#he’d wear makeup and have tea parties with his daughter no hesitation

[wickjump]

i love love love cross as a dad so much… he should get to be a dad more often….!!!!!he is such a loving father in canon and there’s so much play room given how his father abused and neglected him… so much potential

[lightsoutnaway]

A Whole Family

PAIRING: Lando Norris x single mom! reader

WARNINGS: none!

SUMMARY: Lando meets your daughter when you need a last minute baby sitter.

WORD COUNT: 1,305

Your heart was going a mile a minute. You had just been called into work, but you were taking care of your daughter that day. You had called everyone you could think of. Your sister and mother were out of town together. Your usual babysitter already had a job for the day. Your best friend was at work as well. You had one last person to call, but you were worried about it.

You and Lando had been dating almost four months, but you still hadn’t introduced him to your daughter. It was a big step that you weren’t sure if you were ready for. You weren’t sure if Lando or your daughter were ready for it either, but it didn’t seem you had a choice anymore. You nervously pressed Lando’s contact and lifted the phone to your ear.

“Hey, baby,” Lando’s sweet voice came through the phone.

“Can I ask you for a really big favor?” You asked.

“Anything for you, love,” Lando assured you.

“Can you watch Ada?” You asked. “I know I’ve never introduced you before, but my boss just called and I have to go in and I can’t find anyone else,” you rambled. Lando’s heart was racing, but he wasn’t going to say ‘no’ to you.

“Yeah, I can do that,” Lando assured you. “Do you want me to come over there?” He asked.

“That would be great,” you said. “It would save me a little time.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes. Don’t stress, baby,” he said. Lando’s heart was still racing when he knocked on the door to your apartment. He wanted to be a part of your life. If your daughter didn’t like him, how was he supposed to make that happen? Most kids liked him, but your daughter was more important than any other kid had been to him and he hadn’t even met her.

“Thank you so much,” you said as you opened the door.

“It’s no problem,” Lando said.

“I really wish I could stay and talk for a few minutes, but I’m already late. She’s in her room. Just don’t let her make too big of a mess,” you said. You kissed his cheek before rushing past him. Lando stood dumbfounded in your entryway. He had taken care of kids before, but he was expecting a little more explanation before you left. He locked your door and then slowly walked towards your daughter’s bedroom. He had never been in it before, but he’d been to your apartment enough times to know where it was. He knocked on the doorframe when he got there.

“Hi, Ada,” Lando greeted. Your daughter turned to look over her shoulder. She was sitting at a small table with a toy tea set in front of her. She was wearing a pink princess dress and had a glittery plastic tiara on her head.

“You’re mommy’s boyfriend?” Ada asked. Lando chuckled.

“Yeah, my name’s Lando,” he said.

“Mommy told me to be good because she likes you,” Ada said. Lando blushed, your daughter oblivious to how much that meant to him.

“I like her too,” Lando replied.

“Do you want to have tea with me?” Ada asked. Lando nodded.

“I’d love to,” he answered. He started to move towards the other tiny chair beside Ada.

“Stop!” She shouted. Lando froze and looked at her. “It’s a princess tea party,” your daughter explained. “You have to be a princess first.” She got up and hurried towards one of the drawers in her room. She pulled out a set of play makeup, another crown and a pink feather boa. Without hesitation Lando took the crown and boa from her.

“Are you going to do my makeup? I don’t know how,” Lando said. Ada giggled with joy.

“Okay!” She agreed. Lando sat as still as he could while your daughter jabbed his face with her different brushes. She put cheap blue eyeshadow on him followed by glitter on his cheeks and messy red lipstick.

“Am I ready?” Lando asked. Ada nodded. She quickly put the makeup away and then sat back at the tea table.

“Now we can have tea,” she said. Lando chuckled. Your daughter was just as sassy as you were. Lando spent the next hour playing pretend with your daughter. He liked her. She was sweet, funny, and smart. She liked him right back. He went along with all her games and joked with her.

You walked into your daughter’s room to find Lando still sitting at the tea table and your daughter laughing loudly at something he said. Lando looked up at you.

“Hey,” he greeted. You broke out into a smile. He looked absolutely ridiculous but you loved it. Your daughter noticed you and jumped up, running towards you. She threw her arms around your legs and you leaned down to hug her as well.

“Hi, sweetheart,” you greeted. “Did you have fun with Lando?” You asked.

“Yes! Lando let me make him a princess and we had a princess tea party,” she told you.

“He looks very pretty, you did a good job,” you told her. Lando stood up.

