Baby Daddy Simon

Baby daddy Simon

Things go array and it test Simon’s resolve

Makarov found out about you, about Ghost secret, and decided to attack you and your daughter.

It was a smear campaign against your daughter a young soon to by Olympian. She was called out for being the daughter of a murderer of a criminal, of a rogue SAS soldier.

Baby Daddy! Simon who was there in the audience as the reporters hounds his daughter about him

Baby Daddy! Simon who could only stand there and listen, balking his fist and glaring at the man who was upsetting his child

Baby Daddy! Simon who goes back to his team asking what happened

Baby Daddy! Simon who realize it’s Makarov targeting him through his family

Baby Daddy! Simon was alerted by you that you were shot at and so was his daughter

Baby Daddy! Simon who was undercover standing guard of his daughter as she apologized to the nation for something she had no idea

Baby Daddy! Simon who’s life flashes before his eyes as a bullet hit his child

Baby Daddy! Simon who grabbed his child and to the ambiance as you scream in the background

Baby Daddy! Simon who can’t bare wash his daughter’s blood off his hand once she’s in emergency surgery

Baby Daddy! Simon who holds you in his arms as you cry over your daughter

Baby Daddy! Simon who immediately ask Laswell and Price to put the two of you under special surveillance

Baby Daddy! Simon who will never forgive himself for letting his daughter and wife get caught up in his life

Baby Daddy! Simon who let you decide weather to keep your child on life support, as he doesn’t see fit his opinion is worthy to soeak

Baby Daddy! Simon who begins to hate Makarov the most after Soap’s death and Daughter’s hospitalization

Baby Daddy! Simon who by himself cried silently

Baby Daddy! Simon who Except you to hate him forever

Baby Daddy! Simon who begins to cut everyone off and truly begins to isolate

Request are open!!

omg the serial killer idea - so, serialkiller!reader who was part SAS and their callsign was baba yaga. they left military life after a traumatic event - idk maybe someone in their family was murdered - and went to live the john wick lifestyle 😵‍💫😵‍💫

See this is a whole new idea. Different from my initial serial killer! reader, but I like this!

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Serial killer! Reader was a former SAS member enlisted with Kyle

Serial Killer! Reader was accused of being a spy and tortured for a month straight losing their mind

Serial Killer! Reader who was left physically deformed across their face and entire body and half dead

Serial Killer! Reader who was found innocent and the military swept this crime under the rug and sent you to a mental hospital

Serial Killer! Reader who begins to spiral and breaks out of the hospital and use their training to hunt down the SAS members that tortured them

Serial Killer! Reader travels the world and join a well know PMC under a fake identity wearing all black to hide their scars

Serial Killer! Reader who Compartmentalizing their life to before and after. That their are “two” people inside them (not DID but a mental condition to justify their action

Serial Killer! Reader killed three of the ten SAS members before 141 is contacted

Serial Killer! Reader goes after 141 because Ghost was one of the SAS there (he didn’t participate but was there)

Serial Killer! Reader who traps them in a room and force them to pick who would die

Serial Killer! Reader who is best by Laswell and Shadow Company

Serial Killer! Reader who escape into the night a fugitive to the law

Omg I immediately fell in love with your babydaddy!simon fics🫶🏼🫶🏼

do you think them having a baby has affected their sex lives? Especially at the beginning when their daughter was really young and they were still together?

Thank you so much!!!

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Yes.

50% young parents too tired because a new born is a lot of work. Other 50% too scared, they does not need or can afforded a second child.

It takes awhile to get back to sleeping together. And for Simon it’s more out of deep love for the mother of his child.

Simon thought reader was pretty before and even after birth when her body isn’t the same it was still Gorgeous to him.

Sex isn’t rough it’s deep and passionate. This man make love as if it’s the last thing he can do.

Humanoid monster

Previous, Next

“What was that about?” Soap asks Gaz. The two of them backed down when the reporters got nosy, they followed her all night long hounding her for answers.

“Abraham believed In a theory, it's written in Latin so either she knows Latin or Abraham told her.” Gaz grumble digging through his notebook.

“What theory?”

“There was a time were humans and monsters got along, they worshiped this female deity. She was murdered, and war broke out, Abraham was born in the last few days of her reign.” Gaz explains finding his notes he had written about back when he was in school.

“So?”

“So Abraham no longer speaks about this time, and in one of his papers, he theorizes this deity is still alive.”

“Mate—”

“That woman is highly educated, she shouldn't be, she wasn't born here she *came* here. Teaching humans is banned in all states except for Switzerland, how does she know?” Gaz asks Soap shrug, it didn't sound important to him but from the look on Gaz’s face said it all.

