#Nightmare tells the boys a bedtime story

[topazshadowwolf]

GoopTales: Part 17

Time for the kids to go to bed. (again... but this time in their room)

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17(you are here)

AO3: Ch 1 (1-4), Ch 2 (4-8), Ch 3 (9-12), Ch 4 (13-16)

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The bedrooms the boys usually slept in were close to his chambers but not right next door. They were in the same hall, just further down and clustered together. They chose them like mildly rebellious teenagers who wanted to strike out on their own while only moving a block away. With them currently being so small, Nightmare didn’t want them even that far away. Besides, their rooms were far too much of a mess as well. (Except for Cross’ room, but that is beside the point.)

No, Nightmare wanted these younger versions of his boys closer to his room and in a cleaner space. Also, with how clingy they were towards each other, they would be best all together in one room versus separated in four different ones like normal.

So he picked a room right next to his. While Lyra got them washed up for the night, he got the room ready for them. Their favorite blankets he did fetch from their rooms with pictures or other items each boy seemed fond of. They might not remember these objects, but if those items bring any amount of comfort, then the effort is worth it. As he was doing this, it was starting to hit him.

Obviously, he knew and understood what happened, but all this time, he had been reacting to the situation. He did ponder it before… but as he was setting up a room for them, the realness of this was sinking further in. He sat on a chair he set near the bed to read from as he needed a moment to settle the complex feelings within him.

This evening had been nice. They ate dinner together, played a board game, and enjoyed each other's company. But the fact is that his boys were different. As enjoyable as this afternoon and evening were, he wanted the adults back. He even missed the chaos of them. He would know they were alright if they were their true selves again. Additionally, they would know who he was and not be wondering why they couldn’t go home.

(Except for Dust, that one could use being raised by him. A far better option than his actual childhood.)

But even the adult Dust he sorely missed.

“Here we are!” Said Lyra as she guided the boys into the room. They were all dressed for bed and looking around with wide, bright sockets.

“wow! we get to sleep here?!” Killer asked as he looked up at Lyra.

“Yes, you do! It is the room Mr. Night chose for you to sleep in. Was that nice of him?” She asked.

“yes!” Cross replied as he then ran in and over to the bed. 

It was a tall bed, so Nightmare had put a step stool for the children to use. Cross, though, being the adventurous child he is, decided to disregard the stool and try climbing up on his own. The heavy emotions Nightmare had been feeling were replaced by amusement as he watched the child struggle to climb up to the top.

“Do you want help, Cross?” Nightmare asked.

“mm, nah… i got… it,” Cross huffed as he finally squirmed and pulled his way up.

“oh! I wanna try!” Killer said as he started climbing.

Horror used the step stool and then helped Dust up as well. They sat on the bed, watching Killer struggle his way up and join Cross in laying on his back and catching his breath.

Breath finally caught, Cross sat up and smiled at Nightmare, “thank you, mr. night!”

“what… he said,” Killer wheezed.

Horror and Dust also said their thank yous, though Dust’s was more mumbled than anything. He picked up one of the books Lyra had previously bought and opened it. The story was very… simple… so was the wording. He frowned for a moment and then looked at the Toriel in question. “This is really meant for children?”

“Well… yes,” She replied, looking confused.

“There is nothing here to challenge the mind,” He stated with a frown.

“They are getting ready for bed, not school. You can read something to offer a challenge in the morning. For now, a simple story, with a simple moral, is best for sleeping,” She explained, and Nightmare had to admit that made sense. Still, he had been reading far more advanced books when he was just a little older than them.

“i wanna be challenged!” Killer protested.

“what kind of challenge?” Cross asked as he sat up. “is it a test of strength?”

“or speed?” Killer asked.

“It is a test to see,” Lyra started, but Nightmare could see the nervousness in Dust’s eyelights.

“Not a test,” Nightmare said quickly to cut off. “Also, no challenges tonight. What Lyra was saying is right. You four need sleep.”

“but i don’t wanna,” Killer huffed.

“Well, if you do not sleep, then you will not be able to do anything fun tomorrow,” Nightmare stated flatly.

“what?! why not?!” Killer then demanded, sitting up, “that’s mean! why won’t you let me do anything fun tomorrow just for not sleeping?”

“It will not be me not letting you. It will be you being too tired to do anything fun,” Nightmare replied. He then mused and set the book aside. “I think I have the perfect story for the night. It is one that actually happened, and I was there to see.”

“Did it happen last week?” Killer asked.

“Longer than that,” Nightmare replied.

“Last month?” Cross then asked, wanting to join in this game.

“Longer,” Nightmare answered.

Horror was now curious and spoke up, “two years ago?”

“Still longer,” Nightmare replied.

“how old are you, mr. night?” Dust asked quietly.

“I am both very old and not at the same time,” Nightmare answered, “Now, will you let me tell my story?”

“how can you be very old and not very old?” Killer asked.

“are you like the boss monsters? they stop aging unless they have kids.” Horror asked.

“We are like that, yes,” Lyra replied. She then smiled at Nightmare. “I will go clean up and let you tell your story.”

She left the room, and he stood and readjusted the blankets. As Nightmare tucked them each in, he started his story. “Settle in, comfy cozy, as they say. Now, once upon a time, a very long time ago, there was a tiny sun and a tiny moon. They were brothers, and they got along very well, sharing what they had and protecting a great planet that was their mother.”

Killer gasped quietly and whispered, “i love space!”

“shhh,” Replied Horror.

“Now the sun was always bright and happy, and all the mortals that lived on their mother were happy to see him. They were so glad to see him that one day, this tiny sun asked if he could stay up with his brother, the moon, all night long. The moon wasn’t sure if that was wise and asked the sun if he would still be able to warm the planet the next day if he did that. Too excited to think about the consequences, the sun assured the moon he could. That night, the sun played all night with the moon, and the moon had so much fun playing with his brother, the sun.

“Then the morning came, and the sun was so tired that he fell asleep. Worried for his brother, the moon tried to help, but his light wasn’t as strong as the sun’s. The mortals became cold, and that made them angry.”

“Moon!” Nightmare snapped in a more gruff voice. “Where is Sun? We need him, not you!”

The next voice he did was more youthful, and he felt odd hearing it. Still, he continued, as the children seemed happy, “I am sorry, cried Moon. I am trying my best, but my brother is tired and needs to sleep. I will help you the best I can.”

“It is your fault! You tricked him into being active at night when we need to sleep. Now, when we need his light and warmth, we are in the dark and cold! The mortals yelled at the small moon. They continued to insult and threaten the moon until he ran and hid. Soon, the sun woke, and he saw his brother was gone.”

“Sun! The mortal called, We have chased off the wicked moon who dared to steal your place.”

“This surprised the sun, and he then ran. The mortals yelled after the sun as they were left in darkness without Sun providing his light. They did not even have the tiny moon there to give his light. Still, that did not matter to Sun as he wanted to find his brother, Moon. So, he left the mortals in their darkness.

“He searched and searched, finding the small moon eventually by a stream of stardust. He apologized to the moon for breaking his promise and said that he would do his best to complete his duties so the mortals would never talk to him like that ever again.”

“did the moon forgive him?” Killer asked.

“Yes, he did,” Nightmare answered.

“the mortals should have apologized!” Cross frowned and folded his arms.

“what are mortals anyway?” Killer asked.

“i don’t know what they are either,” Cross frowned.

“None of you know what mortals are?” Nightmare asked. And all but one shook their heads. “Dust?”

“they… are any creature that can grow old and die…,” Dust said softly.

“That is correct. Humans and monsters are all mortals,” Nightmare praised.

“are there things that don’t?” Killer asked, looking at Dust.

“immortal is the word for a thing that doesn’t grow old and die,” Dust answered.

“Well done,” Nightmare nodded.

“are you in-mortal?” Cross asked Nightmare.

Killer then gasped and sat up, “is that how you’re old and not old?”

“It is pronounced immortal, but yes,” Nightmare said before he had Killer lie back to tuck him in again. “Now, we can discuss this more in the morning. Good night.”

He reached over to turn off the light when Killer whined, “don’t we get a kiss goodnight?”

“A what?” Nightmare frowned as he looked at Killer.

“dad always gives me a kiss on the head right here,” Killer pointed at a spot in the middle of his forehead. “i can’t go to sleep without it.”

