#x dad reader

"Rey’lan, get down from there—" The sharp crack of splintering coral underfoot drowns out the rest of Kiri’s warning as your youngest daughter vaults off the archway-shaped stone, sending a spray of iridescent shells clattering onto the sand below. She’s grinning, all wild eyes and tangled braids, already twisting midair to evade Tuk’s half-hearted attempt to grab her.

The twins exchange glances by the tide pools, Tìtxanro’a rolling her eyes while Stxeli smothers a laugh behind his fist, both smart enough to pretend they don’t recognise her. Rey’lan hits the shallows with a splash, sending a startled ilu darting away, then pops up dripping and triumphant. "It’s fine," she calls, shaking water from her ears like a wet nantang. "Uncle Lo’ak said this thing survived the Sky People, it can handle me."

Kiri pinches the bridge of her nose, but you catch the way her lips twitch. "Your uncle is an idiot, like your sempul." You scoff, nudging her hip with yours, and Tìtxanro’a lobs a chunk of seaweed at her sister, who catches it midair and flings it back, but it smacks Stxeli square in the chest instead.

The twins devolve into a wrestling match, sand flying, while Mäuti, quietest of the bunch, emerges from the treeline with an armful of fungi. "Can we not scare off every creature within five klicks?" Kiri asks as Rey’lan grins at his brother, dripping seawater onto his carefully arranged harvest.

You barely catch the way Kiri’s fingers slide against your wrist, subtle, practiced, before she tugs you backward into the shadow of the cliffside. The cave entrance is barely visible behind a curtain of vines, damp air thick with the scent of salt and something muskier. "Kids are fine," she murmurs, pressing you against the slick rock wall, her knee slotting between yours. "Tuk’ll keep them alive for ten minutes, at least."

Her teeth graze your earlobe, and suddenly the distant shrieks of your offspring sound very far away. Kiri’s always been efficient, no wasted motion, her hands already working at the ties of your loincloth, her breath hot against your throat. "You’ve been staring at my thighs all morning," she accuses, nipping at your jaw.

The fabric pools at your feet, and then hers follows, a soft thud of woven fiber, the faint scent of saltwater and her skin. Her fingers curl into your hair as she kisses you, deep and slow, the kind that makes your pulse stutter. The cave floor is cool beneath your knees when she drags you down, her legs parting to bracket your hips, her slickness already painting your length.

Marc wakes up slowly from all the noise and yelling from outside his bedroom. Marc peaks open his eyes looking to the side of him.The spot on the bed was empty and still warm. Marc sits up and stretch’s his body. After a while Marc stands up from the bed walking outside of his bedroom.

Marc steps into the living room and looks around.

His youngest son S/n was on the floor drawing as his older brother beside him messing with him.

“Dad!! Os/n keeps messing with me!” The younger son shouts putting his pencil down before pushing Os/n away from him.

“Os/n! Stop messing with your brother.” Y/n shouts back from inside the kitchen.

“I’m not even messing with you stop being a crybaby!” Os/n says rolling his eyes.

“Hi dad!” S/n says greeting Marc with a smile while Marc does the same “Hi kid.” Marc says going over to him and crouches down messing up his hair.Marc turns to his side looking at his oldest son and reaches out his hand ruffling his hair.

“You boys come eat alright.” Marc says one last time before getting up going inside the kitchen. Marc stares at Y/n watching as he put the food on the plates.

“Need any help?” Marc asks moving forward to Y/n. “Nahh… I got it.” Y/n answers before turning his head around.

“Good morning! I woke up very early.” Y/n says putting the last plate of food down and moves closer to Marc wrapping his arms around him.

“Good morning, and why didn’t you wake me up then after you woke up?” Marc questions with a raise brow.Y/n doesn’t answer only closing the distance between them kissing Marc deeply on the lips. Marc melts into the kiss moving both of his hands to Y/n’s shoulders.

Y/n moves his hands on Marc’s hips brining him close. Marc ruts his hips into Y/n’s crotch as they makeout.

