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hello! can you please do headcanons of 141 boys with nepo baby!reader?

ahh thank you sm for requesting! this was so creative and UGH i totally wish in another life i could be a nepo baby with all of life's luxuries

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summary: When the 141 met you, you had done an amazing job keeping your repo!baby status under wraps. What happens when your starstrucked boyfriend finally finds out?

pairing: Task Force 141 x fem!nepo baby!reader

warnings: swearing

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John Price

Surprised but happy you aren't one of those stuck up ones (*cough* *cough* Kendall Jenner *cough* cough*)

"Hey love, these came in for you today," your boyfriend, John, said as he heaved in a large bouquet of flowers with an ornate envelope attached

You groaned loudly as you opened the envelope and the room filled with the aroma of fresh red roses

You skimmed over the letter before tossing it back onto your kitchen island

"Something the matter?" he comforted as he wrapped his arms around you

"They just want me to walk for Victoria Secret," you said as if it was an inconsequential request, "something about how my mum's wings and outfit would fit me perfectly."

At this, you felt the palpable silence and turned to see the bewildered look on John's face

"What I'm getting from this is that you are a model fit for their show and also have a mother who used to be a model for them?" he almost whispered and you nodded in response

He whistled quietly as he pulled you back into his arms

"I knew you were gorgeous but it's nice to hear that others think the same," he joked and you lightly smacked at his chest

"My mum always wanted me to get into modeling but after my last show as a teenager, I decided civilian life was more for me"

He nodded as he put aside the letter and put the flowers in a more respectable place

"Well I am glad you chose that," he replied, "don't think I would be able to meet a world class model."

You cocked an eyebrow and laughed slightly at his response

"You're telling me! I'm lucky for a shot at the respectable military captain who looks absolutely dashing in a bonnie hat"

With that, he gave you a soft kiss and you giggled as his facial hairs tickled you slightly

"Although, if I get sent any brand deals for shaving cream and beard care, I know the perfect person to give it to"

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

Overall he is the most excited to find this fun fact out about you

He realizes when you meet with your sister at a local coffee shop

You ran up to her with Johnny closely following behind you and you hugged her excitedly

"Maeve! It is so good to see you again," you smiled, "this is my boyfriend, Johnny"

Your boyfriend did a double take as your sister shook his hand and sat down at the table

"Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked quietly and you and your sister shared a look before laughing

"Hmm what project are you working on now?" you asked her as Johnny just watched the interaction

"That's a secret for now," she said mysteriously, "I will tell you we're premiering the show on Max"

Once she said that, it was almost as if a lightbulb went off in his head

"Oh shite," he said a bit too loudly, "you're Maeve! You did that show on Netflix!"

She nodded as she sipped her matcha latte casually

"Wait so if that's you," he said before turning to you, "does this mean you're parents are those famous spy movie directors?"

You nodded as he finally understood but before you could reply, your sister beat you too it

"She was always the studious older sister, chose to go to university here instead of pursuing an acting career," you sister proudly replied as you leaned into Johnny's chest

"To be fair, dad's films were always too ambiguous for me," you joked, "he always loved those off plot twists."

You laughed at the memory and both Johnny and Maeve joined in

After that, you had a pleasant lunch but you definitely needed a tea with lemon and honey after answering all of Johnny's questions

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

You were not a nepo baby by conventional means

No, you didn't have parents who were famous actors or singers

You were the worst kind of nepo baby for Kyle

You were the daughter of a General in the British Army

Maybe he should've been clued in by your surprising knowledge of military history and traditions

In fact he did look at you a bit skeptically when you adjusted his ribbons of decorations/medals

"You're a natural at this," he said as he kissed your forehead. "My dad and the internet taught me all I needed to know," you smiled back.

Kyle never did get to ask you who your father was until you were at the Army ball

When he saw one of the decorated Generals making his way to you, he could feel a lump in his throat

Kyle immediately saluted the man and almost lost it when he saw him hug you and spin your around

"Pleasure seeing you here, dad," you beamed at him, "didn't know you could make it to this one!"

As Kyle was putting the pieces together, the small talk ended and your father turned to him

"Sergeant Garrick-" "Yes, sir, that's me" he said, fumbling over his words and causing you to laugh loudly

"I've heard much about you and the missions," your father spoke highly as you looked over anxiously, "just make sure you come back home to my daughter."

With that, he gave Kyle a firm handshake and hugged you before returning back to mingle amongst the other officers and soldiers

Kyle stood there for a moment looking at his hand

"Did that just happen?" "Congratulations Kyle, you survived meeting my father!"

