she was excited to receive her sandwich and started to eat her sandwich, Stolas smiles as he started to walk away and he was looking at his phone to see if he has any missing texts, no texts from Blitzy he told himself instead he wanted to call Octavia but he isn't sure if he is being pushy towards her as he knows that he has failed her before, but he hopes that he will fix it.

Stolas began calling Octavia in the hopes of receiving an answer; he was thinking about how this was probably a bad idea, biting his lip slightly when he finally heard Octavia's voice, "Dad?" She asked as she managed to get away from Stella and her uncle; hearing her voice made him very happy.

"Yes, that's me." Stolas spoke in hushed tones, not wanting his ex-wife to hear them. "I was wondering if you wanted to come and see the stars." Stolas spoke on the phone as Octavia expressed her excitement at seeing the stars, "You know how long I have been waiting for this moment." As she stood up, Octavia announced quietly but excitedly, "I'll be there soon." She hung up.

Y/N was staring at Stolas, intrigued by what he was doing, and he kept talking to Octavia. Was it her sister? She never really connected with her sister because they had different interests and she was much older, but she wants to see the stars because it will be dark soon. "Who was that?" She asked with wide eyes.

"That was your sister." Stolas responded, looking back at Y/N, that he wanted to see his eldest daughter and how much he missed her, especially how empty he felt without her in his life. In some ways, she gave him purpose, the only thing that kept him in the marriage, but it also made him sad because he is a homosexual and cannot bring himself to love Stella.

Y/N wonders if her sister will see the stars as he promised her, knowing that they will see the stars together, but she also wonders why her eldest sister is sometimes distant from her, despite the fact that this is how most teenagers act; she knows Octavia is not serious.

♡ ‧₊˚ ᥫ᭡ ⋅ 𑣲 ‧₊ .ᐟ ᢉ𐭩 .`

- Timeskip -

It was now only nighttime, and Stolas was setting up the telescope while waiting for Octavia, who had sneaked off to her father's house to see the stars. Stolas asked as Octavia arrived and began to wave. "Dad!" She immediately started to walk towards her and started to wrap her arms around her father, Y/N was on the grass as she was waiting for him to set things up.

Only Y/N, Stolas, and Octavia remained to enjoy the stars. "I've been waiting for this moment since I was a child, when you told me about Azat' tears." Octavia remarked with a teasing smile, and Stolas began setting up the telescope for Y/N to use, owing to her small size. "What's that?" Y/N asked unsure on what they could be talking about. Octavia decided it would be best for her to explain what it is. "It's once in a lifetime event you can't miss."

Stolas was using his magic to show the meteor shower while grabbing Y/N to show her the stars; it was a meteor shower that filled the sky with blue and purple, and Y/N and Octavia looked up in amazement, not wanting to miss it. "Woah." Octavia stood right next to her father, "*it looks exactly how you imagined it, Dad.*" " She said, thinking she was glad she had missed time with her mother to spend time with her father.

Y/N wanted to reach for the stars because they looked very pretty for her to see, even tho to the average human it was a normal meteor shower, but they know the truth, she was enjoying the stars, and Octavia wanted to capture this moment.

Y/N wonders if there are more stars like this, so bright and colorful to think that you were only nine years and yet you were witnessing the most magical thing ever as her eyes started shine looking up at the sky as it was raining down. To think that this moment couldn't get any better.

Once the meteor shower was over, they decided to sit on the grass as they started to watch the sky even though it was over, it was a night she wouldn't forget as Stolas started to pack things up for them to get inside. "Thanks papa for showing me the stars." Y/N started to nuzzle against Stolas as she was being held by Stolas.

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PAIRINGS: Jack Abbot x Daughter!Reader

AN: For some reason this request didn't appear in my inbox on the website but was there when i used the mobile app. Also, I injured my tailbone and it hurts so bad to move about but I'm also not allowed to sit for long so I'm struggling lol. So I'm not the happiest with this but I hope you enjoy anyway.

You wave your friends goodbye as they drive away, watching until they turn a corner and disappear from view before you turn around and start making your way up to your house. You take your time, leisurely walking up the front porch as you dig for your keys in your bag, taking a few deep breaths of the nice cool fresh air and being forever grateful your dad refused to get one of those doorbell cameras that gave him live notifications. He of course had security cameras around the house but he only ever checked those when he absolutely needed to. 

The sun hadn't risen yet leaving the streets dark for the most part, the street lights only highlighting a few spots on the street which meant you didn't see the familiar truck parked in the drive. It was six a.m which meant there was one hour until your dad's shift ends at work and at least two, minimum, before he returns home. Your dad never left when his shift ends, always staying longer to help tie up loose ends and catch up with Robby. You might have to add another hour depending on whether or not he decided to go to the gym after work. 