“Ahem!” Os/n clears his throat as he covers his little brothers eyes.

The two adults pull away from each other looking at the teenager.

“Sorry kid.” Y/n apologizes letting go of Marc’s hips and turns back around getting the plates of food.Os/n moves his hand away from his little brothers eyes and follows his dad into the dinning room.

Y/n puts the plates on the table waiting for everyone else to be in their seats before sitting down.

As the family eat S/n rambles on to his family about his latest school project. “A-and also that my teacher says that I may win 1st place!”

“No one cares S/n” The oldest son blurts out teasingly rolling his eyes as well. “Shut up!” S/n responds back shoving his brother a little.Marc only rolls his eyes at the kids antics and continues eating as his husband Y/n pick and stare at his food.

“You guys are gonna miss the bus if y’all keep arguing and not eating.” Y/n says randomly with a smirk. The boys stared at their father thinking to themselves.

“Your dad’s right, I’m pretty sure the bus is already in the neighborhood.” Marc adds before standing up.

The boys scramble to their feet rushing out of the dinner table going straight to their rooms to get their things.Marc laughs at the sight and starts to make the boys their lunch putting it in their bags.Y/n still is at the dinner table finishing his breakfast before anything.

Os/n is done first picking up his bag back and stands by the door waiting for his brother. “S/n! Hurry up before I leave you!” Os/n shouts tapping his foot impatiently.

S/n rushes out his room trying to fix his hair as he scrambled to put his bag back on.Os/n opens the door pushing S/n out before turning to his parents. “Bye dads!” Both boys says at the same time. Both parents wave off their sons watching them leave.

Once the boys were on their way to the bus stop Marc shuts the door and turns around to Y/n.

“You didn’t have to lie to them.” Marc says with a light chuckle walking back to his seat at the breakfast table.

“ I know… I just wanted us to have some alone time. And especially when we adopt a new baby.” Y/n says with a smile reaching out his hand to Marc’s thigh.“We’re gonna need all the time we can get. Even if that means lying to our kids about the bus almost being here.” Y/n adds in leaning in close to kiss Marc.

Marc closes the distance kissing Y/n on the lips passionately.

Y/n melts in the kiss standing up slowly from his chair as Marc does the same. Marc leans against the table as Y/n is in front of him holding onto his waist. Marc sits on the edge of the table wrapping his legs around Y/n’s hips.

Y/n wraps his arms Marc’s lower back holding him tight and close.

TIMESKIP

It was in the middle of the day of school only a few more class periods left and they’ll be done with the day.

Os/n walked around the halls with his friend group going to their next destination.

“And I’m telling you guys she was so fucking hot—“ Os/n gets cut off by bumping into someone.

“The fuck? What the hell.” Os/n breathes out looking around looking at the large crowd he just bumped into.

As Os/n and his friends push past the crowd trying to see what’s going on Os/n heat drops.

S/n bag back and his things were scrambled around the floor.

“Hey Os/n isn’t this your brothers bag?” One of his friends questions as she picks up the bag back and some of its stuff.

Os/n only tunes her out and feeling more determined to figure out what’s going on he pushes people out of his way.

“Get out of my way!” Os/n shouts pushing and shoving people.

Os/n steps in the middle of the circle of the source.

Os/n’s hands closes into a tight fist as his knuckles turns white.

S/n was on against the locker tears running down out of his eyes as kids no doubly bigger than him push and hit him.

Os/n drops his bag back running up to the group of guys grabbing onto the nearest guy shoulder spinning him around and punching him square in the face.

With the new found adrenaline Os/n moves around the boys fighting every single one of them.

Os/n fist flared around punching the boys where it would hurt the most.

As S/n leaned against the locker weakly as he watch his brother fight like hell.

Even though Os/n was clearly out numbered he still fought hard and clearly winning.

Once their was only one man left probably the leader Os/n pounced on him tackling him to the ground as he punch him in the floor repeatedly.