“No, don’t leave!” Ada begged.

“It’s dinner time, Ada. I don’t know if Lando can stay,” you said.

“I can,” Lando told you. “If that’s okay.” You smiled at him.

“Yeah, it’s okay,” you replied. You looked at Ada. “Clean your toys up while Lando and I start dinner.” Lando followed you out to the kitchen. He grabbed your waist once you had gotten out of Ada’s view. You turned around and leaned back against the counter, pulling him with you as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Thank you, Lan,” you whispered.

“I’m actually Princess Lando now,” he replied with a smile. You laughed. “She’s just like you,” Lando added. You smiled.

“You like her?” You asked hopefully.

“She’s amazing,” Lando said.

“She definitely likes you,” you said as you wiped some lipstick off his chin. Lando looked at your lips, but hesitated. He didn’t want to make Ada uncomfortable. You noticed and leaned towards him, giving him a chaste kiss.

“Her dad’s picking her up after dinner,” you told Lando. “Maybe you could spend the night?” You offered.

“Of course,” he agreed. You looked at him thoughtfully.

“I’m taking Ada to the aquarium this weekend,” you said. “Would you like to come?” You asked nervously. Lando’s face brightened up.

“That sounds great. I can pick you guys up,” he said.

“Oh, she actually needs her car seat and I don’t have another,” you said.

“I’ll get one,” Lando told you.

“You would put a car seat in your Mclaren?” You questioned.

“Not the Mclaren,” he answered. “I’ll put it in the Mercedes. It’s safer and there’s more room in the back seat.” You grinned.

“You’re incredible,” you gushed.

“She’s incredible,” Lando replied.

“I’m glad you like her,” you admitted. “I didn’t really want to introduce you this way.”

“It wasn’t how I was expecting it, but I’ve been wanting to meet her. I know you were nervous about it,” Lando told you.

“She’s just a big part of my life and…you are too now,” you confessed.

“I was worried she wouldn’t like me,” Lando admitted.

“We were both worried for nothing I guess,” you said. Just then Ada bounded into the kitchen. She sat at the table and looked over at the two of you.

“I want spaghetti!” She exclaimed. Both of you laughed at her enthusiasm.

“Spaghetti it is,” you answered. Lando was already going for the pots to help. You smiled when you realized he already knew his way around your kitchen. He was a part of your home and your daughter adored him. You couldn’t stop your heart from bursting as you realized you had a whole family in your house again.

[magnus-the-maqnificent]

Flufftober Day 4

Morning Routines and New Beginnings

It was no secret to anyone in the household that Rafael had always loved makeup.

He'd always looked at Magnus in the morning with an admiring gaze as he put on his makeup, brushing glitter onto his eyelids and lining his eyes in black and lips in various shades of red and blue and purple and black, depending on his mood. Rafael was there every morning ever since Alec brought him home two weeks ago, sitting by Magnus by the time Alec stepped out of his shower. Alec had to resort to dressing up in the walk-in closet instead of the bedroom, because while he didn't mind Magnus seeing him in the nude, it was rather awkward with Rafael around, but he never minded. Then he would come out, walk up to Magnus and let him kiss any excess lipstick into Alec's palm, where he could hide the mark from other’s eyes and look at it until it faded away from the exertion of the day. Rafael would turn his face away when Alec and Magnus shared a goodbye kiss, and then Alec would wave them goodbye before waking up Max and greeting him, after which Alec left for the institute.

This had been their morning routine for a very long time.

Until one day, when Alec and Magnus returned home after a romantic date during which Jace and Clary looked after the children. Max ran right up to them, squealing and hugging their legs until Alec hoisted him up and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. From beside him, Magnus asked,

"Where's Rafe?"

"He's in his bedroom," Jace replied. "He wanted to read one of those children's novels you got him."

Clary gave Max, Alec and Magnus each one last hug, and then the two left, Jace waving at Max even as Magnus closed the door. Alec put Max down and told Magnus,

"I'm gonna go check on Rafael."

Magnus murmured something in agreement, still busy with taking off his overly complicated coat with way too many buttons. Max ran off to play with his toy dinosaurs, and Alec carefully stepped across the mess of toys and crayons on the ground, turned into the hallway where Rafael's bedroom was, and slowly pushed it open, expecting to see Rafael lying in his bed with a book in his hand.

But he wasn't there.

Panic gripped Alec’s heart like a vice, he turned away, and yelled at Magnus, who had just entered the hallway and was about to open the door to their bedroom, "Rafael's not here!"