“What do you mean you can’t? You did last night,” Nightmare corrected.

“that was a slumber party, that’s different,” Killer whined.

“Is this not also, in a way, a ‘slumber party?’” Nightmare frowned.

“nuh-uh! this is different,” Killer frowned and folded his arms.

“slumber parties have games, and you stay up late and watch movies and stuff,” Cross explained.

“this is ‘mommy and daddy wanna do fun stuff without the kids, so we have to go to bed when they want,’” Killer huffed, and Horror snorted back a laugh.

“what?! what kinda fun stuff do they do?” Cross said while looking shocked at the idea that what Killer said could be true.

“stuff that isn’t even fun, like kissing,” Killer complained.

“If kissing is an issue, why are you asking for one?” Nightmare inquired.

“it’s diiiiiifferent!” Killer threw his arms up as he spoke with an exasperated tone. As annoying as this was, Nightmare could not help but find amusement. “i want a bedtime kiss. adult do gross mouth kissing!” Killer frowned and glared at the ceiling as he folded his arms again.

“ewww, do they brush their teeth first?” Cross asked.

“i don’t think they do since they just kiss each other on the lips. or teeth for skeletons or non-lip monsters,” Horror added.

“nuh-uh! i saw some kissing before, and they were opening their mouths and-” Killer started.

“That is enough,” Nightmare interjected as this was getting out of hand. He highly doubted he would hear the end of this if he didn’t surrender to Killer’s demands. “Here,” he said as he bent over and kissed Kill’s forehead. Then he did the same for Cross, Horror, and Dust. “Now, go to sleep.”

“thank you, and good night, mr. night!” Killer said with a big smile before rolling to his side and closing his sockets. The others added their own thank yous and settled into bed to sleep. Nightmare turned off the light and then turned to leave. The cartoon-style dragon night light illuminated the way, even though he didn’t need it to see.

He stepped out into the hall, noticing Lyra was standing nearby as he closed the door most of the way. She leaned closer to him and said softly, “I thought I was going to have to save you.”

“You already have,” He smiled at her. “Thank you”

“I will ask you one more time. Are you sure?” She asked as she looked at him calmly. “My room is just right over there. The very room you gave me so I would feel more welcomed here. I can stay… I will stay however long you need me.”

He looked away, thinking about that. If there was no cure? What then? She would be stuck being the mother of his sons… his henchmen who would truly be his sons. No. He knows Toriel’s are motherly, but he highly doubted the boys sleeping in the room behind him were the type of children she would want to be the mother of. If he lets her stay, she will accept that fate… just as she has allowed him to cling to her.

“Lyra, I will call you when I need help, I guarantee that. But let me at least try,” He said.

She hummed softly and nodded, “Alright, I understand. They are your boys.”

Lyra then did something he did not expect as she placed her hand on his face, along his left jawline. She directed his head to tilt up as she leaned down and gently kissed his forehead. “Good night, Moonbeam.”

He blinked at her as she pulled away and gave him a mischievous smile. All the while, his mind struggled to get caught up with the act that just occurred. It took longer than it should have to register that she kissed him good night.

Not once in his long life had he ever been kissed goodnight before. And now…

Her portal was open, and she was walking towards it. His mind snapped out of its daze just in time for Nightmare to say, “Good night, Lyra.” She gave him another smile before walking through and leaving his castle.

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Nightmare should go to his office, where he stashed the dating advice books. He was not as ready for that as he should have been. It was such a… soft and platonic kiss that it should not have startled him. Leaning against the castle wall, he sighed… it was likely just him being tired and honestly not used to acts of affection beyond initiating hugs with others.

He needed sleep… and while the boys were asleep, he should sleep too.

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[starkwlkr]

Imagine a Hugh Jackman x reader where one of their kids gets a nightmare and wants the wolverine to scare the monsters away? Reader walking into the scene of Hugh in a children’s wolverine costume trying to cheer them up?? Have a great day and take care of yourself :D

the monsters gone and your daddys’s here | hugh jackman

an: thanks anon for the request! this was such a cute idea 🥹

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Alex was a heavy sleeper so when his younger brother, Reese, whispered his name, the boy continued snoring. Reese had trouble sleeping, but he never told his parents. Why? He thought the scary monster under his bed would get them if Reese told them.

Even with his stuffed animals and blanket, Reese still couldn’t sleep. He then remembered that his dad had bought them walkie talkies for christmas. Hugh kept one on his nightstand. The boys usually called in if they wanted a bedtime story or just to say I love you. Right now more than ever, Reese needed his dad to scare away the monsters.

He grabbed the device from his nightstand and turned it on. He pressed the button and called for Hugh.

“Dad? Can you hear me?” Reese released the button hoping Hugh would immediately reply.

On the other end, Hugh heard it. It took a few tries from Reese to finally get him to wake up, but eventually he did. You were sleeping with Olivia beside you, he didn’t want either of you to wake up so he quickly answered it.

“Hey, what’s wrong buddy?” He asked.

“I can’t sleep.” He responded nervously.

“Why?”

It took a few seconds, but Reese finally decided to tell Hugh what was wrong. “There’s scary monsters and I’m scared. What if they get you and mom! And what if they get Alex and Olivia!?”

Hugh’s heart shattered after hearing his boy. He wondered for how long the scary monsters had been bothering Reese. “They’re not going to get any of you, I will always protect you.”

“Can you scare them away? With your claws?”

Ever since the boys watched X-Men, they were convinced Hugh had metal claws that came out his knuckles. He didn’t have the heart to tell them it was fake so he bought a cheap wolverine costume from the store and used the claws when they were around.

“I’ll be there in a second.” He assured the boy. Reese mumbled an ‘okay’ into the walkie talkie then ended the conversation. Hugh got up from the bed, making sure not to disturb you or Olivia. He got the plastic claws and wolverine mask from the drawer and put them on. He then walked to the boys’ room and opened the door.

“Where are those ugly little monsters, bub?” Hugh asked, getting into character.

Reese, without saying a word, pointed to under his bed. He watched as Hugh adjusted the mask and got down to his knees. “I’ll get rid of those monsters. They won’t stand a chance.” He went down and started ‘fighting’ the monsters. In reality, only toys and dirty clothes were under the boy’s bed. Hugh made fighting sounds so to Reese it genuinely seemed like he was getting rid of monsters.

“Oh this guy is done for! Get out of here!” Hugh continued.

“Did you get all of them, dad?” Reese, too scared to look, asked.

“All of what?” Both Reese and Hugh heard your voice. You stood at the door rubbing your tired eyes. What was going on? You wished you knew.

“Dad is getting rid of all the monsters!” Reese told you.

“Aaaaaand that’s all of them,” Hugh got up from the floor and took off his mask. He started breathing heavily and wiped away his ‘sweat’. “You got nothing to worry about, Reese. Dad took care of all the scary monsters.” He gave Reese a kiss on the forehead.

“Thanks dad.” Reese whispered. He looked over at Alex, who was still sleeping. How could Alex be asleep while the wolverine just scared away all the monsters? At least Reese had a good story to tell at breakfast.

“You alright, baby?” You asked Reese.

The boy nodded. “Dad scared them away. I can sleep now.”

“I’ll see you in the morning.” Hugh whispered to Reese then walked over to you. He mumbled a good night to Reese and closed the door.

“I am dreading the day we have to tell them Wolverine is just a comic book character.” You sighed.

“Let’s just enjoy this moment. Yesterday, Alex told me I was his favorite hero.” Hugh walked back with you to the bedroom.

“Wolverine or not, you’ll always be their hero. They know you’ll always be there to protect them.”

Hugh didn’t care if he had to fight imaginary monsters, he would always protect his kids. He just hoped they wouldn’t get too upset when they find out he doesn’t have metal claws.

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[manikas-whims]

Dad Xavier with twins (boy and girl)

i know there's a general consensus in the fandom with the LIs all being girl dads but idk guys..For Xavier, sometimes i see him as a girl dad but other times, he seems more like a boy dad. Then i said fuck it! Xavier is now father to twins 😌 hope y'all like these HCs ♡

⭐ Dad Xavier who gets emotional and teary-eyed at the first sight of his twin babies because he always felt like a wandering soul with nothing to call his own. Yet now, he has you, and you've given him these adorable babies..all of whom he can call his family.