His hits were repeatedly aimed at the face and head even sometimes yanking the boy by his hair and slamming his head back down. Os/n fist were bruised and bloody as he punch the boy again and again. Os/n was on a rampage as he got off the boy and kicked him dead in the stomach.

As teachers run to the scene Os/n fights the boys who got back on their feet sending them back on the ground.

Finally once S/n went back to reality he pushed himself off the lockers and runs to his brother pulling him away as well as the teachers.

The kids who was recording and the others ran away the scene screaming and talking about it.

Teachers quickly pull Os/n and S/n out of the crowd and straight to the office.

TINY LITTLE TIMESKIP.

Both brothers sat side by side inside the front office waiting to be called in.

A parent probably one of the boys Os/n messed up was inside the office walked back and forth stressed.

“Is my boy going to be okay!?! I mean have you saw what that monster did to his face!” The parent screamed having no clue that the monster he’s talking about was in the same room.

“Sir please calm down—“ One of the staff says but gets cut off by the dad again.

“Calm down!?! How do you expect me to clam down especially knowing that some monster fought my kid! I swear to god if I meet that boy’s parents I swear! Who is that boys parents? Animals!?! Because obviously they aren’t real ones.”

The dad exclaims catching Os/n attention.

S/n side eyes looking at his older brothers pissed off face already knowing what’s going to happen.

“Hey asshole! What did you just say about my parents?” Os/n questions with a shout standing up from his chair. “Usually I don’t ask questions, but this time I wanna hear you say it.” Os/n adds walking closer to the parent unfolding his arms.

“So your the boy who stared all of this… Wow I can’t believe you or your idiotic parents—“ the man gets cut off by a fist swinging out out no where connecting to his cheek.

The father head turns to the side in pain and shock.

Os/n wastes no time to punch the man right in the stomach causing the man to hunch over. Os/n hand reaches out to the back of the man’s head grabbing onto his hair tightly before slamming it onto the wall.

Immediately staff pulls Os/n back as S/n grabs both of their things following them into a different room.

Once the adults left the room so it’s only the brothers in there S/n begins to panic.

“What if we get in trouble! Dads are gonna be so pissed! What if you get in jail!—“ S/n nervously blurts out but gets cut off by a pair of arms hugging him tightly.

In the room only soft sniffles could be heard as Os/n cry’s softly onto his brother. “I-I was so scared for you… I’m sorry that I wasn’t there fast enough.” Os/n says weakly as the guilt settles.

“W-were not gonna get in trouble alright. So don’t be scared alright dork.” Os/n says giving S/n a light kiss on the head.

WITH Y/N AND MARC

“Ohh!~ fuck Y/n!~ Hurry up and give it to me!~” Marc moans out as he laid on the bed legs out spread. Y/n held onto Marc’s thighs as he slowly moved the tip of his cock inside of Marc’s hole.

*Ring!!*

The men look away from each other at the phone of the dresser.

“Ignore it!~ HmMm please!~” Marc moans out as he grinds his ass against Y/n’s cock.“You know I can’t.” Y/n responds back rolling his eyes a little before reaching out to the night stand picking up the phone.

“Hello?” Y/n questions as he uses his free hand to jerk Marc off.

“Yes I am their father…” Y/n answers giving Marc a worried look.

“Mhm. Uhm yes I’ll be there with my husband.” Y/n says hanging up the phone.

“School called… And Os/n got into a very serious fight. They even said he fought a kids dad.” Y/n let’s go of Marc’s cock and moves off the bed walking into the closet getting clothes for the both of them.

“Looks like we’re gonna have to continue this later.” Marc says getting up from the bed.“Yeah… sorry.” Y/n apologizes as he puts underwear and pants on.

Marc cups Y/n face in his hands smiling at him.

“It’s not your fault Y/n…” Marc says giving Y/n a light kiss.

TIMESKIP

Marc and Y/n walked inside the office looking around for their kids.

Y/n takes a mental note of how messed up a group of boys and even a man looks.

“Fuck Os/n” Y/n thinks to himself before looking at the principles. The principles able gestures the man inside. With one last look at each other Marc and Y/n steps inside the office.