Magnus's eyes widened. "What do you mean, 'Rafael's not here'?"

"He's not in his bedroom!"

Magnus jerked his head at the door that led to Max's bedroom. "Look in there."

Alec wasted no time. He ran to Max's bedroom and threw the door open. Rafael wasn't in there, either. Alec turned to Magnus, about to tell him so, but paused when he saw Magnus's expression. He was standing in the doorway, one hand on the dark wood, looking into the room with surprise on his face.

"You can stop looking for him," he told him. "He's in here."

Alec raised an eyebrow and walked over to his side. Inside the bedroom, Rafael was sitting on the stool in front of Magnus's vanity, his face covered in powder and lipstick, and he held what looked like an eyeliner in one hand. There was a smudge of black under one wide eye, both of which were trained on Magnus, as if waiting for a bomb to explode. Magnus had joked a few times about incinerating anyone who came close to his makeup, and Rafael had been around during these times, but now Alec wondered whether or not Rafael knew that they were simply jokes.

Magnus sighed, shaking his head sadly, and said, "That's not how you apply eyeliner, mijo."

Rafael visibly relaxed. Magnus stepped closer to him, wiping away his makeup with the wipes that he kept on the vanity, and patiently showed him how to properly apply makeup. Alec was simply content to sit by and watch the two of them, joined later by Max who saw what was going on and demanded that they put the colors on his face, too. The night ended with Alec sitting on that stool, Magnus applying makeup to his face as well, simply because the kids had asked, and he had been too enamoured to say no.

The next morning onwards, Alec left home with two smudges of lipstick on his palm.

After that, Rafael got more open with the two of them, asking for things he wanted to have. Magnus was very happy to give him whatever he wanted, which usually included things like dolls and books and, on one occasion, a plastic tea set. The house had been full of cars and stuffed animals and plastic dinosaurs, because Max loved those, and they were now joined by several toys of Rafael's liking, too. Rafael seemed much happier now, although there was this time when one of Magnus’s clients saw Rafael holding a tea party with Max in the balcony and made a rude remark. Magnus had obviously been very angry about it and gave him a stern telling off, after which he refused to ever serve that client again.

A few years passed by, and one day, after the kids managed to convince the two of them to let them celebrate Halloween, Magnus asked,

"So, what do you want to dress up as?"

"I wanna be a dinosaur!" Max exclaimed, jumping up and down with all the energy of a seven year old. "I wanna be a big T-Rex!"

Magnus grinned. "As you wish, blueberry. And what about you, Rafe?"

Rafael hesitated a moment, then said, "Can I be a Cinderella?"

"Of course!" Magnus said with no hesitation. "I'll turn you into a wonderful Cinderella, mijo."

A beautiful smile spread across Rafael's face, and Alec couldn't help but smile, too. If his son was happy, then he was happy, too.

Halloween came not long after, and while Alec helped Max into his dinosaur suit, Magnus sat Rafael on the stool in front of the vanity, carefully smudging blue eyeshadow onto his eyelids. He was dressed in a blue ballgown, a wig of black curls perched atop his head. (Rafael had made a distasteful face in the mirror when Magnus tried a blonde wig, so he had immediately switched it out).

Alec looked from Max, who was walking around with his hands held out, pretending to be an actual dinosaur, to Rafael, whose makeup was now done. He was staring at himself in the mirror, looking astonished, as if he couldn't believe that it was himself that he was seeing.

"Do you like it, Rafe?" Magnus asked.

Rafael reached up a gloved hand, brushing his cheek, and then tore his gaze away from the mirror to grin up at Magnus, exclaiming something in Spanish with his eyes bright.

Magnus turned his head up to look at Alec. "He says he loves it."

Alec grinned. "Perfect, shall we go now?"

The kids agreed enthusiastically, and Magnus conjured up paper bags for them to carry around. Alec and Magnus walked them downstairs, letting them walk around and collect sweets while they simply sat on the front steps, enjoying each other's company. Occasionally a few kids would come around, asking for candy, and Magnus would sneakily summon some candy and give it to them.

"Where did you get the candy?" Alec asked with a disapproving note after they left.

Magnus smirked at him. "I just got candy from their bags and gave it back to them."

"Magnus."

"Just kidding!" Magnus held up his arms. "I summoned it from a candy store nearby. I swear."

Alec relaxed. "Good."

The next afternoon, Alec decided to drop by for lunch instead of going to Taki's with the rest, and Magnus managed to convince him to stay a little longer before returning to his duties as Consul. Alec, never the one to be able to say no to Magnus, decided to stay. The two were sitting in the living room, cuddling on the couch while What Not to Wear played on TV, when Max ran into the room, dragging Rafael along.