⭐ Dad Xavier who uses his light evol to create adorable characters when narrating a bedtime story to the twins.

⭐ Dad Xavier who tells scary stories when trying to get the kids to fall asleep at the proper time (like he did in that one Secret Times with MC 🤭)

⭐ Dad Xavier who often himself tends to fall asleep while trying to get the kids to sleep 😆

⭐ Dad Xavier who regularly takes the kids to the arcade and wins them all the plushies they ask for from the Claw Machine.

⭐ Dad Xavier who has managed to teach the kids the names of certain stars, constellations and planets as well as taught them random space facts.

⭐ Dad Xavier who is calm and collected in his tone but his blue eyes seem to glow when scolding the kids. Even you shiver at the intensity of his piercing gaze.

⭐ Dad Xavier who is a master at all the video games but loses on purpose to watch his kids giggle and jump in delight at beating their Daddy at the games.

⭐ Dad Xavier who is as fiercely protective of his babies as he is when it comes to you. Will fight the world for them and for you.

⭐ Dad Xavier who hugs the kids to sleep when they have a nightmare or just a bad day in general.

⭐ Dad Xavier who isn’t particularly fond of the kids going anywhere near weapons but knows that it's essential for his kids to have self-defense skills. And thus, when the kids are of appropriate age, you two together train the kids in proper combat and a weapon of choice (we've seen Xavier's excellent swordplay and with Mountain Journey, that he's also amazing with a gun)

⭐ Dad Xavier who joins the twins for a midnight snack and tries his best to defend them from your scolding.

⭐ Dad Xavier who watches the twins favourite movies with them late at nights during the weekends.

⭐ Dad Xavier who let's the kids mess around his piano, even teaches them a few easy tunes.

⭐ Dad Xavier who teaches the kids all sorts of ballroom dancing, from Foxtrot to the Waltz. These sessions often end with him asking your hand, and two of you ending up slow dancing at your home in the late hours of the night.

⭐ Dad Xavier whose kids accidentally come across Mommy's stash of Lumiere merch, and end up watching some old commercials and content with you two. The twins later on stare at Xavier with sparkly eyes full of admiration and ask if their Daddy is secretly a superhero 🥺 (that night Xavier almost burns your entire stash of Lumiere merch).

another post that's been collecting dust in my drafts for so damned long..i’ll probably share one for each LI at some point 🤞

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[justasecretflower]

! The Hashira and their bedtime routine with their kids 💤

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Giyu is the one reminding them to do all their productive stuff. Make their bed, change, brush their teeth. Doesn’t co-sleep. Teaches them how to be independent on their own and face their fears of the dark (he just wants to cuddle with their momma more, for the most part). He makes sure always to say “I love you” when tucking them in and makes sure they say it back. It’s huge for them because so many people around him die, he’s so scared that one of his children won’t wake up after not telling him “I love you” or vice versa.

“Yes daddy I did..” Your youngest whines, after being bombarded with a thousand questions by Giyu. Giyu sighs and nods, carefully tucking both kids in and giving them nose kisses “I love you.” His kids repeat it back. Yawns overtaking every word that they say.

Kyojruo cannot leave your kids ALONE. When the baby started sleeping in another room he 100% snuck in there every night to squeeze his humongous body into that tiny crib just to hold his baby. Co-sleep warrior like actually. Gives them lots of cuddles and kisses before bed, even nighttime stories. He’s super animated during the books too. Throwing his hands everywhere, changing his voice. You basically have to drag him out the room because your kid needs to sleep and he’s nuzzling their cheek rn for the 1820th time.

“Husband.” You deadpan “wife.” He looks up at you, hugging your three year old with a death grip, cheek to cheek. An arm sprawled over their eyes and soft snores being lifted from their mouth. “It’s time to let them sleep.” He immediately frowns, giving his baby one more nuzzle and then getting up and looking at you either mischief. Your turn.

Gyomei’s kids cannot get enough of him. Like rengoku just backwards. He’s the type to be one and done, I believe, and I see him as any dad, girl, boy. His kids treat him like a rock wall, I imagine he’s brushing his teeth and tiny hands and feet are slapping against him while his 2 year old is gripping onto his shoulders, one leg sprawled across his back, not even taking up the whole size. He’s incredibly gentle with his child, picking them up with one arm, placing them down on their bed and kissing them on their cheek goodnight. He takes up a lot of the bed, so if your kid ever wants to join you both they’re in for an insane squish between you two.

Sameni will not share you, he doesn’t care. The kid would be crying because of a nightmare and he’d be sprawled all over you, drooling, clinging to you and shaking his head. Until you give him a look.. and he begrudgingly lets the kid in the bed (he’s grabbing onto both of you with a death grip). He wrestles with his kids before bed, and as his finishing move (because he always wins) is throwing them down on their bed (gently).

Obani tucks them into bed and stays there until they fall asleep just watching them. He’s silent, but he’s thinking about how he made such adorable kids, and he waits just in case they need him before bed. He does like having more time with you though, so as soon as he leaves the kids rooms he immediately goes to you and snuggles into your chest. He’s clingy.

Tengen is often busy because of his multiple wives and his job as a hashira. But he never neglects his kid. He makes them feel loved and appreciated, and they have his full attention. Nighttime routine goes a little like this.. His kid gets a bear hug, Tengen spinning them around and doting on them, then they brush their teeth together, splash around in the tub, of course tengen is not in but he’s still drawing some silly drawings with bath crayons, he gets them dressed in mismatched pjs and hums them to sleep. He loves his little best friend so much. He genuinely loves his kid and loves hanging out with them.

Muichiro will often forget something they have in their bedtime routine. You have to be standing in the doorway guiding him through everything you do for your toddler because he forgot. He does just the bare minimum. Teeth brushing, shower, pjs. He doesn’t really have anything special for them to sleep, he just lightly strokes their hair until they lull off into sleep. I kinda see him as a read a baby book type, have the kids head in his lap, stroking their head and reading the words very slowly…

Bonus- aged up! Inosuke as a dad

Your 10 month old baby sat in the tub, damp tuft hair with h/c as the main color with darker streaks and lightening blue at the end like inosukes hair. The baby sat utterly confused while they peered their huge eyes up at their dad. “Da-Da” inosuke points to himself with a huge grin. “The best around, the strongest, the most powerful.” Inosuke brags, flexing a muscle in front of your little one as if they understood one bit. “Ma-“ your baby started up, tiny voice recognizing only one word. “Nononono- Dada!” Inosuke makes a dramatic gesture, grinning. Your baby was now starting to get a little fussy. “See c/n? Dada! Da-Da.” Your baby suddenly gets a focused expression, shutting Inosuke up, while they bring their fist straight to the bath water right in inosukes face. “MAMA” .

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[rileyslibrary]

Since Ghost forgot readers birthday, let's maby turn it around? How is the lieutanants big day celebrated on base? I know he scolded reader for not telling him that it's their birthday, but I really can't see him running around with a party hat, giving out cupcakes and demanding birthday wishes either to be honest...

Birthday?

What birthday?

He hasn’t celebrated in a long time—the days passed, and he treated that special day just like any other.

What was there to celebrate anyway? He took lives. How audacious it would be of him to celebrate his own.

He buried that day deep within his subconscious, alongside all the other memories he wished to forget.

But occasionally, the memories would blend together and manifest themselves as nightmares in his sleep. He was a little boy in them, blowing birthday candles on a pile of corpses while other soldiers on the battlefield were running for their lives.

Price was the only one who knew Ghost’s birthday. After all, he was the one who removed that date from his file.

You asked him about it one day when Ghost wasn’t around. You and the rest of the team were joking about Zodiac signs and wanted to know what Ghost was.

But the captain clicked his tongue and told you he couldn’t disclose such information. You asked why he was so secretive about it, and he smiled. It was unlike the smiles you were used to seeing from him. It was a smile of pity—like the one you give to a stray cat who’s curled up on your car’s roof on a cold night.

He said he had wished the lieutenant a happy birthday a few years ago, and it didn’t go well. So Price kept trying to find more indirect ways to celebrate with him—ways that would make him feel more comfortable.

He remembered that one time when he invited Ghost for a couple of beers at the pub, but Ghost became suspicious.

