#he would be a good daaaaaaad

[bitchapalooza]

Imagine Usopp is older now. He's a dad of two. His oldest is currently four. He's putting him to bed, his nightly routine of bath, brushing his teeth, reading/telling a bedtime story, kiss on the forehead, and tuck in—when he's stoped that night with a cry before he shuts the light off and closes the door. Now his oldest is an anxious kid. Overly anxious. Especially for his young age. But a monster in the closet? That's new. So Usopp tries to calm his worries, checking the closet once, twice, three times. But nothing that Usopp can see is there to set off his son's anxiety. But he's insistent on it, crying about a monster that Usopp can't seem to find. He knows it's his imagination. Kids are silly like that, making up imaginary monsters and friends every day. So he really isn't worried about the whole monster thing, just the distress it's causing his son.

Then he gets an idea. So he leaves the room, says nothing to Kaya, who's tending to the baby, as he rummages inside their own closet, only to come back out in a red cape and beat up old mask, something wrapped clutched in his hand. He stalks back down the hall and into his son's room, proudly proclaiming who he is; "Greetings, little one! I am Sniper King. My friend Usopp tells me you have a monster problem, ey? Well fear not! For I, Sniper King, will take care of the nasty fiend!" He runs into the closet in a mild dash, careful not to make too much noise, and "fights" the "monster."

Sniper King comes back out, clothes disheveled to really sell it, and proclaims his victory with a hardened whisper-shout and thumbs up. The boy jumps up and thanks Sniper King, hugging him so tightly. Sniper King ruffles his curls, then shortly excuses himself. He rushes back into the hallway, around a corner, so that he may safely assume his true identity. He grabs the wrapped object he hid on the hall table and heads back to his son's room, where immediately he's jumping excitedly on his bed, asking Usopp if he saw Sniper King, too. Usopp says he did and he told him all about his scuffle with the monster. After settling him down again and tucking him back in, that's when Usopp presents the wrapped object. He carefully unwraps it and sets it in his son's palms.

A mask. Sniper King's to be exact. Usopp carved it years ago to replace the beaten up mask he used at Enies Lobby.

Usopp says Sniper King left it for him as a present. Usopp says he can wear it when he feels scared. When he needs to feel brave but can't muster up the courage to on his own, he can look to Sniper King for guidance. Why not? That's what Sniper King was for him. His inner bravery. Why can't he pass down the mask to his children too? Give them that security their developing brains need. They need it just as much, if not more, than he does now.

Usopp kisses his son goodnight. Turns out the light. Cracks the door. And doesn't hear his son's fearful cries. Come morning, his son is well rested and happy.

[chaoswarfare]

dp x dc text message crack :)

✨just because ✨

Bat Chat

danny: bruce

danny: bruce

danny: bruce

danny: dad

danny: dad

danny: father man

danny: daaaaaaad

danny: batman

bruce: what

danny:… do you have this set up just to notify you when someone says batman and nothing else.

jason: don’t be so quiet, answer the question old man.

bruce: what did you need

danny: oh yeah

danny: just about forgot about it

danny: so

danny: i may or may not have

danny: possibly/maybe

danny: ate a chunk of kryptonite on a dare

jason: …what????

dick: danny no

dick: we have better impulse control than this

danny: we absolutely do not and you know it

danny: but also say hi guys, kon is here

dick: why do you still need our help if the supers are there?

danny: kryptonite

jason: oh yeah, almost forgot about that part

tim: what did i just wake up to

jason: go back to sleep replacement

danny: scroll up

danny: i can say with full confidence that this has never happened before

danny: usually when i eat solid objects i can just phase them back out.

danny: like the time i swallowed a fork back at casper high when my parents raided the school looking for my ghost half.

tim: excuse me what the fuck

danny: i know right, they couldn’t have waited five minutes until i stopped eating

dick: why can’t you just phase the kryptonite out

danny: i would, but it’s wedged in there pretty good

danny: it just goes intangible with me :/

tim: i have decided i am going back to sleep

tim: it is too early in the afternoon for me to deal with this

jason: good

danny: well, b-man’s here to save me now so i’ll tell you all about it in a few hours

jason: are we going to bring up the fact that danny called bruce dad like 3 times?

dick: he did what

[cyanoticfireflies]

Hazbin Group Chat Fic, pt 4

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

* CharChar added KingofDucks to “Hazbin Hotel’s Home for Imaginary Friends” *

CharChar: Hi, dad!

SeXXXySpider: Short king in the house.

SeXXXySpider: Hotel?

SeXXXySpider: Either way ;-)

KingofDucks: Hi Charlie!  And the others.

* Alastor left “Hazbin Hotel’s Home for Imaginary Friends” *

* CharChar added Alastor to “Hazbin Hotel��s Home for Imaginary Friends” *

CharChar: Alastooooooor.

Alastor: Hmph.

KingofDucks: Oh.  He’s here too.

KingofDucks: What’s wrong?  Did the guy stuck in the 1920s not figure out how to change his username?

CharChar: Daaaaaaad.

* Alastor changed his name to CharliesBetterFatherFigure *

CharChar: Alastooooooor.

WhiskeyWhiskers: The non-sexual version of your daughter calls me dad too….

PurpleFemale: Alastor.  Change it back.

CharliesBetterFatherFigure: I suddenly understand the fun of usernames and intend to keep this one.

PurpleFemale: No.

CharChar: Come on, Alastor.  Pleeeeeease?

CharliesBetterFatherFigure: Ugh.  Fine.

* CharliesBetterFatherFigure changed his name to RadioFiend *

SeXXXySpider: Gasp!

SssirP: Gasp!

NaNaNaNiff: Gasp!!!

SssirP: Alastor actually changed his username.

SeXXXySpider: And it’s not awful(?)

RadioFiend: I told you from the start that I knew how to.

RadioFiend: I just didn’t care.

CharChar: Still, this is a nice name for you, Alastor.  Well done.

RadioFiend: Hmmmm.

PurpleFemale: So, Mr. Morningstar, what’s up?  Did you just come to hang around with us?

KingofDucks: You’re the one that’s Charlie’s girlfriend, right?  You don’t have to call me “Mr”….

SssirP: Aww.  That’s sweet.

KingofDucks: And I popped in because I told Charlie I’d use some of the good old *alakazam!* to help everyone decorate their rooms.

SeXXXySpider: Serious?

CharChar: Actually, you were the one who kind of inspired me, Angel.

CharChar: All the pictures that you have posted on your door are soooo cute, and so I thought we should let everyone decorate!

CharChar: Make everyone’s space feel more like home.

WhiskeyWhiskers: But isn’t the whole point of your little experiment that everyone will leave eventually?

CharChar: I mean… I hope so, but then I can just ask dad to do the thing again.

WhiskeyWhiskers: Yeah, fair enough.

KingofDucks: All righty!  So who wants to go first?

CharChar: Oooh!  So mine and Vaggie’s room is actually fine, but can everything just get… an upgrade?  Nice big soft bed, maybe something with a canopy?  And a bigger dresser so that there’s more room for both of our stuff?

CharChar: Vaggie, what do you want?

PurpleFemale: Um.  I mean, a normal bedroom is fine?

SeXXXySpider: You’ve got the king of the place writing you a creative blank check.  Take advantage of it!

PurpleFemale: I don’t want anything too wild.  A room is supposed to be a place that’s comfortable and relaxing to be in, right?

PurpleFemale: Um.  Oh, maybe some built-in bookshelves next to the window seat?  Since Charlie likes to read there, it would be handy.

CharChar: You’re soooooo sweet, Vaggie!

NaNaNaNiff: Icky, romance!

RadioFiend: Truly.

KingofDucks: Well since *I* support Charlie and her girlfriend, I’m more than happy to give everything an upgrade for their room.

CharChar: Thanks, dad!

CharChar: Ummmm, Angel?  How about you?

SeXXXySpider: Any limits?

KingofDucks: I’m me, so

SeXXXySpider: Sold.  So I want the walls to be gray, but not like a dark and dreary gray, kind of a more light silvery gray but the baseboards have to match.

WhiskeyWhiskers: This is going to become a whole thing, isn’t it?

SeXXXySpider: And really fluffy white carpet, not the cheap stuff but the good kind, and it can be a little long but not more than a little so it doesn’t get all tangled around Nuggsy’s feet.

PurpleFemale: We’ve unleashed something unto the world….

SeXXXySpider: And I want a circular bed, not one of the square ones, but it’s gotta be minimum 10 feet across because I want to be able to stretch out across the bed and not have my legs dangling off the ends.  Soft pink – not fuchsia! – blankets with a big pile of white and light pink pillows in different textures and sizes.

SssirP: Oh my….

CharChar: Pentious, why don’t you just, um, take your turn while Angel is… doing his thing.

SeXXXySpider: And you know those foldable screens?  One of those but metal, not the flimsy kind, and if it can be rose gold with an actual rose pattern that would be soooo sick!  And it can go next to a little dressing area – I would need at least five drawers plus two standing clothing bars for my clothes but you don’t have to bother with closets or anything.  Two mirrors in that area might be enough.

SssirP: Ummm.  A large bed for me too, actually – the one Angel described does sound nice.  The Egg Boiz sleep with me, so we need plenty of room, and my tail does dangle on smaller beds.

KingofDucks: That’s fine!

SssirP: Could I also get a drafting table?  That I can use to work on schematics for some of my inventions?

PurpleFemale: No building weapons in this hotel!

SssirP: I won’t, I promise!

SeXXXySpider: And a vanity mirror, one of the ones that’s desk height and has a chair, and the chair needs a comfortable seat because I’ll spend a while there.  Include the lights all the way around the mirror, but soft lights so it’s not super duper bright, and some side drawers and plenty of space on top for all of my stuff.

CharChar: I think we can trust Pentious, Vaggie.

PurpleFemale: Fine.  You can have your fancy table.

SssirP: Thank you!

CharChar: Are you getting all of this, dad?  I know it’s kind of a lot.

KingofDucks: Anything for you, Charlie!

CharChar: Awww!

PurpleFemale: Husk, Niffy?  What about you two?

SeXXXySpider: And can Nuggs have a little pet palace?  One of the fancy ones that has, like, multiple rooms in it.  Something white or soft pink to match the rest of the room, and it needs to be carpeted so it’s soft when he’s laying down, and at least one platform that just open air so he can climb up and still see, and it will need a ramp for him to get up because he’s kind of a porker.  Ooh, and two little spots for his food and water bowls.

WhiskeyWhiskers: I’m easy.  Maybe a nice red, black, and gold color scheme?  Add a little table and a dart board or something? 

WhiskeyWhiskers: (He’s still going by the way.  This is getting hilarious.)

CharChar: Is that all?

WhiskeyWhiskers: Actually.  Can I have one of those wall-mounted bars?  Enough for just a couple of bottles and a little fold-out table?

CharChar: Sure!

WhiskeyWhiskers: Thanks, Princess.  And Princess’s dad.

SeXXXySpider: And fairy lights!  In both a nice soft white and pink, all over the ceiling so that it makes the whole ceiling glow, but also set up so I can have only one area of the room on at a time if I want it, and they can be all haphazard – it actually looks better if they’re not all laid out in neat lines.

PurpleFemale: Do you think Angel is aware that the rest of us are still here?

RadioFiend: My goodness, he certainly has a very clear vision, doesn’t he?

