#i think we should make the manager babysit i think it would be good for him

[thedeafprophet]

Just Maighread with her uncle May~

[takumaswife]

first off, LOVE that you're coming back, I'm so happy that you've started writing again, good job 🩷

I've literally been so DESPERATE for a Bangchan smut fic (idol au)

what do you think of a 'one night stand/casual sex turns into something more' trope?

something along the lines of chan running into reader (or yn or whatever) at a restaurant when he's with the 97 liners and she's w her group, a late leaving situation turns hot and messy leading to sex at chan's dorm.

ik it's too specific but I can literally visualise the entire event taking place hehe

only work on it if YOU want to, no pressure love 🌻🚬

One More Taste - Bang Chan

Genre: idolxidol, fem!reader, SMUT, and some fluff.

Word count: 3063

MASTERLIST

A/n: I'm so sorry if this is bad. I wanted it to be perfect because this is actually the first smut I've written since I was like..14 and on wattpad (those were crazy times💀) but I hope you enjoy!

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"Come on, Y/n, we've been working so hard, we deserve a night out." Your group mates begged. It was true, the long nights of practice. The staying up until 3am to perfect the songs. To constant interviews that you just couldn't say no to. Being the leader was tougher than it looked. Looking at the four faces surrounding you, you sighed and nodded your head. "Fine, we can go. But remember, if you get drunk, you sleep in the bathtub." You spoke firmly, looking at each girl. There had been a few times everyone went out to celebrate special moments in your career, and someone always got too drunk that they would get sick.

Everyone decided to go to a nice restaurant in Hongdae. It was nice enough to have even a private area for idols and celebrities so they could also enjoy time out. Talking to your manager, you told him to be on call since the younger members tended to drink more and would need a ride at some point. You also just wanted him to deal with their antics while you got to relax. They did beg you to come out, so why should you have to babysit.

"Who else do you think might be there?" Dae asked. Everyone was currently in the shared dorm bathroom, doing hair and makeup. "Hm, what if we see Taemin, or even Johnny and Mark!" Yunhee shouted. You chuckled at how excited they were of the possible chance of running into their favs at the restaurant. "If you see anyone, you can say hi, but the moment you start getting crazy, you're out." You spoke to the two younger ones. They immediately started pouting. You understood how excited they were, but with being the leader, you had to keep your group in check and make sure they acted right for the groups image.

"Well, it's Saturday night, Hongdae will be filled with other idols, so I have hope!" Dae spoke with a smirk. You rolled your eyes, continuing on your hair. Your makeup was more natural looking instead of super bold. Maybe for a club you would do more bolder, but for a relaxing night, you just wanted something simple. You gave yourself loose curls and picked a long sleeve, short black dress with an open back. A little modest but little risky, just your style.

Taking a last look in the mirror, you smiled at the sight. You felt pretty, comfortable, and confident. The diamond set of earrings, necklace, and bracelet decorated your body. "Oh, someone looks like she's trying to find a man tonight." Venus spoke with a smirk as she peaked into the bathroom. You immediately shook your head and smiled at her. "Even if i did want a man, I don't think he's ready for four kids." You teased, causing her to laugh. You grabbed your bag and followed her out of the dorm. Your manager had a black SUV waiting for the five of you at the front.

The car ride was filled with the girls talking about the night out and how excited they were. You, however, scrolled through your phone, looking at Instagram. Despite the idea that Idols should only follow their company and members, you followed other idols and different celebrities. You just found it boring seeing only the few posts your members would make. You wanted to watch other idols' lives.

"We are here. Now, rules." Your manager spoke as he turned around to face everyone in the back seat. "No crazy stunts, stay together, if you feel unsafe at any moment, call me. And for the love of everything.. stay out of paparazzi's way.. we don't need a scandal just as your careers are starting to take off." He explained, rubbing his head as he was stressed. All making a promise to be good, you all stepped out of the SUV.

The restaurant had a special entrance in the back alleyway for idols and celebrities, away from fans and photographers. As your group walked in, yall were greeted by the private dining manager who showed your group to your table. "Ladies, take a look at our menu and your server will be with you shortly."

Looking through the menu, everyone was conflicted on what to order. "The wagyu sounds great." Yunhee spoke, continuing to look. "I might actually just do the Rosemary chicken, I heard it was pretty popular from reviews." Joli spoke. You, yourself was conflicted. Everything sounded delicious.

"Good evening, ladies." The waitress greeted as she sat glasses of ice water in front of each of you. "My name is Sohee, I'll be serving you tonight. Can I start you off with any drinks?" She asked as she took out her notepad to write everything down. Everyone ordered a little cocktail as well as appetizers to share.

So far the evening was going well, and the appetizers were amazing. When it came to ordering your entree, you were still indecisive. You asked to go last. But it was only a minute or two until she was back to you. "Uh.." you were still trying to decide. "I would recommend the 'Marry Me Chicken', it's very good." You heard a male voice behind you. Turning around, you were starstruck seeing Chan. He was someone you looked up to during your trainee days. You were always watching his lives when you had time and listening to their music. "O-oh, then yes, I'll try that." You responded. The waitress nodded and stepped away to put in your orders and get everyone another round of cocktails.

"Let me know what you think after you try it." Chan spoke, only earning a nod from you. You were flustered and shy, the girls of your group immediately teasing you. Chan smiled as he walked over to their table, the whole group waiting for his arrival. "At least one of us got to see our fav." Joli smirked, your cheeks heating up from the embarrassment.

Dinner was going well, the food was actually very good. The drinks were fantastic. It was more of an evening than you could have asked for. "Well, I told manager that I was going out tonight so. You girls in?" Venus asked as she stood up after collecting the card the company gave them to use for tonight. The rest of the girls agreed to clubbing, but you decided to skip out.

As the girls left, you got up from the table and walked to the bar the restaurant had. You sat on the stool and looked at the options. You didn't drink much during dinner so you thought about making up for it by staying a drinking a bit more. "Can I get a mojito?" You asked, the bartender nodded and started on your drink.

"So, how was the chicken?" You heard a voice behind you. You turned to see Chan taking the stool next to you. "Oh, it was absolutely delicious. Thank you." The bartender sat down your drink and you immediately took a sip. "I never formally introduced myself, I'm Chan." He held out his hand. You immediately took it and gave a small shake, "Y/n. I'm actually a big fan." You responded. You could see Chan's face turn red as he smiled softly. "Oh really? I could say the same thing. I like your recent comeback a lot. You guys have grown so much since your debut, you're doing amazing." The compliment took you back. He liked your music? He was a fan? "Well thank you, I appreciate it. Hearing it from you, definitely makes me feel like we're going in a great direction."

You and Chan spent about an hour talking and drinking. Both your groups had vanished and the two of you were left alone. Somewhere during the chat, the two of you started taking shots. And with you being not a casual drinker, you felt the effects of the alcohol fast. Even Chan was slurring a few words as he spoke.

"I'm sorry, guy, but I'm not going to be able to serve you two anymore." The bartender informed you two. You and Chan instantly frowned and started collecting your things. Chan ended up paying for all the drinks as you were taking out your card, making you glare at him. "Christopher, Nooo~" You whined. Chan only laughed and signed the receipt. "Come on." He laughed as he led you out the back door through the special entrance.

"I wish we could have drank more. I was enjoying your company." You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest. An idea popped into Chan's head. "We can go to my dorm! We have lots of soju and a few hard liquors that Hyunjin won't mind us borrowing." He offered. You didn't think it was a good idea, your manager warned you about being caught for any scandals. But the alcohol taking over your body said, a few drinks wouldn't hurt.

Well, what was supposed to be a few drinks ended up with your body pressed to the wall and Chan's lips devouring your neck. Moans filled the room as he found your sweet spot. The sound only made the devil in Chan come out, marking the spot in the deepest shade of purple he could. The bulge in his pants pressed against your thigh, his own moans flowing as your thigh rubbed against his hard on.

Chan realized the game you were playing and pulled away. He glanced your body up and down, biting his lip. He needed you. Chan picked your body up and threw you onto his bed before towering over you. His lips back onto your neck before trailing down to your chest. You felt him going further down until his head was between your legs, face to face with your clothed core. The wet patch on the fabric had his cock pulsing in the confinement of his pants.

Sliding your panties down your legs, he threw them aside, now lost somewhere in his room. He immediately started eating you out. His tongue moving through your folds to collect every drip of your juices. Your taste was addicting to him. Without thinking, you immediately started grinding your core into his face, wanting more of him. "F-fuck~" You moaned, your fingers finding their way into his hair. Chan tongue teased your clit, making your back arch from the feeling. Not having an orgasm in quite a while, you were already close. Chan knew you were close once your thighs tightened around his head. He wanted to make you wait, but he was enjoying your taste more than he thought. Within seconds, you cumming on his face to which you only recieved a groan. Chan pulled away from your core, your slick covering his lips.

Reaching up, you pulled Chan down with all your might, "please fuck me." You begged, you needed more. You wanted more of him. Chan enjoyed seeing you beg for his cock. It boosted his ego. Sitting up, Chan removed his clothes as well as yours, throwing them in the room to be lost like your panties were.

His cock was bigger than you thought. And definitely bigger than the last men you were with. He spit into his hand and stroked his cock, looking down at your wet core that was aching for him. "Are you sure you want to go this far?" He asked. You only nodded and spread your legs wider. Chan chuckled and aligned himself with your entrance, slowly pushing his cock into you. A loud moan flowed from your lips as he filled you up. Fuck, he was big. Even your secret toys weren't this big.

Slowly, Chan started moving his hips against yours, wanting you to get use to the feeling before he picked up his pace. It only took one moan for him to lose himself. His hip were slamming against yours, the feeling almost immediately making him cum. You felt very different from his hand which is all he had lately due to being so busy and not really having someone in general to fuck. His hands held your hips up at an angle, fucking you deeper than before. The tip of his cock beating against your g-spot was pushing you over the edge. But even if you came, Chan wasn't stopping until he was pleased with how much cum he filled you with. Leaning down, Chan took one of your nipples in his mouth. Sucking and tugging on the sensitive bud. Your voice would be hoarse tomorrow from all the lewd sounds your were screaming out. Chan made sure your nipple was swollen and puffy before switching to the other. Your back arched from the pleasure and you could tell you were about to cum. "C-chan-" You tried to speak but we're just interrupted by your moans.

Chan ignored you, wanting to feel you cover his dick with your juices. All it took was for his thumb to tease your clit as he fucked you that gave you one of the most intense orgasms you've had in a very long time. Chan pulled away with a smirk. The man above you was different. His eyes were darker, his voice deeper. "I'm not finished with you." Sitting up, Chan removed his member from your core and moved off the bed, standing at the edge. He held your hips, growling as he pulled you towards him. Lifting one leg your rest up against his torso, he aligned his member back at your entrance, teasing with his tip. Chan laughed as he saw you whimpering everytime his tip passed your hole.

Once he was sure you weren't expecting it, he shove his cock into you, immediately rolling his against yours. The bed now banging against the wall with how hard he was fucking you. You really hope Hyunjin didn't come home because you would be so embarrassed having to leave and him seeing you in a messy state.

Chan's fingers began playing with your clit, your body shaking again with the amount of pleasure. You would have to remind yourself to tell him how it was the best sex you've had. You were but off when you felt a hand wrap around your throat. Looking up, Chan was staring down deep into your eyes. "Look at me. I want to see that look in your eyes when I make you cum." He growled lowly. Being the shy person you were, it was absolutely little hard to have a stare down with a man, let alone a gorgeous man. But everytime you looked away, Chan forced your eyes back on him. His fingers would tighten around your neck everytime you tried to look away as a warning.

Chan knew you were close as he felt your core constricting against his cock. It was pushing him to the edge just as much as the clit teasing was pushing you. The moment Chan saw you were on the edge, he slammed his cock up against your g-spot, mentally wishing he could leave a bruise. Almost as if he was claiming you in and out. Your body convulse with the orgasm, your eyes focusing on Chan's before rolling back. Chan released his load right into you, filling you up. You watch as his dark eyes started to lighten from his orgasm.

The only sound in the room was your two heavy breathings. You two just laid there for a moment, your eyes on each other's but it was more soft than lustful. Pressing a small kiss to your forehead, Chan pulled out, watching his load drip from your swollen pussy.

Leaning down, he locked the dripping cum up from your slit and smirked. Your mind was in a date. What the fuck just happened. You sat up and looked around, biting your lip. You were pulled from your thoughts when you saw blue fabric in front of your face. "Here, you can put this on." Chan spoke, handing you one of his oversized shirts. Quickly you slipped it on as you felt shy. He also gave you pajama pants to borrow as he also changed.