“Sorry if you two were busy.” The principles says looking at the both of them. Y/n shakes his head no with a smile taking a seat by Os/n as Marc sits by S/n.“The woman on the phone already gave me a run down about what’s going on so could we just go straight to the chase.” Y/n says as Marc talks to their sons getting their side of the story.

“We’ll witness says that S/n was getting bullied and his brother came and saved him, so the punishment won’t be to bad—“

“Punishment? You just said it yourself my son was getting bullied and his brother came and save him since everyone else wasn’t doing anything.” Y/n cuts off the man.

“I know Mr L/n, but there’s no excuse as to why Os/n fought an adult.”

“Because he was talking shit about me and my family!” Os/n exclaims.

“Can’t we just negotiate a reasonable punishment for my son and the other kids please.” Marc says as Y/n agrees. “If that what you’d two like to do.”

“Yes we’ll like that a lot.” Y/n says before adding “Could we host a meeting tomorrow here. It will be easier to talk to all the parents since some is probably working now.”

The principle nods and types in his computer probably documenting this.

“Well then… See you tomorrow. Nice talking with you and please tell the father that my son fought that I say my deepest apologies.” Marc says with a fake nice tone before standing up with the rest of his family leaving.

Once the family is leaving the school and at the parking lot waking to the car Marc breaks the silence.

“So I see you used some of my moves huh?” Marc teases looking at Os/n

“No! I was using my own moves you should had saw!”

Being a popular father figure on twitch was fun and enjoyable, but it was also your ticket into the dsmp. It had taken you by complete surprise, sure you were well known but you didn’t think you were good enough to be invited to the Dream smp, not that you were complaining. 

Having been a father figure to chat and others, you found yourself bonding with Philza, the two of you were actually quite alike!

“So, this is your house?”

“Yeah! Me and ranboo live here with our son Michael!”

“Aw, that’s so sweet.” 

“Can you be my dad? I don’t have one.”

“Oh uh sure! I’d be delighted to.” You then asked your chat how they felt about that, Tubbo doing the same.

“Goat dad and goat son, make it cannon.”

“I get to be goat dad?”

“What is this I’m hearing about goats?”

“I have a goat son and I’m his goat dad!”

“Who’s that?”

“Oh, Tubbo, Phil, this is my husband. Husband, this is my goat son Tubbo and fellow dad friend Phil.” 

“Hello!”

“I have two dads? Pog!”

You had been at the BAU for ten months now and you loved it. Between the travelling, team banter, the family atmosphere that had developed, you were really enjoying it. You finally felt like you were a part of something, something that did good - put a little bit of good in the world, stopped some of the dangers. Made the world slightly safer for people to live in. 

It was an average non-case day, which meant lots and lots of paperwork. Which you didn’t mind doing too much, I mean sure, it could feel like a bit of a drag sometimes but it just meant that you were able to actually spend some time in the apartment you were renting. Although, your apartment did tend to get quite lonely. It was strange being on your own, you missed living with another person. It felt foreign; you lived with your parents until the age of eighteen and then you moved out and went off to university. Your mother had cried, your father had clapped his hand on your shoulder wishing you the best of luck out in the ‘real world’. Then at university, you met her: Sophia. She was beautiful, with long ginger hair and green eyes, freckles littered over her face, long eyelashes that would brush against her cheeks. She would look down when she blushed, pulling the sleeves of her hoodie over her fingers. You loved her and she loved you, you lived together happily for a few years. That was, until a couple of weeks after you had told her you were going to the academy. She didn’t give you much of a reason just that she ‘didn’t feel it was working out anymore’. You kept the ring you had planned on giving her. 

“What are you thinking about? I can hear the brain waves from over here,” Derek joked, you snapped yourself out of your thoughts as you turned to Morgan.

“Oh… Er… Tacos,” You said with a nod (‘my first true love that I am still very much in love with’ sounded a bit too pathetic to admit out loud, especially to Morgan).

“Tacos?”