"Daddy, Bapak!" he shrieked. "Rafael has something to tell you!"

Alec and Magnus's gaze immediately switched to Rafael, who deflated as soon as they looked at him, as if he had lost whatever resolve he had to say what he'd wanted to say the moment he saw them. Alec looked at him, looked at the nervous twitch of his hands and his eyes that darted hither and tither, and realised that he looked almost scared.

Magnus must've noticed it too, because he turned off the television with a flick of his hand and turned all this attention to Rafael.

"Mijo, what's wrong?" Magnus said softly. Rafael bit his lip and turned his face away, and for a moment familiarity hit Alec in the face like a mallet.

He remembered the old days, when he was always hesitant, always afraid that a wrong move would reveal his true nature to his parents or to Jace and he'd get shunned by his family. He never wanted anyone to ever feel that way, not if he could help it. It broke his heart now, to recognize a bit of that hesitancy in his son.

"Rafe, come here," Alec said, holding out a hand to him. Rafael stepped closer, and Alec pulled him into the circle of his arms, kissing his forehead before saying, "We love you, Rafael. We will always love you, and whatever you tell us now won't change any of that, you know that, right?"

Rafael slowly nodded. Magnus smiled suddenly, as if he realised what was going on, and reached out to ruffle Rafael's hair. "Don't be shy, mijo. We're your family. You can tell us anything."

Rafael gulped, and then said, "I… I think I'm a girl."

Rafael looked at the two of them, as if he were awaiting a judgment. Alec remembered feeling that exact same fear, the first time he'd faced his parents after kissing Magnus in front of everyone. He remembered seeing the same fear in so many other people afterwards, and felt a stab of anger at society for making people feel ashamed for who they were.

But now wasn't the time to be angry. Alec shared a look with Magnus, and then shot Rafael a small smile.

"Okay," he said, and Rafael's eyes widened just the slightest bit. "So that means we have a daughter now."

"We'll have to update your wardrobe, then," Magnus said, pulling an astonished Rafael into his arms and giving her a kiss. "I'll buy loads of dresses for you. Do you like dresses, Rafe?"

"I do," Rafael said with a small smile. "Thank you."

"There’s nothing to thank me for, hija," Magnus said in a light tone. "I'm your bapak. It's my duty to buy you dresses."

"I told you they'd be happy!" Max exclaimed, stepping closer and hugging Rafael. "I told you, what your friend said was stupid!"

Alec frowned at that. "Why, what did your friend say, Rafe?"

"It doesn't matter," Rafael said, all smiles now, and Alec realised they'd have to change her name now.

"If you say so," Magnus said, giving her another kiss on the forehead. "Actually, why don't we go for that shopping trip right now?"

Rafael grinned her approval, and Alec pulled out his phone, ready to cancel any appointments he had for the next few hours. All in all, he was glad his daughter wouldn't have to live her childhood in fear like he did once.

[emblem-333]

What-If Verne Gagne Made Hulk Hogan Champion?

The Era of The Territories died before I was born. There’s pros and cons to their execution. Up until Vince McMahon gobbled up the industry like Pac-Man devouring dots there were multiple regional territories with their own established stars. The Carolinas has Ric Flair. Tennessee has Jerry “The King” Lawler. Texas featured the Von Erichs. They would run their respective territories, sometimes wander beyond and do inter-promotional programs typically ending in disqualifications to save face. Back in those days, before television really changed the landscape, promoters could getaway with jerking around their fans with constant indecisive finishes. Chances are the people who paid the ticket price to see the action were the only ones who are ever going to see it.

Ever heard of “The Dusty Finish,” well get a load of what Verne Gagne of the American Wrestling Association put his customers through in the early eighties. Gift wrapped Hulk Hogan after Vince Sr canned the star for appearing in the film “Rocky III” Verne took the young Hogan under his wing teaching him almost all of what would make him the monolith he’d become. Gagne told Hogan to not drop down after one drop kick. Telling him it should take three or more to take him off his legs. Gagne molded Hogan into a monster in the ring. Initially, Hulk was supposed to be a featured heel like during his days in the WWF. But his charisma compounded by his cameo in “Rocky III” endeared him to fans of the Minneapolis based wrestling promotion. And in a few short months Hogan found himself in the title picture feuding with the long toothed, well read heel Nick Bockwinkel.