CharChar: I think it’s good that Angel is getting to express his creativity.

SssirP: I want to see his room when it’s done, actually.  It sounds nice.

WhiskeyWhiskers: Very soft and fluffy.

SeXXXySpider: And then in the bathroom the walls should be the same as in the room but a slightly lighter shade of gray so that they don’t match completely, and the sink and tub and stuff should be light pink too so that they keep the same color scheme going.

SeXXXySpider: (@Husk, hell yeah I am!  You can pet me any time, baby~)

RadioFiend: Ah, so he is aware we’re all still here.

WhiskeyWhiskers: No.

KingofDucks: That is certainly a detailed set of instructions.

KingofDucks: It’s fine, though!

NaNaNaNiff: Ehehe, I actually want a smaller room!  Everything is too big!  I have to climb up the bed to sleep in it!  Can you give me a room that’s my size?

PurpleFemale: Oh.  Why didn’t you say anything before, Niffty?

NaNaNaNiff: It’s fiiiiiiiiiine

NaNaNaNiff: But if we can have anything we want~~~

CharChar: Of course you can.

NaNaNaNiff: And lots of storage!  For my things!

SssirP: Do you have a lot of stuff, Miss Niffty?

NaNaNaNiff: I currently have 62 dead roaches!

PurpleFemale: Ew….

SeXXXySpider: Can the water itself be made pink too?  Ooh, and bubbly, but obviously only in the tub.  And can it be scented to smell like strawberries without actually adding any oil or anything too the water because I don’t want it to get gunked up on my fur but it would be soooo relaxing.  Oh!  And a shelf in the shower to hold all of my stuff because I have way too many bottles of wash and shampoo and conditioner.

KingofDucks: All right, so once the spider one is done then that should be everybody!

CharChar: Wait, dad!  You forgot about Alastor.

KingofDucks: Haha

KingofDucks: That wasn’t an accident.

KingofDucks: That was on purpose.

CharChar: Daaaaaad.

RadioFiend: How�� charmingly petty.

SeXXXySpider: Oh, and a second vanity set-up in the bathroom, kind of like the first one but this one can be right next to the sink and be standing height so we don’t need to add an extra stool in the bathroom – same thing with plenty of space and instead of drawers a couple of shelves for me to put stuff on and outlets for a hair dryer and stuff like that.

KingofDucks: I just think that if he’s sooooo wonderful that he should be able to take care of himself.

RadioFiend: Maybe I can.

KingofDucks: Then maybe you should.

PurpleFemale: Can’t you two just get along like adults?

PurpleFemale: For Charlie’s sake, at least?

PurpleFemale: It stresses her out when you two are fighting.

KingofDucks: Hmph.  Fine.  I suppose I can do that for my daughter

RadioFiend: By all means.

SeXXXySpider: Oh, and can the bath towels also be white and soft pink and fluffy?  And the extra large towels, not the regular ones, because the regular ones are way too short for me so I end up wrapping up like a towel monster.  Like the sheet towels that you can totally burrito someone in.  *Gasp* And a towel warmer!

KingofDucks: What do you want, then?

RadioFiend: Hmmmmm

RadioFiend: Nothing

KingofDucks: … what?

RadioFiend: I’m perfectly capable of doing my own room.

CharChar: Are you sure, Alastor?

RadioFiend: Of course!

KingofDucks: … Leaving.

CharChar: Thanks again, dad.

KingofDucks: Anything for you, Charlie.

KingofDucks: Let me know when that other one finally finishes.  Just… send it to me, I guess.

CharChar: Will do!

* KingofDucks left “Hazbin Hotel’s Home for Imaginary Friends” *

SeXXXySpider: And now that I think about it, I didn’t even mention the windows yet!  For the bathroom, I’d like a circular window over the bath, just low enough that I can see out of it when I’m standing up in the shower, about the size of a plate, not a big one, but in the design of a wheel so that it’s done in the multiple sections, and make it clear glass instead of the frosted or wavy glass so I can actually see outside if I want to.

WhiskeyWhiskers: He’s still going

SeXXXySpider: And a big window in the main room, like the bay window that Charlie and Vaggie’s room has, but without the seat cushion since I wouldn’t really use it, and can the upper corners of the two smaller side windows be made with white, pink, and red stained glass in kind of a random pattern, but just in the upper outside corners?

SeXXXySpider: (@Husk, I can go all night, baby)

[i-write-boop-spoops]

more mr. stone basically being the biggest you x steven shipper ever.

whenever one of his friends’/peers’ kids gets married, he makes sure to mention it to steven and hint at how great a wedding would be.

joseph: oh you’re taking y/n to lumiose? i proposed to your mother there you know

steven: daaaaaaad! i’m not proposing to y/n in lumiose

joseph: :o

steven: if i’m going to propose to them, it’ll be during a meteor shower, like our first date

joseph: :)

also joseph: *proceeds to send steven reminders for every meteor shower for the foreseeable future*

he likes to call you, at least once a week. just to see how you’re doing, how steven is trading you, if he’s proposed yet. he texts like an old man, but it’s adorable. likes to send you photos of cute pokemon he sees and rings/venues you might like

while he’s always encouraged steven’s interest in rocks, even he can admit he takes it too far sometimes, plus he can be a bit wishy-washy when it comes to his responsibilities, whether to devon or to his role as champion. upon steven meeting and dating you, he’s become more accountable, more considerate, a fine young man.

ahhhhhh having you in his house makes him so happy!!! you bring so much joy and life into the house – it reminds him of when his wife was still alive, you have that same kind of warmth and loving nature she did – it does both him and steven a world of good!

he know he’s made many mistakes as a father, and hasn’t always been there when steven needed him, but when he sees steven with you, when he sees how loving and considerate his son is, when he sees him get the door for you, take your coat, pull out your chair, waltz around the room with you, make sure you never lift a finger, he knows at least he’s raised him to be a gentleman and a good husband (even if he’s not your husband yet!!)

[ill-written-god]

T | 365 | m/m human/demon | can be read as Steddie | fantasy

"Daaaaaaad!" A blood-curdling scream echoed through the rooms, prompting the dad to drop everything and run towards his kid's room. He didn't hesitate in front of the closed door, privacy be damned, bursting in.

There was a human in his son's bedroom.

He raised his hand, prepared to strike, but Dustin ran in front of the intruder, blocking them with his tiny body.

"My fault! My fault!"

He sighed and deflated with relief, his powers retracing back into his body. Of course, it was his son's doing. He looked at the floor and the unfamiliar sigils painted on it, in a spot usually covered by the now rolled-up carpet.

"Did you summon a fucking human intentionally?"

"Yep!" Dustin pushed his chest out like it was something to be proud of. 

Well, a successful summoning from a different plane, at his age… 

"The fuck would you do that for?!"

"For you!" he yelled back, seemingly frustrated. "You've been mopey since Robin moved out!" he huffed. 

"I'm not mopey!" his dad bristled. "Besides, this is not a pet, we can't just keep it!"

"But he could stay for dinner," the boy countered, always ready to bargain.

"I'm sending him back."

"But dad-!"

"And you're grounded."

"Dad!"

His father ignored him, motioning the human to follow, which he did without hesitance but with nervous movements. When the doors closed, he immediately turned towards him, almost causing the poor human to faint. Good.

"What were your intentions with my son?"

The pale face in front of him blanched further.

"I don't-! I never-!"

"The summoning goes both ways. You must have wanted something for this to work."

"Uh, I was missing a player for DnD?" he offers, flailing a bit.

"He wanted to bang a demon!" comes a yell from the other side of the door.

"No radio for a week!" he yelled in that direction, pulling the human away.

When they are out of earshot, he slows down and eyes him over appraisingly.

"Is that still on the table?"

"What?"

"The banging."

The human goes red but gives the demon in front of him a once-over nevertheless.

"Yeah,” he nods, swallowing against the dryness in his mouth. “Totally.”

[watchingblsnowandforever]

So. A friend called me to ask me something. It's right before the exams so it turned into rants about different subjects and those good 'ol days. It was on speaker, but I was in this room alone with the door loosely shut while my parents were in the other room. I ended the call with a "goodnight. Bye." You know, like you do with your friends. But then my dad comes in with waggling eyebrows and a smug smirk. "Who was that? You were saying bye to?" He said bye in a sing-song voice.

And I was like 😳 "DAAAAAAAD!!!!!!"

He freaking giggled. 😑

And then my mom was like "stop teasing the poor child! I know [girl who called]!"

And dad shrugged "innocently" and said, with a godsdam straight face, "it might have been your boyfriend. How would I know?"

And I screamed. Because wtf.

I was like "NO NO NO, OH MY GODS NO. 1. I DON'T LIKE BOYS 2. I DO NOT HAVE A BOYFRIEND!!!"

That gods foresaken smirk was back. "So girlfriend?"

I have never more wanted the ground to swallow me whole. My cheeks were literally burning.

I blacked out a little there so I'm not sure what I squeaked.

Dad: "just give a simple answer. Yes, or No?"

"Nooooo!"

"You don't even have a girlfriend? What do you have then?"

"Nothing!" And then I came in and slammed the door behind me.

I dont think I'll be able to look the girl in the eyes without blushing bright red.

[authoroftwwm]

Hugs. You can't really go wrong with one. They are always given by someone who genuinely cares for you and your safety. When you get a hug, you know everything is going to be alright. Every problem can be solved, and every wrong can be right again.

When you got a hug, it meant you were loved.

Matthias did not feel that this time. The usual warm fuzzies that emanated from his father felt pretty far. Why? Why didn't it help this time? Did something happen? Was the hug broken?

Maybe, Matthias thought, maybe he did something wrong and his father was waiting for him to say "oh by the way I did *insert bad thing here* I'm sorry"--but what could have been this wrong thing? What if--

What if it was his father? Did **he** do something? Maybe the vibe wasn't right, or maybe the hug was given and received too early.

No! Hugs always have a reason, and if it's a bad reason then dammit Matthias wasn't going to take it.

As Matthias prepared for the inevitable, the silence was interrupted by the tone-deaf buzz of a job whose strain on his father seemed non-existent.

"Yes, this is Damian..." Matthias sighed. He could very well hear the other end. He knew who it was, and yet it sounded different than usual.

"Heyyyyyyyy Damiaaaaan uhhhhhhhh how's Matthias doing good good yeah so I was able to talk to your daaaaaaad and he said yeah the schools taking student applications again--" at this point Matthias had to make himself seem busy by going into another room--"and you would think he would at least recognize his least--favorite--student--but nooooooo that man was like ahyessupervisorhowdoyoudo and I wanted to be like iTsmEaShFoRdyOubItCh and so basically I'm going to talk to Councilman Ikeman to see if tHe cHiLd can go to school and QUIT BLOWING SHITE UPAnyway have a good evening and let me know what you're shift is tomorrow I wanna go get lunch Igotcravingsfortakeout byeeeeeeeee" gods, that man talks too weird for his position.

Compared to the way he presents himself in public, you'd think that Ashi Asteri was a figure of poise and grace; yet here he was, on the phone with Matthias's father ranting about having to be an adult.

He has something to do with the hug. Definitely.

