One-shot. Red spy has a daughter but he hasn't seen her in two years and now he's supposed to tell her she's going to have nine brothers. Things can't get any worse. Or can they? R&R
CHAPTER 1
SPY'S DAUGHTER POV
"Bullshit!" I screamed at my dad "I haven't seen you in two goddamn years and when you do fucking show your fucking face here it's only to fucking tell me your getting fucking married! I can't believe you! You don't deserve to call yourself my father!" I spat the last bit into his masked face. He stared at me for the longest time, sadness written all over his usually hidden features. I looked him up and down: he had a red pinstriped suit with a matching red mask and gloves. I on the other hand had a black slipknot shirt on with a black miniskirt and fish net stockings. My hair was dyed black with one blue streak in my bangs and I had black leather fingerless gloves with black fingernails. My boots were also black and they had metal skulls on the tip and heels.
A sudden knock at the door brought me out of my thoughts as I padded over and opened the door revealing a guy my age with short brown hair, a dark green Korn shirt, blue denim jeans, hazel eyes flip flops and he was 5'4" only about two inches taller than me. "hey there stranger" I said smiling "'ey babe" he said with a British accent. I nodded my head for him to come in, shutting the door behind him. I grabbed him into a tight bear hug, kissing him firmly "how was your trip honey?" I asked, feeling better "it was amazing! I just wish you could 'ave been there, you would 'ave loved it" he said smiling. "Oh, yes, by the way daddy dearest is here" I said crudely "he came here after me not seeing him for two years to tell me he was getting married and I was going to have nine new brothers, isn't that just wonderful?" I pressed sarcasm into the last bit as we walked back into the living room.
Dad was sitting in the old red chair by the fireplace looking depressed. He looked up when we entered the room "Mark, baby, this is my dad" I motioned to my father "dad, this is Mark, my fiancé" I put a hand on mark, he seemed nervous. "Nice to meet sir" mark held out his hand with a warm smile. Dad stood and shook it " eet eez nize to meet jou also, Vous lâche poulet" he smirked at him. Mark frowned and said "Je parle français également" dads eyes widened and I chuckled then said "Pourquoi vous êtes surpris papa? Mark a eu un grand en français, et je ne également par la voie" he seemed pretty surprised. Then mark smiled at me "he looks so funny when he's surprised" I grinned back and whispered into his ear "I know it's so adorable." When dad finally stopped looking so baffled he said "well ze wedding eez next month I 'ope to zee jou zere" he got up and left. "Babe 'ow 'bout you 'n' me go to your pops weddin' 'n' then we get some champagne ta celebrate?" he said wrapping his hand around my waist. I looked up at him and put a hand on his cheek, pulling him down for a kiss "I think that's a good idea sweetings but first lets celebrate you returning home safely" I said, tugging at his pants with a chuckle.
TRANSLATIONSVous lâche poulet : you cowardly chicken
Je parle français également : I speak French also
Pourquoi vous êtes surpris papa? Mark a eu un grand en français, et je ne également par la voie : Why you are so surprised papa? Mark had a major in French, and I do also by the way