Bockwinkel had entered his fifties earlier in the 1980s, but you couldn’t have guessed his age if you only watched him in the ring. He always kept himself in tip-top shape, didn’t party all night like Ric Flair. He was a clean cut, midwestern man who Verne still entrusted to safeguard his companies most prized possession even late into his career. Bockwinkel before Hogan and after had great matches I highly recommend you check out. Preferably his one-hour marathon against a young, babyface, Curt Hennig. Yeah. Mr. Perfect was once in the AWA. So was “Mean Gene” Okerlund. Bobby “The Brain” Heenan. Scott Hall. Wendi Richter. Jesse Venture. All would become heavily featured players in the WWF/WCW when NWA fizzled.

Though Hogan was the star, and his current champ Bockwinkel was nearing fifty, Verne was hesitant - and later would outright say he didn’t see the 29-year-old as championship material or a prop he didn’t even need. Either Verne is lying or he poorly read the changing wrestling with the invention of television. The era of the babyface chasing the dastardly heel forever and ever was over. Promoters needed to shift towards more decisive finishes and book accordingly or face the same consequences Verne swallowed which squashed his once flourishing company. It’s quite the tragedy too. Verne knew his wrestling and could spot talent. Same could be said about Dusty Rhodes. At the end of the day what carries you over in a wrestling war isn’t talent, but business-savvy.

In his better days, McMahon knew sometimes it was better to go with what the fans wanted rather than persist with what he thought was right. He pulled the shoot on The Ultimate Warrior, ultimately giving way to the rise of Bret Hart, and Shawn Michaels. He later would do the same in the late-90s with “Stone Cold” Steve Austin. Neither were Vince’s cup of tea in what he perceived as championship material, but what mattered to him most was the all mighty dollar. But old Verne wasn’t as flexible and never really was. Come April 1983 he knew the long-standing Hogan/Bockwinkel had run its course and it was time to bestow the honor of champion to the younger star. Problem was, Verne couldn’t see beyond Hulk was a power wrestler, not too big on finesse and mat-style which was the makeup of the AWA. There’s also elements in this story that make Verne come off as a shitty, grubby businessman, and a downright creep. First, he demanded the bulk of Hogan’s merchandising sales (Hogan was printing his “Hulkamania” shirts and selling them outside of a trunk during House Shows) and his money he made wrestling for Japan; even though Verne had nothing to do with that promotion.

Actually, there might be some logic in Verne wanting a substantial cut in the money Hogan made overseas. See, he wrestled for a promotion called New Japan Pro-Wrestling. Verne had a partnership with a man named Shohei Baba — he would wrestle under the synonym “Giant Baba.” Baba worked as a promoter of All Japan Pro-Wrestling. The chief competitor of NJPW. Verne probably figured if he could squeeze Hogan for his NJPW paycheck he’d kick it to Giant Baba and subsequently AJPW and undercut the other promotion in the process.

The logic in Verne wanting the money though is nonexistent. Like McMahon when The Rock left the WWF to takeover Hollywood, he saw it fit to demand a chunk of his talent’s paycheck. Why? Because Vince McMahon made The Rock. Everyone knows that! Except he didn’t. The Rock made The Rock. In the wrestling world it doesn’t matter whether the boss acknowledged your existence before you made it big. All that mattered was he signed you to your deal and deserves the credit for those long hours you put in to climbing the ladder. Forget the fact that if it were up to Vince The Rock would have never turned heel, join The Nation of Domination and save his fledgling career.

I guess Verne can feel a little more secure in his belief he made Hogan into what he became. After all, he did instill the in-ring tactics that would carry him to superstardom. Regardless, the money Hogan made working NJPW was his, and it wasn’t like the AWA wasn’t doing gangbusters at House Shows and well in the black thanks to him.

The creepy aspect of this story was Verne was trying to set Hogan up with his daughter. Why? Well, he viewed the AWA as a family business and for whatever reason he didn’t trust his son, Greg, to succeed him so to keep the promotion in the family he wanted his champion to marry into it. You don’t believe me? In 1988 Larry Zbyszko marries Verne’s daughter. In February of ‘89 he wins the vacant AWA title in a Battle Royal.

It’s dysfunction like this is how you get an atmosphere like the one in the St. Paul Civic Center, the crowd absolutely becomes unglued as “Eye of the Tiger” roars through the speakers as the beach blonde haired heroine marches down the isle filled with purpose. He wears a black shirt that says “We Want The Belt” and on the back “Now Or Never.” You don’t get more prophetic than that last statement. Now or Never, Verne, and he chose Never. Hogan didn’t win the strap that night in St. Paul, and would soon leave the AWA. While the promotion enjoyed a few successful years before going defunct in 1991, you can trace their fall to “Super Clash” nine-years before.