Here be part 3 (it says part 2 but it's 3, dw)

The Worlds We Made: Chapter 1, Pt. 4

"Do you understand how long I was running around that park looking for you?! I have a packed schedule, you know!" Matthias hadn't seen Rosswell this angry in a long time. This wasn't the worst anger he'd had to weather, but it definitely was up there. "I can't just leave you in the park alone, either! I have to make sure that no one from your former planet recognizes you--whoever they are--I have to keep you from getting angry and terrorizing the entire city--don't look at me like that! I'm not saying it's definitive, I'm just saying it's possible--"

"Definitive... D... i... v?" Matthias sighed. "What does that mean?"

"Definitive?"

"Yeah, that--oh, sorry you were in the middle of saying something and I stopped you again...waithangonhangonihaveit!" Rosswell let him think for a moment. "Intrupt--interrupted? Is that right?"

The silence that followed didn't last quite as long as hoped, as the laughter of a worn-out caretaker echoed throughout the log cabin the duo called home. Rosswell sauntered over to Matthias and began to ruffle his hair as one would a cat who didn't quite understand that this is my glass and you need to leave it alone.

"You're such a mess, Mattie! Come here!"

"Ack! No--not the hair--Dad, I'll fight you!"

"Oh? Did you feel like losing again?"

"I'm not gonna lose! I'll just... Not win."

"Mm-hmm..."

"I'll lose on propose--purpose! That way you have to deal with the fact I could have beaten you!"

"That implies you have the ability to win in the first place."

"Aren't dad's supposed to be encouraging of their children's abilities?"

"Yes, but I know your limits, and I'm not going to lie to you about them. That'd be wrong of me to do."

"Ugh, fine, whatever... Uh, also..." Matthias nervously grasped for courage. Apologizing is extremely difficult for most young people, and he was no different. He had made sure he knew the words a long time ago: 'I apologize for [thing that was wrong]. I will do better in the future.' As easy as it seemed to do so, there was a lot of guilt associated with it; every time Matthias tried to admit his faults, he lost track of what to say. He was going to do it this time.

"You good--"

"I apologize for running away from you and for not telling you where I was I will do better in the future I feel shamed I don't want to be in any trouble I just wanted some time with Wimphrey I just--"

[dccomicsimagines]

A Day With Dad - Batfamily x Reader

Requested by Anon - Now what would really be cute, is Batman bringing his youngest (male reader) to the watchtower for the first time? The league is shocked! Bruce is just like the meme, what’s that?, it’s a smoothie

Author’s Note - This takes place during Dick’s time as Robin. It made the most sense to me. 

***

In the deep darkness of sleep, Bruce could almost hear little footsteps running down the hall. At the sound of his bedroom door opening, Bruce burst through the surface of conscious. Fast footsteps ran to his bed before he heard a jump. 

Opening his eyes, Bruce held up his arms only to catch a ball of endless energy in the form of you. Bruce smiled as you belly laughed. “I told Alfred you were awake,” you said. Bruce held you above him.

Bruce hummed softly. He slowly brought you down onto his chest. His ribs ached slightly, having been cracked the night before by a mugger’s lucky hit. 

“Dad, do you know what today is?” You smiled cheekily, snuggling close. 

“Wednesday.” Bruce hugged you to him. He kissed the top of your head as you groaned.

“Daaaaaaad.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Don’t tell me you forgot.”

Bruce felt a smile tug on his lips. “Is it my birthday?”

An adorable pout appeared on your face. “No.” 

Bruce ran his fingers through your messy hair. You were still in your pajamas. He wondered if he could get you to nap with him. “Christmas?”

“Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.” You reached up to mush his cheeks together. “Stop teasing.” 

Bruce reached up to pull your hands away from his face. “I think I remember.” He smiled at you, his heart bursting from joy. “Let’s see...is it our special day?”

“Yes!” You bounced on his chest excitedly. Bruce grabbed your hips and lifted you off him to save his ribs. “And Alfred said we can do anything!”

“Anything huh?” Bruce tensed slightly. Of course, Alfred would tell you that. That way, Bruce couldn’t use Alfred’s disapproval as an excuse. He held in a sigh, but he had to admit, the excitement sparkling in your eyes made it worth losing a day of sleep and work. 

You snuggled into his side. “First thing is breakfast in bed.” You grinned at him. “Alfred is going to bring it up. Fresh strawberries with cream and waffles.” You licked your lips, eyes wide. Bruce chuckled, holding you close.

“Sounds great.” He ruffled your hair, making you laugh. Bruce oddly thought it would be a good day.

***

Bruce stood at the bottom of the stairs when he saw you barrel down in a Batman sweatshirt. If he remembered right, Dick gave that to you on your birthday. Of course, Bruce wasn’t thrilled, but it was your day. You could wear what you wanted. 

At least you were wearing his symbol and not Clark’s. Bruce had to hold back the glare that almost crossed his face. 

“Dad, are we taking the Corvette?” You hopped down the last step and hugged his leg. “Can I drive?”

“Yes, to the Corvette, no to driving.” Bruce ruffled your hair, smiling at how your little nose wrinkled. “Not until you’re sixteen anyway.”

You pushed his hand away. “I have the day planned.” You went into your pocket and pulled out a flyer. “First we go to Skyzone.” Bruce took the flyer, studying the image of wall to wall trampolines. “Then we’ll go to lunch, then the zoo so we can see the baby elephant.” You smiled up at Bruce cutely. “After we’ll come home for a movie night. Dick said he’d be home in time to join us.” Dick was with the Teen Titans for the week. Bruce didn’t really approve, but relented as long as Dick kept his identity from them.  

Bruce blinked. “The car is outside and running, Master Bruce,” Alfred said with a smile. You cheered, running toward the front door. 

“Alfred, what have you done to me?” Bruce mumbled to him once he knew you were out of earshot. 

“You’ll be fine, Master Bruce. It is good for Master (Y/N) to have a day with undivided attention from his father.” Alfred crossed his arms and gave Bruce the coldest glare he had ever seen. Bruce swallowed. “Master (Y/N) has been talking about this day nonstop for two weeks.”

Bruce held up his hands. “Okay, okay.” Bruce stepped around Alfred somewhat nervously. “We’ll have fun and see you tonight.” He hurried out where you were waiting impatiently by the Corvette. “Ready?”

“Yes!” You jumped in a circle, barely containing your excitement. Bruce couldn’t help, but smile back at you.

***

Bruce raised an eyebrow as you played with the Robin figure you got in your Bat-Mite meal. BatBurger was crowded for this time of day. He nibbled on a fry and glanced around. The idea that he had a fast food restaurant named after him was still bizarre. 

“Dad, do you think Dick will want my Robin figure?” You looked up at him, smiling brightly. The trampoline park had been an excellent experience. Bruce actually was considering constructing a mini trampoline park in the cave for training purposes. You were able to get some of your endless energy out too.

“Maybe, but I think he’d prefer for you to have it.” Bruce folded his arms on the table. “Finish your burger, (Y/N).” 

You put Robin down and took another bite of your burger. Bruce glanced at his phone, frowning when the Justice League alert pinged. He tapped the button and sighed as it informed him Superman called an emergency meeting. 

“What’s happening?” Your smile fell. Bruce flinched slightly at how quickly your shoulders dropped. 

“A meeting was called.” Bruce pursed his lips. You set down your burger and shifted in your seat. 

“So we have to go home?” A slight tremble came to your lips.

Bruce blinked. “Yes.” His stomach dropped as you turned to look out the window, letting your head rest on the table. Your sudden change in mood concerned him. Was Alfred right? Did this day mean that much to you?

A sniffle came from you. Bruce froze, suddenly lost. Usually, he handed you off to Alfred when your emotions started to get complicated. Especially when it involved tears. Bruce rubbed his chin. If he brought you home like this, Alfred wouldn’t let him hear the end of it.

His phone beeped again. The meeting was to start in twenty minutes. He couldn’t miss it. It would set a bad example for the newer members. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose. You weren’t apart of his life as Batman. The league didn’t even know he had another son. However, you glanced up at him with teary, sad eyes and Bruce figured it would probably be fine. You could wear a mask and stay by his side at all times. 

“You can always come with me? If you want?” Bruce smiled when you sat up suddenly and looked at him like he grew two heads. 

“Really?” You bounced in your seat. “I can go to space?” You grinned brighter than the sun. “Do I get to meet Superman?”

Bruce had to stop himself from frowning. “Sure.” Why did both of his sons have an obsession with Superman? “But you need to stay by my side the whole time and do everything I say.” Bruce narrowed his eyes sternly at you.

You nodded happily. “I will. Promise, Dad.” Bruce slid out of the booth and gathered the trash. You picked up your Robin. “Can we get the Kite Man Flightastic milkshake before we go?”

Bruce followed your gaze to the advertisement display on the far wall. His nose wrinkled at the disgusting green color. How on earth did they get that color of green in ice cream?

“We’ll get it to-go.” Bruce dumped the trash. You cheered, hugging his leg. Bruce patted your head and wondered how he got wrapped around your finger.

***

The zeta tube flashed, bringing Bruce and you to the Watchtower Annex. You gasped, looking around in awe with your Robin figure in one hand and your milkshake in the other. Bruce smiled. You had proclaimed he was a cool dad before stepping into the zeta tube. His chest puffed out slightly in pride. 

Bruce was in his batsuit. For you, he found one of Dick’s old domino masks. You even came up with a code name for yourself. Batkid, because Batboy sounded dumb. Bruce was glad he didn’t suggest Batboy, even though it was right on his lips. He was in the cool dad range, couldn’t fall out of it now.

“Wow, is that the moon?” You chuckled, pointing to the window. 

“Yes.” Bruce hummed, placing a hand on your back. “We’ll look more later.” He guided you down the halls toward the meeting room. 

Hal Jordan was outside the room talking to Barry Allen. Both were in their suits. Barry noticed you first, jaw dropping. Hal followed Barry’s gaze. He snorted and crossed his arms at the sight of you. Meanwhile, you were awed at seeing the Flash and Green Lantern in real life. Bruce had to reach down to close your jaw.

“Did you kidnap this kid to be your new Robin, Bats?” Hal said, smirking and leaning against the door frame.

You frowned, confused. Bruce put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed gently. “No, he’s my son. Batkid.”  

“Hi Batkid,” Barry said, getting down on one knee. He grinned at you. “What do you got there?” You relaxed, explaining your milkshake and your Robin figure to him. 

Bruce stepped closer to Hal once he knew you were distracted. He leaned close to whisper in his ear. “If you make him upset, I’ll break every single bone in your body.” 

Hal paled. “I’ll be nice. Geez, what do you take me for?” Hal mumbled, quickly walking into the meeting room. 

“Dad, Flash said he’d give me a tour of the Watchtower after the meeting,” you said, nudging Bruce’s hand. Bruce sent Barry a warning look. Barry just held up his hands and smiled innocently. 

“I mean you can come too, Batman,” Barry said before zooming into the meeting room. 

You took a sip of your milkshake. “You could be nicer, you know.” The look you gave him reminded him a tad too much of Alfred’s.

Bruce grunted in response, led you inside the meeting room. All eyes turned to the two of you. You blushed. Bruce felt you press against his leg, which you only did when you were nervous or scared. 

Somewhat protectively, Bruce scooped you up in one arm and marched over to his seat. He sat down with you on his lap, making sure the cape was around the two of you so you could hide if you wished.

“What’s that?” Booster Gold exclaimed, breaking the stunned silence in the room. He pointed straight at you. 