You were expecting him to kick you out, but when he laid down and pulled you into his arms, his hand rubbing your tummy, you got confused. Chan didn't say a word, he just continued to hold you before wrapping the bed covers over your bodies.

The next morning you woke up, an arm wrapped around you tightly. All the flashbacks coming back from the night before. You slowly turned around to see the male already staring at you. "G'morning." He spoke. His voice hoarse from sleep. You went to speak but your voice was almost non-existent. Chan chuckled and kissed the side of your head.

You and Chan laid there for a few hours before deciding to get up. You knew you needed to get back to your dorm, considering all the calls and text you missed on your phone. You texted your manager where to pick you up. "Uh, thanks for the...fun night?" You questioned, not really knowing what to call it. "Oh, no. Thank you. It was..very fucking good." He replied, causing you to laugh. As you got to the door of his dorm, you got awkward and didn't know what to say. So Chan took the leader. "Would you like to go to dinner sometime? Like just us? We don't have to do all..what we did last night of course. I just really enjoyed us talking at the restaurant last night." Thinking over his words, you nodded and handed him your phone. He put in his number and handed it back. "I'll text you." You spoke before leaving the dorm.

It was the walk of shame to your managers car. "You have to be kidding me.." He groaned as he started driving you back to your dorm. "At least we take birth control." You mumbled.

As Chan made his way back to his room, Hyunjin looked at him and rolled his eyes. "You could at least let me know not to come home. For fuck sakes, dude, you two sounded like actual fucking animals in heat." Hyunjin shouted as he went back to his room, slamming the door. Chan only laughed and walked into his own room, waiting for your text.

[aspenmissing]

ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢꜱ

ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ꜰᴇᴀᴛ. ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ) || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ || 4739 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ɪɴᴊᴜʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴇʟɪᴀꜱ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟᴏᴀᴅ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʟɪᴀꜱ. ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴇʟɪᴀꜱ "ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ" ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴀᴘᴀ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ, ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴜɴᴄʟᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ. ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ.

Part 1 || Part 2

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ | ᴇʟɪᴀꜱ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ

You had left for a quick errand, telling Viktor and Jayce they’d be in charge of Elias for the afternoon. The moment the door clicked shut behind you, there was a brief silence before the two men exchanged a glance.

“Alright, I suppose we should start with the basics,” Viktor said, adjusting his glasses as he glanced down at the energetic toddler.

Jayce, who was still adjusting to the idea of spending one-on-one time with Elias, scratched the back of his neck. “You’re sure I’m ready for this?”

Viktor raised an eyebrow, his tone dry. “You’ve known Elias since he was born - he's 3 now. You should be fine. Besides, he loves you”

Jayce let out a nervous chuckle. “Yeah, but… he’s a handful, isn’t he?”

At that moment, Elias let out a gleeful squeal, running across the living room, his little legs carrying him faster than either man could anticipate. Jayce’s eyes widened, and he quickly reached out, only narrowly managing to catch Elias before he fell.

“Well, I suppose it’s too late to back out now,” Jayce muttered with a grin.

Viktor chuckled, watching his friend. “He’s faster than you’d think. Be prepared.”

After a few moments of playful chaos, with Jayce chasing Elias around the living room and Viktor trying to stop him from climbing the furniture, the little one finally stopped, turning to them both with a proud smile. He held up a small block, as if presenting his latest creation.

“Look!” Elias exclaimed, showing off the wobbly tower he had built.

Jayce blinked in surprise, crouching down beside him. “That’s… impressive. You built that all by yourself?”

Elias nodded vigorously, his hair falling over his eyes as he beamed. “Yeah! I’m smart like Papa!”

Viktor’s face softened at that, his heart swelling as he watched Elias proudly display his block tower. “You’re definitely smart like me,” Viktor agreed, his voice warm with affection.

Jayce, still somewhat in awe of the whole babysitting experience, chuckled. “Alright, let’s see if I can build one that’s just as good.”

For the next hour, the three of them worked together, stacking blocks and making silly noises when the tower fell over. Jayce, always the perfectionist, kept trying to make a tower that would impress Viktor, but Elias seemed to be the true expert in the room, laughing every time Jayce’s creation toppled.

Finally, after several failed attempts, Jayce plopped down on the floor in mock exhaustion, his hands raised in defeat. “Alright, I admit it. I’m not as good as you.”

Elias giggled and patted Jayce on the head. “It’s okay, Uncle Jay. You tried.”

Viktor couldn’t help but laugh, watching his son and his friend. “It’s the effort that counts, Jayce.”

As the afternoon went on, Elias eventually grew tired, curling up between Jayce and Viktor, both of them carefully making sure the little one was comfortable. Jayce, who never had much experience with young kids, found himself surprised by how natural it felt to simply be in that moment, watching Elias drift off to sleep in his arms.

When you finally returned, you were met with the sight of Viktor gently brushing Elias’s hair as Jayce, looking more at ease than when you left, sat beside them, a content smile on his face.

“Everything go okay?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked between the two men.

Viktor nodded, the faintest smile curling at his lips. “Surprisingly well.”

Jayce glanced at you, his grin playful. “Guess Elias has a way of making even the hardest tasks seem easy.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, your heart warmed by the sight of the three of them together. “I see someone might be getting the hang of this after all. Does this mean if me and Viktor want date night, you'll be free” You give him grin.

Jayce rolled his eyes but smiled. “Don’t get used to it.”

Viktor glanced down at Elias, who stood at the doorway of his workshop, clutching a small toy wrench and looking up with wide, hopeful eyes. You were leaning against the frame, clearly amused.

“Please, Tata? I’ll be careful,” Elias pleaded, his little voice tugging at Viktor’s heartstrings. (Dad)

Viktor sighed, running a hand through his hair. He loved his son dearly, but his workshop was his sanctuary—a place where precision and focus were paramount. Allowing a curious three-year-old to “help” felt like inviting chaos.

“He’s very determined,” you said with a grin. “I wonder where he gets that from?”

Viktor shot you a look but eventually relented. “Fine,” he said, holding up a finger. “But you must follow my instructions exactly, ano?” (Yes)

Elias nodded eagerly, bouncing on his toes.

Viktor cleared a small section of his workbench, setting aside tools and delicate parts. He found a few harmless scraps—old gears, a piece of tubing, and a dull screwdriver—and placed them in front of Elias. “Here. You can ‘fix’ this while I work,” he said.

Elias beamed and climbed onto the stool Viktor had pulled over for him. While Viktor tinkered with a more complex invention, Elias mimicked him, twisting screws and fitting pieces together in a way that made no functional sense but was utterly adorable.

You watched from the doorway, suppressing a laugh when Viktor occasionally glanced over, muttering, “Not like that—no, tighter... Well, close enough.”

After an hour, Elias held up his creation: a small contraption of mismatched parts. “Look, Tata! I made it!”

Viktor examined it with a serious expression, nodding thoughtfully. “Hmm. Very good, můj malý inženýr. Perhaps one day, you will surpass even me.” (My Little Engineer)

Elias beamed with pride, and you couldn’t resist stepping in to kiss the top of his head. “I think you’ve got a future genius on your hands, Viktor.”

“Or a future menace,” Viktor muttered, though the affection in his voice betrayed his words.

By the time Elias was 4, he had grown into a whirlwind of energy and curiosity. When Jayce came over one afternoon, Elias couldn’t wait to show off his latest creation.

“Uncle Jay! Uncle Jay!” Elias called, running into the living room with a small, clunky contraption in his hands.

Jayce knelt down to meet him, his smile broad and warm. “What’ve you got there, kiddo?”

Elias proudly held up the invention—a little wind-up toy made from leftover scraps Viktor had given him. When he turned the crank, it wobbled forward on unsteady legs, emitting a faint clicking sound.

Jayce feigned amazement, his eyes wide. “Wow! Did you make this all by yourself?”

Elias nodded enthusiastically. “Tata helped a little, but I did most of it!”

Viktor, who had been quietly observing from his chair, smirked. “By ‘helped,’ he means I stopped it from collapsing entirely.”

You swatted Viktor lightly on the shoulder. “Don’t listen to him, Elias. It’s wonderful.”

Jayce ruffled Elias’s hair. “You’re a natural, kid. I think we’ve got a future scientist—or an engineer—on our hands.”

Elias had his first vivid nightmare. You woke to the sound of his cries, your heart instantly clenching. Nudging Viktor awake, you hurried to Elias’s room, Viktor trailing close behind with his cane, his steps quick despite his usual careful gait.

Elias was sitting up in bed, his face wet with tears, clutching his blanket tightly, his little shoulders trembling. His favorite stuffed animal—a gift from his uncle, a well-loved, floppy rabbit Viktor had stitched back together more times than you could count—lay forgotten at his side.

“Mama... Tata...” he whimpered, his voice shaky.

You immediately wrapped him in your arms, stroking his hair and gently rocking him. “Shh, sweetheart. It’s okay. We’re here. What happened?”

“I-I dreamed a big monster was chasing me,” Elias stammered, his small hands clutching your shirt as though you might vanish if he let go.

Viktor lowered himself onto the edge of the bed with a soft grunt, resting his cane against the wall. He reached out, his hand brushing gently against Elias’s curls. “A monster, hm? That sounds frightening. But you know what?” His voice softened, carrying that steady reassurance Elias always seemed to find comfort in. “No monster would dare come near you. Not when you have us.”

Elias sniffled, his wide, teary eyes looking up at Viktor. “Really?”

“Of course,” Viktor said with a small, reassuring smile. “Your mama and I would never let anything harm you. And if any monsters try, I will invent something to scare them away. Perhaps a... monster-detecting alarm or a protective shield.”

Elias blinked, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Like a big zapper?”

“Exactly,” Viktor replied, his eyes twinkling. “A zapper so powerful, no monster would stand a chance.”

You chuckled softly, brushing a kiss on Elias’s forehead. “And Mama will always be here to keep you safe, no matter what.”

Elias’s grip on you loosened slightly, his breathing starting to even out. He reached for his rabbit, hugging it tightly as he leaned against you.

“Do you think the zapper could have lights on it?” Elias murmured, his voice still thick with sleep but laced with curiosity.

“Lights?” Viktor asked, tilting his head. “Ah, of course. Bright enough to make the monsters regret ever appearing."

"Red and blue, perhaps?” You add.

“Green too,” Elias mumbled, his eyelids drooping.

Viktor nodded solemnly, as though taking serious mental notes. “Green as well. I’ll start designing it tomorrow.”

You smiled as Elias finally settled back into bed, his small frame relaxing against the mattress. Viktor stayed beside him, telling a soft, made-up story about a brave inventor and his little assistant who outsmarted all the monsters in the world with their clever creations.

By the time Elias drifted back to sleep, his breathing steady and peaceful, Viktor’s hand lingered on the boy’s curls. You exchanged a tender glance with Viktor, your heart full.

“He’s braver than he knows,” Viktor murmured, his voice barely audible as he stroked Elias’s hair one last time.

“He gets that from you,” you whispered, squeezing Viktor’s hand.

Viktor looked down at Elias, his expression soft and full of love. “And from you,” he said quietly. “You are his strength.”

Hand in hand, you led Viktor back to bed, pausing one last time at the doorway to watch Elias sleep, his rabbit tucked under his arm. The faint glow of the moon bathed him in light, and in that moment, all felt right with the world.

The next morning, Viktor wasted no time fulfilling his promise. In his workshop, surrounded by parts and tools, he carefully crafted a small, intricate device—part nightlight, part "zapper," as Elias had suggested. By the time evening came, he proudly presented it to Elias, who gasped in delight. The nightlight cast a soft glow, and as the lights flickered on, red, blue, and green stars shimmered across the ceiling, illuminating the room with a warm, magical glow. "Now no monster can hide from you," Viktor said with a smile, watching Elias's eyes light up with wonder. The little boy beamed, already feeling braver with his new invention guarding his dreams.

It was a rare occasion when you and Viktor decided to bring Elias to the labs, both of you needing to grab a few things and give your little one a peek at the bustling world you both were a part of. Jayce had offered to keep an eye on him, a warm smile on his face as he agreed to watch over his nephew while you both stepped out of the room to fetch the supplies.

"Just for a minute, Jayce," you had said, squeezing his shoulder. "We won’t be long."