“Why today, of all days, brother?”

Price acted shocked as if it was a coincidence and Ghost rejected his invitation. He had something else to do.

On that day, every year, the lieutenant would go to his mother’s grave instead. He would take a few flowers with him, sit in front of her grave, and think. His mind often wandered, and other painful memories threatened to resurface—memories unrelated to war, engraved in his mind from an earlier stage in life when a child’s only job was to have fun. And he did anything but that.

Inspiration struck you then, and you came up with an idea.

You decided to create a card for the lieutenant. It was a plain white sheet folded in half—nothing special on the outside, but its beauty lay within.

You all wrote him wishes and expressed gratitude for his guidance, teachings, and the countless times he came to your rescue. You placed the card in an envelope, sealed it shut, and handed it to him on a random day. You told him that, even though you didn’t know when his birthday was, the card was there, and he could open it whenever that day arrived.

He took the card home and left it on the coffee table. Sometimes we’d look at it, and other times he would use it as a coaster, hoping it would get ruined so he wouldn’t have to confront his feelings.

And that day came, and he followed the same routine: he went to work, visited his mother’s grave, and then returned home.

But there was something else waiting for him at home; that card. It was stained and warped, but it was there for him, just like all of you were.

He opened a fresh bottle of bourbon. And then he opened that card.

He smiled. Yes, he rolled his eyes and facepalmed himself, but he smiled.

He hid it in one of his nightstand drawers, and every now and then, he would revisit it. Lying in bed, he would pull open the drawer, retrieve the card, and read it like a bedtime story.

It was just like his mother used to do every night—his mother, who gave birth to him that day and tragically passed away.

But, within the card, he found another kind of family—a silly group of Zodiac sign-pestering nuisances, but nevertheless, his family.

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A/N: I didn’t expect this to turn out that way. But I’m glad it did.

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nobody but her by @babybluebex 🩷🩹

dada by @babybluebex 🩷

body worship by @mysaintkitten 🩷🍆

frozen fear by @theonewiththefanfics 🩷🍆👿🩹

flipped (series) by @cillspropertea (individual warnings)

afternoon shelby chaos (series) by @teenwolf-theoriginals (individual warnings)

dad!tommy

mr. giraffe

the boys

and her name is...

evening shelby chaos

happy birthday, my love

ava and rob

arranged by @shewrites444 🍆👿

mrs. shelby's birthday by @garrison-girl-08 (individual warnings)

jealous thomas by @padfootdaredmetoo 🩷

never tired of you @runnning-outof-time 🩷

bedtime stories by @runnning-outof-time 🩷

come to bed by @runnning-outof-time 🩷

request by @padfootdaredmetoo 🩷👿🩹

lurking in the shadows by @pherelesytsia 🩷

old faces (series) by @garrison-girl-08

😴 Robert Fischer (Inception)

swollen boobs by @darlingsfandom 🍆

telling him you're pregnant by @babybluebex

morning sex by @mypoisonedvine 🩷🍆

hurt/comfort trope by @babybluebex 🩷🩹

are you asking me out? by @willaferrreyra 🩷

layover by @kiss-me-cill-me 🩷🍆

a deal in matrimony (series) by @hellotherekenobi (individual warnings)

the muse by @viesanterieures 🩷

💉 Jonathan Crane (Batman Begins)

nsfw alphabet by @floralcyanide 🩷🍆

domesticity by @differentclasss 🩷🍆

age gap by @madlittlecriminal 🩷🍆

closer by @floralcyanide 🩷🍆

headcanons by @floralcyanide 🩷🍆

crystal blue by @a-nemoiia 🩷

v.planifolia by @kiss-me-cill-me 🩷🍆

glowing by @acapelladitty 🩷

those little things by @mothhball 🩷

👠 Patricia 'Kitten' Braden (Breakfast On Pluto)

cheri cheri lady (series) by @pictureinme 🩷🍆

strap-ons by @pictureinme 🩷🍆

reminiscence by @mysaintkitten 🩷🍆

dolled up by @mysaintkitten 🩷🍆

sweet dreams by @mysaintkitten 🩷🍆

show girls by @mypoisonedvine 🩷🍆

lemon & lavender by @mypoisonedvine 🩷🍆🩹

blush by @mysaintkitten 🩷🍆

little one by @pictureinme 🩷🍆

[hardlyinteresting]

No request for this one but I was thinking about Aaron as a dad

Hotch does his absolute best to be a good example for Jack. He does his best to be kind, forgiving, and respectful of those around him. He tries to teach Jack how to be strong and resilient, but he never wants his child to grow up to be jaded or hardened to the world.

He promised Haley that he would tell Jack about them, but more importantly he promised to teach Jack about love. To show him love. Aaron never hesitates to answer any of Jack’s questions about Haley, or how they met. He appreciates the trip down memory lane too sometimes, regardless of the way they parted, Aaron is grateful for the opportunity to relive the good. It's a brief relief from the memory of the day she died.

Aaron also moves on. He finds love again. Haley had broken his heart long before her death. And that's the truth he has to accept to go forward in his life. He slowly but surely learns to let go of the guilt that he's been carrying. He tries to open himself up again. He's not the same as he was before Haley, but he's doing his best. He needs to believe that he's worth it, that love is worth it. Aaron is a firm believer in leading by example, and practicing what you preach. He needs to believe in love if he's going to teach Jack to do the same.

Aaron calls things beautiful. He calls you beautiful around Jack. He’ll say “it's a beautiful day” when he's out on walks or at the park with the boy. And on a regular basis he compliments Jack’s latest artworks “that's awesome, buddy. I like what you did with the blue paint over her. Another beautiful work,” he smiles at his son, “should we put it up on the fridge?”

If Aaron is lucky enough to be the father of any other children after Jack he worries about spending enough time with all of them. There never seemed to be enough hours in a day even when it was just Jack. He never wants his children to feel like they're wanting for his attention or his love. When he's home he belongs to his family and he wouldn't want it any other way.

Hanging out with kiddos and getting a chance to just let go and be silly, being subjected to childhood logics, (“ah yes, of course how silly of me, of course you have magically powers that help you see dragons, how could I ever forget?”), and seeing the world through eyes of his kids helps heal his own inner child. Nothing else matters for a moment outside of lightsaber battles, or tea parties. He's reminded of the innocence he once had. He was forced to grow up too quickly, and his career, and life since then have only stripped any last bit of science from him. he's proud to offer his kids a childhood where they can hold on to theirs.

Aaron is the number one bandage-er of boo boos and banisher of bad dreams. He buys fun bandaids. And he always presses a kiss to them after they're applied. (I don't make the rules. This is just 100% true). He always does voices when he reads bedtime stories, and there's not a single nightmare he can't scare away.

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[barely-coherent]

I'm having baby fever so here

OBEY ME BROTHERS AND WHAT SEX THEIR KIDS ARE

(Obligatory sex and gender are not the same thing, okay thanks)

Lucifer

Girl dad 100%

And be would spoil her so much

Are you kidding?

Diavolo would also be obsessed with her

"Lord Diavolo, can I please have my daughter back?"

"But she's so precious!!"

Anyway, she grows up thinking Diavolo is her uncle

Probably calls him "Uncle Dia"

Mammon

First of all, Tumblr give us yellow text, dammit

Also a girl dad

He just screams girl dad to me

He would be the most emotional out of the dads if I'm being honest

He would probably start sobbing on their first day of school

He would almost definitely ask some of his crows to keep an eye on her

Y'know what, she brings one of his crows for show and tell

"This is my dad's bird and he brings me things sometimes."

Leviathan

Boy dad

They play video games together

IM NOT SAYING GIRLS CAN'T PLAY VIDEO GAMES

Levi would absolutely not tolerate any girls going through that "Omg, Je//an Kirs//tein is my son and my husband"

He would immediately be like "Him? Oh my god, disowned."

I'm joking, I love Jean, I just had that phase and I cringe at it

They would do duo cosplays

OH MY GOD FAMILY COSPLAYS

Like Aiz//awa and Shin//sou oh my god

Satan

He could go either way

Actually, he has twins

One girl, one boy

He gave them cat pajamas

He also reads them bedtimes stories

He has like a million books, there's a couple kids books somewhere

If there aren't, it gave him an excuse for more books

Oh my god, he would read while rocking a baby to sleep

Asmodeous

Again, he feels like a girl dad

BUT IF IT WAS A BOY

You know that guy at your school that everyone wanted to date?