“Yep, tacos,” You say, about to comment on how hungry you were (which wasn’t a complete lie - you were getting a bit peckish), which your phone began to vibrate on your desk. 

‘UNKNOWN NUMBER’

With furrowed eyebrows, you clicked ‘accept’, “Hello, (L/N) speaking,”

“That’s a lot more formal than the last time we spoke,” You froze for a second before pushing your chair away from your desk.

“Sophia?” You asked, wanting to confirm before you make a complete fool of yourself.

“Yes,” Sophia said on the other side of the line with a laugh, “Yes, it’s me,”

You stood up, walking to the round table room for some privacy, “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” Sophia asked before pausing for a moment, “I’m just in the area and wondered… Would you like to grab lunch?”

“Oh, er- S-sure, my lunch break’s in about... ” You glance at the clock, “Thirty minutes,”

“Awesome,” Sophia grinned, “Meet you at the Compass Cafe just off of sixth street?”

“Er, sure,” You agreed.

“See you then!” Sophia cheered, hanging up before you could reply. You stare at your phone for a second before adding the number to your contacts. Pocketing the phone, you make your way back to your desk.

“Who was that?” Spencer asked curiously. 

“Sophia,” You said.

“And who’s Sophia?” Derek asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“An ex,” You replied, Derek smirked over at Emily, who had joined the three of you. 

“An ex, huh?” She asked, sitting down in the spare seat across from Derek. “Tell us more,”

“There’s not much more to say,” You replied, “We dated throughout college and separated when I went to the academy,”

“Did you get your ass dumped?” Morgan teased, you let out a laugh as you nodded.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Before you shrugged, “She wants to meet up for lunch,”

“Like a date?”

“Nah… No… I don’t think so, maybe,” You said, “I don’t know, but either way, I’m happy to see her,”

Derek and Emily shared a grin as you turned back to your screen and continued to type up your report. 

Your lunch break rolled around quickly as you ignored the grins Emily and Morgan shot you over the half an hour - simply rolling your eyes with a fond smile in response. But before you knew it, you were off on your lunch break and on your way to the cafe Sophia had suggested. You were a few minutes late as traffic seemed to be a little bit more than you had expected.

You made your way into the cafe, spotting Sophia in the far corner. “Sophia!” You grinned, walking at a fast pace to close the gap between the two of you.

“(Y/N)!” Sophia exclaimed, bringing you in a tight embrace. You hug her back, taking in her scent. Strawberries and Cinnamon. Your gaze fell on an object about a foot in front of you. A pushchair, inside, a small baby around six months dressed in a blue top covered in trucks and a pair of brown dungarees, with a small pair of sneakers on. Hair tassled but looked as though someone had attempted to tame it. 

“W-who’s this little guy?” You asked, smiling at the baby who looked up at you with a toothy grin, (despite the lack of teeth). A twang of disappointment bubbled up from your stomach, filling your torso in its entirety. 

“Elias,”

“He’s got such a nice name,” You remarked with a smile, “I’ve always said if I ever have a boy, I’d name him Elias,”

“That’s why I named him that,” Sophia replied softly, looking at you with nerves coursing through her body. “He’s your son, (Y/N),”

“Sophia, if this is some sort of joke, it’s not funny-”

“I’m not joking, I promise you,” Sophia said, “I found out before you left for the academy,”

“You should have-!” You began to yell, pausing when Elias began to cry, large tears falling down his cheeks. Sophia picked him up, bouncing him on his leg slightly as she let out small ‘shush’-ing sounds. When he had calmed down, she placed him back into his pushchair. You felt the majority of your anger subside when your eyes lock that onto your son. You pushed your remaining anger aside as you leant across the table, taking her hand softly in yours, “Soph, you should have told me,” You said, “I would have dropped everything for you, both of you,”

“That’s why I didn’t tell you,” She replied, “There was no need for you to give up your dreams,”

“I would have happily have done it for you,” You answered. “Both of you,”

“I know. I didn’t want you to drop out,” Sophia said, reaching forward to hold your other hand in hers. “But I am sorry I didn’t tell you. And I’m sorry you have missed the first six months of your son’s life,”

“It’s okay,” You replied, “You did what you thought was right,”

“Elias, my mum, and I have decided to all move here,” Sophia said with a smile, “And I was wondering if you wanted to live with us?”