Elias, looking up at the towering machines and the various pieces of equipment scattered around the lab, clung to your hand, eyes wide with excitement. "Wow... is that for real?" he asked, pointing to a huge contraption that hummed softly in the corner.

"Not yet," Viktor had replied with a smile. "Still working on that one."

With that, you and Viktor had stepped away, moving down the hall to fetch some materials. Jayce stood by, keeping a close eye on Elias, though the little boy was full of curiosity, his small feet shuffling from one side of the room to the other, trying to get a closer look at everything. Jayce was distracted for just a moment—fascinated by a new blueprint on the desk—and in that fleeting instant, Elias’s attention drifted to a small, unattended tool lying on the floor. A curious piece of sharp equipment, it gleamed innocently in the light, and Elias, always eager to explore, reached for it.

In a second, it happened. Elias’s small fingers brushed against the metal, causing him to wince as the sharp edge scraped his skin. He let out a quiet yelp, looking down at the tiny cut on his palm with wide, scared eyes.

Jayce’s heart skipped a beat as he turned to see Elias holding his hand, eyes already filling with tears. The sight sent his mind spiraling into panic. He rushed over, kneeling down beside the boy and grabbing his hand gently, his own trembling.

"Oh, no—Elias! What happened?!" Jayce’s voice cracked as he pulled the boy into his arms, frantic. The tiny cut, barely noticeable to anyone else, seemed like the end of the world to him. Tears welled up in his eyes as he held the boy close, his hands shaking as he tried to comfort him. "I—I’m so sorry, Elias. I should’ve been watching you more closely. Please, please don’t be hurt too bad."

Elias, already overwhelmed by the pain and his uncle’s distress, hiccupped between sobs. "I’m sorry, Uncle Jayce... it hurts..."

"No, no, you don’t have to apologize," Jayce whispered, his voice tight. "I’m the one who should’ve been more careful. It’s all my fault." He hugged Elias tightly, his own tears falling as he pressed his face into the boy’s soft hair. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry..."

Just as Viktor and you returned to the room, carrying the items you needed, you froze in the doorway. Viktor’s brows furrowed as he saw Jayce’s panicked state, the worried expression on his face mirrored in yours. The two of you rushed over.

"What happened?" you asked, kneeling beside Jayce, who looked utterly crushed.

Jayce barely looked up, his voice cracking as he finally spoke. "He got hurt... He got hurt and it’s all my fault, I wasn’t paying attention..." His hands were still gripping Elias tightly, as if he could protect him from everything with just that embrace.

Viktor, looking at the boy’s palm, shook his head. The cut was small, practically nothing to be concerned about, but he understood the anxiety. "Jayce," he said softly, kneeling beside him "It’s okay. It’s just a little scrape, see?" He carefully examined Elias’s hand, then looked up at you with a comforting smile. "He’s fine."

Elias sniffled, looking up at his uncle with wide eyes. "I... I’m okay, Uncle Jay..."

Jayce squeezed him a little tighter before finally letting out a shaky breath. "You scared me," he whispered, wiping his eyes. "I thought—"

You gently placed a hand on Jayce’s shoulder. "It’s okay," you reassured him, softly. "You did nothing wrong. You were watching him, and sometimes things just happen."

Viktor reached for a nearby cloth to gently clean the small cut, murmuring to Elias as he did. "See? All better. You’re tough"

Jayce slowly let go of Elias, still looking at him with a mixture of guilt and relief. "You’re okay, right?"

Elias nodded slowly, his lip still trembling, but he gave his uncle a small, reassuring smile. "I’m okay, Uncle Jay."

Jayce pulled him into another tight hug, murmuring once more, "I’m sorry," before finally managing to laugh, a soft chuckle escaping him. "I’m such an idiot, huh?"

You chuckled, rubbing his back. "No more than usual."

Elias giggled lightly between his sniffles, his arms wrapping around Jayce’s neck. "I love you, Uncle Jay."

Jayce’s face softened, and he gave the boy one final squeeze before pulling back. "I love you too, kiddo. I’ll be more careful next time."

One sunny afternoon, the three of you had decided to spend some time outside, enjoying the fresh air in the park. The air was warm, and the smell of flowers and earth filled the space. Elias, now a bit older, was running around with a burst of energy, his feet barely touching the ground as he chased after a butterfly that fluttered just out of his reach. Viktor and you sat on a nearby bench, watching your son’s joyous laughter echoing through the park.

"You think he’ll ever slow down?" you mused, a smile on your face as you watched Elias spin in circles, trying to catch the elusive butterfly.

Viktor chuckled, the deep sound rumbling through his chest. "Not likely. The boy's energy is endless."

You laughed, leaning against Viktor's shoulder. "He's definitely got your stamina, that's for sure. Even with your cane, you somehow manage to keep up with him."

Viktor smiled, a warm, affectionate look on his face as he watched Elias’s boundless enthusiasm. "Maybe," he said thoughtfully. "But I’d like to think he got his curiosity from you."

You raised an eyebrow, smirking at him. "Curiosity? What makes you say that?"

Viktor tilted his head slightly, his gaze never leaving Elias as he darted around. "He asks a thousand questions a day, and he wants to know how everything works, just like you. Sometimes, I think you might’ve had something to do with that."

You gave a mock huff. "Well, I suppose I can take credit for the curiosity, but you’re the one who gave him the love for machines." You winked. "It’s only a matter of time before he starts taking apart everything in sight."

Viktor laughed softly, his hand resting on your knee. "Then we’ll have a lot of rebuilding to do, I suppose." His eyes softened, and there was a pause in the air between the two of you, just the simple quiet of a peaceful moment.

Elias ran up to you both, his cheeks flushed with excitement. "Mama, Tata! Look what I found!" He proudly held out a small, shiny stone he’d found in the grass. "It’s a treasure!"

You smiled, taking the stone from him and examining it. It was smooth and glimmered in the sunlight. "It is a treasure, Elias. You’ve got a great eye."

Viktor raised an eyebrow and, with a teasing grin, leaned down to Elias. "What if I told you that stone could be used in one of my inventions? Maybe you’ve discovered something more than just a pretty rock."

Elias’s eyes grew wide, his excitement growing even more. "Really?! Can I help you with that? I want to make something too!"

You chuckled at how eager Elias was, his face lighting up with the idea of being involved in one of Viktor’s projects. "You know, I think your Tata might just have the perfect task for you."

Viktor smiled fondly, giving his son a nod. "We’ll see what we can do, little inventor. Maybe we’ll turn that treasure into something special."

Elias bounced on his toes, clutching the stone like it was the key to a great adventure. "I’m gonna help you, Tata! We’ll make something awesome!"

You and Viktor shared an amused glance, both of you amazed by Elias’s boundless imagination. "Let’s get you home, then," you said, standing up and ruffling Elias’s hair. "We’ve got work to do, don’t we?"

It was Viktor’s birthday, and the house was filled with laughter and warmth. The table was covered in an assortment of homemade food, the air smelling of fresh baked bread and a rich stew. Colorful candles flickered on a cake in the middle, casting a soft glow. Music hummed quietly in the background, and Elias was running around, giggling, playing with a new toy that Viktor had helped him put together. Jayce was there too, sitting with a drink in hand, chatting animatedly with both of you as you all celebrated together.

Viktor, though usually quiet about these sorts of occasions, had a bright smile as he opened his presents. A new set of tools from Jayce, a book of intricate engineering blueprints that Viktor had mentioned wanting for months, and a small gadget from Elias, who had worked on it with Viktor’s guidance, with all the innocent enthusiasm of a child eager to impress.

“Thank you, all of you,” Viktor said, his voice filled with genuine gratitude, his eyes gleaming. He leaned back in his chair, smiling at the gathering. “This has been perfect. Truly.”

As the laughter and chatter faded for a moment, you stood up, walking over to where Viktor sat, holding a small, delicate envelope in your hands. The golden glow of the candles seemed to highlight the simple envelope, giving it an almost magical presence.

"I've got one more for you." You say with a grin, holding out the envelope to him.

Viktor raised an eyebrow as he took it from you, his smile softening. “Another one?” He said, his voice filled with curiosity, as if he knew this one was different.

You simply smiled, nodding. “Just open it, love.”

Viktor carefully pulled the paper from the envelope, unfolding it with a little effort, the faintest crease of his brow showing as he read the small handwritten note. At first, it didn’t make sense. His mind raced, as he tried to process the familiar handwriting, and then... it hit him.

It was a small message that simply read: “Looks like your next big project is already in the works… and it’s not an invention.”

Viktor stared at it for a long moment, as if trying to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him. Then, when he realized what it meant, his breath caught in his throat. His eyes widened, his hands trembling ever so slightly as he looked up at you, disbelief and joy flooding through him all at once.

“I—I’m...?” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze softened, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, but he quickly wiped it away, chuckling in disbelief. “Are you serious? Again!”

You nodded, eyes sparkling, and he stood up, pulling you into a tight embrace, as if he couldn’t quite believe the beautiful surprise. “I—this is..." Viktor is at a lost for words, he can only hug me tighter.

Elias, who had been playing nearby, came running over, looking up at you both with wide eyes. “What’s wrong, Mama? Tata?” His tiny voice was full of concern.

Jayce, who had been watching the exchange with a mixture of curiosity and confusion, remained seated for a moment, blinking at both of you in stunned silence. “Wait, what?” He said, furrowing his brow as his gaze shifted between you and Viktor.

Viktor and you pulled back from the hug, Viktor still in a dazed state, trying to fully process the idea that he was going to be a father once again. You, with a grin on your face, passed the small envelope over to Jayce. He stared at it for a moment, his mind clearly racing, before carefully opening it. As he read the words aloud, a soft chuckle escaped your lips.

"Looks like your next big project is already in the works… and it’s not an invention," Jayce read, his voice trailing off as he processed the message. His eyes widened, and his expression shifted from confusion to realization.

You watched as Jayce sat there for a moment, the words sinking in. Then, with a burst of laughter, he looked up at both of you. "Wait, seriously?" he said, still trying to make sense of it, before breaking into a wide grin. "Wow, looks like the surprise never stops with you two."

He let out a relieved sigh, wiping a hand over his face as if processing the surprise. “I swear, I thought the surprises were over after Elias,” he muttered with a laugh, still grinning from ear to ear.

Elias, who had been watching the exchange with curiosity, looked up at you both with wide, innocent eyes. "Mama? Tata?" His tiny voice was filled with concern as he tugged gently at your sleeve. "What happened? You’re happy, but... why is Tata crying?"

You knelt down to Elias, smiling warmly, your hand brushing through his hair. “It’s okay, sweetie. Tata’s not really crying. He’s just... really happy, because Mama has a little surprise for him.” You glanced up at Viktor, who was still in awe of the news, trying to process the fact that he was going to be a father again. "A very big surprise, actually."

Viktor wiped his eyes, his smile growing wider as he looked down at his son. "You’re going to be a big brother, Elias," he said softly, his voice filled with emotion. "We’re going to have another little one in the house."

Elias blinked, processing the words slowly, before a wide grin spread across his face. "Really? A baby?" He jumped up and down, his earlier concern replaced by excitement. "I’m going to be a big brother? I’ll take care of them! I’ll show them all the toys and help them with their inventions!" His enthusiasm was infectious, and you couldn't help but laugh at how eager he already was.

Jayce, still grinning, leaned down to Elias. "Looks like someone’s already got plans for the new baby. Just don’t go teaching them any dangerous inventions, okay?" he teased, ruffling Elias’s hair.

Elias nodded seriously, his little face filled with determination. "I’ll teach them everything I know! I promise!" he said, his voice full of confidence.

You and Viktor exchanged amused glances, both of you clearly amazed at how quickly Elias had embraced the idea of becoming a big brother. "You’re going to be an amazing big brother," you said, squeezing his hand. "I know it."

Viktor, still overwhelmed with emotion, finally sat down again, pulling Elias onto his lap and holding him close. "I couldn’t be prouder of you," he murmured, his voice thick with gratitude.

Jayce, leaning back in his chair with a chuckle, raised his glass. "To another little inventor in the making," he said, grinning widely. "You’ve got a lot of work ahead of you two" He raised his glass higher. "Cheers to surprises."

Viktor smiled, still processing the news, but more at peace now. "Cheers," he echoed, raising his own glass, the warmth of the evening filling the air. You follow in suit with your own drink, clinking it with the three of them. It was a moment of pure joy, surrounded by family, love, and the promise of new beginnings.

