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John prides himself in his professionalism but that professionalism wavered when he met his major's sweet eldest daughter.
cw: captain john price x fem!reader
John didn't become a captain through some stoke of luck. He clawed his way to the top — created a name for himself through sheer hard-work. Very few people could command him in the SAS, and one of those people was your father.
Your father was respected and feared, loved and detested — a man that made it to the top of the food chain with heavy scars to prove his worth.
You tagged along with your mother and father to some social event since your day was free while your little sisters went out with their friends. It's not like you had anything better to do so why not join them?
You smiled at every single one of your father's subordinates, noting how they all seemed to cower away and treated you like you were some bomb waiting to explode. It made a pout form on your face, feeling a bit frustrated that everyone thought you were like your gruff father.
Except one man. Captain price.
Not only did his warm smile make your heart leap out of your chest, but when he willingly extended his hand for a handshake and then kissed your knuckles — you became a puddle on the floor.
John knew the correct approach would have just been acknowledging his major's daughter but you were so pretty: your pretty navy blue blouse and chic white skirt that cut off at your thighs had his eyes glued to you. He swore you had a halo behind your head and a pair of white wings on your back — you looked so heavenly he would've fallen on his knees to worship you if you guys weren't at this event.
His boys could easily see the bewitched look on their captains face, teasing him and making smug remarks all throughout the night.
"The captains found a pretty bird, eh?"
He didn't care if you were the major's sweet daughter — he heard the soft gasp that came out your lips when his lips pressed against your skin and he knew he was going to be yours.
(Your dad was just happy that you picked one of his captains and not some snappy recruit)
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
boydad!simon misses when his son was a little newborn.
[ boydad!Simon - one - two - three ]
cw: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader
You liked to think that you showed off your son a decent amount of times with pride like every other parent — but Simon took it to a different level. Anyone who gave him a moment of their time would be subject to listening to him ramble about his adorable son and be forced to see the catalogue of videos he keeps in his gallery.
Regarding that information, It came to no one's surprise that he was a fanatic for taking pictures of your little boy — doesn't matter if it was just him simply playing with his blocks it needed to be photographed!
He began the tradition that once a month he'd take a cute picture of your son next to a ballon that said how old he was in months. He even bought a new polaroid camera for it so he can tuck the images away safely in a photo-book (and most definitely show to your son to tease him once he's older).
Today would be the 8th month of the tradition, your little boy already laying down on a soft wooly blanket as he happily kicked his feet and his chubby hands smacked against the ballon.
You smiled down at your son, cooing at him as you waited for Simon to come in with his camera.
But, after 10 minutes you began to worry. You scooped your son up from the blanket, carefully cradling him and walking to your master bedroom.
"Simon!" You called out into the house, your baby on your hip as you looked through the house for your husband.
Your hand curled around the door knob to your bedroom, creaking the wooden door open and your eyes landing on Simon sitting on the edge of the bed with one of your son's old baby onesies — the first one he wore after you took him back from the hospital.
"Oh, love." You whisper softly, your little boy letting out a curious gurgle when he saw his father sitting on the bed.
"He used to fit in this." Simon mumbled to himself, his hands gently running along the fabric of the onesie.
"Yea, our baby grew up so quick." You added, shuffling yourself to sit beside Simon while your baby squealed and sat in your lap.
"Can't believe it's already been 8 months. He'll be off to uni soon enough." Simon let out a shaky breath, your gaze growing softer seeing his eyes become glossy and his waterline filling with tears.
"He'll always be our baby even when he's grown, love." You reassuringly reminded Simon, a heavy sigh leaving him as his shoulders relaxed. Your little boy wriggled in your arms, crawling his way to his father's arm and giggling once Simon held him securely in his arms.
"You better not grow up too fast on me." Simon playfully lectured your son, cradling the little boy as his large hand gently ruffled his dirty blonde tuft of hair — same shade as his daddy's.
You smiled at the scene in front of you, your head against Simon's shoulder as you both looked lovingly down at your baby. He'll grow up and become a respectable young man, but for now he was in his father's arms and loved unconditionally.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
boydad!simon misses when his son was a little newborn.