Yeah, that's his son

Or like the girl that even the straight girls would entertain the thought of?

You know where this is going

But his daughter would be the cutest little girl, dear lord

"We should do a face mask!"

"Asmo, she's gonna eat the face mask. Kids put everything in their mouths."

He pouts for a bit but it's okay

He loves using the really soft scented baby lotion and shampoo

He's obsessed with how soft their skin is

Beelzebub

Girl dad

AND IM SAYING THIS FOR MY PLUS SIZE BADDIES

HE WOULD NOT CARE

Like his daughter comes home all sad

"What's wrong?"

"These girls were calling me fat"

The next day and like

"Those girls apologized!"

"How strange!"

Please tell him to stop threatening children

Belphegor

He doesn't really strike me as either...

So either, just like Satan

But they would nap together 100%

And he's actually pretty okay

I feel like be would actually be a really good dad

"I had a nightmare"

"Go back to sleep, I'll protect you from nightmares."

And he does!

I feel like he can do like dream magic

Makes sure they only have good dreams

[nightwalker6200]

Dad Gojo Headcannons:

I know the timelines/ ages are messed up with quite a few but I love little kid Meg and Tsumiki: I'll post more as I think of them :)

Gojo almost always has glitter or stickers somewhere on his clothes/ person. He normally doesn't notice and can go the whole day with a cat sticker or blue glitter on his back/ pant leg.

Gojo once handed back a report that Tsumiki had drawn all over. Yada keeps it tucked away in his desk.

Tsumiki and Megumi drew all over several graded papers (accidently) that Gojo then handed back. Inumaki, Maki, Yuta and Panda hung them up on their walls in the dorms.

Inumaki and Yuta are no longer allowed to babysit Tsumiki and Megumi. Yuta ended up being the responsible adult (basically babysitting 3 kids), and Inumaki ended up with a makeover. He wore the makeup for three days straight until Maki ended up dragging him to the baths, demanding he take a bath because he looked like a sadistic clown who just broke up with their boyfriend.

Gojo knows how to do hair. He practiced on Shoko despite her complaints and can braid neatly.

Tsumiki likes to paint nails and uses Gojo as a test subject when he's asleep - once during a fight, a villian had to stop because they couldn't take Gojo seriously with bright purple nails.

Gojo is surprisingly a good cook. He failed horrendously at first but learned from Shoko, Nanamin, and even Tsumiki. He quickly learned how to make the kids' favorite dishes.

Gojo knows all of the gossip at school and constantly gossips with Tsumiki about her classmates. Tsumiki always has the dets/ drama/ tea.

Tsumiki likes to be close to someone when she's upset or sick or hurt. Megumi only likes to be close if he feels really bad.

Gojo almost always has candy on him, something Inumaki and Panda take advantage of (he's used to stopping bickering between the kids so he throws it at any problem).

Megumi is the hardest to put to bed. He sneaks around, finding new ways to try to stay up past his bedtime and around the Six Eyes.

Gojo has a lot of guilt over Tsumiki's accident. He tears up almost every time he visits her and spent a week drunk after it had happened. He gave her permission to go (even though she would have gone anyway being a teenager) and feels as though he failed at his promise to protect her.

The first time Tsumiki took a boy to the school dance; Megumi and Gojo stood at the door, arms crossed, staring menacingly at the boy until Tsumiki was ready to leave. Gojo might have threatened him... Megumi might have summoned his dogs, who stood at his side, growling.

Gojo has millions of pictures on his phone of the kids, including his students.

Gojo gets squeamish over pulling out Megumi's loose teeth. Tsumiki always has to do it for him, or Megumi will rip it out, mouth full of blood.

Despite his protests, Gojo showed up to every classroom visitation Megumi had in elementary school. He went to Tsumiki's too (who was over the moon).

Gojo once paid a kid money to stop crying. The kid was probably Yuuji.

When Tsumiki has nightmares, she will loudly barge into Gojo's room whereas Megumi will stand quietly at the foot of the bed or side of the bed and wait until Gojo notices him. Gojo has almost punched the 8-year-old several times.

Tsumiki begs Gojo to read to her or tell her stories when they have down time. Megumi lurks in the hall, at the end of the couch or in the shadow, listening. He secretly likes it just as much as his sister.

Gojo knows all the lyrics to all of the Taylor Swift songs. He finds himself humming them at random, and him and Miki sing them loudly in the car to annoy Megumi.

Megumi and Tsumiki got lice from school. Gojo freaked and spent three days with his hair under a shower cap and hat despite Shoko telling him he didn’t have it. He even begged Nanamin to let him sleep over. Megumi threaten to master a louse as a shikigami to freak Gojo out.

Megumi tries to sneak attack/ scare Gojo at random. Tsumiki is the only one who has succeeded.

Gojo playing Barbie or stupid things like store or restaurant. He’s very dramatic and almost always asks to speak to the manager who is Gumi. Gumi tells him to piss off and never come back.

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hiii can u maybe do a drabble with little!mike, like he wakes up tiny after a nightmare and cg!reader (masc if thats okay :)) has to comfort him? i love ur mike drabbles and headcanons btw theyre so RASKJHFLD /pos /nf obviously :)

HI FRIEND <3 I literally have like 7 requests to get to but I decided to write this because little!mike and I love the idea <3 ive kinda avoided using daddy because of how sexualized the term is but I use it here! I hope you don’t mind; I can always change it!!! I hope you enjoy <33

◞♡࿐ (post movie, so contains spoilers)

You were asleep when Mike woke up, sweating and crying. He had just woken up from a nightmare featuring the yellow rabbit, the man who had hurt his little brother and almost his little sister too. He had a bad day before and was ultimately exhausted so his nightmare made him age regress.

“Daddy,” he cried out for you, softly shaking your shoulder, “please wake up.” In his dream, the yellow rabbit had hurt you too and he couldn’t bare it if his dream had become reality. You were too important to him. When you didn’t wake up, Mike began sobbing even more and shaking you even harder. “Please, don’t tell me the bad man hurt you too.”

Fortunately, you had woken up and caught the last half of Mike’s sentence. “Hey hey hey bear, I’m okay. Daddy’s okay.” You reassured him, mumbling with sleep still evident in your voice. You slowly sat up on your elbows and gathered your boy into a hug, running your hands along his back in a repetitive manner to soothe him.

“Do you want to tell me what happened? What bad man?” You asked even if you likely already knew. You had barely known Mike when he worked at Freddy’s but you had heard plenty about the events surrounding William Afton from him, Vanessa, and even Abby.

Mike sniffled, “the yellow rabbit. The one who took Garrett and almost hurt Abby. He had hurt you this time and I couldn’t save you and he laughed and laughed and laughed. And then he came to hurt me and that’s when I woke up.” He started to sob more because of his rambling, this time in your arms.

You lifted a hand up and ran your fingers through his soft hair. “Oh, I’m so sorry, baby boy. That must have been so scary. But I’m okay and so is Abby. She’s right down the hall and I’m right here with you in my arms, safe and sound.” Mike nodded but kept crying, clearly still upset with his dream.

You began to think of ways to further calm him that didn’t involve staying up too much longer. He might not want to sleep again but you know he should, as he’s always tired. “Hey, how about we go warm you up some milk? And then I can borrow a book from Abby and read you a bedtime story? Does that sound okay?” Mike blanched at the thought of sleeping again but nodded anyway.

“That’s my good boy.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead and detached yourself from him, quickly getting up and rushing over to his side of the bed. You helped him up and held his hand as you walked to the kitchen together. You knew he was regressed to his usual age of about 10 but the fact that he didn’t reject your hand holding meant he was still pretty scared.

You arrived at the kitchen with your boy in tow, grabbing a pot and the gallon of milk in the fridge. You poured out some milk into the pot and turned the stove on before putting the milk back in its place. You grabbed a plastic spoon to stir and began to hum softly, squeezing Mike’s hand as you did.

Soon enough, the milk was warm enough (as per your taste tester’s word) and you still held hands on the way back to his room. He sipped his milk and sat on the bed. You ran your fingers through his hair once again and then made your way to Abby’s room. You were plenty quiet as you grabbed a book you knew Mike liked.