As the evening went on, laughter continued to fill the house. Elias ran around excitedly, talking non-stop about all the things he was going to do for the new baby, his imagination running wild with ideas of teaching them all his favorite things. Jayce made playful comments, teasing Viktor about all the new "projects" coming his way, and how the workshop was going to get crowded real quick. You watched the scene with a smile, your heart swelling as you saw Viktor, still in a daze, unable to wipe the smile from his face.

He kept glancing over at you, as if still processing the beautiful surprise you had given him. You could feel the warmth of the moment, the connection between you all growing stronger with every laugh and every word. Viktor’s eyes met yours, and the love in his gaze said everything that words couldn’t express.

A few months later, the day finally arrived. After hours of anticipation and a whirlwind of emotions, you held your healthy baby girl in your arms. Her tiny fingers curled around yours, and her soft cry filled the room, bringing a flood of relief and joy. Viktor sat besides, his eyes shimmering with pride and love, while Jayce, unable to hide his excitement, gently lifted Elias up to see his new baby sister. Elias's wide, curious eyes took in the tiny bundle in your arms, his face lighting up with awe. After a moment of quiet admiration, you both agreed on a name—Aurelia. It felt perfect, like a new light shining in your lives, a beautiful addition to the family that had already given you so much love.

[yanmuffins]

Imagine if in the DC vs. Vampires universe, Reader dies shortly before Damian is even there? Dick having a lot of guilt and that's partly why he wants to turn Damian. So this baby sibling doesn't die. But Phineas Reader, Damian, Perry, and Doofenshmirts accidentally hop on over and Vampire King Dick becomes yandere? Especially when he finds out that, in a timeline you survived, his alternate neglected Reader.

Vampire Dick tries to bite us and turn us into a vampire. This registers to us as a murder attempt and we recognize the behavior in our Dick when he goes yandere? Reader just going, "He's suddenly nice to me. He's manipulating me to kill me, just like he did in the other dimension!" And Tim, who's babysitting Reader this time, flips and asks what we're talking about. "Oh. It was a really weird dimension. Dick was the Vampire King, slowly gaining power by turning all his friends and teammates into vampires, saving the Bat Family for last. But he immediately bashed your skull in after he ripped out Bruce's heart. He killed Cass and Steph and turned Damian, but the kid escaped. He tried to turn Jason, but Jason refused and the transformation didn't happen, killing him. Duke and Damian were leading the resistance against the vampires. So I helped make an invention that reversed vampirism."

Dick calls Reader cute enough to eat and reader is suddenly using aerosolized garlic like pepper spray.

i'm doing good, thank you!! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

warning: spoilers for dc vs vampires universe.

so, assuming there was a reader in this universe who was not neglected and they're dead because of non-vampire-apocalypse-related reasons, p&f! reader's arrival causes quite the reaction. terrible timing, with the vampire quandary and all, but they're not unhappy. however, the most they can do is help p&f! reader and damian be safe and have someone with them at all times.

but i don't think dick would immediately try to turn reader. too unpredictable, plus he'd risk blowing his cover. so he wait. kills the batfam, he tries to turn reader and both damians since, well, there was an extra one so why not? but they manage to escape with only the og vampire damian being turned. and vampire king dick is so sad :(( why do none of his little siblings want to hang out and overthrow humanity with him?? :((((((

in his head he's thinking that since his alternate version couldn't appreciate his sibling (and how negligent do you have to be to not notice their inventions on bruce's backyard?), he doesn't deserve them. they should just stay here, in this world, let him turn them into a vampire so they can stay by his side! that's obviously the universe giving him a second chance.

so, when they manage to defeat him and return to their dimension, reader (and damian!) are following dick around, watching out for any signs of vampirism. tim recounts what reader told him about the vampires, and dick gets a good laugh out of it. come on, he would never do any of that!

but when dick's yandere-ness starts showing, reader will avoid him like the plague. he'll catch them eyeing him suspiciously while whispering to damian in a corner of the manor. he might not be a vampire, but sometimes there's something about him that's really unsettling...

[mya-valentine]

Scenario: Breaking Up an Argument Between Kaeya and Diluc

Setting: The courtyard of the Knights of Favonius headquarters. Kaeya and Diluc are having one of their infamous arguments, tension crackling in the air as their voices raise. Several knights, including Jean, Lisa, and Amber, are observing from a distance, both amused and concerned. Reader, being close to both of them, steps in to stop the chaos.

Kaeya: with a smug grin “Oh, come on, Diluc. Always so uptight, aren’t we? It’s like you can’t handle even the slightest bit of banter.”

Diluc: scowling, arms crossed “You mistake banter for recklessness, as usual. Some of us actually care about responsibility.”

Kaeya: chuckling “Responsibility? Or are you just afraid to admit you’re wrong for once?”

Diluc: voice rising “I’m not—”

Reader: stepping between them “Alright, that’s enough! You two, seriously?”

The tension pauses as both Kaeya and Diluc blink in surprise at Reader, who is now standing between them, hands on hips like an exasperated parent.

Reader: pointing at Kaeya “Kaeya, stop poking the bear. You know exactly how to get under his skin, and you’re doing it on purpose.”

Kaeya: feigning innocence “Who, me? I would never.”

Reader: narrowing their eyes “Don’t even try it. I know you better than that.”

Kaeya: grinning slightly, but raising his hands in mock surrender “Fine, fine, I’ll behave.”

Reader: turning to Diluc “And you, Diluc, you need to stop taking everything so personally. Kaeya’s always going to be like this, and you can’t keep letting him get to you every time.”

Diluc: grumbling “I wouldn’t have to react if he didn’t act like such a—”

Reader: cutting him off “Uh-uh! No more bickering. I’ve seen toddlers with better conflict resolution skills.”

The watching knights, including Jean and Lisa, can’t help but exchange amused looks. Lisa chuckles softly, folding her arms as she watches.

Lisa: “I have to say, I’m impressed. It’s not often anyone manages to shut them both up.”

Jean: smiling softly “They really do act like children sometimes. It’s nice that someone can handle them.”

Amber: whispering “I should take notes for next time…”

Reader: giving both Kaeya and Diluc a firm look “Now, you’re both going to stop this nonsense and behave like the adults you are, or so help me, I’ll separate you two like a couple of squabbling kids.”

Kaeya: leaning in with a smirk “You mean like a time-out?”

Reader: deadpan ��Yes. Exactly like a time-out. One of you in Mondstadt, the other at the Winery. Don’t tempt me.”

Diluc: sighing, pinching the bridge of his nose “Fine. But this doesn’t mean I agree with him.”

Reader: rolling their eyes “I don’t expect miracles. I’ll settle for peace.”

As the argument dies down, Kaeya shoots a wink at Reader, clearly amused by the whole situation, while Diluc gives a small, reluctant nod of thanks for ending the confrontation before it escalated further.

Kaeya: teasing “I think you’d make a good babysitter, Reader. You’re a natural at this.”

Reader: smirking “I’m only like this with certain people.”

Diluc: grumbling under his breath “I don’t need babysitting.”

Reader: with a playful smile “Uh-huh, sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

The watching knights are barely holding back their laughter now. Jean coughs into her hand to hide her amusement, while Lisa doesn’t even try to hide her grin.

Lisa: to Jean “I think we should just let Reader handle them from now on. They seem to have the magic touch.”

Jean: smiling “I think you’re right.”

As the knights disperse, the lingering tension between Kaeya and Diluc fades, but not without one last exchange of smirks and glares between the two. Thanks to Reader, though, the situation is diffused—at least for today.

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Masterlist

[rogueddie]

Unexpected Delights T | 468 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is Co-Parenting

Having a child of their own is something that Eddie and Steve have been talking about for a long time. It's something that Eddie had thought Steve would push for more. Instead, he accepts Eddies explanation with ease.

It makes Eddie feel... uncomfortable, for some reason. But he knows he was right to tell Steve "I'm not ready yet".

Being a father is a big responsibility, something Steve and Eddie are both aware of. They both know that, if they are to adopt or have a surrogate, they both need to be completely on board.

Only, Eddie had thought Steve would push more.

He's not sure why he feels disappointed.

"Why not have a trial run?" Robin suggests, when Eddie turns to her for advice. "I can talk to Dustin. You could both work together to babysit Evie and see if it's something you could do."

"Oh, you're a genius."

Steve is just as excited by the idea, but especially when Eddie reluctantly admits that he has been thinking about potentially having a child with Steve.

Plus, an excuse to spend time with Dustin and Suzies newborn, alone, is an idea that Steve finds perfect.

Dustin, tired from work and daycare, is also thrilled at the idea.

"Maybe we'll finally sleep through the night."

"Yikes," Eddie winces. "That bad?"

Dustin laughs, patting him on the shoulder. "You're about to find out!"

Despite how they prepare, with Dustin's warnings and Steve banking on his previous babysitting knowledge, the first day is rough.

It's hard to find a rhythm, to settle into the new routine. They have a lot of false starts, until finally...

"She's so cute," Steve whispers, rocking the baby in his arms.

Eddie wishes he could take a photo of them. He settles for stepping closer, hands settling on Steve's hips.

"Yeah," he whispers, pressing a light kiss to Steve's forehead. "You two are the cutest thing I've ever seen."

"Shut up," Steve rolls his eyes.

"We should definitely look for a surrogate. The only thing that would make this sight better is if you were holding a little mini Harrington."

"I don't know... I think we could handle some mini Munsons too."

"Ok, we're not having six kids."

"Wh- hey, I wasn't thinking six! Like... maybe four."

"Jesus Christ."

"I'm joking, I only really want two. So they can have a sibling."

"Oh. Yeah, that..." Eddie looks down at little Evie. "Yeah. It'd be nice to have a sibling."

"Two kids, then?"

"Two."

Steve beams.

Eddie is sure that he's struggling to keep still, practically vibrating with joy.

"We're a good team," he finally manages to say. Eddie worries that his cheeks will start to ache with how wide his smile is. "Great babysitters, at least."

"And we'll be even better dads."

"You think?"

"I know."

[reveseke]

Tony, avengers & teen! BW! reader headcanons

Warnings? None really, okay maybe inhumane practice? (Talks about muzzling a teenager for biting problems. It's a suggestion, nothing that big or described tbh.) Also, this encompasses a lot more than just Tony, but I tried to keep it on Tony primarily lol.

A/N: Ssooo this had been requested by 🕷️anon. I'm so sorry this took me so long, but here it is. Also I'm all over the place at first bc background to thinking process and so on, but this was really fun! I hope you like them, I guess? :')

BW! Reader -> black widow (spiderman) reader

Okay, okay, okay okayookaylaku anyways, so I don't think Tony is big on kids (going by the movies) so it's probably Pepper and Fury who rope him into adopting reader!! I firmly believe it was Fury who placed them with the avengers & Tony, specifically to be under Tony's guardianship as a way to manage them & Tony himself bc we know Tony is a reckless fucker himself.

Character personalities based on different Earths; most notable is earth-12041 animation universe specifically, not the comics. Tony is based on the ironman sequel & E12041, Nat mentioned and is based on E12041. Pepper's personal interpretation of motherly leaning and someone's is good at getting along with others easily. Nick is a dick and based on E12041.

Sooo, now that's out of the system here's some of the headcanons :')

— Tony who was against the idea of having BW! Reader under his wing and BW! Reader who was against being in the avengers compound in general bc the avengers are still roped in with the government and so on.

-> take on hostile BW! Reader who is trying to escape every minute they're given. Someone who doesn't trust anybody and has been left to stew in their own mind for too long!!

-> que Tony somewhat sympathizing with Reader after reading into their past & family (especially if the reader didn't really have a good family to begin with.) — however, leaving the past open for now.

— I firmly believe that BW! Reader is as hostile to The Avengers as they would be to the police and such. Quite the anti government & police type of guy.

-> ALSO See the shock of the people Reader was primarily around / from the area under their protection when a journalist or someone on the net offhandly mentions that the young vigilante has been spotted around the avengers !!

-> or they take notice that the home grown vigilante has moved!! See the outrage. (Tbh, BW! Reader is either willingly getting let back to his home streets OR they escape to them.)

— Tony and the avengers are aware of Reader's reputation and I believe there's some safe precautions and jokes about them biting the team members or Tony on an average day (either from Flint or Tony himself) uhh.. yeah.

-> when I say safe precautions, see Fury having his men make a special muzzle for the reader or something alike that limits their erratic behavior.

— Also, Tony would probably be either disappointed or impressed (or both) with the reader regarding their biting habits and ways of handling the situations (which often ends with someone being killed or seriously injured).