So what-if Verne wasn’t a character out of a Leon Trotsky Socialist manifesto novel? What-if he just let Hogan keep his money and gave him the belt? Would the AWA still be around today? Hard to say, but I’m going to veer on the side of no. Hogan parading around with the AWA strap isn’t going to deter Vince from courting Hogan. We’re talking about the man who tried to convince Harley Race to no-show Starrcade ‘83 and take the NWA belt to his promotion.

One of the few ways Verne and the territories could have kept the bad wolf of New York from their doors was if they handed together to take him on. But nobody took the threat seriously until it was too late to sufficiently combat it. Another scenario is Ted Turner up and buys AWA with the NWA to form WCW. Having Turner on the wrestling scene against Vince was like Godzilla vs Mothra. WCW only started turning rotten when the Time Warner/AOL merger pushed Turner out of an influential role with the company. A more feasible scenario is Verne and Greg simply accept Vince’s offer he made at the St. Paul airport before turning around and exclaiming “I don’t negotiate”. But, if they did merge with the WWF the fate of the AWA is probably similar to Stu Hart and his Stampede Wrestling promotion. Their talent pool would be severely depleted and the promotion transforming from something that is on par — if not superior to the WWF to nothing more than a minor league farm system for New York to routinely pluck talent from.

If Hulk Hogan of all people suddenly become the most loyal person in the business and remained a stalwart of the AWA he arguably has a greater cast of heels to run through than he did in his first run as champion in the WWF. Stan Hansen, Leon White (A.K.A Vader), Larry Zbyszko, Curt Hennig, Jerry Lawler. While it’s highly questionable whether Hansen and Lawler would be willing to job to Hogan because of their value to other promotions, their feuds still print money at the gates and perhaps fans are just so happy to see Hogan as champion they don’t mind the constant string of D.Q finishes.

What does McMahon do? Rumor was his second choice was Paul Orndorff. A very good, if not great heel wrestler that is commonly forgotten due to the fact he jobbed to Hogan throughout the eighties. But Vince is more creative than that. He had to have an ace up his sleeve of Hogan alluded his grasps. Ric Flair? The Von Erichs? Maybe he pulls the trigger and makes Roddy Piper or Ricky Steamboat champion? Steamboat was only 31 by the time Iron Sheik beat Bob Backlund for the belt to set the table for Hogan. But Vince didn’t like skinny, short guys as his main champion. It’s why you see wrestlers like Daniel Bryan constantly marginalized despite showing time after time he can main event.

The AWA gave the wrestling world countless stars that would make this article too long if I were to list them all. But, like most promoters in the territory era, Verne had a limited grasp on how to maximize his profits and couldn’t see behind his own biases and greed.

[talesmaniac89]

Tea Party Playtime

Summary: Dad!Crowley & Daughter!Reader - Crowley leaves his book to take a trip into his five-year-old’s imagination as he joins her tea party.

Word Count: 2072

Triggers: None, just father/daughter fluff

Y/N = Your name ¦ Y/E/C = Your eye colour ¦ Y/H/C = Your hair colour

Note: Another one shot with the father/daughter duo from Fatherhood  and Disney Movie Madness all three stories can be read separately from each other or together. Just fluff, no strict story-line here guys! I have a few more of these dad/daughter one shots planned as well so do let me know if you have any moments you want to see dad Crowley in with his five-year-old!

---

Crowley’s personal corner of hell hadn’t really been quiet during the last five years. Not since his favourite hellhound, Juliet, brought a crying bundle of joy into his life like she was attempting to switch jobs and become a stork instead. No, since the arrival of hell’s little princess, the darling girl he’d decided to raise as his own, his private slice of hell had been filled with laughter, Disney movies and toys he believed were only made to drive fathers mad with their constant jarring noises. And he didn’t miss the silence, not one bit.

Sure, as the saying went, silence was golden. But that was never true when there was a five-year-old in the mix. No, then silence was only suspicious. Just like it was when Crowley looked up from his book to see that his little chipmunk was no longer watching her cartoons whilst colouring by the living room table.

Frowning at the suspicious lack of noise and giggles he put his book down and got out of the chair, looking around the room for any sign of his little princess or the hellhound that had become her lapdog. Finding none he resigned himself to using his powers a bit, happy that his status as king of hell gave him an upper hand most fathers didn’t have as he tried to sense out his daughter’s presence. His eyes staying on the coloured pencils and hoping against hope that she hadn’t brought any of them with her and was busy creating the next Sistine chapel on some wall covered in ridiculously expensive wallpaper somewhere.