Bruce felt you flinch. He wrapped one arm around you, gently guiding you to set down your milkshake on the table. “A milkshake, Booster. You haven’t seen one before,” Bruce replied coolly. 

You laughed softly, wrapping yourself up in his cape and watching the room. Bruce had to purse his lips to keep from smiling. Clark stood up, clearing his throat. “I’ll call this meeting to order. First welcome to our guest,” Clark said, gesturing toward you. You waved shyly. A roll of chuckles echoed in the room. “Second onto the crisis in Markovia...”

***

By the end of the meeting, you were fast asleep, snuggled close to Bruce’s chest with his cape around you. Everyone filtered out of the room except for Diana and Clark. Bruce stayed seated, looking over the notes of the meeting.

“So...Bruce, were you going to tell us about...?” Clark gestured to you. Bruce bristled, pulling you closer.

“There is no need for you to know about my personal life.” Bruce glared up at Clark. 

Diana shook her head and sat down next to Bruce. “I believe Clark is asking how we’ve been invited to your house for dinner several times and have never met or heard of your son.”

Bruce held back the urge to roll his eyes. “So you are hurt that you didn’t know everything about my personal life?” He felt you shift in his lap.

Clark sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Friends know important things about each other, Bruce.”

A reply was on the tip of Bruce’s tongue, but he saw you open your eyes. Bruce learned early on that you were the best excuse for a topic change. Shamelessly, Bruce used you a lot for this purpose. “Superman and Wonder Woman are here if you want to meet them,” he whispered into your ear. 

A blush came to your cheeks. “Really?” You peeked out of his cape to see Clark smiling at you before turning to see Diana. “Wow, you really are pretty like Dad said.”

Diana smiled, giving Bruce an amused look. Bruce quickly looked away. Clark raised an eyebrow.  Bruce narrowed his eyes at him, daring him to say something.

You climbed off Bruce’s lap. “Oh and Superman. You’re Dick’s favorite.” You went over to Clark. Clark picked you up. “But don’t tell Dad. He’s touchy about it.” 

“Be careful,” Bruce said. His chest tightened at the sight of you in Clark’s arms. He thought how quickly Clark could crush you. Logically, he knew Clark wouldn’t hurt you, but the fear was still there. 

“I will be.” Clark nodded before focusing on you. “Why don’t I give you a tour of the Watchtower?”

Bruce opened his mouth to protest. “Can I, Dad?” you asked, eyes wide with excitement. Looking into your eyes, Bruce sighed and nodded. You cheered and Clark took you away. 

“The protective father is a good look for you. Hmm, now it makes sense why you didn’t tell us about your youngest.” Diana crossed her arms, sly look on her face. 

Bruce snorted. “We can’t now. Don’t even give me that look.”

“What look?” Diana stood up and walked away slowly. Bruce’s eyes were glued to her hips. She glanced at him from over her shoulder. “I’m sure Clark’s tour will take a bit.”

Running a hand over his face, Bruce followed her rather eagerly. “But only a half an hour max. I can’t let another son join the Superman fan club.” Diana laughed and took his hand as the two found a place to be alone.

***

“Dad, that was so cool!” You were a ball of excitement, bouncing around Bruce in circles with your Robin toy tightly in one hand. The two of you just arrived back to the Batcave. “Superman was so nice and space looked so big.”

Bruce smiled, putting a hand on your head to slow you down. “I’m glad you had a great time, chum.” He headed toward the changing room to shower and change. You followed him. 

Luckily, you were too busy with the tour and Clark to notice Bruce was missing for a good half an hour. Bruce smirked as he reminisced that half an hour before pushing it away. He didn’t need you to suspect something was up and ask if Diana will be your new mother. Bruce shivered at the thought.

Meanwhile, you chattered about the Watchtower. Bruce listened, humming when you paused so you knew he was still listening. He changed out of his suit, stepped into the shower while you sat on the bench, eyes down, but still talking.

“Did I hear, right?” Dick’s voice came from the doorway of the changing room. Bruce smiled when he saw you jump up and run over to Dick. “You went to the Watchtower, little bat?” 

“I did!” You jumped into Dick’s arms. Dick spun you around, making you laugh. Bruce turned away to focus on washing away Diana’s perfume that still lingered on his skin. You recounted the day to Dick, showing him your Robin toy. “And I met Superman and Wonder Woman, but Dad is still my favorite hero because he puts them in their place.”

Bruce choked. Dick smirked. “He does, doesn’t he?” Dick spun you around again. “My favorite is still Superman and you can’t change my mind,” Dick teased, distracting you again.

Did Dick know about his relations with Diana? Bruce frowned, turning off the water and grabbing a towel to dry off. He hoped not. “Why don’t you two head up to see if Alfred has the snacks ready for movie night?” Bruce said as he stepped out with the towel around his waist. 

“Yeah! Race you,” you said, sprinting out of the room. Dick’s eyes widened.

“He’s fast. I guess the SkyZone didn’t take that much out of him,” Dick laughed before running after you. Bruce noted Dick was holding back to let you win. A smile pulled at Bruce’s lips at the sight. 

***

“Aww, Master Bruce. Thank you for joining us,” Alfred said as Bruce stepped into the den. You and Dick were good-naturedly arguing over movie choices.

“I was just showering, Alfred.” Bruce took a seat on one of the armchairs, eyeing the tray with milkshakes, popcorn, and cookies. 

Alfred hummed, taking a seat next to Bruce. Bruce noted Alfred had dressed down, wearing a simple sweater and slacks. You must have convinced Alfred to join the movie night. “Master (Y/N) had a very good day.”

“He did.” Bruce smiled. “Thank you, Alfred, for making me see the importance of spending one-on-one time with my son.”

“You’re welcome, Master Bruce.” Alfred patted Bruce’s shoulder. “Now I would suggest you help the boys decide on a film before the milkshakes melt?”

Bruce nodded, leaving his chair to join you and Dick on the floor. You climbed into Bruce’s lap. Bruce held you close and wrapped an arm around Dick as the two of you still argued. His heart felt full.

[levi-my-beloved]

levi and his daughter playing catch in the back garden…

the older she gets, the further apart they both have to be cuz those throws are fucking powerful

you’ve definitely walked out the door to two very sheepish looking Ackermans after the top window has been broken for the fourth time in the summer months, so you go tell them to play in a field or something for the love of god

one time you thought your daughter was playing alone in the field around your house, she’d be roughly ten years old just throwing a ball up and catching it, before she saw you approach

“Hey mom, watch this!!” her silvery eyes way to wide with excitement for you to say no, so you step back a bit only to watch her borderline fire the ball down the field and completely out of sight. it was an impressive throw, but you couldn’t help thinking about the gruelling walk down the harvested cornfield your daughter would now have to do to retrieve the ball.

until the faintest “good throw!!!!” reached your ears on the wind. you squinted against the sun, your narrowed gaze just managing to make out the smallest dot of raven hair down the opposite end of the field, unmistakably belonging to your husband. but you still needed conformation.

“…Darling, is that your father?” you asked, then smallest incredulous lilt lacing your tone. your daughter nodded enthusiastically, before jogging backwards and leaping to catch a ball you didn’t even see coming. the smile on your face wasn’t a conscious one, though the sweat down your back from the beating sun was somewhat uncomfortable. Then it hit you. “Do… do either of you have sunscreen on?” you knew the pasty skin of an Ackerman was incredibly prone to burning, and the look your daughter gave you told you enough.

“Daaaaaaad!!!! Mom wants to know if you have sunscreen on?!?!?”

Holy fuck even her voice was stronger than most, almost prompting you to cover your ears, but you had to listen to a response. Had to hear that faint curse as your husband realised that no, in fact, he does not have sunscreen on.

And sure enough… “Shit!!!” You we’re not disappointed, though you knew your daughter would have heard that as well.

“Language!!!” you shouted back, surprised by the volume of your own voice, before turning to your daughter. “Inside sweetheart, get some ice and after sun on your skin, just to be sure. If you want to come back out later, when the sun isn’t so high you can, okay?” You ruffles your daughter’s hair, a habit you picked up from Levi, before she ran off back to the house, attempting to shade herself with her arms.

The image of Levi Ackerman running full sprint up the golden hill of a cornfield was quite possibly one of the most majestic things you’d ever seen, if not one of the most hilarious things you’d ever seen. Bubbles of pitched laughter rose from your chest, already removing your hat and placing it on his sweaty head the moment he was close enough. “Idiot.” Was all you said, but your half smile couldn’t be contained. And Levi knew that.

“The kid wanted to play catch, what could I do?” He shrugged, knowing full well what he could have done, you didn’t even need to tell him. Rolling your eyes, you gave him a flat stare, only just realising how completely soaked with sweat he was. Your eyes widened a tad, almost concerned.

“Fucking hell Levi, you’re utterly drenched!” You raised a brow almost in awe, though the way his t-shirt cling to his abs had you biting your lip subtly, smirking in approval.

“It is hot out,” Levi reasoned, removing your hat from his head to fan his face. You swore he was doing it deliberately, just to you saw the way his biceps flexed beneath the soaked fabric.

“That’s for sure.” You grinned, stealing the hat from his hand and once again slapping it back on his head. If anything you wanted to at least shade his face. Oh shit yeah, the sun. You forgot. “Come on, gotta get your crispy ass inside before you— Levi?!?”

One moment your feet were firmly placed on the tough stalks of the cornfield, the next they were hooked around his waist as he brought you into his body, your arms immediately wrapping around his neck for stability… and instantly regretting it. The fabric of your clothes turning a shade darker as it absorbed his sweat. “Great… now we’ve both gotta shower. God you reek.” An obvious lie.

“Stop complaining. You and I both know you love it.” You tilted his hat back just to see that knowing smirk, the way one thin brow raised in an ‘i told you so’ manner. So you kissed him to shut him up, your hand still tilting his hat back, the other cupping the side of his head. You tasted his subtle, rumbling chuckle as you gently pulled on the loose strands of his hair. Levi dragged his palm from where he was holding your thigh up to your neck, tilting your head to the side. You were about to trail your fingers down his chest before—

“I thought Dad needed to get sunscreen on?” you both pulled apart instantly, Levi setting you down as you righted the hat on his head. You turned, a sheepish smile planted on your slightly swollen lips as your daughter looked between the two of you. God, you felt like you were getting scolded by your own mother. Until you remembered *you* were the mother here.

“I thought I told you to head inside until the cooler hours young lady.” You placed a hand on your hip, scowling as best you could even with Levi’s smirk burning a whole in the back of your head. You sent a gentle kick to his shin, before snatching his wrist and dragging both your husband and your daughter back inside.

And though your shower was supposed to wash away the sweat from your skin, both you and Levi stepped out sweatier than you walked in. Although much less hot and bothered…

this was much longer and steamier than it was supposed to be

[embarasseddragon234]

Got any more tired dad duckula au headcanons?

This ask is like, years old by now and I doubt the person who asked is still waiting for an answer, (but, if you ARE reading this I am so sorry ) but I'm gonna use this as a jumping off point to share the headcanons I've been concocting

So, headcanon time!

But first, a changed headcanon! I've decided that Duckula and Goosewing are actually Violet and Lena's (great) uncles in this Au! ^-^ Because I realized I really liked the idea of Goosewing having more family that doesn't disown him for marrying a vampire.