Simon "Ghost" Riley

He does not put the pieces together until something forces him to realize who you actually are (more like whose daughter you are)

"Keep your head down, I think someone's following us," Simon warned you as he lead you down another aisle in the grocer's

For the past hour, there had been a man with a camera had been following you and trying to snap pictures

Simon had been more than observant and was running through scenarios to lose this man without any unnecessary violence

"Oh, they're probably trying to figure out where my parents are staying while they're in town," you said nonchalantly, "probably trying to get the best pictures before the premiere."

At this Simon, pulled you aside and look at you bewildered

"Are they in any danger?" he said as he pulled out his phone to make an urgent call

You giggled a bit before taking his phone from his hand and smiling

"No, no, they're probably just preparing to be harassed by the paparazzi. Nothing they're not used to," you said as you typed a few things into his phone's search browser

"Here, you might have heard of them before from all those superhero action movies," you continued, giving Simon back the phone so he could look at the Wiki page

"So you're saying that you didn't think this was important information to tell me when we started dating?" he asked as he looked back down at you

You rolled your eyes before pulling him along to continue you're shopping

"I honestly didn't think it was that important, Simon," you mumbled, "besides would it affect your decision to date me."

He shook his head as he tried to understand the whole situation and how you were the daughter of two very famous and successful actors

"For such a smart military man, you are a bit dense sometimes," you joked before turning and blocking the titular shot from the camera man with a cereal box

"Not this time!" you yelled triumphantly before Simon took the opportunity to plant a kiss on your cheek

"That's why I dated you."

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elizabethcromwell · 3 months

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Chapter Two: Two Centauri, a Human and a Drunk Narn Walk Into a Bar

The weeks go by and I manage to return to some semblance of a normal, G’Kar free life. Of course we bump into each other and it’s awkward and tense but, no one has died and Michael’s face has healed.

In the mornings, I wake up slowly.

I put on water for tea and hop into a lukewarm shower. Hot water credits are expensive and the cold showers seem to help with the ache of missing G’Kar; the incessant need that he seemed to have satiated for me. I take my shower and drink my tea. I read until I have to head to the archives. I ignore the nagging thoughts of running straight to G’Kar. Every inch of me misses him. Not just the lusty parts. But the late nights and quiet mornings - we spent a lot of time together. Talking. Sharing everything. I knew a lot about the Narn empire, probably more than any other human, probably, in the galaxy. He did his reading, scrolling through messages and returning correspondences. And I read, curled up next to him, his arm around me. I shake my head and remind myself of what he said and how badly it hurt. The pain is sharper than the need and I can’t seem to get his voice out of my head: it is nothing.

I square my shoulders and dry my tears before I step out into the busy halls of Babylon 5.

My position in the archives is luxurious despite the cramped, dark rooms. I spend my days archiving and digitizing and scanning in thousands of books, papers, records and magazines and newspapers that get funneled into my literary cave. Anything historical or scientific gets sent back to the owner, government or library from whence it came. Anything that Earthforce deems important gets uploaded to the central data network. Everything else gets sold or incinerated. Which is why my personal quarters are plum full of romances and dramas and mysteries and thrillers. It’s a perk of the job. I get first dibs on anything that isn’t wanted - which is always the good stuff. I also act as a librarian of sorts - the staff and commanders, government agents and curious denizens all come to us for access to information. If it’s approved for the public, they may have a copy. Anything else needs a clearance.

I don’t have to wear a uniform and I have a little kettle and more tea to get me through the day. I have access to the staff commissary and cafeteria for minimal credits, if any. It’s not necessarily thrilling or cushy but, I get to live on Babylon 5 and have access to more books than I’ll ever be able to read.

That was how I met G’Kar. He came by one day, complaining about the lack of an assistant and in desperate need of, “one bloody map,” and the network wasn’t pulling it up for him. It had been one of those ridiculous, locked eyes, brushing hands, blushing and stuttering and smiling moments. Love at first sight. He’d come back every day for two weeks and I thought I was going to die by the time he finally asked me to dinner.

We hadn’t separated since.

Now, I’m back to spending my days reading and sorting and scanning and trying not to think about that certain Narn ambassador. I toss another few outdated encyclopedias into the incinerator and wish to the stars I could incinerate these stupid feelings. Tears well as I shut the fire door and press the green button, watching the pages burst into white hot flame and then disappear.

“Good morning!” A happy, familiar voice calls from the window in front of my desk, “Anybody home?”

“Coming!” I answer and make my way through the shelves of books and stacks of boxes, sniffling away any indication that I was crying in the corner. I come around the stack and see my friend standing at the window and offer a genuine smile, “Hello, Vir.”

“Good morning, Dove,” he sighs, though his eyes sparkle with the near constant joy and positivity I’ve come to associate with the ambassador’s attache, “I’ve brought my usual offering of a matcha latte and lemon scone,” he smiles - holding up the little paper cup and matching paper bag.