Back in his room, Mike had laid back down and put his glass on the bedside table, his eyes already starting to close. But he fought it, wanting to hear you telling him a bedtime story. And so you began telling it, making sure to do all the voices you know he loved to hear. He giggled at the appropriate times, still sniffling a bit as he drank some more milk.

Within a few minutes, you had finished the story and looked up to see the glass empty and your boy soundly asleep. You smiled fondly and shut the book softly. Putting it next to the glass, you got back into bed with Mike. You moved him slightly so you could spoon him, hoping to protect him from any more nightmares. And with that, you fell back asleep as well.

[papastarion]

Papastarion Headcanons

Because I have been plagued by visions of Astarion with a dhampiric horde of children for the past few weeks, and now I must inflict it on others. (These are based in my own personal canon for the postgame, so Thea = Tav.)

He’s initially terrified of the idea of having a child, but he plays it cool, because of course he would. Dhampirs are uncommon, and he worries about losing the love of his life if something happens. Having someone else to lose now, too, doesn’t make it any easier to turn his mind back to rational thinking.

Once the idea settles, gods help everyone. He’s proud as a peacock, and cautiously optimistic about this new part of his future. It helps that he’s known how badly Thea has wanted a family for almost as long as he’s known her. He just never thought he would be able to give it to her, and he can’t quite put into words how grateful he is that she didn’t have to give it up for him, after all.

It also helps that they’ve been functional coparents to their adopted daughter (my friend’s Tav) since they met the girl post-nautiloid. As far as he and Thea are concerned, she’s just as much theirs as this one is.

She’s not their only adopted child, either. While Thea is pregnant with their first biological child, they also end up adopting a newborn Mephistopheles tiefling they name Mina. She’s the biological daughter of Thea’s ex-husband, in fact. When Thea finds out said ex plans on doing away with his newborn child to hide the fact that his family has made deals with devils, she and Astarion jump in to take the girl.

Dalyria is also a major help. Research on dhampirs is limited, so not only does she get to add to the woefully limited information with her own observations, but she also gets to be there for her brother and Thea, who she’s become good friends with. As a druid, Thea likes to discuss medical herbology with Dalyria while Dalyria likes to teach her more complex medical skills. Dalyria is also the one who delivers all of their children. Thea and Astarion don’t trust anyone else like they trust her when the time comes.

If Astarion thought Thea was the most beautiful person in the world before, then there’s no word for what he thinks of her over the course of her pregnancy, and after.

The first time he holds their firstborn, a boy they name Nero, he’s smitten. As far as Astarion is concerned, he’s perfect. He never wants to let him go. It takes him a while to reconcile the fact that he could have had any part in making someone so innocent.

He loves taking catnaps with his kids, especially while they’re still really small. They’re so warm and the feeling of them tucked against his chest, completely trusting of him, never gets old.

He was never one to give much thought to children before Thea. He never really considered having his own, especially not after Cazador. But he’s the type to think his kids are perfect and everyone one else’s should be like them. Very proud dad.

He’s very protective, too. Nothing could stand between him and protecting his family. He’d tear down Faerûn if it would keep them safe. However, he doesn’t keep them out of all trouble. He can be quite the partner in crime when it comes to pranks.

I refuse to believe they don’t find a way for him to walk in the sun again. He loves traveling as a family. They definitely have their place they call home, but there’s too much world to stay in one place, and he wants their children to see it all, too.

Dhampir teething is a nightmare. They’re already miserable about the whole ordeal, but it gets worse once their fangs start to come in, too. He tries to make sure if they’re going to bite, they’re biting him, not Thea or one of their siblings.

He tells the best bedtime stories, hands down. It’s because his voice is so animated.

He and Thea have a total of seven children to their name - their two adopted daughters and five biological children. He’s never less awestruck about how his life has turned out, not by Thea or by their children. The irony of the total coming out to seven is not lost on him.

[starsurface]

Warning: Cursing, there's a very big chunk Kano hate (I know I have some Kano fans and I just wanna say that I wrote this when I very first got into Mortal Kombat!! This was made way before I started liking him!!)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Liu Kang & Kung Lao w/ Regressor Cole (Fic)

"You think they'll improve?" Liu Kang asked, swinging his legs, keeping the fire in his hand steady. Kung Lao and him were sitting on the ledge, a light night hangout. The fire was their only main source of light with how dark it was. "I mean, in time to fight for the tournament?"

"They better! They're like a bunch of chickens with their heads cut off," Kung Lao huffed. ". . . Kanos a bitch."

"Kung Lao! . . . Yeah, he is," Liu Kang quietly agreed. "He's so- So cocky!"

"But he was able to open his powers first," Kung Lao admitted. "I mean, with some personal help, but still. I just had to set him in his place!"

Liu Kang rolled his eyes, "You didn't set him in his place, you belittled him."

"Yeah, yeah, hey if I hadn't, we wouldn't have gotten helped unlocked his-"

There was a shuffle behind him. Both men quickly turned towards the sound, making the person squeak in the darkness. Cole quietly walked out, looking a bit nervous and guilty for being up so late. Not that there was a set bedtime, which was why Liu Kang and Kung Lao were hanging out. But all three boys really should be asleep.

"Cole? What are you doing up so late?" Liu Kang asked.

"Couldn't sleep," Cole shrugged, huddled up in his blanket. 

Kung Lao motioned him over. Cole quickly waddled towards the fire, smiling happily as Liu Kang put it close, although not dangerously close, to him. It was cold at the temple, mostly at night. Cole was happy he thought to bring blankey- He meant, his blanket, along.

Right now was a terrible time to slip. His training wasn't improving, he wanted to go home, Kano was so mean at times. Everything was piling up, one on top of another! If he was going to slip, he thought late at night would be the best. When everyone was asleep and couldn't make fun or laugh at him. Or, everyone was supposed to be asleep.

"Come, sit with us," Liu Kang said, patting beside him. He grew the fire in his hands, sitting in between Cole and Kung Lao so all three could share the fire. "Did you wake up from a nightmare? Or just tossing and turning?"

"Tossin' an turnin'," Cole said, huddling against Liu Kang. Liu Kang didn't mind, his body temperature was warmer than others. "Whatcha talkin' about?"

"Psh, Kano," Kung Lao rolled his eyes, receiving a glare from Liu Kang. "I mean, we weren't not talking about Kano!"

"Just about the fact he unlocked his power," Liu Kang corrected him, he watched Cole deflate slightly. He looked almost like a kicked puppy. "I'm sure you'll unlock yours in time."

Kung Lao laughed, "Yeah, maybe I'll have to make you angry too! Man, his face was so funny when he got mad, he-"

"Lao," Liu Kang lectured, motioning to a sad Cole.

"I mean, in due time, Cole," Kung Lao smiled. "First you must improve to defeat us in a fight! You'll have a good chance after that."

Cole stayed pretty silent after that, but his mood seemed to improve as they went to other topics. He didn't want to talk about fighting while he was small, or, not about him fighting. He liked the stories Kung Lao began to tell, of ancient heros and his own battles. Which Liu Kang would roll his eyes to and claim he was exaggerating. 

Although Kung Lao and Liu Kang noticed small things. His speech patterns weren't as they usually were. He mostly gave small words, or struggled with some pronunciation. He also called Liu Kang, Liu. And Kung Lao, Lao. They weren't new to the nicknames, since they called each such titles. But both boys also used the names when they were small. They didn't take Cole for a regressor, but it was a good guess.

"Whatcha staring at?" Kung Lao, sitting forward. Cole had been staring at him for some time. And if he didn't think it was a child stare, one that usually indicates they want something, he'd probably be questioning him.

"Hat," Cole pointed.

"Wanna touch it?" Kung Lao offered, unclipping his hat. He normally wouldn't let another person touch his hat, let alone someone regressed. But they were both supervising him, he couldn't get that hurt, right?

"Lao, he could hurt himself," Liu Kang lightly lectured. Cole deflated at the concern. Liu Kang was usually a sucker for puppy eyes. "Well- Okay, but we've gotta be really safe while holding it. It's really easy to cut yourself."

"He'll be safe, he has the Great Kung Lao helping him," Kung Lao rolled his eyes, moving and sitting at Cole's side, making the boy sit between them. "Here, let's hold it like this."