So one of Violet's dads is Goosewing's nephew! I haven't figured out which one yet, but it's a win-win for me, the whole Duckula/Goosewing family gets more people who love and appreciate them, and I get two more underdeveloped characters to sink my grubby little paws into! ^-^

Now for new headcanons!

-Goosewing and Junior play chess together on the regular, whether either of them are any good or not is entirely up to you, it just makes them feel smart(I like to think they make up their own rules on the fly)

-Lena and Duckula first bonded over having family members who would much prefer them to be evil and/or dead

-Related to that, Igor has chilled out considerably since the series and Junior was born, Duckula thinks it's because Junior IS interested in villainry, or maybe that Igor's just biding his time until Duckula dies and can be reincarnated again.

-The real reason is that, well, it's so much more LIVELY when the whole family's around, not that he'd EVER admit to enjoying something like that, of course

-Lena calls Duckula her second favorite uncle

-She calls Uncle Donald her first favorite uncle, mostly to mess with Duckula

Duckula: But-but- he's not your. . .?

Lena: Uncle Donald's like, everyone's favorite uncle, you can't fight it. You'll understand once you meet him.

Duckula: ????????

-He didn't pick up on the fact that she was messing with him, but either way, he DOES understand when he finally meets Donald.

-Lena doesn't ACTUALLY have a favorite aunt/uncle, but if she had to choose it'd be Vanna, obviously.

-Junior's obsessed with "normal" life the same way people are obsessed with the supernatural

Junior: Did you know that most people DON'T live in an old castle?"

Duckula: Your uncles don't.

Junior: I KNOW! Isn't that SO COOL! Vati! Isn't it cool!

Goosewing: Hehehe, Ja mien Schatzi, it is.

-He ADORES soap operas and sitcoms. He also thinks that's how non-supernatural families actually act, which causes problems, though I'm not sure what kind

-Duckula calls Junior "Little broccoli" much to his chagrin

Junior: I'm not a broccoli!

Duckula: Hehe, Well, we found you in a broccoli patch and you came out all green, that makes you my little magic broccoli!

Junior: Daaaaaaad!

-It doesn't ACTUALLY bother him, but if he lets up the cutesy nicknames would never cease

-Things Duckula has called his kid

Little broccoli

Pumpkin

Sweety

Little sprout

Duckyboos

Duckling

Ducky

Sweet baby boy

Prince

Princeling

Schatzi(little treasure)

Baby

Junior: Vati! Dad's picking on meeeee!

Goosewing; I'm sorry mein kleines Entlein

Junior: Vati NO!

-Goosewing tends to stick to a couple more common endearments, albeit a couple from three different languages (German, Romanian, and English), that he translates willy nilly

-(I am not at all sure about the non-English endearments, and I couldn't really find any Romanian ones, at least not ones I was sure were used for family members. So if anyone who actually speaks either of those languages want to give me some tips, go for it)

-Junior gets bored with Danger Mouse not too long after DM discovered he was a teenager, because while it's amusing to try and get DM fired for assaulting a minor, it won't really make him FAMOUS.(He actually realizes that it might make DM MORE famous, which is the opposite of what he wants) So he sneaks the castle off to Duckburg while everyone else is asleep to try and find some new ideas

-Junior meets PK and immediately decides he wants to be a superhero.("Superheroes are always like, SUPER popular right?" He hasn't thought this through very much. This is why you never make decisions at 3 in the morning) So he starts following him around calling himself his sidekick

-PK is. . . extremely concerned by this.

PK: You're like. . . 13? Where are your parents?

Junior: I'm 15! Why does everyone-! GAH! Whatever! ANYway, my parents are asleep, DOI, where ELSE would they be, out clubbing?

-This answer, while true, certainly doesn't make PK LESS worried, he starts assuming Junior's an orphan or something, and decides to keep him from getting himself killed playing hero

-(On that note, there's definitely an Au of this Au where Junior IS a reincarnation of 80s!Duckula, gets separated from the castle somehow, and gets adopted by Donald. Because that would be both hilarious and adorable)

-Eventually someone notices Castle Duckula showing up on the outskirts of Duckburg and Danger Mouse shows up. Not really sure how that goes down yet, but there are definitely hijinks involved

[dinosaurtsukki]

tsukishima as a dad hc’s

there is absolutely no reason behind me writing this other than the fact that i’m sad and need a tsukishima

ngl he was SUPER nervous when he found out he was going to be a dad because for one, he knows he’s not exactly the sweetest lamppost on the street and he’s insecure about being able to take care of a child right

but you know for a fact that despite how salty tsukishima tends to be, he has a good heart and will be an amazing father

you: it’s okay, shrek was also nervous about having a kid in the third movie

tsukishima: did you just compare me to shrek??

i’m sorry i’ll stop adding shrek references to everything

he’s also thrown off a bit by your pregnancy because now he realizes he has to be a bit more attentive to your needs

most of the time he’s just like ‘??? are you ??? okay ?? can i ?? help ???’

tsukishima really wants to be able to help but you also have to explain directly what you need help with

after a while he starts to get into the motion of things. he’ll be up early to make you some tea to help with your morning sickness 

one time he came home with your favorite ice cream flavor because he anticipated you would be craving it and you almost cried

tsukishima does have his little soft moments with you though. sometimes he’ll be spooning while you sleep and place a protective hand over your belly

surprisingly, he’s really calm when you start to go into labor. in the cab ride on the way to the hospital he’s holding your hand and helping you with your breathing

he’s still really calm up until they wheel you over to the emergency room and tsukishima immediately erupts in a panic

he’ll be in the bathroom washing his face over and over again because he doesn’t know what to do before calling akiteru and yamaguchi

they already both know what’s up and try to keep tsukishima calm up until the nurse comes out to say that both you and your baby are fine

inside the room, he sees you already tired but still somehow sitting up to nurse your newborn daughter 

he doesn’t ask to hold her but you can see it on his face so you offer to let him and the look on his face is just so soft when his daughter wraps her little hand around his fingers

excuse me i’m just going to go cry for a bit

tsukishima would be a very responsible type of dad. he’s very good at remembering to wash the feeding bottles and pack extra diapers when you go out

also: DINOSAUR PLUSHIES

this makes me uwu so hard but he’d probably buy a bunch of dinosaur plushies and baby books for your daughter

you: kei, that’s their fifth plushie already

tsukki: this is a triceratops it’s DIFFERENT

ngl there are times when he’ll have to bring your daughter to work and he’ll come into the museum with a baby carrier on him and everything

at first he’s kind of embarrassed and then he’ll notice his co-workers snickering and shoot them a Death Glare

tsukki: is your masculinity too fragile for you to even bring your kid to work? pathetic

that shuts them up

he’s not really the playful type BUT tsukishima is definitely the kind of dad who’d read stories to your kid

sometimes you’ll pass by your daughter’s bedroom and catch him lying on the bed, reading her a book and you can’t help but stand by and watch him

he’ll arrange the dino plushies all around her after tucking her in

because tsukishima doesn’t mind bringing your daughter to work after school, the museum eventually becomes sort of like her playground

it’s so cute everyone who works in the museum knows her and she just spends the rest of the day going around the exhibits

OMG FATHER-DAUGHTER BONDING WHILE TSUKISHIMA ORGANIZES EXHIBITS

you’ll often pass by the museum after work to find your husband and daughter fixing an exhibit together and she’s asking a million questions and tsukishima’s patiently answering all of them

the three of you LOVE having family movie nights or playing board games together 

there was this one time your daughter and tsukishima were conspiring against you but then at the last minute she betrayed him and won the entire game

you: kei, are you crying?

tsukki: i’m just really proud

he’s also the type of dad to tease his kid a lot because he can and he loves to bring up embarrassing moments all the time

tsukki: hEY REMEMBER WHEN YOU--

your daughter: daaaAAAAD

generally, tsukishima is quite stern but oh my god does he teach your daughter questionable things 

you: i know she stole your doll but you can’t just call people the b-word

your daughter: motherfucker doesn’t start with a ‘b’

tsukki: *is bent-over from laughing too hard*

you’ll be lecturing her over something that she did but your husband is just standing behind you mouthing ‘you did good’ while flashing a thumbs-up

tsukishima does try to raise you to be a morally responsible citizen but he’s also lowkey a crackhead

tsukki: sometimes, the best thing you can do is simply forgive and forget

your daughter: okay dad

tsukki: but other times, you can just secretly drive by their house and throw eggs at night

you: kEI

nvm you’re a crackhead too it’s why tsukishima married you

*insert shot of the three of you in a car, throwing eggs at the house of the person who wronged your daughter*

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[polyninja-future]

Winter: Daaaaaaad.

Jay: Come on, it’s the first date ever in your life! You have to look good.

Winter: Isn’t it… a bit too much?

Jay: Nope.

Cole: A little.

Jay: Cole.

Kai: Jay, I’m sure he will look handsome no matter what you put him in. And no jacket, it is burning hot outside.

Zane: It might rain later though, so just bring it as a side thing just in case.

Jay: Or an umbrella!

Cole: You know what, that could work. Add a lil romance.

Winter: Oh my FSM, you all are treating this like I’m running the red carpet for a fashion show or movie premiere.

Jay: It’s a special moment! It’s not everyday one of your lil buggies go out… on a date for the first time… Now I know how my parents felt.

Kai and Cole wheezed.

Winter: Do you know how I feel right now?

Jay: Hey.

Kaipo came in the room with a mischievous smile.

Kaipo: She’s here.

Winter: What!?

Zane: Okay. Remember what we told you. Be nice, play nice, no roughhousing, make sure to compliment her, and don’t do anything your dads and I would do.

Winter nodded and immediately went to the front door.

Kai: Have fun, snowball!

Winter: I will!

When he saw Blue, he melted. She was wearing a blue spring dress and black boots. Her motorcycle was behind her.

Blue: Hey.

Winter: Hi.

Winter heard a camera click.

Winter: Baba!

Cole: Alright! I’m leaving! You two have fun.

Winter sighed as Blue giggled.

Blue: Well, shall we?

Blue handed Winter a motorcycle helmet:

Winter: Yeah. Before my parents start to take more pictures.

Blue: Special occasions for first dates?

Winter: Apparently.

[f1fantasy]

F1 drivers as parents ✨

Lewis - Takes the kids camping so he can teach them about nature and the environment. Super supportive and does the right amount of spoiling so he makes them happy but do not ruin them. Going to the park to play with the dogs and drink slushies is a family favorite.

Bottas - Is the kind of dad that has the picture of his baby daughter in the wallet and wants to show everyone ALL THE TIME. Quiet type of dad but so in love with his baby he would do anything for her. Would definitely wear the #1 dad shirt.

Max - Confused stonks all over the place, does not know how to make a baby bottle, burns his hand, spills it on the floor and makes the kid a fruit salad, discovering afterwards that it was the healthiest way out. Calls the mother EVERY TIME to make sure he’s doing things right.

Alex - Young dad material. Masters every single parenting skill without effort, plays with the kids for hours without getting bored and is a pro at putting them to bed. Afterwards cooks dinner and organizes the toys, perfect guy.

Carlos - Gives balls to the kids even before they are one month old. Teaches a two year old girl soccer and succeeds at it. Mini golf is the go to plan for a Sunday afternoon. The kind of dad that plays sports with kids because he genuinely enjoys spending time like that with them and not because he has to. Hot dad.

