Romans & histoires My Five Guardian Dads

My father has reverted this clan back to nothing more than the blood sucking leeches that other supernaturals say we are. “Drake. Come in. As you can see, we have distinguished guests. Custos Regni.” He purrs, as if they are here of their own volition. I look at my father and then the rest of the room in a current state of feeding frenzy with the smell of the Guardians fueling the vampires’ desire. “And you thought they would enjoy watching this?” He shrugs as if he doesn’t understand the position that he’s putting us in. These are Guardians, the most powerful supernaturals that exist. You don’t make enemies with those that can literally obliterate you into dust.

Mason cursed under his breath, muttering something I didn’t catch. I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t because all I could hear was that one sentence echoing in my head… He was also in love with your mother. My stomach twisted. “Also?” I repeated slowly. “You’re telling me… my mother had two men… dangerous men, obsessed with her?” My grandmother didn’t flinch. “Not two… three.” “Your father,” she continued slowly, like she was measuring her words, like he could hear her. “was the worst of them all.”

We'll be back soon. I stared at it, wiped my tears, and typed back: [I'll be waiting.] Outside, the sky had already gone dark. But I knew when morning came, they'd be back. Because they were my dads. One hundred and eight heroes. One hundred and eight silent guardians of the country. And I was the daughter they were most proud of.

The sound of a throat clearing makes all of our heads snap to the left and there standing in the doorway of the kitchen are our dads with wide smirks plastered on their faces. "If Bel finds out you four have the hots for her best friend she's going to cut your dicks off" my dad Roman says with a chuckle and a shake of his head. "Not only will she cut your dicks off but she'll probably shove them down your throats" mom says coming out of nowhere carrying Zeus. "Look as much as we want you four to follow in our footsteps" my dad Roman says. "this lifestyle isn't for everyone so I suggest you all either find a dynamic that works for all of you whether it be you all share or each have your own g

“They didn’t leave you. Mommy got mad at them and left and your daddies were so angry they never stopped searching for you, my three little sunshines. They would never leave you.” “If they are not playing with fairies, where are they mommy?” “Right here, baby. Your three fathers, Connor, Neo and Shane are right here and they will never stop loving you like I love you.” I wait for their questions. I wait for them to tell me they hate me for not telling them the truth. Niko stares at Cal and I can feel Cal staring at me from the side. “The superhero is my dad!” Cal shouts. I hold onto his little hands that are around my neck and ask.

Gunner moves his hips back and forth, pretending he is spanking something in front of him, while making a high pitch moaning sound, “Oh, Kill… You hot alpha heir who is madly smitten by me…Yeah, pump my wolf out of me and make me your Luna…” He looks and sounds so comical doing it that I have a hard time holding my laughter when my dad and his beta open the front doors to the pick-up truck. Making Gunner and me stand in attention and swallow our laughter. The two doors behind them open, too. Revealing, no other than Gio and his mom, Vilma. The Guardians. Members of the wolf blood council. What are they doing here? “What are you guys doing here just standing like idiots?” My dad, ladies and g

I have a small black stud in at the moment, but I change it up. My family, especially my parents, are amazingly supportive, sometimes too supportive, but I can’t complain about that. I’m lucky to have parents who love me and support me. I don't know the full history of my mom and her parents, but I do know that they ignored her and made her feel unloved. So, Mom makes sure Kai and I know how loved we are. Then dad didn’t have a good relationship with his bio mom, who he had to kill to save the world. Dad has a decent relationship with his bio dad, Death, who is one of the Five, making dad a demigod of death. From what I understand, their father son relationship really started when I was conc

~Brady~ I feel I lot lighter as I jog to class. It’s right down the hallway, so I don’t have far to go. I walk in and wave to Coach Martin. He’s shooting the bull with Colton and Grant. He was my dad’s best friend growing up and is technically my godfather. Uncle Dave and Tom were a year younger than them, so they put Adam in all of Dad’s classes as a safety measure. He comes from a long line of warriors and was one of the first lead warriors Dad instated. I just happen to be lucky that my gamma and beta are the same age as me.

Taking a deep breath, I turn back to my father and nod, steeling myself for whatever truths may come to light. “Tell me everything,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. My father nods, a somber expression on his face. “Long ago, our family is entrusted with a powerful legacy: a legacy that has been passed down through generations. It is a gift and a burden, one that shapes our destiny in ways we cannot fully comprehend.” He pauses, as if searching for the right words to continue. “Your mother and I were Guardians, sworn to protect this legacy at all costs. But there are those who seek to exploit its power for their own sinister purposes.”

“Everyone is with you, and even if we can’t be there in person, we’re thinking of you. Take care of yourself. I’ll let you go.” “Thanks.” I mutter, keeping my head down before he bids me farewell and hangs up. Dad pulls me in for a hug, rubbing my back, and I take the moment to rein in my emotions before he moves back and gives me a nod. “It’s going to be fine.” He says. I nod as someone says we begin in five minutes. The door opens, and the immense amount of power tells me my family is here before I even see them. Turning, I see it’s: Mama, Alessandra, the Westwood Five, Asher, Ahren, Rayhan, Delsanra, Chris and Grandad El stepping inside.