-> And him basically being given options (that Tony sees as something that might set Reader off instead.) by Fury on how he should be handled. (See the precaution one over this one lol)

— BW! Reader who does not adjust well into the situation at first, but learns fast what he can do and cannot do and how much he can stretch and bend the rules without getting in trouble.

— Que Tony being impressed how easily he can lose track of the teen as he escaped the tower multiple times without being properly detected.

— BW! Reader who later on adjusts slowly but does no longer harbor outright hate for Tony or the Avengers, maybe to captain in some cases but still.

— tbh It would be funny if they warmed up to Pepper the first time around and Happy is the second person who was put to "babysit" them. (Maybe Nat as well? y'know shared identity name — the two widows [except Reader is probably being referred to with a secondary alias or as a BW junior/ mini BW/ Kid black widow, or just simply "BW" if they bonded. Alllsssooo, Nat helping BW! Reader with training!!])

— Also Tony having no patience or fatherly bone for Reader at first and it's Pepper counseling Tony about it. Short tempered slowly adjusting himself as well. And if BW! Reader is big on tech then random bonding time after Tony figures the teen out about it!!

— I mentioned before hand Fury putting Reader under Tony's guardianship to manage him. And I mean that, Tony's reckless and Fury thinking that having a kid under his wing might, just might actually help him keep tabs on the stubborn millionaire easier.

-> que Reader saying fuck it and refusing to speak or help out Fury on that management assignment.

— also first impressions are kinda poor imo, I don't think BW! Reader would have anything good to say about Fury or Tony. Rude, outright might get volatile.

[princessbrunette]

imagine meeting rafe by babysitting for toddler!wheezie?????

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stop this is sooo cute i love writing big brother rafe with toddler wheeze :(

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he’s more pissed than anything at first, wondering why on earth his father didn’t trust him to be a responsible adult and care for his little sister now that ward was away on business more times than not. the last thing rafe wanted was a stranger snooping around and weaselling their way into the benefits that came along with being a cameron.

his mind changed when he saw just how pretty you are, and not just that — how sweet and polite too. he hangs out in the doorway watching you play with his sister, trying to put on an expression that showcased scepticism but it always softened to intrigue. wheezie loved you, and he couldn’t even question why.

the boy wanders in, watching you knelt beside the curly haired toddler in your cute little summer dress and big smile. “soooo, i’m thinking… we should go and get ice-cream!” you grin, emphasising the last part to catch her attention. it works, and she claps excitedly with a squeal.

“i’ll drive us.” rafe suddenly pipes up and your head spins to him, blinking a few times in surprise.

“oh, really?” you smile politely, if not a little awkwardly at the sudden appearance of the child’s oldest brother who you’d seen floating around.

“well i’ve got nothing to do… and i figured i should get to know the person spending all this time with my little sister.” he shrugs, pulling his hands out his pockets to swing his car keys round his finger.

“yes, of course.” you submit to the idea, clambering to your feet as wheezie runs towards him.

“raaa—e!” she yells happily, pummelling into his legs before he bends down to swoop her up, planting her on his hip.

“hey, kiddo.” he pinches her nose briefly making her sniff and giggle. you grab your purse and send rafe a kind smile, letting him lead the way to his car. he hands you the kid, which feels odd and parental of the two of you and he quickly sets up the car seat in his car, letting you fasten wheezie inside. you hover by the passenger door, unsure of whether or not he’d rather you sit in the back. “go ahead.” he nods obviously and you climb in, placing your hands in your lap, making one sided conversation with wheezie to settle some awkwardness.

the two of you chat, rafe asking most of the questions about where you’re from and what you did before babysitting — the polite interrogation feeling like another interview for the position, but you didn’t mind — it was understandable that the current man of the house would wanna know who was practically living in it with him all of a sudden.

things get more comfortable as the two of you get chatting, walking into the icecream parlour as a three. he didn’t know he’d like the feeling so much, thinking on it as he glances at you pointing out the different colours of icecream behind the glass to his little sister. he’s fishing in his wallet as he does so, paying for the three of you. it made him feel… good. important. he hadn’t much thought of having children before, he knew he wanted to one day but it seemed like a far away thought. having a cute little baby, and a pretty gentle girl by his side calmed him, gave him the sense of authority he was looking for.

he has to remind himself not to place a hand on your lower back when you walk to the little table, chuckling himself when you let wheezie take her own spoon and messily feed herself.

“good job honey!” you coo as she manages to get some into her mouth before offering you the saliva covered spoon. “ohhh, no thank you!”

rafe decided he must have you, and seeing as you were now living in his house, ward being on a long trip — it would make things a lot easier. his own practice family, with you.

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[ancha-aus]

RealAge AU Drabble - Parentalbond Dust

I am back :3 Another drabble for the RealAge AU (Thanks @spotaus as always for starting this treat by treating me to the first prompt that got this ball rolling)

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Remember how in the last drabble I uploaded i mentioned those parentalbonds? (honestly if you read my drabbles in order these before things won't make ANY kind of sense... anyway!)

I had been thinking about how all of them bond with they new tiny boss and finally settles on how. The question then was. Who goes first?

I decided to go in order of who bonded with Nightmare first :3

So, big surprise. Dust. (everyone was surprised by this)

Warnings as always, unedited and unbeta'ed. We are here for a good and fun time.

Slight warning for Ghost/hallucination Papyrus being rude and mean and intrusive thoughts.

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Dust can admit that Nightmare is fast. Dust is just faster, by a lot.

As soon as Nightmare shifts Dust has an arm around him and drags him back to his side.

Nightmare glares at him, and it would have been terrifying and effective.

If Nightmare wasn't tiny.

Fuck DUst is still not over how TINY his boss is now.

Can Dust even still call him boss? That would be weird. Kiler tends to call Nightmare Tiny Boss now but Dust isn't quite set on a name yet.

Nightmare grumbles nad glares to the side once it becomes clear once again that Dust isn't going to get intimidated.

Nightmare glances at him before crossing his arms as he looks to the side "This is stupid."

Dust nods "I agree." Dust did not want to be here just watching Nightmare and keeping him from wandering and getting lost.

A cackle and then a whisper Really? First kidnaping and now keeping him a prisoner? How low you have sunk. Keeping a child captured and locked away.

Dust's hand forms a fist as he tries to ignore the muttering. They just need Nightmare to see he can trust them. That is all. That takes time. The chackle just chackles on.

Nightmare shoots him a look "It is stupid. I don't need supervision. I am fine on my own."

Dust goes to nod before blinking and shooting him a look "Yeah no. Nice try. I am staying right here."

Nightmare looks beyond annoyed but it is justified that one of them watches over him. Mostly because Nightmare had already managed to almost escape three times.

Look, it has been an hectic week since they euh... found Nightmare again.

Even more laughter that no one else hears Oh? That is what you call it now? That is what you call stalking a child? Following him everywhere? Finding out where he feels safest and surprising him there? Hah! Found! You are a liar and you even lie to yourself.

Dust glares harder at the dark wall as he pulls his knees up and leans on those as he watches the wall, still being a physical barrier between Nightmare and the door.

Nightmare glares at him but Dust just keeps glaring at the shedwall. Waiting. Hoping one of the others will come to relieve him of this babysitting duty. He hates it. He feels useless and stuck.

A huff Wow? Really? You decided to capture him and now you are annoyed you have to watch your prisoner? And even better the one you captured was the one to save you before? You really are thankless and impossible to please. You will never be happy or content and you don't deserve to feel other of those things.

Dust takes another deep breath. He needs a distraction. But what?!

Dust takes out his phone and scrolls through what he has on there. He sees a few movies and gets an idea.

He needs to wait while the others get supplies anyway. Cross is getting information about the multiverse, Horror is getting them food and Killer is getting them overall supplies.

Which means they should still be busy for a while.

Dust pauses as he shoots Nightmare a look. Nightmare had just been sitting there staring at his own feet as he wiggles his feet a bit. Distracted for a bit.

Dust grins as he reaches for Nightmare and quickly grabs him.

Nightmare immediantly freezes for a moment before glaring "What?!"

Dust grins and just turns him around and his old hoody that Nightmare had taken and stolen ages ago. and as Nightmare has his arms crossed he puts the hoody on him. He yelps but Dust doens't give him time to try and get his arms in the right sleeves. Instead Dust ties those together.

He thinks for a moment before grabbing his scarf and using that to tie up the slippery skeleton.

Dust takes a step back to watch his handy work and can't help but snort.

Nightmare looks shocked down at his state. The hoody already making it harder for him to move and now the scarf kept him even more from moving. The problem was. With Nightmare just being tiny and looking like a babybones... He looks plainly adorable. Fuck Dust kinda wished he had made a bow instead of a knot but he has a mission.

Dust nods and looks at Nightmare "Don't move. I am going to grab some food." He turns and leaves the shed.

It should take Nightmare at least a little while to escape that situation. And Nightmare hadn't tried another teleport after he butchered the last one and got them all thrown into a river. Which means that Dust doubts he will try another one soon.

Dust follows the road and by memory finds the pizza place they walked by not too long ago. He only has to wait for a little while before a delivery boy goes by on bike. He kicks off the guy and snatches the bag. Dust is already in the bushes again before the human has time to form a completely sentence.

Dust has to take a bit of a longer way back to make sure he doesn't go over the road. But as he cuts through backyards and gardens he can't help but feel a bit anxious. What if Nightmare escapes? How is he going to explain that.

By the time he is by the shed again he is close to shaking. He opens it and snorts as Nightmare seems to have fallen over. Less funny is the fact he has almost wiggled his way out of his trappings.

Dust puts the bag to the side and silently joins Nightmare's side "And? Is it working?"

Nightmare freezes before a mutter "I hate you."

That.

Dust isn't sure how to explain how much that hurts.

A sneer Really? Are your poor feelings hurt? By just that? What? Are you sad your so-called boss finally hates you? After all the disappointment and betrayal? And yet you feel sad? You truly are nothing but disgusting and disapointing trash.

Dust ignores it as he pulls Nightmare back upright and undoes the scarf binding and unknots the sleeves. Dust has already helped Nightmare with getting on of his arms into the right sleeve before Dust realises what he is doing.

Dust freezes and Nightmare ignores him as he quickly finishes dressing himself. After which Nightmare glances at him with an expecting look.

Dust instead just sits down on his spot on the ground. Opens the bag and fishes out the food. Oh nice. two pizzas instead of one. He lays both open near him before spotting some weird shake things, three of them. Dust shrugs again and places them near them. Next he grabs Nightmare again and pulls him right by his side as he opens his phone and scrolls through the movies.

Dust very quickly realises he deosn't really have movies without a high rating on his phone.Dust isn't even sure how far Nightmare's mind is at the moment.

Dust knows that Nightmare knows who they are. But Dust doens't know how old Nightmare is mentally at the moment. It isn't like Nightmare is sharing any of that information with them at the moment but Dust thinks he is at least a child again. He just also still has his adult form's memories and that is causing a bit of a disconnect.

Dust sighs and looks at Nightmare "Do you like horror movies?"

Nightmare shoots him a suspicious look before answering "I don't dislike them. They can be..." a frown as Ngihtmare thinks for a while before answering with some difficulty "interesting."

That was another thing that is slightly adorable. Nightmare is trying to still speak like he used to before but it seems that some of his knowledge has disappeared after regaining his true body.

Dust nods as he puts on the horror movie. It is one he thinks is okay even after seeing it four times. And only one of those four was because Dust had wanted to watch it.

He presses play and the movie starts.

Nightmare at first tries to keep his distance but it is a matter of time before he is focussed fully on the movie.

Dust grabs some food and eats it. He makes sure it push some towards Nightmare including one of the drinks.

The movie plays and they watch as some dude bro guy walks through the froest. Shouting about how he isn't scared and to come get him!

"... Why?"

Dust blinks and looks at Nightmare. Nightmare stares at him.

Dust looks back at his phone and the now paused movie "Why the guy is screaming? Mostly he is stupid?"

Nightmare frowns beofre looking away "No. I mean... Why.... this?"

Dust looks at the pizza and his phone "I just wanted to watch a movie?"

More frustration on Nightmare's face before he sighs. He then just looks back at the phone with a resigned expression. "okay."

Dust hates that. No. That isn't right. Nightmare doesn't give up and certainly doesn't give up getting answers to questions he has. Dust doesn't press play and looks at Nightmare "What why?"

Ngihtmare glances to the side. To all their things. "You don't... want to be here... with me. Why..."