Lando - As silly as his kids. Weird faces and dances are his way to make them smile. Super focused on work but when he’s home he gives his undivided attention to the children. A bit overly competitive on videogames but now and then lets the kids win so he feels good at parenting.

Seb - DAD MATERIAL. The kind of dad that sits on the floor and let the girls paint his nails and do makeup and still looks really masculine and lovely. Teaches the kids how to eat healthy but sneaks lollipops and chocolate bars for them without the mother seeing it. Could sit a whole day just watching Barbie and pay attention to the movies.

Charles - HOT DAD pt2. Would dress his kids in the cutest clothes, like they had just jumped out of a magazine. Would sign then up for horse riding and piano classes and subtly cry at every recital or competition because he’d be so proud and that’d be so pretty. Would now and then show up in a different car to pick his son at school so the other kids would go “WOOOOOW THAT’S SICK”.

Checo - Mexican daaaaaaad. Loud dad, kinda strict but super in love with his family. So proud of his children, would skip job to watch his son’s soccer match even if he stayed on the bench the whole time. Everything would be a valid reason for icecream and taco night. Support and validation would be his way to show love.

Lance - Super loving and caring. Would raise his kids by talking and explaining everything, never raising his voice, so they would understand the things and make their own decisions. EXTREMELY patient with everything, in an almost supernatural way. Would be so happy to throw family parties and tell some dad jokes. Family man!!!! Popular among the daycare moms because he looks so charming and is so polite, popular among the kids’ friends because he’s extremely good at EVERY SINGLE SPORT and is willing to teach everyone.

Daniel - That dad who plays soccer with his teenager son and his friends, wins and laughs at their faces. Gets the teens beer without the mother knowing and is a big time friend. The kind of dad that kids are proud to say they have. Had some trouble with the mom in the early years because he taught the kids how to cuss, but learned his lesson and has a key role in education, not just the fun part.

Ocon - Goes from “Look, that’s my daughter! You look amazing! Spin, ballerina” with tears of joy in his eyes to “Mess with my kid and I’ll kill you slowly and painfully” in 0.0000007 seconds. Would dress up as Prince Charming in Halloween and take his little girl’s hand on his and go trick or treating proudly. Would love everything about the kid and be so supportive even on the weird phases (do you want to go EMO? Let’s paint this hair purple! Dad’s got your back!)

Pierre - Treats his daughter like a baby even after she gets married. Is kinda confused about the parenting stuff in the beginning but figures it out as it goes. Takes A LOT of pictures of irrelevant stuff because he just cannot believe that a perfect little girl like that is his daughter. Spoils her a little too much but she grows up to be an amazing brave and kind woman, mirroring her dad.

Kvyat - Kind of dad that laughs when the son falls and runs to help if he starts crying. Wants the boy to play hockey or football or rugby but when he decides to play chess he goes to every match and cheers the hell out and screams his lungs out in support. Absolutely hates boybands but would (angrily) wear a Harry Styles headband to take his babygirl to a concert and to see her happy.

Magnussen - Punk dad that scares the shit out of his kids’ friends (and their dads too). Tries to be strict but melts whenever his daughter makes puppy eyes and asks for dessert before dinner. Jealous and overprotective, also scares the shit out of the daughter’s boyfriend, but tries to socialize with him because she asks to.

Grosjean - Silly dad material. Would try cooking some weird baby food because the specialists say it’s good for the growth process. Smiley pancakes for breakfast and would always tie the laces of his kid’s shoes, in a sign of how much pure affection he has in that heart. Extremely thoughtful about the well-being of his kids and how they’re doing in school and with friends. Super focused on not embarrassing the kids but now and then lets a “daddy loves you, munchkin” slip.

Kimi - Hates everything kid-related except his kids. School meetings? Hates. Parents reunion? Hates. Father’s day soccer match? HATES. Is the kind of dad that TRULY loves that ugly ass coffee and watercolor paint drawing just because his daughter made him. Has tons of folders to save every piece of art, letter, video or school project he ever received and now and then goes and look at them to feel happy. Values hardwork so much he watches 5 times the terrible theater play his son is presenting only because he rehearsed for three months.

Gio - Popular among the daughter’s friends because HE CAN BRAID HAIR!!!! Cooks the same pasta 4 times a week because is his son’s favorite. Chill and respectful dad, super likable and actually funny, but in a cool way. Cool dad. Helps his kids with school projects but by actually helping and not by making everything himself.

Nicky - Shows classic music and movies for the kids so they grow up jamming to the 80’s songs he himself grew up listening. Takes them on snowboard vacations and surf trips even though he looks like a boring dad. The family has a whole “just chilling” aura but he invests and values education - be it socially (being polite, resourceful, kind) or academically (focusing on school, college and learning in general).

George - No one doubted he would be a good dad but everyone got surprised when he turned out naturally gifted for it. He’s not too serious but also not too playful, he educates his children well but also has so much fun with them. Really into father and son long term activities, like building a car from scratch or fully remodeling the backyard garden.

[vgckwb]

ML: Isolation Chapter 23: Like Clockwork

It was Friday, the day of the charity auction. While Adrien was hoping for a surprise this evening, something happened after school that took the entire class by storm. “Um Mylene?” Ivan asked. Mylene looked up. “Um, before we head to the shelter today, I...oh boy, I need to say something.”

Mylene grabbed Ivan’s hand. “What is it Ivan?”

Ivan’s face grew beat red. “Um, well, uh….” He took a breath. “I know I’m a bit rough around the edges, and sometimes I find it hard to say what I mean, and I can be intimidating, but I’ve felt like this for a while now and spending time together only amplified everything. So um, what I’m saying is, um, Mylene, would you...be my girlfriend?”

Mylene was now blushing. The entire class was looking at her. She gazed upon Ivan. His size was imposing, but she knew him well enough to know that this wasn’t to be intimidating. She looked at his bashful smile and found her answer. Mylene hugged Ivan. “Oh Ivan,” she began, “of course I will.”

Ivan was surprised, but smiled, and hugged her back. The entire class started cheering. As they cheered, Ivan and Mylene stopped hugging fully, looked into each other’s eyes, and gave each other a kiss. They leaned on each other and headed out.

Adrien smiled as they left. What a lovely couple. Hopefully, things will go just as smoothly with Marinette. Of course, I have to wait. Tonight… He turned to see Lila. She waved. He waved back. Tonight I have to handle her. Let’s hope it goes well.

While that was happening, Lila was thinking. Hmm, I guess Ivan was braver than I thought. No matter. They can be a couple. After all… Lila noticed Adrien’s eyes were on her. She waved seductively. Adrien waved back. I’ve got my eyes on a bigger prize. Adrien and I would make a great power couple. I just gotta make him see that. Still, I’m sure he’ll see things my way soon enough. Especially after tonight. Soon after, the entire class disbursed.

Everyone was getting ready for the big night. Adrien had just finished putting on his formal wear. There was a knock at the door. “Come in, I’m proper!” he said. Nathalie walked in. “Oh, hi Nathalie,” he said, “ are you attending as well?”

“Yes Adrien” Nathalie said.

“Good” Adrien responded.

“Although I am wondering why you decided to come along” Nathalie interjected. “When this was first brought up, you seemed hesitant.”

Adrien froze. Right… I forgot to tell Nathlaie about all of this. After being taken aback, he just said the first thing that popped into his mind. “So um do you want the truth?”

Nathalie facepalmed. “Adrien… Please tell me you’re not doing a Cat Noir thing.”

“Well, I’m not” Adrien said, “but Kagami is.” Nathalie sighed. “I’m just there to suss out information.”

Nathalie looked up from her palm. She glared at Adrien, then walked to the door to lock it. She walked back. “We have half an hour before your parents are ready to leave, so start talking.”

Adrien was nervous, but he had total faith in Nathalie. He sighed, calmed down, and explained the entirety of the plan. After Adrien explained the ins and outs of what tonight would entail, Nathalie looked at him. She sighed. “Honestly, sometimes it seems like this is more trouble than it’s worth.”

“Trust me Nathalie” Adrien said, full of confidence, “it’s worth as much trouble as it takes.”

“What makes you so sure?” Nathalie said.

“Because…” Adrien began. “I know what it’s like to be truly and wholly alone. And I don’t want anyone to feel like that. So, I’ll do whatever it takes to help Marinette out of this.”

Nathalie smiled. She nodded. “Very well. I just wish you would have told me so I could help you more.”

“Sorry” Adrien said. “I’ve been a bit distracted with a few things. We would have liked your help tonight.”

“Oh, I’ll still help,” Nathalie said. Adrien was surprised. “I’m not your father’s assistant for nothing.” She walked to the door, unlocked it, and opened it. Before she left fully, she asked “Are you coming?” Adrien was befuddled, but upon hearing the question nodded and hurried out the door as well.

Meanwhile, as Tom and Sabine were packing up to deliver their treats, Marinette approached them in her going out look, carrying a duffle bag filled with Kagami’s costume, as well as the sign. This took them by surprise. “Sweetie…” Sabine said.

“Hey…” Marinette replied. She stopped.

After a few seconds, Sabine asked “What’s going on?”

Marinette hesitated a little, but then said “So, um, I guess I haven’t told you yet…”

“Told us what?” Tom asked.

“Well…” Marinette began. She then proceeded to stumble through an explanation of what was going on. “So, yeah… That’s, um, that’s been happening…”

Tom and Sabine were shocked. Marinette was a little ashamed and embarrassed. However, her parents gave her a hug. “We’re so proud of you,” Sabine said.

“I’m glad you’re starting to experience the world again,” Tom added.

Marinette felt immensely relieved. She gave her parents a hug back. “Thank you. For always being there for me.”

They broke the hug. “And don’t worry,” Tom said. “I’ll make sure that that Adrien boy likes you back.”

“DAAAAAAAD” Marinette said, embarrassed.

Sabine giggled. “Well, I think it’s time we get going. Are you ready?” Marinette nodded. Tom and Sabine finished loading their desserts up, while Marinette snuck into the car.  Just by chance, she checked her phone.

Adrien: Hey, uh, Nathalie is in on this as well now.

Chloe: Your dad’s secretary?!

Chloe: How?

Marinete: She’s known about this for a little bit.

Chloe: Oh…

Kagami: What does that mean?

Adrien: I’m not 100% sure myself…

Adrien: BUT she did say she would help somehow tonight.

Kagami: Well that’s...good I guess.

Marinette: I like it.

Marinette: I like having another layer to this.

Marinette: That way if anything goes wrong, we’ll have more protection.

Chloe: Well, when you put it like that…

Kagami: It never hurts to be a little more prepared.

Adrien: True.

Adrien: Well, best of luck everyone.

Kagami: Thank you.

Marinette: Thanks.

Chloe: Thanks.

They put away their phones, as they set off to fulfill their mission.

Marinette’s parents were unloading their sweets, while Marinette herself snuck into the Louvre. She was careful enough to not get noticed by any of the staff, as they were preoccupied with many other things.

However, just as she was almost to the ladies’ room, she heard a voice from behind her. “Ladybug?” they called out. Marinette turned around. It was Ondine, Kim’s girlfriend, dressed to the nines in an elegant dress. “Is that actually you?”

Marinette panicked for a moment. “Umm, yeah” she answered. Why did I say anything? She’ll figure me out for sure!

“What are you doing here?” Ondine asked.