“My hero,” I smile and accept his gifts, “I don’t have anything new for Londo, though. I’m sorry,” I look through my notebook of standing requests and Londo’s appeals for anything Narn related. G’Kar has the same request standing for the Centauri. And Ambassador Delenn has an order for nearly everyone. Everyone who has an enemy has put in a request for information. Vir checks in twice a week and brings gifts in exchange for preferred treatment. Which he gets.

“Well, actually, I’m not here for that today,” Vir gives me a nervous look and I arch my eyebrow, “Ambassador Mollari requests your presence for,” he clears his throat, “Dinner.”

“Oh, no,” I shake my head and lean back in my chair, “Not a chance.”

“Oh, Dove,” Vir whines, “Please don’t make me tell him no.”

“Tell him no. Send him down here and I’ll tell him no.”

“Dove.”

“Vir,” I shake my head, “I’m not going on a date with a nonhuman ever, again. Let alone another ambassador. Let alone the sworn enemy of my ex-boyfriend nonhuman ambassador. Not a chance in the galaxy.”

Vir stares at me but doesn't prod - universe bless him for it, “Fine. But you know he’s not going to be happy.”

“So be it,” I nod, “Look at this face. This is the face of a thirty-three year old woman who simply cannot go on another date. Ever again.”

“It will be my great displeasure to tell Ambassador Mollari that you turned him down, Dove. But also,” Vir leans in, that sparkle returning as he lowers his voice, conspiratorially, “Do you want to get drinks with me tonight? We can… how did you say… talk shit?”

“I would love to. See you at eight? Nine?”

Vir nods, clapping quietly, “Nine o’clock.”

I watch Vir skip off - sending up a prayer that he doesn’t catch too much flack for returning without anything from the archives or a date for Londo. I go back to work - feeling a bit better about life with Vir’s latte and snack; looking forward to drinks with my friend. I take another stack of moldy, dated encyclopedias and dictionaries to the incinerator. I barely have a chance to toss them in before the little brass bell at the window is being beaten within an inch of its antique life, “Mercy me,” I return, “I’m coming! Nothing is that important here - oh,” G’Kar stands, straight and tall and looming, “Ambassador,” I greet him, folding my arms across my chest, “What can I help you with?”

“What do you mean she said no!?” Londo Mollari nearly jumps out of his chair, his desk and the contents spread across it shake and wobble, “She said no!?”

“She did,” Vir nods and wrings his hands, “But you have to understand - she’s still quite sad about Ambassador G’Kar. I don’t think she’s ready for that!”

Londo scoffs, “I am not asking for a… for anything, Vir! Just dinner,” Londo says and Vir gives him a look of exasperation, “Okay, perhaps I do not have such pure intentions. Nothing brings me so much joy as to piss off the Narn. G’Kar in particular. Chasing after the archivist,” Vir gives Londo another look and Londo sighs dramatically, “Chasing after Dove is the perfect way to achieve that,” Vir chews his lip, trying to keep his opinion to himself. Londo sighs dramatically, “What is it, Vir?”

“Dove is my friend,” Vir steps forward, “The Ambassador was not kind to her and I… well, I don’t want her to get hurt.”

Londo straightens and his gaze softens, “The only victim I intend to make is that of the Narn idiot down the hall, understood?” Vir nods, “Good. Now, what time are you meeting her for drinks?”

“G’Kar,” I exhale, on the verge of crying simply out of frustration, “Please, just go. I have work to do. I’m sure you do, too.”

“I miss you, Dove. I have made a terrible mistake.”

“You haven’t even apologized, G’Kar,” I shake my head and sink down into my chair, staring up at him, “Still, you can’t even say you love me without making sure nobody is around. You’re looking down the hallway right now,” I snap and G’Kar returns his gaze to me - I didn’t think Narn’s could blush but his cheeks darken and he lowers his face in shame, “I can’t do this G’Kar. I never asked you to parade me around here like your bride but, damn. You could have… said something, anything else to Na’Toth. Now please,” I hold up my hand when G’Kar makes to argue and he bows his head again, “Please, please go and let me move on with my life.”

“Dovey.”

“G’Kar, please.”

“Everything all right here?” Commander Sinclair appears next to G’Kar, brow furrowed. We exchange looks and he nods, “Did you need something from the archives, Ambassador?”

G’Kar shakes his head, “No, what I need is not available yet.”

“Then I trust you’ll be on your way. As you know Miss Dove is incredibly busy and her job is vital to Babylon 5’s productivity,” the Commander glares at G’Kar and G’Kar stares at me for a moment longer and tears prick and sting my eyes as I do my best to back.

“Just go, G’Kar,” I whisper and he nods, stepping back and giving me a curt bow before finally leaving, his hulking form disappearing down the hallway.

“Take the rest of the day off, Dove,” the Commander nods to me, “I insist.”

“I thought I was vital to the workings of the station, Commander.”