Dust frowns "I told you? To make sure you don't escape."

More frustration on that tiny face and Ngihtmare looks away "it's not..." another sigh "whatever. When will you kill me?"

dead silence.

Dust turns sharply "What?!"

Nightmare shrugs "I figured... I wanne know."

Dust stares at Nightmare "What the hell? No we don't want you dead?! Why would we go out of our way to find you just to hurt and kill you?!"

Nightmare sits very still before shrugging again "it is the normal thing... normally."

The book. The fucking story. Fuck! He is a fucking idiot!

Nightmare is a child again! Nightmare is in the middle of his fucking trauma! To him the trauma happened days ago! Of course he thinks they would hurt him. That is what always happens.

How long has Nightmare thought that was the only reason anyone ever came to him? How long had a six year old have to fear the sound of someone approaching.

Dust looks away "We... aren't going to kill you... or hurt you." but... why would he beleive his words? Why would he believe anything any of them say after they arleady betrayed him once?

"okay."

It didn't sound like an okay in the way that he heard and believed what Dust said. it was an okay in the sense of a child being afraid to disagree.

Fuck.

Dust isn't sure how to... how to fix this mess. The mess he had partly created. He isn't even sure this can be fixed...

Dust glances back at him and speaks quieter "I mean it... we aren't going to hurt you. We don't want that." wait... he never... "I am sorry."

a long silence but he forces more out "we shouldn't have left. I shouldn't have left. I just... figured it wasn't my place anymore. I was wrong. I am sorry i left you." and it won't happen again.

Even just saying those things. Apologising. Dust feels lighter. It feels good. He needed Nightmare ot hear that Dust now realises.

Ngihtmare doens't say anything about it but does relax a tiny bit next to him. A very very fragile and tiny show of trust and Dust wants to grab it with both hands but he does't know how!

For now he turns the movie on again and makes sure the babybones is near him and eating and drinking.

Dust isn't even watching the movie anymore. He just listens out in case there is anyone who will try to hurt Nightmare or tempt this uneasy peace they have managed to create.

THe movie plays on and Dsut suddenly feels a weight against him. He turns and stares. Because Nightmare is asleep while leaning against him. Out like a light.

It doesn't even surprise Dust. As Dust doubts that Nightmare slept at all in this last week. Maybe even not before they took him with them.

Dust can't help but notice the very dark marks under those sockets. clear sighs of lack of sleep.

Dust moves slowly and carefully as he picks Nightmare up and puts him in his lap. Fuck he is freezing. Dust wraps his own hoody around him and it helps him relax.

He is safe. He is asleep. And while getting Ngihtmare to trust them again will be a long time and healing will be even longer... For now Dust is happy with his arms full of babybones.

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[journey-to-the-attic]

3rd anniversary req 21: [DDVD] levi, satan, beel / babysitting

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note: i tried to incorporate most of what the request form said - hope you're happy with this, anon! this one's just precious <3

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“Behave,” Lucifer says sternly, and shuts the door.

Levi exchanges a look with Satan. For some reason, he gets the feeling that Lucifer was talking to them, and not the toddler clinging to the back of Satan’s leg.

He cranes his neck down. IK is already staring wistfully at the door. Satan would probably compare her to a lost kitten; Levi thinks the look is more akin to a sad Lotan.

“Beel’s in the kitchen,” He says to Satan in an undertone, and the two of them hastily adjourn to three-sevenths of a family meeting.

Couldn't Lucifer have picked any other day for whatever fancy reservation he's made for their date? It's clear he doesn't entirely trust the only three babysitters available. He knows this because Lucifer added all three of them to a hastily-made, very secret group chat a few hours ago - to warn them of what would happen if anything went wrong. 

The three of them sit silently around the kitchen table for about five minutes. Finally, Satan clears his throat, and looks at Levi.

“You’re the oldest here,” He says. “You should know what to do.”

Levi grimaces. “Well, I don’t.”

The three of them look to IK, who is sitting solemnly in the head chair. None of them know where Lucifer keeps her booster seat, so she can only just about see over the edge of the table. (IK usually protests about having to use it, so she seems happy with the situation.)

“It can’t be that hard,” Satan mutters, mostly to himself. “If Lucifer can handle it.”

Usually that means no one else can, Levi thinks, but wisely chooses not to say this out loud. But it can’t be that different to what we usually do… right? I mean, I guess we don’t really do the proper care stuff. That’s Zhao’s thing. We just hang out with her…

“Pom-pom,” IK mumbles.

Satan blinks, then tilts his head to the side and leans forward. “Sorry?”

“Pom-pom,” IK repeats, louder this time.

“I don’t… what’s ‘pom-pom’? Is it one of your toys?”

“Hmph,” IK says, then hops down from her chair and toddles out of the kitchen with such authority that none of them think to stop her.

It takes Beel’s phone going off to bring them back to reality. Lucifer has sent them, rather aptly, a parenting book. Satan decides to stay behind to read it while Beel and Levi are sent to wrangle the kid - and figure out what she’s actually after.

IK hasn’t made it far. She still can’t get up the stairs on her own, nor can she open any of the doors without full-body ramming into them, so she’s only managed to make it a little way down the corridor.

“Pom-pom,” She insists when they catch up with her.

“We don’t have pom-pom,” Levi says a little breathlessly, even though he really didn’t go that fast. “Can’t you just tell us what you want?”

IK cannot, apparently. She leads them on a merry chase in about five circles around the ground floor (she kicks every time they try to pick her up) before finally sitting down in a huff in the middle of the living room. Levi’s secretly a little grateful for the chance to rest his legs - this is the most he’s moved in the last month.

“The floor’s cold,” Beel says patiently, attempting to pick her up. IK manages to wiggle cleanly out of his hands and goes straight back to the ground. “Come on, let’s go sit somewhere comfy, okay?”

“Pom-pom,” IK mumbles, beginning to look a little tearful. The look on her face makes it clear: if Lucifer was here, he’d totally know what to do by now. 

It’s, quite frankly, unfair. He’s already good at everything else. Levi had really expected childcare to be the one thing to trip him up.

Situations like these really call for Asmo. Once again, Levi finds himself wondering why in hell he’s here.

“IK,” He tries - unable to muster one of Asmo’s many pet names and resorting instead to sounding as pathetic as possible, in hopes that she’ll take pity on him. “IK, c’mon. Wanna come see Henry? You like Henry.”

Beel tries to pick her up again. IK gives him a severe, uncannily Lucifer-like look, then stubbornly slips down until she's lying flat on her back.

“We need some blocks,” Satan announces, walking into the room with far too much confidence. “Do we have blocks?”

“Of course we don’t,” Levi says miserably, about two minutes away from lying on the floor himself. “Why would we?”

“Then I will go find some blocks,” Satan says decisively, and walks straight back out again.

IK stays on the ground, staring blankly up into the ceiling. She doesn’t look as if she’s throwing a tantrum so much as she looks like she’s lost all hope in the world. It kind of hurts his heart.

He glances up at Beel. His brother’s brow is deeply furrowed in thought. After a moment, he sits down, and carefully pushes his palm underneath IK’s head. If she won’t get up, at least he can give her a pillow.

Satan comes back with a crate that he says Lucifer’s been keeping in his study (which is supposed to be locked right now, but that’s on Lucifer for not using a strong enough charm), and produces a set of patterned blocks that he attempts to gently encourage IK to play with. All IK does is hold them limply.

“Maybe she needs a nap?” Beel suggests, but IK doesn’t seem to like that idea. In fact, after hearing the word, she appears to start deliberately keeping her eyes open for as long as possible out of spite.

Satan looks something up on his phone - steadfastly refusing to call Lucifer - then abruptly hurries off again. He comes back with some cardboard, a ball of wool, and a pair of scissors. IK lifts her head to watch him with interest as he sets about snipping and tying. Finally:

“There you are,” Satan announces triumphantly, and presents IK with a little green ball of fluff. “A pom-pom.”

IK sits up and holds it blankly. Then she shakes her head.

The dismay on Satan’s face would be funny if Levi didn’t feel terrible for him. “No? Is it the wrong colour?”

“Pom-pom,” IK says sadly.

“Fine…” He reaches out to take it back, only for IK to snatch the pom-pom-that-isn't-the-right-pom-pom back. “Hey. I thought you didn’t want it.”

“Mine,” She mumbles stubbornly, and dodges his next grab as well. “Mine!”

“But it’s not your pom-pom, is it?” Satan asks, now beginning to grin. “Come on, give it back.”

“No!” IK scrambles to her knees, then shuffles to hide behind Beel’s broad back. “Mine!”

“I made it! Give it back!”

“NO!”

Clutching the pom-pom, IK jumps to her feet - and, wobbling unsteadily from side to side, full-on sprints out of the living room.

Satan reacts first, almost as if he were expecting it. Hauling himself to his feet, he practically gallops after her, leaving Beel and Levi in stunned silence, still sitting helplessly on the floor.

“I didn’t know she could go that fast,” Levi says after a moment. “Do you think Mammon’s been teaching her?”

“We should probably go after them…” Beel glances down at the crate. “Should we bring the blocks?”

Satan has cornered IK in the library when they catch up with them. Even as they sidle awkwardly through the door, she looks sharply around the room, spots the still-ajar door to Lucifer’s office, and promptly zooms inside. Satan, of course, doesn’t hesitate to do the same.

Levi follows just in time to see him double-evade her around the desk, then shoot forward and sweep her cleanly off the ground - “Got you!”

“No!” IK insists, even though she’s giggling so loudly that the word is barely discernible.

“No? Certainly looks like you’re— ow!”

Something has flown out of Lucifer’s desk and propelled itself directly into Satan’s face - so hard that he’s shoved backwards into a cabinet and knocks a bottle off its stand. IK does not help things grabbing a fistful of his hair to keep herself steady.

“What the—” On closer inspection, the thing that came out of the desk appears to be a little stuffed pigeon. As Satan spins around, attempting to regain his bearings, it folds its wings and jabs its little felt beak at his eyes.

“What do we do?!” Levi yelps, hands braced to do something, though he hasn’t the faintest idea what.

IK isn’t giggling so much as she is wailing now - Satan, though still reeling, has enough sense to pass her off to Levi before attempting to wave the pigeon off. His arms windmill around so wildly that it’s only a matter of time before he—

“Oof!” Levi manages to shield the back of IK’s head with his hand, but his own nose isn’t so lucky. “Watch where your hands are going!”

“I’m getting attacked!” Satan snarls, and looks one peck away from zapping the pigeon into dust. “Do something!”

“What am I supposed to do?!”

Beel, at this point finally stepping into the situation, clearly has more wits about him than either of them. He surveys the situation, steps forward, and plucks the pigeon cleanly from the air.

It goes straight to ferociously attacking its fingers. Without the momentum of flight on its side, though, its blows are virtually harmless. At this, Levi hesitantly lowers his hand from IK’s head.

“This definitely has Lucifer written all over it,” Satan grunts, a hand pressed over his eye. “Smug bas… ahem. Am I bleeding?”

Levi leans over and peers at his face for a moment. “Nah, you’re good.”

He lowers his hand, but he doesn’t look any less mutinous. “Who gave him the idea of putting toy security in his desk?”

“I don’t think it’s security,” Beel says, holding the pigeon’s head still with one hand and reading its label with the other. “I think it’s a toy for IK. See?”

The company name does check out. That doesn’t explain why it comes to life and attacks people, though.

“Well, it’s not a spell I’ve seen anywhere before, so don’t look at me,” Satan grumbles.

Beel inspects the plush pigeon for another moment, then (still carefully holding it still) holds it out to IK. She looks frightened - but, under his reassuring gaze, slowly reaches out, and bumps a little fist to its beak.

The pigeon immediately stills. Levi would’ve thought he’d just hallucinated the whole thing if it weren’t for the red mark on Satan’s forehead.

“Oh,” says Satan himself, realisation dawning. “He enchanted it. That’s…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence, but clearly he isn’t angry anymore. Beel gently presses the pigeon into IK’s arms, and it comes briefly to life again to tuck its head lovingly against her cheek.

“That isn’t an easy enchantment,” Satan murmurs, wiping his brow. “He’s probably not done testing it.”

“Looks like it works fine to me,” Levi says, watching IK attempt to feed the pigeon her green pom-pom. “Do you like it, IK?”

“Mmm,” IK says, flapping the pigeon’s wings. The pom-pom falls out of her arms and lands softly on the floor.

She notices its absence after a moment and makes a sound of dismay. Satan huffs, then stoops to pick it up for her.