Marinette was confused. Oh, right, Ondine doesn’t really know who I am… “Well, uh, I’m helping Cat Noir” she answered nervously.

“Cat Noir? He’s here?” Ondine inquired.

“Well, he’s going to be,” Marinette responded. “I’m going to be laying in wait until the perfect moment presents itself.” Why am I saying all of this? I mean, it seems to be working, but still…

“Cool” Ondine said. “Um, why is Cat Noir coming here?”

“Well, that’s kind of complicated,” Marinette explained. “Basically, something happened a while ago where something went missing, and Cat Noir is investigating to see if he can find it.”

“I see…” Ondine responded. “Why not investigate during normal hours of operation?”

“Well, that’s also a little complicated…” Marinette stumbled. “But, I guess the best way to put it without ruining the surprise would be that the opportunity presented itself.”

“Woah,” Ondine said. She got energized. “This sounds amazing!”

“Well I’m a bit nervous about the whole thing” Marinette unloaded. “We’re not sure if we’ll be able to find anything, but we’re giving it a try.”

“Well, good luck,” Ondine said. Marinette nodded. As she was about to head into the bathroom, Ondine asked “Is there something I can do to help?”

Well, she’s already this far in. Might as well bring it on home. “Actually yes. Follow me.” Marinette led Ondine into the restroom. They approached one of the stalls. Marinette rummaged through her back and pulled out the Out of Order sign and some tape. “Here.Once I’m inside, could you tape this to the door?”

Ondine nodded. “Sure thing Ladybug! But, um, what’s this for?”

“Oh, well, this is going to be my hiding place,” Marinette explained. “Cat Noir is going to meet with me here once everything is set.”

Ondine seemed confused. “I mean, I can’t say I don’t understand the logic. No one would expect Cat Noir in the women’s restroom, but um, isn’t this a bit too bold?”

“Well, this whole plan is bold, so we figured ‘let’s go the whole nine yards’, you know?” Marinette rationalized.

Ondine smiled. “I get it.” Marinette smiled and nodded. She entered the stall and Ondine placed the sign on the door. “There.”  She slid the tape under the tall. Marinette picked it up.

Ondine got a little embarrassed. “You know, I have to thank you.” Marinette was intrigued. Ondine smiled. She started fidgeting. “For a while, people have only seen me as being, well, sporty. And I agree that that’s a part of me, but I never really felt...cute. I always thought that since I wasn’t like the typical cute girl, I thought I couldn’t be.

But then I saw one of your designs. I was amazed. I tried it on, and for the first time ever, I felt adorable. I felt like I could be the person who I always wanted to be. Sporty, yes, but also cute and adorable, and well, girly at times too. It was such an eye opener. And even this dress I’m wearing now is a Ladybug original, and I feel like I couldn’t look cuter if I tried.

And that confidence instilled in me gave me the courage to say yes when Kim finally asked me out. I’ve been pining for him forever, but until I tried on your designs, I thought it was a dream that could never be. So, thank you. For everything.”

Marinette’s eyes were welling up. She sniffed. “Thank you,” she said.

Ondine was a little surprised, but quickly understood that that kind of compliment was something Ladybug needed to her. She smiled and said “You’re welcome Ladybug.” She started walking out. “And good luck on this endeavor with Cat Noir.” She left.

Marinette sniffed again. “Yeah.”

As the charity auction began, more guests started appearing. Soon, the Agrestes arrived. Adrien looked at the Louvre with a smile on his face, and determination in his heart. His father noticed. “Well, this is certainly a surprise.”

“Indeed” his mother added. “I haven’t seen you smiling at an event like this unless you were trying to run away from it.”

“Tell me son,” Gabriel asked, “what about this event makes you feel like this?”

“Well, uh” Adrien began, not knowing how to answer.

Nathalie placed her hand on his shoulder. “It’s not necessarily the event itself” she answered for Adrien. “As good a cause as this is, this is also Adrien’s first high society outing since you let him attend school publicly. Adrien has a new found energy he can bring to events like this.”

Gabriel and Emilie were stunned. “Oh. I see” said Gabriel.

“Well, if Adrien’s this excited, I think we made the right choice” Emilie added.

Gabriel smiled. “I should have figured. Remember how fed up you were with events like this until we had Adrien?”

“Gabriel” Emilie whined. Gabriel laughed.

“You didn’t like these kinds of events either?” Adrien said.

Emilie turned to her son. “Well, maybe a little. But I never did any of the shenanigans you used to pull.”

“The closest she got to anything like you did was drag me into a closet” Gabriel mocked.

“Gabriel!” Emilie whined more sternly.

Gabriel laughed slightly. “I’m sorry.”

Emilie smiled. She kissed Gabriel on the cheek. “I forgive you.” She moved in closer and whispered “You know, I’m not opposed to the closet idea tonight either.” Gabriel chuckled, delighted, and pulled Emilie in for a tight embrace. Adrien was confused, but decided to leave it be. The family continued walking in.

Soon, the evening was in full swing. People were socializing left and right. People were enjoying the provided food, and in particular, people were starting to realize just how much they missed the desserts from the Dupain-Cheng bakery.

Meanwhile, Adrien was wandering around. “Adrien!” Lila called out. Adrien turned around, saw Lila, and proceeded to walk over to her. “I’m so glad I found you. I can’t wait to show you around.” She reached out, then stopped. “Um, may I grab your arm?”

Adrien smiled. “By all means, lead the way.”

Lila smiled, grabbed onto Adrien’s arm, and said “Great! Let’s go!” Lila started walking, and Adrien followed in step.

Alright Adrien. This is all to figure out where she may have hidden the piece. Just endure it like you have before. Besides, he thought about Marinette, he looked at Lila, they say it’s always darkest before the dawn. Tonight is about facing this darkness, so I can face the beautiful dawn of tomorrow. The two kept walking.

As this was happening, Chloe was walking around as well. She was comparing the guard’s positions to her notes. She noticed nothing out of the ordinary and was relieved. “Chloe?” Sabrina said, sneaking up on her.

“Ah, Sabrina!” Chloe yelped, turning to face her. “Eh heh.”

Sabrina smiled. “Are you working on that thing you told me about?”

Chloe smiled nervously. “Ha ha, yeah.”

“I hope it goes well” Sabirna said sweetly with a smile. Chole was surprised and started blushing. “Where is Cat Noir anyway?” Sabrina had a look of realization. “Oops. I wasn’t supposed to say his name, was I?”

Chloe relaxed and smiled. “You’re fine. I don’t think anyone heard you.” She looked at Sabrina. She thought about Lila’s threat. She was scared for a second, but then thought No, it’s OK. I’m working with other people to make sure that doesn’t happen. … “Other people” huh…

Chloe reflected on this. The only other person that would even think of helping her before all of this was right in front of her. But now? She has the support of a small circle of friends. And they had hers as well. I guess I really am growing.

“Chloe?” Sabrina asked. “Is everything alright? You seem kind of worried.

Chloe shook herself back to reality for a bit. “Ah, yes, well, this mission is kind of stressful.There’s a lot to it, you know.”

Sabrina simply smiled and said “It’s OK.” She picked up Chloe’s hand. “I believe in you.”

Chloe was stunned. She relaxed a little, and then said “Thanks.” I can’t. Not now anyways. She looked back at Sabrina. But soon.

As the night progressed, the auction started. Meanwhile, Lila led Adrien around to some places around the Louvre, describing things she enjoyed. While Adrien was smiling on the outside, inside he was dying. Ugh! This is awful. Lila is just plain miserable. She’s describing everything here as if she were the authority on it, but has as much knowledge of history and art as a Capuchin monkey. Maybe less.

He glanced at Lila as she was explaining something, smiled, and let out a chuckle. Lila let out one in return. I know misery likes company, but I don’t think company likes misery back.

Despite his best efforts to pay attention, nothing Lila pointed out seemed like she had an affinity to it. It was just stuff she liked. Maybe this was a dud. Ugh. While Lila was explaining something, Adrien interrupted. “Ahem.” Lila turned her attention towards him. “Maybe we should head back.” He checked his phone. “The auction’s been going for a bit. Our parents might be worried if we’re not back before it’s all done.”

Lila smiled. “You’re right. Thanks for keeping me in check.” They started walking. “I just love art and history so much, I can’t help but get lost in it.

I wish! Adrien thought to himself.

“Still, we should come again sometime. I haven’t even shown you my favorite piece.”

Adrien was alerted. “Favorite piece”? That’s something. “What is it?”

“Well, I don’t wanna ruin the surprise…” Lila said. “Oh, what the heck. My favorite piece is the portrait of Napoleon in his regalia.”

“Why is that?” Adrien said.

“Well, I feel like it just has this energy to it, you know?” Lila answered. “Like, he is the thing he embodies in that image. The power, the prestige. It’s just amazing. Just looking at it, I find something new every time. It has many secrets, you know?”

And that was enough for Adrien to feel confident enough to pursue this lead. He smiled. “I think I do.”

Lila giggled. “I’m glad. Let’s keep going.” Lila started walking. Adrien got out his phone and started walking as well, while messaging everyone.

Adrien: I think I have something.

Adrien: The portrait of Napoleon in regalia.

Chloe: Ugh, finally. Took you long enough.

Adrien: Normally I’d shrug that off, but I’m not in the mood right now.

Adrien: You don’t know what I had to do to get this.

Kagami: That bad, huh?

Adrien: It was awful.

Chloe: ...Sorry

Adiren: It’s fine.

Adrien: Kagami, do you know where to go?

Kagami: Roger!

Adrien: Great. I leave the rest to you and Chloe.

Marinette: And ME!

Marinette: Don’t forget about me.

Adrien paused for a moment.

Adrien: Right. Sorry.

Marinette: Thanks.

Adrien put his phone down and continued walking back. Once he got to his table, he noticed it was only Nathalie there. “Where are my parents?” he asked.

“They followed through on their earlier plans” Nathalie explained. Adrien seemed confused. “Don’t worry about it.”

Meanwhile, Kagami broke off from her table. “I’m going to use the restroom,” she told her mother. “Is that alright?” Tomoe nodded. “Thanks.” She proceeded to leave. She made her way to the specific restroom Marinette was hiding in. Once inside, she found the stall and knocked on it. “Marinette, it’s me.”

Marinette opened the door. Kagami slipped in and closed the door. She started undressing. Once her dress was off, she looked at Marinette. Marinette was blocking her view with the bag. “Marinette, it’s fine. Besides, I need you to see so you can hand me my disguise.”

Marinette lowered the bag. She was blushing. “Oh, uh, OK.” She unzipped the bag and started handing Kagami her costume piece by piece.

“Thank you” said a still half-naked Kagami. She handed Marinette her dress. “Here. Be careful with that.”

“Of course,” Marinette said. “What kind of a fashion designer would I be to ruin something like this?” Kagami nodded. She got changed into her Cat Noir outfit. She grunted in confidence and headed out.

While making her way to the painting, Kagami messaged Chloe.

Kagami: I’m en route. Anything I should look out for?

Chloe: At the moment, not really. There are a few guards, but you should be able to avoid them just fine.

Kagami: Thanks.

Kagami kept moving. She encountered one or two guards, but was able to sneak past them with ease. She made it to the picture Adrien had mentioned. She looked at it for a second. Of course it wouldn’t be in plain sight. She began to feel around the frame. As she lifted it, something fell to the ground with a light ting. Kagami let go of the picture and looked down. She picked up the piece, and recognized it as part of a pocket watch. Bingo!