“I-”

“I know you have an apartment and you’ve probably got ties and that this is really out of the blue, but I thought I’d ask on the off chance that-”

“Of course I will,” You replied with a lop-sided smile. “Of course I will, as long as your mum and Elias is okay with it,” You wanted to be with your son, and Sophia (not that you would blurt that out to her, there needed to be a level of trust that had been broken when you had broken up, you didn’t want that hurt again).

“They’re both fine with it,” Sophia said with a reassuring nod, “And we can talk about the details surrounding the move - if you still want to that is,”

“Of course I want to,” You said, nodding confidently, “As long as everyone is okay with it and I pay rent, I’m not a freeloader,”

“I know,” Sophia chuckled, “And paying rent was obviously going to be a thing, do you know how much diapers cost?”

“A bomb, I’m sure,”

“Definitely a bomb,” Sophia answered.

A small moment of silence passed between the two, as you took in each other’s presence. You had thought about this moment a lot over the years, daydreaming during boring seminars you were probably supposed to be paying attention to. Thinking of all the ‘what ifs’ as you sat back on the jet on the way back from a tough case. Picturing the family the two of you would have someday in the future - a boy and a girl, Elias and Isabella. You’d live in a cottage with a white fence and a back garden that led into the woods. Would this ever happen? No, probably not. Did that stop you from day dreaming about it every chance you got? Absolutely not. 

“Can I hold him?” You ask, Sophia nods as a large grin fills her face. 

She graciously picks Elias up from his pushchair, kissing his hairline lightly, whispering into his ear a soft: “Are you ready to meet daddy?” Elias babbled softly in reply, a warm feeling spread across your chest. Sophia handed him to you, you nervously held him before resting him on your lap facing you. You wanted to see him, to take in his appearance, commit it to memory while he was still innocent. 

“How old did you say he was?” You asked softly, eyes not leaving Elias’ face. 

“Six months...”

“Six months? I have a six month old...” You mumbled to yourself, then it dawned on you, “I’m a dad. Holy shit, I’m a dad!” You let out a laugh, pulling Sophia into an embrace, lifting her off the ground as you spun. Your anger now completely vanished, you placed her back on the ground, encompassing her face with your hands before connecting your lips, “Holy shit...”

“There’s one more thing I need to tell you-” Sophia began before cutting herself, forcing a smile onto her face as she looked up at you, “You know what? Never mind, it can wait until later,” She said as she shook her head. You furrowed your eyebrows, seeing the pain in her eyes for a moment before it disappeared.

“Are you sure?”

“Yep! Come on, let’s just get something to eat, I’m starving and I know Elias could do with something as well,” She said, as if on cue, Elias let out a small whimper. You smile as you both sat down.

“Can I feed him?” You asked, looking at Sophia with a nervous gaze.

“Of course!” She grinned, handing over a pot of pureed banana and a spoon. 

One pot of pureed banana and a lot of struggles later, Elias was covered in his lunch and you now had a stain of pureed banana on your tie the shape of a baby hand. You huffed a laugh, “Lucky I have a spare tie at work isn’t it?” 

Elias let out a giggled, “Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba,” Completely unsure of what he said, you nodded with an encouraging smile.

“Well done Elias!” You cheered, before you whispered dramatically, “I was just thinking the same thing!” 

Unfortunately, your lunch hour slowly came to an end, “I have to get back to work...” You said, looking up from Elias who sat in your lap, looking up at you in awe. “Are we still on for tonight?”

“Of course,”

“Great, I’ll swing by at six?” When Sophia nodded, you kissed your son on the head gently before handing Elias over to Sophia. “See you later little man,” You grin, “See you later, Sophia. I will see both of you at six, say hi to your mum for me,”

“I will,” Sophia replied with a smile, she looked down at Elias, “Say bye to daddy,”

“Ab-ab-ab,” Elias babbled.