“At least you like it,” He mutters, passing it back to her. “Are you sure it’s not your pom-pom?”

IK shakes her head seriously. She gazes at him for a moment, then mumbles something and makes a gesture in his general direction. Levi obligingly leans forward.

“What now?” Satan sighs, but ducks down to her level anyway. “Are you going to hit me, too?”

Far from it. IK pats his cheek until he stops frowning, then stretches up to the red mark on his brow and gives it a kiss.

“...oh.”

If Levi didn’t know better, he’d say Satan was dangerously close to tears. His brother clears his throat and offers a slightly shaky smile. “Thanks.”

IK hums, then pulls both pigeon and pom-pom tight to her chest, and tucks her head under Levi’s chin. Before he can stop himself, he lets out a sharp squeak, like a poorly-oiled door.

“I think it’s time for a nap now,” Beel says, watching her with a little smile. “Let’s go.”

“Okay,” He agrees, voice quivering, and follows him out of the office. Satan stays behind briefly to shut the drawer the pigeon flew out of, but doesn’t bother re-locking the door.

The crate of toys is still sitting in the middle of the library. Levi gingerly lowers himself into an armchair and lets IK figure out how she wants to sleep; Beel sits down on the floor directly opposite him and contents himself with watching her.

Satan stands silently for a while, then settles beside the toy crate and starts methodically stacking the blocks himself. Levi watches him, too afraid of disturbing IK to move.

“She’ll probably be hungry when she wakes up,” says Beel, setting his chin on his knees. “I think there are some strawberries left in the kitchen.”

“We need something more substantial than fruit.” Satan sets the final block on his tower, then promptly knocks the whole thing over and starts again. “Sandwiches, maybe…”

IK isn't asleep for long before she abruptly startles awake again. Levi opens his mouth to say something sappy that'd usually come out of Asmo - then quickly realises that something's up. 

"What?" Satan asks, sitting up. 

"I don't..."

IK is practically ramrod-straight in his arms. Her eyes are open, but she stares directly ahead of her, far into the distance.

Beel lifts his head and rises to his knees. "Give her here."

Levi can't do anything but acquiesce. IK doesn't respond at first, but almost as soon as she leaves Levi's arms, she takes in a sharp breath, and begins to whimper. 

"Wait—" Instinctively, he tries to snatch her back, but Beel holds firm. "Why... what's wrong?!"

"Nightmare," says Beel shortly. "Belphie used to do the same thing. Can you go get some water?"

It might be the fastest Levi has ever gone to do something. Beel doesn't get IK to drink it - instead, he dips a finger in, and draws a streak across her forehead. At this, IK pauses, eyes wide. 

Satan darts to pick up the pigeon from where it's fallen to the floor. It begins to move as soon as he presses it to IK's face - fluttering its wings and gently grazing its cheek against hers. Levi imagines he hears it coo. 

"Hi," Beel murmurs, doing the same trick with the water again This time, IK makes a sound of protest. "Don't worry, it's gone now."

IK mumbles something and twists away, attempting to wipe her forehead. Beel smiles and does it for her. "...there. That's how you know she's awake again."

"Bad dream, huh?" Satan clicks his tongue sympathetically, then leans down and kisses her forehead - returning the favour from earlier. "Are you still tired?"

She blinks slowly, then makes a quiet noise of affirmation. Beel nods seriously. "You can sleep again, then. We'll keep you safe, okay? Your dad will be home soon."

"Okay," IK whispers, and closes her eyes again.

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Some time later, Belphie gets home. By that weird twin-sense he shares with Beel, he comes straight to the library. Since IK went back to sleep, Levi's taken a turn on the building blocks, for want of something to do. 

“Do you know where IK’s pom-pom is?” Satan asks without looking up from his book.

“Huh?” Belphie drops his bag with a loud yawn. “What d’you mean, where?”

“She wouldn’t stop asking about it.” Levi precariously sets one tower on top of another. “We didn’t know what it was.”

“Oh, she wants pom-pom? That’s easy,” Belphie says with infuriating nonchalance, then wanders across the room, where IK is beginning to stir in Beel’s lap. “Hey, twinkle-star.”

The three of them can only watch in dawning realisation as Belphie crouches down, shifts seamlessly into demon form, then offers the end of his tail like it’s some kind of toy. IK blinks at him, then scrambles up and makes a grab for the fluffy bit at the end.

“Oh.” says Beel a little weakly. “You were talking about Belphie’s tail the whole time?”

“Pom-pom,” IK says happily.

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I seem to only think about movie quotes today, so have a bunch of Reader shenanigans!

*everyone is busy so the Brotherhood is babysitting, now they are trying to teach Bby how to use their wings from their mutation*

Pietro: Here...We...Go! *throws bby off a very, VERY, tall tower*

*They all run to the edge of and watch Reader continue to fall while Pietro remains unbothered*

Todd: ...They're still not flying.

Pietro: They will.

Fred: ...Still not.

Pietro: It'll happen.

Lance: ...This is a tall tower.

Pietro: That's why it's good.

Todd: You should get them.

Wanda: They're gonna fall to their death.

Pietro: They're taking their time.

*Reader screams*

Wanda: PIETRO!

Pietro: I did that when Dad threw me off the first time.

Lance: They're getting too close to the ground!

Pietro:....You know what? They're not gonna fly.

*Zooms down to the bottom to catch the kid.*

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Logan, about Morph: I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I think I'm coming down with something.

Victor, an annoying older brother: Ooooooohh, I know what you have, brother. The L word.

Reader, too ace for this: Yeah! Leprosy!

Victor: No, no, cub. It's four letters, starts with an L, ends with an E.

Reader: *thinking hard* Ahhhh! Lice!

Victor: No-

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Reader, distressed: They think I'm a fascist? But I don't control the railways or the flow of commerce!

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Mystique, being used as a mannequin: It looks awful.

Reader, sewing Rogue's prom dress: That's because it's on you, dear.

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Kitty, to Lance: Would you like to stay for dinner?

Reader, ultimate wingman (when they are told what's going on, at least): WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?!

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Reader, looking at Erik: You are a sad, strange little man, and you have my pity.

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*Reader and Magneto in a fight where they accidentally trigger a bomb*

Reader, shoving it at Magneto: Merry Christmas!

Erik, pushing it back: It's not Christmas!

Reader, tossing it at him and running away: Happy Hanukkah!

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Reader, about Victor: There's one in every family. And they always manage to ruin special occasions.

Logan: What am I going to do with him?

Reader: He'd make a very handsome throw rug.

Logan: Reader!

Reader: and just think, whenever he gets dirty, you can take him out and beat him!

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Lance: Rob? Tsk tsk tsk that's a naughty word. We never rob...we just borrow from those who can afford it.

Reader: Borrow? Boy, are we in debt.

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Gambit, carrying Reader after accidently lighting a bunch of fireworks with his power: Get off the roof Get off the roof Get off the roof!

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Reader, who has to be the distraction for the plan: I've got a jar of diiirrt! I've got a jar of diiiiiiiirrrrrrrt!

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Reader: Kurt, I'm afraid I've been thinking-

Kurt: a dangerous past time-

Reader: I know!

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Deadpool, hugging Reader: I shall call them Squishy and they shall be mine and they shall be my Squishy! Come here, Little Squishy!

Reader: *punches DP*

Deadpool: OW! BAD SQUISHY! BAD!

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Reader, about the X-Men: This is my family. I found it...all on my own. It's little...and broken...but still good....Yeah, still good.

This... is a masterpiece. Behold everyone, the saga of Reader!!!

Enjoy their antics, and weep from the funnies!!!

[gingerteawrites]

Babysitter - Geto Suguru

A/N: One of my lovely friends mentioned this idea in passing and I have NOT been able to stop thinking about it. So enjoy reading my brainrot lol. Definitely the start of a series hehe.

Content: geto suguru x female reader, dad!Geto, college student reader, non jujutsu au, angst, fluff.

Divider by: @k1ssyoursister

School be damned, the economy be damned. In fact, the entire world be damned. Making ends meet these days was becoming an achievement. And your little college student pockets hurt (more accurately, they were utterly and desperately empty).

You had applied for every open position you came across; on-campus, barista at your local cafes, server at that one sketchy bar and even dog walker but nothing seemed to last. Interviews went awry, creepy bosses drove you to the end of your wit and bad pay was routine. You sighed, beyond exasperated as you flopped onto your tiny twin bed.

Selling feet pics was starting to look a little too enticing of an option.

You unlocked your phone, scrolling through your email inbox, hoping to see something positive from any of the positions you had recently applied for.

**ding**

The pop-up of a notification draws your attention away from the endless emails --mostly unanswered-- and you open the text.

[girly I think I found you a job]

You immediately sit up, the words from Kugisaki leading fresh hope to bloom in your heart. Your fingers tap quickly across your keyboard.

[wait fr?? istg if you're playing with me]

[if you think i'm lying then i won't tell you what it is anymore]

[no, no come back] you send a string of crying emojis, imagining the smirk on her face before the typing bubbles reappear on your screen.

[since you asked so nicely! Babysitting job. A guest lecturer for one of my classes. Really chill dude]

You sighed, shoulders drooping as soon as your brain registered the message. You were about to turn your screen off when the bubble appeared again.

[I know you don't like babysitting jobs, but give this one a try okay? Plus the guy pays really well] attached was an email address, certainly that of the one looking to hire.

[Thank u, I really appreciate it <3] you typed back, flopping back onto your bed.

Your sighed again, and closed your eyes. It was so cold. Your town had been victim to a series of winter storms. Even nature seemed done with the world's shit. But the prospect of having to deal with another high electricity bill if you turned the heat any higher led you to your closet, grabbing one of your thicker hoodies instead.

You should be grateful. You muttered to yourself, heading to the bathroom and splashing water on your tired face. Financial aid covers tuition, and you are not homeless. You turned the faucet off, watching the heavy bags in your reflection. The person in the mirror looked so tired, life slowly drawn out of her. You should be grateful. The mantra had long lost its desired revitalizing effects but you kept at it regardless. Repeating it to yourself incessantly.

Somehow you managed to find leftover takeout in your tiny fridge, eating your dinner to the sound of your old radiator using the last of its life to barely warm the place. You sighed again, eyeing the email address your friend had sent you. She wouldn't recommend someone untrustworthy. She would never put you in harm's way.

Resigned, you drafted an email. The usual pleasantries, introduction and intent for the position. As soon as you clicked the send button, you pushed your phone away. It didn't matter. The person would probably ghost you anyway.

And then, you really would have to look into feet pic selling forums.

He had replied. In record time actually, only a few hours after you sent your email. Your eyes scanned over the words of the email again, in partial disbelief.

[Thank you for your interest. An interview with me and my girls is all I need to see if we would be a good fit. Please let me know your earliest availability]

Straight to the point and maybe a bit dry, but it was much better than most of what you had been getting. You chewed on your bottom lip, deep in thought.

Being in a strange man's house for extended periods of time was still unsettling.

You should be grateful for the opportunity. Are you really going to let your trauma get in the way. Stop acting so weak.

A reply was typed in before you could psych yourself out, sighing as you put your phone down. He better pay as well as Kugisaki promised. Well, you would find out soon anyway.

What kind of people were Geto Suguru and his daughters... If this job would finally allow you some respite. A hint of stability in these tumultuous times.

Trying to get myself out of a writing rut ughhh. I hope you enjoyed this one though, I'm really excited about starting another series. Let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Reblogs and comments are much appreciated(❁´◡`❁)

[mariamakeslemons]

Babysitting Blues and Horror Movie regrets

One of those times when Liebling is forced to be an adult while Love is just here for a good time. @ghouljams

You don’t really know what to do. After all, Witch apparently needed to borrow König and Ghost while she went on a trip with Price. Thus, leaving you with Love to look after Karma and Lilac. Apparently, something had hurt the little witch and Witch is off to make sure it doesn’t happen again or to any other children, needing a number of fae because it has something to do with a coven. You don’t know the details of that and decide it’s better to have plausible deniability should any dead bodies turn up.

(König pauses in ripping through the body of one of the kin-killing witches, pouting and whining. Ghost glances over at the idiot and scoffs, lifting his physical mask just enough to devour the heart in his hand. Of course the giant baby would know when his chosen love is thinking negatively about his hunt. The dumbass.)

“Um, M-Miss Shopkeeper?” Lilac stutters, less now than before. While a part of you wants to congratulate her on working through the stutter, you’re too busy staring at the movie she is holding up for you to see.