“Hey! Who’s there?!” A guard yelled. Kagami looked at where the voice was coming from, and then headed the opposite way.

Meanwhile, the auction was going off, and Gabriel and Emilie had returned looking a bit messy. Alix’s dad was heading the auction, while Alix and her brother sat at his side. “Alright everyone, it’s time for our final piece of the night.” Some handlers brought it out. “This is an 18th century grandfather clock, adorned with gold. It was commissioned by a count, and it still works. Let’s start the bidding at 75,000 Euros.” The bids started going up. Once it reached its apex, Mr. Kubdel said “Going once...going twice…”

Before he could bang his gavel, Kagami came rushing in. One by one, everyone was glancing at the figure running through the Louvre. Behind her, a pair of guards were chasing her. Kagami grinned. Almost there. She dramatically leapt onto the stage where the Kubdels were. She dashed over to Alix.

Alix looked up. “Cat Noir?” Kagami took the piece out of her pocket and showed Alix. Alix was in awe. She grabbed the piece. “Where did you find this?”

Kagami smiled. With her voice modulator on, she said “I found it behind a ruler.” Alix was slightly confused, but didn’t have time to process it before Kagami left the stage and started running again.

“What is it?” Alix’s dad asked her.

Alix was still in shock, so it took her a few seconds to answer. “It’s the missing piece,” she said. “Cat Noir found it.”

Mr. Kubdel was shocked. “You mean, from the watch?” Alix nodded. “HA! I don’t believe it!”

“Neither do I” Alix said. She looked at it and smiled. “But it’s right here.”

“Well this is splendid!” Mr. Kubdel said. Just as the guards were continuing to follow Kagami, Mr. Kubdel stopped them. “Halt!” The guards looked at him. “Where did that person come from?”

“Ehe?” the guard answered. “Um, we found them messing with one of the Napoleon portraits.”

“I see” Mr. Kubdel said. “Remember that incident from a year ago?” They nodded. “Well, it seems the missing piece has been found by that mysterious Cat Noir.”

“Oh!” said the guard.

“Although we don’t know how it ended up there” Mr. Kubdel said. “Please, investigate this as soon as possible.”

“But sir. Wasn’t it the young girl who broke it?” the guard asked.

“No” Alix said, surprising the people around her. “Our focus was on her the entire time. She had no time to hide it.” Alix looked a little frustrated.

“...I guess that’s true” the guard responded.

“Now then, we should look into what really happened” Mr. Kubdel said.

“Roger sir!’ the guard said. They headed off.

Mr. Kubdel turned his attention back to the audience. “Well, pardon the interruption everyone, but I think we can agree that that was worth it. Or at least better than last time.” The audience chuckled. “Now then, where were we?”

Kagami was rushing to the restroom. At this point, no guard was following her, but she was feeling it. She made it back and again, slipped into the stall Marinette was in. “How’d it go?”

“Perfect” Kagami siad, as she started to change out of her Cat Noir costume and back into her dress. “I’ll come pick up the costume at a later date.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Marinette said. Kagami left.

Just as Marinette was about to leave, she got a text from Nathalie. “Marinette. Don’t leave just yet.”

Marinette texted back “OK”.

After the auction was over, everyone started leaving. Alix was still staring at the piece. “Isn’t it just great that Cat Noir found it?” Mr. Kubdel asked.

“Huh?” Alix said, caught off guard. “Oh. Yeah. Of course.”

“Here” Mr. Kubdel said, holding his hand out. “I’ll fix it up right away.” Alix smiled and gave the piece to her father.

At the Agreste family table, Nathalie got up. “I’m heading to the bathroom before we go” she said. She left abruptly.

Adrien smiled. “Adrien!” Lila said. Adrien turned around. Lila rushed up to him. “I had a wonderful evening. I can’t wait to do something like this again.”

Adrien smiled. He could tell Lila was throw off a little bit. I’m not sure if she’s suspicious of me, so maybe I should just add a little more charm to throw her off the scent for a bit. “Neither can I” he said. He grabbed Lila’s hand, and gave it a kiss.

Lila blushed. “Oh my.”

“Farewell” Adrien said. Lila walked off to meet up with her mother.

Meanwhile, Gabreil turned to Emilie and said “They seem cute together, don’t they?” Emilie giggled.

In the restroom, Marinette heard a knock. “It’s me,” Nathalie said.

Marinette opened the door. “What are you doing here?”

“Move” Nathalie said. Marinette did. Nathalie revealed a hidden wrench she had on her. She got down and toyed around with the toilet. “There.”

“Um, why did you do that?” Marinette asked.

“To throw people off further,” Nathalie said. “We can leave the sign up, and the people who saw this sign will think it’s for that instead of nothing, should anyone b suspicious after what happened tonight.”

“Oh I see,” Marinette said.

“Anyways, people are leaving now,” Nathalie said. “It’ll be the perfect time to get away.”

Marinette nodded. “Thank you Nathalie.” Marinette ran off. Nathalie left soon after.

As soon as Adrien got home he rushed to his room. His parents were a little slower going to their room, as they were gearing up to continue what they were doing in the closet. Nathalie stayed downstairs to work on a few things.

Once Adrien got to his bedroom, he headed to his bathroom, found a bottle of mouthwash, and started gulping it down. After five or six gulps, he had to breathe. “Blagh! I can’t believe I kissed Lila’s hand like that.” He downed some more mouthwash. He breathed again. “No matter. Tomorrow, I’m meeting with Marinette.” He smiled. “Let’s hope it goes better than tonight.” He changed into his pajamas and went to bed.

[iwriteficsandtragedies]

Father’s Day

Warnings: none

The tiniest little Hendo drabble, just because it’s Father’s Day

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Jordan woke violently, bolt upright and looking around in the dark. He could have sworn he’d heard Jack calling for him. Had he dreamed it? He blinked quickly, as though clearing the sleep from his eyes would help him hear better.

“Daaaaaaad!”

Jordan stumbled out of bed and down the hall to Jack’s room, slamming his shoulder against the door frame in his hurry to reach his son. He fumbled for the lamp on the nightstand with one hand while he tried to find the crying boy under the pile of blankets and stuffed animals with the other. “Jack, buddy, hey, I’m here! I’m here.” He took him into his lap, smoothing his hair away from his face as he rocked him. “It’s alright, it’s alright.”

“I’m s-s-scared,” Jack choked through his tears. He was hot from hiding under his covers.

“Scared of what?”

“I d-don’t know,” he cried, and Jordan shushed him.

“It’s alright, buddy. Probably just a nightmare. Do you want to come sleep with me?” Jack nodded. He was already calmer, and clearly exhausted. Jordan’s shoulder ached as he carried him down the hall. He’d have to have it looked at tomorrow if it still hurt.

Jack looked even smaller in the bigger bed, cuddling into the spot normally occupied by his mother. “When’s Mama coming home?”

“Couple more days,” Jordan said, tucking him in. “I’ll bet she comes home with a present for you.”

“She told me to be extra good while she was gone, ‘cause you’re not used to being a dad by yourself.”

“Oh she did, did she,” Jordan laughed. “I think we’ve done alright, just the two of us.” He’d sent his wife on holiday with her friends, and it had been a week of Nerf wars and Lego builds and a lot of pizza on the couch without her. “We’ve had fun, haven’t we?”

“Uh huh.” Jack yawned, and scooted himself closer. “I like it when you get to stay home with me. I’m not ‘sposed to tell you, but there’s surprises for you in my closet.”

“Surprises?”

“For Father’s Day.” Jack’s eyes were closed, his words just mumbles. Jordan grinned. Five-year-olds were terrible secret keepers. “Tomorrow. Don’t tell her…” He trailed off, falling heavy into sleep, and Jordan kissed his warm little cheek goodnight.

[indigowallbreaker]

Sorry if you've ever been asked this before but if you had to rank your top 10 favorite fe3h characters (including anyone, not just students) who would you choose?

I have not been asked this before because no one has tried to be so cruel. Do you have ANY idea how hard these kinds of lists are for me?! FINE I’LL TRY. These will not be in order, they’re just my general top 10. To keep things simple, I won’t count the House leaders (of course I love them all), Jeralt (if you don’t like Dad you don’t like me), or either Byleth. Read set go:

Sylvain-- If you’ve talked to me for more than five minutes idk how this is a surprise. He’s... he’s a very good boy. I love him. Give him all the happiness (and more A supports, but I’ve already covered that).

Dorothea-- My Wife. Fellow singer. I want to hug her and tell her she is loved. Her supports are fun to watch and she’s a great unit overall. Though she is an effortless Dancer, I love making her a Gremory. Such a pretty outfit, and she can kill anyone who looks at her.

Hubert-- I thought I liked him a normal amount but almost every fic idea I’ve had recently includes him and I’ve had to come to terms with that fact that I just love Hubert. He’s great to write and to read. And Robbie Daymond does amazing work with his voice.

Leonie-- No one kill me, I love her a lot. She’s all I would want in a sister. She’s badass and could teach me how to fight, and she’s handled nobles with ease lol Plus she’s a solid unit; I’ve had her for everyone run since day 1.

Alois-- Daaaaaaad! Dad 2.0, whatever, point is I like him a lot. I love his relationship with Jeralt and his B and A support with Byleth. When he first popped up I thought he was going to be an annoying dope. But he’s so loyal to his little family, to Byleth and Jeralt, even to the Church on certain routes. Overall he’s a great guy. He’s never my strongest unit but his supports are too cute (like Bernadetta’s omg I love those) to pass up. 

Shamir-- Again, great voice acting. Plus she could would and should kick my ass. All her supports are interesting or fun to watch; and all very different depending on the student. In Dedue’s she’s just content to be silent, with Caspar she fights at his side, and she outright proposes in Catherine’s. A versatile character and a lifesaving unit on my first playthrough. 

Ferdinand-- Not to just list all the Black Eagles but I need to make sure I include him. He’s another one I find easy to write. Most of his endings are just the softest things, I’m glad he has so many chances for happiness. I can’t not mention his hair so I will; I love his post skip design. 

Marianne-- Her A support with Byleth made me cry the first time I saw it and I still get emotional watching it. She has inspiriting character growth and makes for a strong healer in-game. Another one that deserves more happiness. Though I have a rarepair I usually match her with, she has lots of people that she could be very happy with on her endcards <3

Seteth-- Given how upset I was when I did Silver Snow as Male Byleth and realized I had locked myself from S supporting him, I figure he should be on this list. His S support made me so emotional, I’m such a sap lol. He’s a good unit (and I’m terrible with flying units so that’s saying something) and I enjoy his role in the non-CF routes. Raise a glass to the husband I never got.

Mercedes-- I’ve stated it in tags before but I didn’t like her at first due to her voice. When I finally did a Blue Lions run and learned more about her, I became a fan instantly. She’s so kind and loves baking and has great Faith spells and if you don’t like her post-skip short hair you can turn back now bc I love it. Her supports with Sylvain are some of my favorites in the whole game.

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Gun to my head though, he’s how I’d rank my top 10:

10. How

9. Could

8. I

7. Possibly 

6. Rank

5. My

4. Favorite 

3. Characters

2. Sylvain 

1. Dorothea