“See you later little man,” You said with a small wave. “I have to get going, but thank you for this,”

“No problem,” Sophia said with a smile, “Now get your skinny little butt to work Mister,”

“Puh-lease, you love my skinny little butt,” You replied before you realised, Sophia flung her head back with a laugh.

“You’re not wrong, but go or you’ll be late,”

Most people on the server knew you as The Man of Many Wishes, as you were a god-type being that could grant any wish. At least that’s what the legends about you were, really you were just able to summon any item you wanted at no cost to you. Physically that is, as you had recurring guests that would always ask for items, which wasn’t the problem. You loved making a good deal and trading with fellow beings, but when the people ask you for things and don't give anything in return is when it starts getting to you.

You had adopted three boys almost as soon as you had been discovered by them. You were simply going about your day-to-day life, occasionally stopping by a few places to pick up things you needed. Just because you could create your own items didn’t mean you disliked supporting local businesses, plus it helped you to blend in with the other townsfolk.

It was when you were heading home that you stumbled upon a skeleton, it was hiding under a shady tree and had fired an arrow at you. The arrow struck you but did no damage, only sticking into your skin. You were quick to summon a sword and take down the mob, fighting with no hesitation. Once it was dead you plucked the arrow from you before using a summoned healing potion to close the wound.

Apparently, you weren't watching closely to your surroundings as three pairs of eyes watched you in curiosity. Did you just magically create items?

As creepy as it sounded, the three boys followed you home, watching your behavior closely for the next few days. Just as they were about to give up they saw you summoning in some items for yourself, prompting them to knock on your front door.

While everything was a tad odd, the four of you bonded quickly, you becoming like a father figure to the boys. Their fathers were either missing or terrible anyways.

They had started asking you for small things, only the things they needed. Then they began asking for things they wanted but simply couldn’t get right now. Then they began asking for anything they could think of.

“Hey, Dad could you summon me some netherite ingots? I need them to buy something.” You wanted to tell the boy no, tell him that he couldn’t rely on you for these kinds of things and needed to acquire his own goods, but you couldn’t. What if he hated you for saying no? What if he got so upset that he refused to talk to you again? What if he disowned you as his dad?

“Sure Tom, how many do you need?”

“Twenty-five is good enough, if that prick tries to raise the price again then I’ll kick his ass.” You passed the items to the boy who shouted a thank you as he left. What were you going to do with him?

“I don’t know Foolish, sometimes I feel like they only pretend to see me as their dad to get free stuff from me. I just feel used. I don’t know, I’m probably just overthinking it.” Words spilled from your mouth at record speed, all your worries and thoughts running out and flowing into your friend's ears.

“Actually that sounds kinda reasonable. I would probably think the same way.”

“But what do I do about it. I can’t just sit them all down and say ‘Hey do you guys actually care about me or do you just pretend to for free stuff because sometimes I don’t know.’”

“Well, technically you could.”

“Ok but think about how much that could break their hearts, I don’t want to do that to my boys.”

“Well something’s gotta give eventually, you aren’t gonna be able to keep this up forever.”

“Yeah, I know.” Foolish is a good friend, but this was something you’d have to work through on your own.

“What are you guys doing here?” The last thing you expected to see was all three boys sitting at your kitchen table waiting for you. They all had spare keys for emergencies but it seemed as though they had been there a while.

“We uh, we want to apologize for the way we’ve been acting recently.”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“We heard you talking to Foolish earlier. We didn’t realize that we were making you feel that way and we’re sorry.”

“I promise you’re really my dad, I wouldn’t just use you like that! I’m so sorry for how I was acting, you're just really cool, please don’t unadopt us.”

“I’m not unadopting anyone, you can all calm down. And thank you for the apology, I suppose I should also apologize for assuming the worst of you all. I love you, my boys.”

“I love you too!” “Love you too dad.” “Love ya too.”