“Mr. Garrick,” the two sergeants froze and turned to see Priscilla standing there peeping her head in head feather raising in slight embarrassment. “Do we need to cancel flight training?”

“No!” Gaz shouts and walks closer to her. “Your mother.”

“yes?”

“Did she go to school?” asked a question with a smile.

“No… Why?”

“Well your mother knows things she shoulders like a diety—“

“Oh you mean Abraham’s fairytales? he likes to tell fairytales when we were little, you know? of a better time where we’re all equal, it helped most of us sleep.” Priscilla says fondly with a sweet smile on her lips.

Gaz sighs and Soap pats him on the shoulder, with a small reassuring look and smile, “See mate, you overthinking it.”

“Your mother where did she come from?”

“She came from South America and found most of us traveling up to North America and sailing over to Asia, then traveling to Switzerland.” Gaz nods and the two walk to the field with the little Harpies.

The press saw them, and the monster swarmed them, “What’s your view of the orphanage director?” The first reporter asks.

“She’s my mother—"

“So she cut off your wings?”

“No! She found me like this—“

“If given the opportunity would you go home?”

“This is my home!” Priscilla shouts her frustration begins to teetering on tears. Gaz spread his wings out blocking her from the cameras.

“Don’t bother the kid—“

“As a soldier in the monster military aviator wing, what’s your view of this almost dystopian utopia?” One Gargon asks her snakes hissing with delight and anticipation.

“I am weary but everything here so far looks good, and the orphanage director didn’t know we were coming or how long we are staying,” Gaz said in the most PR statement possible. Switzerland has one of the biggest armies, and it is wise not to attack its citizens and their politics. The media followed them, Priscilla couldn't stop looking over her shoulder, they were making her uncomfortable.

“What's your relationship with each other?” a reporter asks.

“I'm helping the younger harpies fly.”

The reporters mostly watched, occasionally they would speak to their camera, and it was easy to hear them.

“Most of these harpies are missing wings or mutilated. We suspect that the orphanage—”

“Shut up, pendejo!” One of the kids shouts at the reporters. “We all had these injuries before the orphanage.”

“It’s done by you monsters,” another girl snaps.

“Why do you defend this place?”

“It’s our home,” nearly everyone replies.

—-

The air of attrition on cordiality was fading, for every child was a surveillance camera all going back to Mother Maia. This was not lost on anyone, not the soldiers or the reporters.

The children slowly became guarded. Weary and secretive. It wasn’t lost on the task force that they were no longer welcomed there. The gargoyle creatures that usually only watch began to show themselves more often, the dragons were more active, and they were expanding their territory.

Both sides of the war were left with little progress made, and far more interest in the orphanages. The human side is more than the monster’s.

“Maia,” Abraham walks into the dimly lit office. She looks up, and the veil hangs up on her hat hook. Abraham nodded and sat down. “My old contacts have warned me that the monsters have decided to hack—”

“I understand” Mother Maia responded in a calm tone, “I’ll change a few things. The only thing they will get is the spending log, it’s best.” She smiles and begins to type away.

“There have been talk about monsters adopting—”

“I will not allow it,” Mother Maia looks up, “we both know the children who will be adopted will be sent into the military or worse eaten, I am no fool and neither than you.” Abraham smiles and nods before standing up, his wings doing a small stretch.

“I am glad we are on the same page,” Abraham said with a smile, Mother Maia only nodded and continued to work.

Abraham always knew humans were not equal to monsters in strength, but their intelligence is quite admirable. It’s been centuries since Abraham found a human he could view as equal, but another Maia was that human.

She was articulate and wise for someone who never had a true education. And yet with his simple guidance, she was able to keep her children.

“What about the new disease?” Abraham froze and sighed. Everyone knew at this point, even the humans.

“The Monster scientists have named it Cerebrum deterioration, or as the soldiers call it brain rot.” Abraham studied Mother Maia’s face, most humans couldn't hide their glee when disguising this topic, all except for Mother Maia.

“How pitiful, has it linked to the human resistance?” she sighs the scars across her face rippling with the slight movement of her face.

“No, the scientists said it was discovered rather than made.” Mother Maia nods and continues to write.

“Let's keep informed if a war breaks out this could affect this free state.” Mother Maia said sternly. Abraham agreed. “And when the vaccine is made, be sure to be one of the first to get it, you are a model.” Abraham laughs but nods.

“You are a strange one—”

“I am only being realistic Abraham, even though you've been a pacifist for a few hundred years, you still hold power.”

“Of course.”

Baby daddy Gaz? Baby daddy gaz 😏

Anyways should I?

I do badly want to write a small fic where Graves has an adopted daughter, who’s a little strange