Cole awed at the hat, happily showing it to Liu Kang. He wasn't touching the sides, thankfully. Instead both his hands were under the hat, and Kung Lao kept a hand there too just in case. He didn't mean to act so childish around the two, he wanted to hide his regression from his friends. But neither of them looked at him funny. In fact, they seemed to encourage his playfulness.

"Wear it?" Cole asked, kicking his feet slightly. "Oh! Um, pease wear it?"

"Well you asked so nicely. . . Sure, want me to clip it on?" Kung Lao asked. Cole giggled happily, nodding quickly. "Alright, stay still you little monkey."

"I thought I was a monkey," Liu Kang laughed. Kung Lao was always great with regressors, more of the playful side. Liu Kang was also quite good at playtime, but he'd admit that Lao was always a bit. Although that might be biased from the amount of times they'd babysit each other.

"Eh, you're both monkeys," Kung Lao shrugged as he clipped the hat on Cole. "There! Now be careful where you turn your head, you could seriously hurt someone."

"Mhm," Cole nodded, seeming to try to be careful as he went to snuggle Liu Kang's arm.

"Woah woah! You can't hug my arm with the hat on," Liu Kang backed away slightly. "You might cut my neck, and that wouldn't be fun."

"Lao does," Cole pouted, holding onto Liu Kang's arm still. Although trying to keep the hat away from him.

"Well, Lao's been training with the hat for years," Liu Kang tried to convince him. "Plus you're too little to be wearing to anyhow. We really should have put the rubber protection on it."

"Noooo!" Kung Lao whined. "I hate that thing!"

"It's safer around regressors, Lao," Liu Kang shook his head. "Seriously, you act like such a child some times."

". . . More than Kano?" Kung Lao joked, causing both boys to laugh.

Cole tensed at Liu Kang's words. They knew? They both knew? No, they weren't supposed to know! No one was supposed to see him little. What if they told Raiden? He didn't really want to be here anyways, he missed his wife and daughter. But he wanted to prove that he was supposed to be here. What if they told Kano? He'd never let it go! And he'd be so mean and rude and call him name and-

"Too little?" Cole frowned. "I- I dunno what you mean. I'm not little, I'm very big- I mean-"

"Hey, we get it," Kung Lao lightly shook Cole's shoulder. "You're a very big boy, you're wearing that hat. Little ones shouldn't be wearing something so dangerous."

"Except you," Liu Kang teased.

"I won't share my food with you tomorrow," Kung Lao threatened, causing Liu Kang to eye roll. "It's getting pretty late, don't you think? Should we head in for the night?"

"It's not that late," Liu Kang frowned. Kung Lao motioned to Cole, and he quickly got the hint. "Actually, we do have a full day of training tomorrow."

"Don't pout so much, we'll tuck you in," Liu Kang offered, grabbing Cole's hand with the one that wasn't producing fire.

"Don't need to be tucked in," Cole huffed. Kung Lao laughed and grabbed Cole's other hand.

"Sure, sure, let's get you tucked in for sleepy time," he said. Cole grumbled, but let the two lead him back to the sleeping corners.

Cole didn't like Kano's snoring. Or how Sonya woke up as they passed by, only to grumble and fall back asleep when she noticed it was them.

But he did like how gentle Liu Kang and Kung Lao were. They knew, they so knew. But they were being very nice. 

Kung Lao took his hat back, much to Cole's complaint. Kang Lao tucked him in. Liu Kang tried to help, but there was only so much he could do with one hand. He didn't want to burn Cole by accident. Cole felt incredibly sleepy, drowsy hitting him as he was tucked in.

"Ni ni, Lao," Cole yawned. "Ni ni, Liu."

"Sleep well," Liu Kang kissed his thumb, pressing it to Cole's forehead. Cole giggled at the action, looking at Kung Lao expectedly.

"Night Cole," Kung Lao smiled, repeating Liu Kang's action. "We'll see you in the morning, okay?"

Mhm," Cole hummed sleepily, struggling to keep awake.

Liu Kang and Kung Lao slowly, and quietly, left the room. The three would have much to speak about tomorrow.

"You think he's gonna cry?" Liu Kang frowned as they walked to their sleeping cordors.

"You cried when I found out," Kung Lao gently nudged him.

"I'll burn you!" Liu Kang threatened.

Both boys glared at each other before bursting into laughter.

The morning would be a fun conversation.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Don't like this one very much, but it's been in my drafts for a super, super long time (I wrote it before the Regressor Mileena w/ CG Tanya one but hated it so I put it in a file I never looked at).

I like the 2021 Movie though, it's pretty cool. So why not publish it? :3

[blue--ingenue]

soft!sebastian headcannons - part 6

Author's Note: the summer semester just ended, but fall semester starts in a week so 🫠 i'm hoping to get a lot of writing done over the next few days in-between packing and prepping for classes. as always, i am so grateful for the wonderful feedback and support from all of you, readers. ya'll have my heart 💖 im also now realizing this might be more angsty than i intended. oops

when he was little he was terrified of the dark. he used to sneak into his mother’s study to read her books on dark creatures (his love of seeking forbidden books started early). the dementors scared him the most. when his parents realized the reason for his nightmares they taught him the patronus charm. although he didn’t yet have a wand of his own, his father cast the spell and explained how it would protect him when he was older. little seb was enchanted by the glorious glowing chestnut mare that pranced about his bedroom

he continued to sneak into his mother’s study and truly believed he did so undetected. in reality, his parents knew exactly what he was doing. they locked away the books on forbidden and terrifying magic and replaced them with anything that might feed his curiosity. not long after they discovered that he was a voracious reader. despite insisting they read him several bedtime stories, he was up and padding down the hall to spirit away their books as soon as he thought they were asleep

boy is incredibly touch-starved. when he was little he would simply climb into his parents’ laps or tug on the bottom of their robes whenever he wanted to be picked up. obvi when he and Anne began living with Solomon that wasn’t an option. so throughout the day he’ll just make contact with you in any way you can. brushing against your hand while you walk to class, resting his arm next to yours during lectures, brushing nonexistent dust off the shoulders of your robes throughout the day

you start dating, and at first he’s worried about being too clingy. but once you assure him that you love cuddling, it’s like the floodgates have been opened. he’s constantly touching you in wholesome ways (anything less than wholesome and he’s asking for your consent and double-checking you’re okay with it at least 50 times). he’ll cuddle you in the grass while you’re trying to study in the gardens, he’ll wrap his arms around you and blanket you with his robe if you tell him you’re cold

he has awful nightmares. from helplessly witnessing his parents’ deaths, watching Anne nearly wither to nothing from her curse, and nearly losing you to Ranrok, Sebastian has no shortage of material to claw at him in dreams. one night you both stay up studying in the room of requirement and he falls asleep on the couch next to you. at first his night terrors start small, the occasionally jerk of a knee, a slight frown furrowing his brows. but gradually the signs get more distressing. he’s whimpering, whispering ‘no’ and ‘please’ between sobs, and trembling as he curls into himself. you wake him and he latches onto you, eyes wide and chest heaving. you don’t force him to talk about it, but you listen to the little he bears to recall and rub soothing circles into his back. he eventually falls asleep to your hands running through his curls. this happens a few more times to the point where you’re able to free him from his nightmares merely by holding his sleeping form. your heart lightens when, one night, you realize that the dark circles beneath his eyes have been missing for quite some time

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Taglist:@mlktea13, @mrsbrookesallow, @ithinkweallsing, @snickette, @crispywiz

[poppitron360]

what frank headcanons do you have?

LOTS and they’re very Leo-heavy (Like everything I post). I make it no secret that I will defend Platonic Valzhang with my life- their friendship is everything to me.

1. Frank is more socially competent than he seems, he’s very aware of how others are feeling, and knows exactly what to say and do to comfort them. Specifically, he knows a lot about PTSD from seeing his mom and her military friends coming back from war, and so he knows what to do when one of his friends have flashbacks/nightmares. For such a big guy, he’s surprisingly gentle.

2. He does not let his lactose intolerance stop him. He will take that as a fucking CHALLENGE. At easter, he will wolf down chocolate like there’s no tomorrow (and then tomorrow comes, and he regrets everything).