Your plan was simply really, all you needed to do was get inside, have a shower and go to bed. You'd sleep for a few hours and wake up at reasonable-ish time, something that could be explained with a simple, 'it's saturday. I slept in.'.

You thought you had it all in the bag until the front door suddenly swung open before you could even insert the key and you're face to face with your father. His eyes were wide as he stared at you in surprise before they narrowed as he realises what was happening.

With only one option at your disposal, you beam at him, smiling wide with your cheeks bunched up, "Hi dad—!"

You know ball

And this thing I drew of pumpkin from a while back

However we enjoy her writing non the less, like this

The silk sheets of Oldtown were soft, but they belonged to a corpse.

You knew that better than anyone. Six months ago, the true daughter of Lord Ormund Hightower had succumbed to a silent, burning fever in the dead of night. She had drawn her last breath in a room lightened up by candlelight, and when her eyes opened again, it was you sitting up in her bed, a modern soul trapped in a world of fantasy.

You hadn't asked for any of this. You certainly hadn't asked to inherit the burden of the Green campaign, nor the suffocating behavior of a psychopathic father.

Honestly you have read the books, but you never imagined that Ormund would be a psychopath, and that Daeron The Daring is not 'Daring' at all but a meek boy in front of The lord of Oldtown

What is worse is that you have to deal with Ormund on a daily basis, there's no escape from that.

"Where is it?" His demands. "The pomander. The musk I had prepared for you, you're not wearing it."

You stared at him. "I— what?"

"The scent." He stressed out, but his eyes remained fixed on you. "I ordered a specific blend for you, bergamot, ambergris, a touch of clove. It was made to my specifications. I could smell it on you from across a room, and I enjoyed that. I told you to wear it daily."

The pomander, you remembered now, a little glass orb on a chain that had come with your wardrobe. You'd assumed it was just another accessory.

You stopped wearing it weeks ago because the clove gave you a headache.

"I didn't realize it was a requirement," you said carelessly. "I thought it was perfume."

"It was not perfume." His voice rose, and he stepped closer again, this time bringing his face within inches of yours. He inhaled once more, but in a more theatrical manner, like a man sampling a dish that had gone bad.

"I cannot abide this scent on you. It's wrong. You smell wrong. Like common soap and that cheap rosewater the maids use. I told you, the musk was for you. It marked you as mine."

Your stomach turned. The way he said marked you as mine, the possessive weight of it, the way he'd leaned in to sniff you like you were a whore he was considering purchasing, made something cold and greasy slide down your spine.

"Back up," you said, pushing your chair back a few inches. "You're too close."

Ormund didn't move. His expression changed, disbelief, and warring with outrage. "You're telling me to—"

"I'm telling you that you're standing in my personal space, and I don't like it. The scent is gone, because I stopped wearing it. If that's a problem, it's your problem."

Suddenly, Ormund grabs the sides of your head as if wondering whether to bash it against the wall behind you just like he did with your mother when she angered him.

But, again, he is too obsessed with you to let you go, to kill you, even his greed for power couldn't overcome this obsession.

He wished to we'd you to Daeron, it ensured that you would sit on the throne beside the future king, that his grandchildren through you would become kings.

"You will wear the pomander every day, and you will not make me seek you out to confirm that you're obeying, do you understand? I should not have to come to you like a hound tracking a scent. The fact that I can't smell you properly now, that you've removed what I gave you on purpose, tells me you're testing me."

"I'm not testing anything, I told you I don't like it."

"Then you will learn to like it." He reached into his pocket and produced a small glass vial, stoppered with silver. He held it up, and even from a few feet away, you could smell the clove and musk, heavy, cloying, nauseatingly strong.

"I keep a spare. Because I anticipated you might try something like this. Now" He uncorked it and extended it toward you.

"Apply it. Now. Before I lose my patience entirely."

You didn't take it. You just stared at him, at the vial, at the absolute certainty in his eyes that he had the right to dictate what you smelled like.

"You're creeping me out," you said, before you could stop yourself. "You know that, right? this is not normal, no father sniffs his daughter like she's a—"

"Don't finish that sentence." He snapped

"Don't you dare. I am the Lord of this house. I decide what is normal. I decide what you wear, what you eat, what you smell like. You are my daughter, and you will obey me in all things, or you will learn what disobedience costs."

You took the vial.

Not because you wanted to, but because the way Ormund's fingers had tightened on your skull, the way his thumbs had pressed against your temples like he was testing the give of bone, had reminded you, with startling clarity, that you were not in a world where you could win every battle.

You were in a world where men like him killed girls like you and called it justice.

Ormund watched. His nostrils flared with satisfaction.

"There," he cooed, his voice softening into something almost paternal, which made it worse.