Unfortunately, since the spoiled little devil had a ridiculous amount of colours with silly names like cotton candy pink and periwinkle blue he had no way of knowing for certain. On the other hand, he fortunately sensed her presence in her own bedroom and not in the small private library where he kept some very, very expensive pieces of art.

Still, even in her own room, with the door open and within reach, the silence was nothing if not strange. Usually he’d hear his little girl singing to herself and her toys or having conversations with her teddy bears as she played pretend that they were all noble knights on a mission to save one of her dolls from a dragon or some other monster, usually played willingly by Juliet.

Resigning himself to not finishing the chapter in the book, the ruler of hell stepped away from his chair and the small coffee table to go in search of his wayward little princess. Hoping against hope that the little chipmunk hadn’t completely rearranged her room in the short time between Crowley getting lost in his book and the tiny ninja sneaking away from her cartoons and colouring books.

Five-year-olds were magical that way. He had demons that couldn’t cause the same level of destruction she managed to cause. As the king of hell he was secretly proud, as a father, he was just growing more concerned with every step towards the room as he pictured a floor full of toys and drawings covering every inch of the soft blue bedroom and his little girl 

“(Y/N), you little troublemaker what are you up to now?” He called out as he walked towards the door, already debating in his mind whether he should clean the mess up with a snap of his fingers or use this as a valuable lesson for the little human girl who couldn’t just rely on snapping her fingers to get out of trouble. Most likely it would be the latter, unless she had somehow managed to make the room look like a war zone in the short time he took his eyes off of her.

“Nooothing,” Her little mischievous giggle only made Crowley speed up with a wry smile on his lips. His little troublemaker was up to no good, that was for certain. He readied himself to take on the stern father role as he took the last two steps towards the open door, forcing the small chuckle down and erasing his smile, whilst still keeping his features soft. Yet, as he reached the doorway he couldn’t stop the laugh that rolled effortlessly from his chest with a squeeze of his no longer beating heart from the scene in front of him.

(Y/N) was wearing his suit jacket, which looked much too big on her and covered the little girl completely. Her tiny frame drowning in the expensive material as she waved at her daddy in the doorway with a smile brighter than any star and the long suit sleeves flopping up and down, fully hiding the tiny little hand in the fabric. She’d placed three of her favourite toys and teddy bears in front of her, as if she was holding court and poor Juliet was covered in her blanket and wore a bright pink plastic crown. Making Crowley once more wonder if the little child could truly see the hellhound.

Luckily, other than a mess of toys and some new “makeup” on her doll, the room wasn’t the mess Crowley had pictured it to be during his short walk. Still the silly little smile on his darling daughter’s face made him step fully into the room and sit down across from her behind her little line of toys.

“What’s this then pet?” Crowley asked with a soft chuckle as he watched  his little girl try and roll up the sleeves of his suit jacket only to fail adorably. Her little frown of concentration momentarily vanishing as bright (Y/E/C) eyes met his with a happy smile and a small giggle, as if her silly daddy should know what she was doing just from the scene in front of him.

“I’m playin’ house!” The little princess said with a smile brighter than the many colours in her little personal kingdom within his. Her hands going above her head as if she was an actress on a stage welcoming him into her little play, making the sleeves roll down to show hands absolutely covered in colours as she’d attempted to draw on some rings before giving up and just drawing colourful patterns.

“Really? That sounds fun,” Crowley said with a smile as he made himself more comfortable on the cluttered floor. The imagination of his beautiful little daughter much more intriguing than the dramatic world of the book he had left behind.

“Yes! I’m the king and ‘Ette is the queen, and Bun is our princess,” She said with a nod, her little make believe family mirroring that of her own real life and the movies and storybooks she loved as she didn’t add the usual mom, dad and kids roles to her playtime. Her little hands waving around the sleeves of the suit jacket as she pointed from Juliet to the bunny teddy bear Crowley had gotten her shortly after she became his family, his world.

“What about Pup and Maria?” Crowley asked, looking to her favourite puppy shaped teddy bear and the doll that had gotten a little makeover for the play pretend family. Both sitting on either side of Bun, the princess, as if they were guarding her. Though he doubted his little girl had included guards in her happy, perfect world.