[ boydad!Simon - one - two - three ]
pairing: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader
You liked to think that you showed off your son a decent amount of times with pride like every other parent — but Simon took it to a different level. Anyone who gave him a moment of their time would be subject to listening to him ramble about his adorable son and be forced to see the catalogue of videos he keeps in his gallery.
Regarding that information, It came to no one's surprise that he was a fanatic for taking pictures of your little boy — doesn't matter if it was just him simply playing with his blocks it needed to be photographed!
He began the tradition that once a month he'd take a cute picture of your son next to a ballon that said how old he was in months. He even bought a new polaroid camera for it so he can tuck the images away safely in a photo-book (and most definitely show to your son to tease him once he's older).
Today would be the 8th month of the tradition, your little boy already laying down on a soft wooly blanket as he happily kicked his feet and his chubby hands smacked against the ballon.
You smiled down at your son, cooing at him as you waited for Simon to come in with his camera.
But, after 10 minutes you began to worry. You scooped your son up from the blanket, carefully cradling him and walking to your master bedroom.
"Simon!" You called out into the house, your baby on your hip as you looked through the house for your husband.
Your hand curled around the door knob to your bedroom, creaking the wooden door open and your eyes landing on Simon sitting on the edge of the bed with one of your son's old baby onesies — the first one he wore after you took him back from the hospital.
"Oh, love." You whisper softly, your little boy letting out a curious gurgle when he saw his father sitting on the bed.
"He used to fit in this." Simon mumbled to himself, his hands gently running along the fabric of the onesie.
"Yea, our baby grew up so quick." You added, shuffling yourself to sit beside Simon while your baby squealed and sat in your lap.
"Can't believe it's already been 8 months. He'll be off to uni soon enough." Simon let out a shaky breath, your gaze growing softer seeing his eyes become glossy and his waterline filling with tears.
"He'll always be our baby even when he's grown, love." You reassuringly reminded Simon, a heavy sigh leaving him as his shoulders relaxed. Your little boy wriggled in your arms, crawling his way to his father's arm and giggling once Simon held him securely in his arms.
"You better not grow up too fast on me." Simon playfully lectured your son, cradling the little boy as his large hand gently ruffled his dirty blonde tuft of hair — same shade as his daddy's.
You smiled at the scene in front of you, your head against Simon's shoulder as you both looked lovingly down at your baby. He'll grow up and become a respectable young man, but for now he was in his father's arms and loved unconditionally.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
John prides himself in his professionalism but that professionalism wavered when he met his major's sweet eldest daughter.
pairing: captain john price x fem!reader cw: Military inaccuracies
John didn't become a captain through some stoke of luck. He clawed his way to the top — created a name for himself through sheer hard-work. Very few people could command him in the SAS, and one of those people was your father.
Your father was respected and feared, loved and detested — a man that made it to the top of the food chain with heavy scars to prove his worth.
You tagged along with your mother and father to some social event since your day was free while your little sisters went out with their friends. It's not like you had anything better to do so why not join them?
You smiled at every single one of your father's subordinates, noting how they all seemed to cower away and treated you like you were some bomb waiting to explode. It made a pout form on your face, feeling a bit frustrated that everyone thought you were like your gruff father.
Except one man. Captain price.
Not only did his warm smile make your heart leap out of your chest, but when he willingly extended his hand for a handshake and then kissed your knuckles — you became a puddle on the floor.
John knew the correct approach would have just been acknowledging his major's daughter but you were so pretty: your pretty navy blue blouse and chic white skirt that cut off at your thighs had his eyes glued to you. He swore you had a halo behind your head and a pair of white wings on your back — you looked so heavenly he would've fallen on his knees to worship you if you guys weren't at this event.
His boys could easily see the bewitched look on their captains face, teasing him and making smug remarks all throughout the night.
"The captains found a pretty bird, eh?"
He didn't care if you were the major's sweet daughter — he heard the soft gasp that came out your lips when his lips pressed against your skin and he knew he was going to be yours.
(Your dad was just happy that you picked one of his captains and not some snappy recruit)
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
everyone adores girldad!Simon but what about boydad!Simon?
boydad!Simon - one - two
cw: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader
When he bit into the cupcake and saw the light blue butter-cream inside, your muscles tensed as you waited for his reaction... and you almost let out a startled gasp when you saw he had broken down into tears.