3. Only swears in times of absolute crisis, so when he does it’s a BIG DEAL. One of the Legion hears Praetor Zhang say “fuck” and suddenly SHIT JUST GOT REAL.

4. THE BEST HUGGER EVER.

5. Refers to Leo as a “smol bean” on multiple occasions.

6. Other nicknames include “Jason’s twink” “twiglet” “that annoying little gnat” and “tiny stick boy” (all lovingly)

7. GIVES PIGGYBACKS (Sometimes as an actual pig)

8. One time, Leo convinced him to infiltrate a kid’s birthday party as the magician’s rabbit, steal all the cake, and leave.

9. Brilliant cook- excellent baker. Makes a lot of cakes and cookies (Percy helps).

10. After much encouragement from Leo, he turns into a dragon and finally gets the courage to breathe fire (he was too scared before).

11. Loves to read- MASSIVE BOOKWORM- Reads Hazel bedtime stories. Soon Leo finds out, and insists on snuggling in next to them and Frank reads them to sleep.

12. Similar to the piggybacks- lets people ride on his shoulders. Mostly Leo, so he can reach high places (short people problems, amiright?)

13. Okay if you ask me my headcannons, you know that no. 13 is always “THEY’RE A SWIFTIE”- Frank’s not a big a fan as Leo (who knows her favourite colour star sign and shoe size) but has a couple of her albums. He gets properly into her after Leo forces it onto Hazel bc she said she wanted to listen to more modern music. The three of them make friendship bracelets together. Hazel is a debut girlie.

14. Leo paints Frank’s nails for fun.

15. Frank is the go-to guy for the dyslexics. Percy, Annabeth, and Leo all come to him with things asking “what does that say?”. He doesn’t mind except when Leo wakes him up at 3am (has that kid has ever heard of a sleep schedule?)- especially to ask him to read something Leo himself wrote.

16. Similarly, he helps Leo copy up all his notes into a format that’s actually legible- after Calypso’s island Leo makes sure the crew is able to carry on without him if he ever went missing again (he also wants to keep a record of his work just like the Archimedes scrolls he found).

17. Lets Leo rant about machines. Sometimes he just smiles and nods (because he doesn’t understand a single word) but Leo appreciates Frank not telling him to shut up about it.

18. Pretty much an old man when it comes to tech. What Is A Meme.

19. Just pretty much an old man full stop, and I am here for it.

The thing is, I always have a million hcs and as soon as someone asks for them I forget them all. I’ll probably remember a lot more as soon as I post this, but here is what I got for now. I’ve also posted a shit-tonne of Valzhang hcs in (one of) my massive Valzhang rant post(s), so you can find that here. Some of my favs here are recycled from that.

[emeritus-fuckers]

I would like to apologize for the "Fatherhood" post so... Have these. - Jez

Wholesome Emeritus Brothers headcanons (mostly Primo being a wonderful parent to his brothers)

When Secondo and Terzo were little, they would often go to Primo's room at night to sleep with him. Not because of nightmares, but because they wanted to spend more time with him and sadly he was often busy.

No matter how busy he was, however, Primo always found time for his brothers. Always. Even if it was just a few minutes of his very limited free time.

Also, no matter what happened, he'd always read them a bedtime story.

Primo subconsciously refers to his brothers as his babies in his mind. Even when they're all old.

They're all very protective of each other. Sure, they squabble sometimes, especially Terzo and Secondo, but it's normal for siblings.

Even now, most of their arguments end very quickly because they don't want to worry their older brother.

No matter how old they are, if his brothers need a hug, Primo's giving them a damn hug and holding them for as long as they need. No questions asked.

Primo carries around candy his brothers liked when they were little and sneaks it into their pockets during the hugs.

He would also leave it on their pillows if they were gone for a night or more, whether it was on a tour or just being gone for whatever reason.

They don't have the heart to tell him they don't really like those candies that much anymore and they smile mostly because of nostalgia while eating them.

Primo would call them every morning when he was on tour. And while both of his brothers like to sleep in, they would both wake up to talk to him and then they'd go back to sleep. Totally worth it for their brother.

Primo would call them when they were on tours, as well. No party would stop them from answering.

They randomly write each other letters sometimes for no reason.

While Terzo and Secondo squabble all the time, they rarely argue seriously. But it does happen. And unfortunately it can get heated as they're both temperamental.

We won't speak to each other for a while and most of the time Primo has to get involved. He asks them to come to the greenhouse, since nobody goes there without Primo's permission and it's a neutral territory.

Now, his brothers never want to make him upset. Never. They are aware what his intentions are and they're fully prepared to act somewhat civil to keep Primo happy.

It just... Feels natural, somehow. To talk and then to give each other a hug with a small apology. By all accounts, it does not make sense, if someone saw them before and after the meeting, they would be confused as fuck.

They would make up eventually, but Primo being there just... Makes it faster? And so much easier?

Primo is also the only person who knows when his brothers are just messing with each other and when they're actually fighting.

Primo takes his brothers for walks sometimes, just like when the were little.

He doesn't expect them to hold his hands anymore, since he knows they're not little boys, but they do it anyway, just to see him smile fondly.

He asked them once if they're not embarrassed by that.

"You raised us, why would we be embarrassed? It's normal to show affection to someone you love" - that was Terzo's response, making Primo chuckle and give him a small side hug.

Secondo's response was a bit more drastic, but got the same reaction, since Primo obviously knew it was meant in a caring way.

"It is nobody's business what we do. And I doubt anyone here is stupid enough to say anything about it. And should someone decide to comment, I'll deal with them personally if they do."

A bit after his retirement as the singer of Ghost, Primo started having issues with breathing. They never got as bad as Nihil's and only came up once in a while, but he did worry he would have to miss the ritual during which Terzo would become a Papa because the incense used would be too strong for him.

Terzo would spend days by his side, assuring him it was okay and to prioritize his health. After all, Primo was already there for him his entire life, it's okay if his health required him to skip out a day.

Secondo took matters into his own hands, and fighting with Nihil for the incesce to be changed for something easier for Primo to deal with. It took a long time (Nihil would defend the Ministry and ritual traditions and shit like that), but eventually he gave up fighting, seeing how stubborn his middle son was. (He also considered owed his sons at least bending that little rule)

Primo was there, right in the front row, smiling softly at his brother, remembering all the other important ceremonies. Both his and Secondo's.

"I have some tissues prepared if you need to cry." Secondo whispered to him, feeling just how tightly Primo was squeezing his hand.

He did cry. Tried his best to hold back, but he'd always shed a few tears in the end. Terzo and Secondo always have tissues on them because of that.

[m-for-musings]

Hey, since you're the queen of Halthara, can I have some headcanons of what they DO in the tent? NOT LIKE THAT, just fun stuff! I imagine Minthy playing her lyre for Oliver and Thaniel and Halsin being like "Please don't say anything that will give them nightmares" Have a great day!

- Arguing over the tent's layout

- Arguing over the food's seasoning

- Arguing over the light

- Arguing over arguing in front of the boys

- Tending to her garden of mushrooms

- Minthara teaching Oliver how to cheat without being caught on card games

- Minthara teaching Thaniel how to precisely tell when Oliver is cheating on card games

- Lyre attunement

- Halsin tells bedtime stories to the boys, Minthara pretends not to be paying attention (she gets mad if they sleep before he finishes, she wanted to know the end of the story!!)

- Minthara tells horror tales to the boys, Halsin pretends not to be scared impressed by her storyteller abilities (actually it's just regular children's tales from the Underdark)

- Mysteriously, it's never Minthara's turn to do the laundry

- It's always her turn to tend to their gear, though (polish armors, sharpen weapons, etc)

- Where Are My Belongings™️ (after Minthara tidy up the tent. They're not hidden, they're just organized)

- Who Messed Up My Belongings™️ (after Halsin finishes searching for his stuff)

- Minthara's mildly offensive lecture about how to build your muscles for usefulness instead of looks; she fails to understand why Halsin didn't accept her help on that matter

- Halsin is a little too passionate about the wonders of nature, offers to help Minthara to connect with the land; he's not surprised by her refusal, but is disappointed anyway

- Getting high (nothing convinces me that Halsin's pipe contains only tobacco)

(guess that's all I have for now, please add yours, I'd love to know!)