He smirks, “You are but, I also don’t want to get a work order in because some cried on the scanner and blew a fuse. And it’s not incredibly professional for me to present war texts with tear splotches, either. Take the day off. I’ll make sure G’Kar knows that he’s to use the other archivists for his needs.”

“Thank you,” I manage to squeak out, “I mean it.”

“See you back here in the morning,” the Commander nods with a smile.

G’Kar, esteemed ambassador of the Narn regime, is beside himself.

Well, perhaps he has been beside himself before. He’s prone to his emotions, he can admit that. But he’s never been this beside himself and this drunk before. But here he is. Sitting in his quarters with nearly an entire bottle of kriul burning in his belly while his heart breaks and tears stream down his face.

She had seemed so small, so delicate.

His Dove, his lovely Dovey, had looked up at him and he had seen only pain and tears in her eyes - both of which were his fault. He thought she’d come back, though, he did. He’d been wrong about that, it seems. He was wrong about everything with Dove. And he’d been an ass, “Ambassador,” Na’Toth appears in the doorway and the light is blinding to G’Kar’s poor, drunk eyes, “It’s late. You have an early morning.”

“Leave me alone.”

“Ambassador,” Na’Toth steps inside and the door slides shut - it’s little relief with Na’Toth holding firm in her disobedience, “I understand that you are upset but your drinking has increased significantly. You’ve been exhausted and sick for the last three days. I’m afraid at this rate, you’ll be drunk or unconscious - you have an important meeting tomorrow.”

“Unconscious? It would be a blessing, Na’Toth, now go.”

G’Kar does not want to hate Na’Toth, he thinks as he glares at her, hating her. She is good at what she does, one of the best. It would be difficult, to say the least, to replace her. Even more difficult to actually dismiss her. So he glares. And he hates.

“Ambassador, you must… you must snap out of this!”

G’Kar roars then, jumping up and nearly falling over - the entire room spins. He realizes that his words are nearly incoherent as he falls out into the hallway; the lights are far too bright and the halls far too busy, “If you will not leave, I will!”

The Zocalo is bright and loud and never, ever experiences a lull. If you’re looking for peace and quiet, perhaps one of the more exclusive bars on the outskirts of the chaos or the tea shop that closes before clubs open. Thankfully, peace and quiet is not what I need as I sit down next to Vir, “Dove! You made it,” he waves over at the bartender, “One for her,” he points to the ruby red, slushy drink in front of him, “Make hers a double.”

No sooner than my drink appears before me does Londo Mollari appear next to Vir, “Ambassador,” Vir gives Londo an uneasy look, “What a coincidence!”

“Yes,” Vir sighs and gives me a look that tells me it isn’t a coincidence at all, “What a coincidence.”

“And Dove! The most beautiful archivist on Babylon 5, nay, I say! The universe. The sun could not outshine you, the stars could not out sparkle the life in your eyes.”

I arch my eyebrow, “Hello, Ambassador.”

“Oh, no, no, no,” Londo shakes his head, holding out his hand. I slip mine into it and he peppers it with kisses before standing up straight, “You will call me Londo.”

He stares at me expectantly and I can do nothing more than smile, “Would you like to join us?”

Londo is a terrible liar and he huffs and puffs and assures me he can’t. Even Vir is rolling his eyes, “Londo, just sit,” he says, “I know your schedule.”

“If you insist,” Londo says, “I’ll have what she’s having,” he calls, pointing to my drink, “Please.”

“I’ll have to warn you, Londo,” I take a long, cold sip from my straw and he watches my mouth for a moment before sliding his eyes back up to mine, “We came here to bitch.”

“Bitch?” he asks, nodding to the bartender as he pushes his drink across the counter.

“Yes, it means to complain. About everything and anything. Talk shit.”

“Oh, well,” Londo smiles, canines glinting in the light, waggling his eyebrows, “I do love to bitch.”

G’Kar cannot believe his drunk, tear-burnt eyes.

He’s sure he’s passed out somewhere and this is just some horrible, inebriated nightmare. But, he’s not waking up, is he? Na’Toth appears at his side, “You see? It is time for you to move on, too. She has a fetish, clearly.”

The words sting and G’Kar winces but, he doesn’t argue. Dove sits next to Londo Mollari, that Centauri bastard - they’re both staring at Vir while he tells a story, arms and hands flailing as he animates it. Vir jumps forward with a loud roar and Dove screams, clinging to Londo’s arm - all three of them falling into a fit of giggles. She leans over and whispers in Londo’s ear and, Londo puts his hand over hers and they both start laughing, again. She’s happy. Her cheeks are pink and her smile is wide. She’s let her hair fall out of that braid she keeps it tangled in.

G’Kar roars, stepping out into the noise and neon and all three turn, their smiles falling.

“Mollari, you son of a bitch!”

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