He fell onto his knees and wrapped his burly arms around your swollen figure, treasuring your beautiful body that was carrying his son. His stream of tears ruined your sundress but it was hard to care about that in the moment — your ex-military husband that never cried in front of you was now full blown sobbing on his knees while hugging you and breathlessly thanking you for giving him a son between his sniffles.
Simon's hand never strayed from your bump, constantly gliding his hand under your shirt and a fond smile curved onto his face as he felt his baby, his son, kick at his palm.
"he sure is energetic, isn't he love? Should get him started on rugby once he pops out."
He spent months making sure the nursery would be perfect for the little one. He built the cot, rocking chair, installed the shelves — everything. Anytime you tried to lend a helping hand he'd grumble and immediately pick you up bridal style and carry you back to bed, tucking you under the comforter and then pressing a firm kiss on your temple while muttering in a gruff tone, "stay in bed, lovie."
But all that anticipation and excitement couldn't compare to when he actually got to hold his son in the hospital. Your baby looked comically small in Simon's well built arms, but also so perfect cradled in his father's arms and a baby blue blanket wrapped around his body. That was the 2nd time you'd ever seen Simon cry.
"Hey bud, I'm your old man." Simon whispered to the small infant, tears flowing down the curves of his face as he looked down at his precious son. His son.
eee I have so many ideas for boydad!Simon !! I just had to pump this one out first hehe
boydad!simon once his son is big enough to start walking on his own
boydad!Simon - one - two
cw: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader
Once your little man learned to walk on his own, there wasn't a moment in the day when he wasn't trailing behind Simon, giggling as his pudgy feet pattered against the wood floor. You'd snort each time you saw Simon abruptly stop, your little boy bumping straight into Simon's calf and his sweet giggles still echoing in the house as he fell down onto the floor.
Simon loved cradling his son, but he loved even more letting his son wrap his tiny hand around his finger and "drag" him to where ever he wanted to go. To the kitchen? Sure bud. To the bathroom? Of course. To mommy? Following right behind him.
It was a laughable sight, especially at stores where your giant brute of a husband was getting dragged by a little boy who barely even reached his knees.
You'd push the trolley behind the two of them, a smile permanently on your face as you'd hear your little one babble in their baby language and Simon nodding in agreement. It swelled your heart with pride every time someone would pass by, a smile forming on their face seeing the adorable interaction between a father and son. You made him a daddy and god was he damn good at it.
könig would never in a million years speak up in a public environment, but when he sees his poor schatz's sullen face after getting handed the wrong item — social anxiety suddenly never existed to him.
cw: könig x gn!reader
You and König both bonded over the fact you hated unnecessary interactions with other people. You were practically carbon copies of each other; preferring to keep conversations at a minimum and then hurriedly walk back to your office (König's office) and recharge after any social interaction. Doesn't matter if it was a simple "how was your day" coffee talk — you'd whine and fumble into König's lap after to recharge in his warm, bearish hug.
König found it adorable how you used him like a charger, feeling safe in his grasp knowing your feelings were understood and validated. He knew what it was like — his social anxiety stunted him in the conversational skill department as well so he was acutely aware how draining and nerve-wracking the simplest of conversations could be.
On the rare occasions you two have a date night that isn't binge watching shows, you both pick quiet and intimate locations — like tonight you two decided on a fine dining restaurant. Yea it'll be expensive, but better than a concert where you're surrounded by strangers, right?
It was enjoyable for the most part; the atmosphere was romantic and the restaurant was elegantly designed. Only problem — they gave you the wrong dish.
Your face dropped, scrunching in dissatisfaction at the meal in front of you that you definitely did not order; and your grimaced expression did not go unnoticed by König.
It broke his heart seeing his liebchen's sullen expression. He knew you wouldn't call over the waiter to tell them the mistake, so for probably the first time in nearly his 4 decades of existence he called over the waiter.
"This is the wrong order." König nearly growled out, his voice stern and monotone as the waiter quickly spewed out apologies and whisked the plate off the table.
You stared at König, wide-eyed that he did that knowing how uncomfortable it must have made him feel.
"König—"
"Don't worry about it mein Schatz, I'm fine. You know I'd do anything for you, ja?" He gave you that sweet and adoring smile, and you swear you could feel your heart melting and falling in love with him all over again.