“They’re Bun’s friends, they came to play,” Crowley’s little princess said, her smile still in place though her voice was serious as she laid the groundwork for the backstory of her little family. “But they can’t sleep ‘ere, ‘cause their mommy and daddy said no,”

“That makes sense,” Crowley said, nodding along with all the details his little wonder had included in her imaginative family of hellhounds, humans and toys. 

Looking at the bright eyes and happy smile he was rewarded with Crowley pushed his own book and story to the back of his mind as he watched his little girl arrange small little toys between them, setting up what looked like a dinner or tea party between her and the toys. Her world was always infinitely more interesting to Crowley. Because she mattered more than his position as king and all the needless politics that came with it. So looking at her little play date with Juliet he didn’t feel like going back to being an adult, perfectly content to stay in her room and just be a father.

“Can daddy join you?” Crowley asked, looking to be let into her little rabbit hole where her own wonderland was playing out with tea parties and hellhounds playing dress up. His very own little Alice not even hesitating as she smiled brightly at him, welcoming him into her rainbow coloured imagination with bright eyes and a warm heart.

“Ok, but I’m the daddy, so you have to be the prince,” She said, assigning Crowley his role in her play pretend world. A role he was more than happy to play, just like he’d been just as happy to play her horse when the living room was a treacherous road and her bedroom the tower where the dragon was guarding her prince. Or her knight on the days where she wanted to be the princess in the tower.

“Ok, deal,” He smiled as he scooted a little closer, joining the small tea party and playing along as his little princess became king for a day and presided over the small mixed up family with giggles and nonsensical plot lines that still had Crowley enraptured as he was lucky enough to catch another glimpse of her imaginative mind. A moment in her imagination was better than the best book.

---

“Daddy! I mean Prince Daddy! The phone,” His little darling girl pointed towards the play phone, letting him know that in her ears the piece of plastic was ringing loudly. “Is prolly Pup and ‘Ia’s mommy and daddy,” She added with a nod, like a director giving stage directions as Crowley picked up the small pink phone with a serious nod. Following her cues. It didn’t matter if he was the king of hell, a literal demon or despised by angels and hunters everywhere. When she told him to pick up her toy phone he answered it.

“Hello? Oh yes,” Crowley said into the phone before pretending to cover it to dramatically whisper to his tiny director. “It’s their mommy,”

“Tell her Pup and ‘Ia will go home after ice cream,” His princess said with a mischievous smile as Crowley followed her words and repeated it into the phone. His little rascal clearly trying to actually get ice cream out of him with her new found role as king. Shaking away a chuckle Crowley still played pretend until he ended the conversation with Maria and Pup’s mommy on the plastic phone before reaching over and pulling his scheming little chipmunk into his lap.

“So that’s what this was all about is it pet,” He said with a smile and a laugh as his fingers teased high pitched giggles out of her with a quick tickle of her still suit covered sides. Her own little hands and fingers mimicking the move as if she was copying him to still play the daddy in the family.

“Nooo, but we promised now,” She said, the giggled lilt to her voice proving that it had been her plan all along as Crowley lifted her into the air and held onto her tight as she laughed, head falling back in joy and wild (Y/H/C) hair spreading out to fan the air of the bedroom as he swung her around.

“Cheeky chipmunk,” He laughed as he hugged her tight, his heart overflowing from his bright little girl’s laugh. “Dinner first, then if there’s still room in that tiny tummy we’ll have ice cream,” He said, holding her close as he leaned down and freed poor Juliet from her crown bearing burdens and let the hellhound shake off the blanket she was covered in, in lieu of a dress.

“Deal,” She laughed, mimicking his earlier words with a sloppy kiss on his cheek as the little family moved away from the pretend tea party to enjoy dinner, her laughter brightening every room they stepped into as she kept the story going with her bright words and giggled recollections of moments Crowley didn’t mind reliving through her eyes.

If silence was golden, then the sound of her laughter was sparkling. Like diamonds and priceless gems.

 Please do let me know if you wish to be removed from the tag list

Tags:  @auszimbo @upon-a-girl @gallifreyansass @mogaruke @skybinx-blog  @delisp@jensen-jarpad @supernatural-jackles @deathtonormalcy56  @27bmm@wildfirewinchester @just-another-busy-fangirl  @ecsj  @imboredsueme@itsthesamegametoday @riversong-sam

Tagging a few Crowley peeps I know this time too, to keep that shameless streak going: @roxy-davenport @crowley-you-sinnamon-roll @scheherazades-horcrux, @ajacentlee, @chelsea072498 @annabellerosemasters @alangel1895