“Lilac, honey,” you try, “Why do you have Friday the Thirteenth?”

“Isn’t it a-a good movie? Miss P-Pink said it’s re-really good!” she replies, blinking her big sweet eyes at you. You close your eyes and take a slow breath.

“Hey! Liebling!” Love chirps, bounding over with Karma and a stack of horror movies, “You haven’t found any movies yet?” Karma whines, trying to grab one of the movies to gum on the container as you look at your friend.

“Oh, absolutely not,” you groan, moving to take the movies from her. Love whines once she realizes what you’re doing, going so far as to hand Karma off to Lilac to defend her stack of movies from you.

“We need child appropriate movie! Kids movies!” you yell, uncaring about the scene you’re making as Love keeps moving just out of your grasp.

“But Lieblinnnnnnnnng,” she draws out. From the corner of your eye, you see that Lilac has set the movie in her hands into the collective basket, focused more on keeping Karma supported in her arms as the baby babbles at the girl. At least one of your charges seems to have some kind of priority.

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Witch returns to your shop several days later, König practically running her over to get inside, only for both to stop upon seeing you with your head on your register desk.

“Is something wrong?” Witch asks softly when you slowly lift your head from the desk. You see her relax when she spots Lilac putting out some merchandise that was running low up front, but you can only groan.

“Witch, with all do respect,” you start, “Your kid’s terrifying.”

“I’m… I’m sorry?” she responds.

“What did the little witch do?” König asks, practically draping himself over you.

“She casually watched Terrified, followed by Terrifier, then asked why they didn’t follow the same story line,” you explain tiredly. Witch blinks at you while König hums and coos, soothing your ‘silly little fears’ with a rumbling purr to reassure you that he’s here.

“What,” she deadpans.

“Yeah, Love decided to do a horror movie marathon while you guys were gone,” you manage to explain, “Got a bunch of horror movies and just played them practically back to back. Lilac didn’t even blink while I nearly pissed my pants at a few.” Witch purses her lips at that explanation before giving you a singular nod.

“Right,” she huffs, before turning to Lilac and calling, “Lilac! You’re grounded!” The look on Lilac’s face is adorably bewildered that you could almost forgive her… Maybe… Not really, since you haven’t had a good night’s sleep for the past two days, at least.

[honeygrahambitch]

I do have a thing for paternal Will tonight, I know but bear with me for this one.

Will is married since before season 1, it doesn't matter who she is, she dies after the kid turns two. Somewhere around the time Will is freed from the hospital. Great, his wife dies and he is left with a child to raise on his own.

Hannibal wouldn't take this kid away from him. He just can't. He sees them together and he realizes that this is something he cannot interfere with. However what he can do to still be present in Will life is to help him raise the kid.

Will is pretty spiteful after he leaves the hospital, and very much petty especially to Hannibal. Now add the sleepless nights and constant stress and overthinking of being a single father. His brain is full time thinking about his own demons coming to surface, being a good father and doing something about Hannibal (trapping him? Tho this slowly changes).

He genuinely enjoys playing with his kid and reading him stories or walking with him in the forest and teaching him about leaves and bugs and animals and especially about fish.

However, after the first weeks of being a single parent, Will wants is to take a 3 hour nap. Nothing more. It would be a luxury considering he has to cook and he has to watch his kid constantly.

He vents about it during one of his therapy sessions. He vents about being tired and feeling incapable of being a good parent. The heavy bags under his eyes reflect his feelings.

That's when Hannibal offers to watch his kid for a few hours so he can get some sleep. Will refuses, he can't trust Hannibal with a toddler. He has no experience. He is dangerous.

Hannibal tells him that a few hours should not be a problem. And he can cook too, Will doesn't have to worry. He promises he doesn't eat children and especially something that was conceived by Will. Will is skeptical but in the end he gives in. He needs some sleep if he wants to be able to work and be a good father.

He drops his kid at Hannibal's place and goes to sleep. What he did not expect was that his 3 hour nap turned into an 8 hour nap. It's almost midnight when he drives to Baltimore. He is desperate. Hannibal doesn't even pick up his phone.

When he starts knocking at his door he is debating breaking it down whatsoever. He regrets every choice he had ever taken. When Hannibal opens the door and Will wants to start talking, Hannibal covers his mouth instantly and gestures to him to be quiet.

"He fell asleep a while ago." Hannibal whispers. "Turned my phone off so he wouldn't wake up. Didn't expect that he would want three bedtime stories. But he said you always tell him three stories. I could not disappoint."

"I don't tell him three stories" Will whispers amused, now that he knows his kid is safe.

"At least we know he got your manipulation skills, then." Hannibal replies as he walks with Will to the living room where his toddler is sleeping soundly, wrapped in a blanket.

"We had dinner. And I also cooked for you for tomorrow."

"You shouldn't have." Will says as guilt starts creeping up on him. "I abused of your free time. I couldn't wake up." He explains as they walk into the kitchen.

"Will, you needed the sleep and I can assure you, my time was not abused off. Your kid is special."

"That's what all parents want to hear." Will says and laughs. "Does the fact that a psychiatrist says that make it a bad thing?"

"Being special? No. He must take it from his father."

"Oh, please, hopefully he doesn't."

"I disagree. Don't forget it's a matter of genes and environment. And they don't look too bad."

"Yeah, his dead has serial killer tendencies and his babysitter is a serial killer who cooks people as a hobby. We nailed the environment part, Hannibal."

They both laugh.

From then on Will is more open towards letting Hannibal babysit his kid. They are almost like a little family. Not only is it convenient for Will's time management but his kid also loves spending time with Hannibal.

Will finally reaches a certain sense of stability he has long waited for.

[your-local-crypt1d]

So about your Papa Fwhip au, does Pixlriffs play much of a role in it?

Ohhhh Pix plays such an interesting role in this thank you for asking!!

Tommy and Pix, once they meet formally, get to have that spiderman into the spiderverse moment where they sense that they're like each other. Death prophets, that is.

Pix has been one of Lady Deaths' chosen for a very very long time. He's had the time to get used to the vivid visions and general unrest the presence of a seer can cause (I'm sure you've heard We Don't Talk About Bruno, that's how most people treat prophets)

Tommy only started getting his visions after his first canon life was lost, and it really freaked his friends out when he started talking about it. Tommy now tends to keep it to himself.

But Pix is happy to discuss whatever he sees, try to make sense of the vagueness and all.

When you're the king (or the count) of your lands, people tend to be respectful and kind to you 24/7, unless they're close friends and family. Tommy is an outlier, because he's tommyinnit. He's loud, he's rude (in a sense), he swears a lot, makes weird sexual innuendos and just generally acts like abrasive child.

Most would find him obnoxious, but I think Pix wouldn't mind all that much. He's met a lot worse in his life than a prickly teenager. It can also be hilarious when he goes on his weird rants or insists that sand is totally edible and very good for you, Pix you should eat some right now.

It's such a far cry from how everyone treats the copper king he can't help but find it a bit funny. Besides, Tommy can be very endearing, it's how he got fWhip so attached to him (and like several father figures before him).

Not many flowers grow out in the desert, not ones Pix thought possible could be turned into flower crowns, but somehow Tommy managed to make him a beautiful crown of desert lilies anyway. Pix is pretty sure that those flowers only bloom on cacti, and his suspicions were confirmed when he found many prickles all over Tommys' clothes and in his fingers.

If Pix wore that flower crown under his official copper crown until the flowers withered away, that's for him and his citizens to know.

The dsmp in this au is a galaxy land very far away thats cursed, once you enter you cannot leave. It's got a hodgepodge of different species cultures and traditions, and eventually a few of their own sparked on from L'manberg and other factions. All this to say, I think Tommy would be somewhat curious about Pixandrian culture, particularly the Vigil and their beliefs around Lady Death (he's only ever heard about her through Phil, it's nice to hear a different story for once)

Pix is also a Silly Guy™ and would absolutely encourage Tommys' more harmless shenanigans, maybe he'd help too but that's for him and Tommy to know.

I like to think Tommy would set up a candle at the vigil for Wilbur, simply saying its for his brother and not elaborating. Pix doesn't need him to say any more, though, he did have a family once upon a time, he understands.

I imagine Pix to be a good secret keeper, so when fWhip asks to keep quiet about the whole thing (he hasn't even told his siblings yet), Pix acquiesces, even offers to babysit here or there even fWhip needs. Not that Tommy is happy about that, whining about being a big man and not a child who needs babysitting.

Grandpa Pix (: he sneaks Tommy candy when fWhip says no (((:

Now for the angst (Cw for a brief discussion of a panic attack and some talk of mental health issues like psychosis. Don't feel like you need to read the rest if you can't!)

Pix was one of the first people to learn about Tommys' existence, entirely by accident. He had come to the Grimlands for his usual trade deal with fWhip (and also to check in on the count who looked more stressed than ever) only to meet Tommy in the worst way possible.

fWhip and Pix are in the middle of their meeting when Tommy calls out for fWhip in distress. All Pix really gets to see is fWhip calm Tommy down from a panic attack, mumbling about how he saw someone in the window, someone who was gonna hurt him again, and fWhip assuring him repeatedly that it wasn't real and nobody was gonna hurt him.

Pix was already curious about what was going on with fWhip, concerned mainly but also curious. fWhip had mentioned something about "someone he needed to look after now" during their last visit. Now he gets to meet that someone.

That someone being a child struggling with hallucinations and severe CPTSD...

That's why fWhips been exhausted, he's been staying up to keep an eye on Tommy in case he gets woken up by night terrors again. That's why fWhips been stressed, Sausage had similar issues growing up that I won't get into here but Pix is old enough to remember his adoption by fWhip and Gems' parents; he's old enough to remember a 12-year-old fWhip talking about how his new big brother is "very sick".

Part of Tommys' C-PTSD is hallucinations, usually visual ones of the people he knows or has killed. He often sees Dream through windows or in crowds, and it always triggers a panic attack for him.

That's partly why Pix offers to "babysit" him, what he really means is "be there if Tommy needs someone to calm him down from a breakdown".

[dailydegurechaff]

fav light novel only characters? like not animated or drawn in the manga yet

So this has been in my inbox for a couple months now and I think I can finally confidently answer it bc I have a couple of characters who I wanna talk about.

Spoiler warning: Due to this ask being related to characters only seen in the light novel there’s going to be spoilers under the read more! I talk about content as far ahead as novel 11. I think we’re safe on stuff from 12 tho!

If you want a no-spoiler summary: Colonel Calandro (not depicted here), Counselor Conrad, and Major Joachim

OK SO,

I think the main two that I like the most and are LN-Only so far are Colonel Calandro from Ildoa, who is the observer that ends up attached to the Salamander/Lergen Kampfgruppe on the eastern front and Counselor Conrad, the imperial diplomat that Lergen talks with a lot.

In Calandro’s case, he’s introduced I believe as early as book 6, so I think he’s probably the one of my favorites who is most likely to be in season 2, so I hope Studio Nut does well by him with a good design. In the sketches above, I decided against trying to make a design for him because 1) I got no ideas man and 2) I think (hope) he might show up in the anime soon so I’d like to hold off on drawing him until there’s an official one.

Anyway, a lot of his scenes are great when he’s attached to the Kampfgruppe. If I recall correctly, there’s this scene in one of the books (Book 7?) where he’s talking to Tanya as she’s making preparations to bombard what is obviously a church and he’s like “What are you doing? Isn’t that a war crime?” And Tanya just goes “No, no, it’s fine. They’re not openly displaying anywhere that this is a building used for religious purposes and even if they were, the other side hasn’t signed that treaty so it’s not like we have to adhere to it if they won’t.”

It’s such a funny scene. Tanya’s like, “Oh he’s concerned that we’re committing a crime. I should assuage him by telling him not to worry, we’ve managed to legally justify it.” And instead of any relief he’s just like “Oh my god what the fuck is wrong with them? Why would they ever think to circumvent treaties like this?”

They're funny as hell together and Tanya’s constant griping that she has to babysit him is so good, I hope we get to see it.

Also also a good scene with him is from the end of LN11 where Lergen calls him in the middle of the night, demanding to speak to him because it’s of vital importance. That ensuing conversation where Lergen’s basically like “I can’t say who’s calling, but you recognize me from the sound of my voice, right? Something’s going to happen. I’m really sorry, I can’t say anything more. Please just remember that I called, okay?” I’m so sorry… but it’s giving ‘Tragic Lovers Doomed To Breakup By Circumstances They Can’t Control’ vibes.

It is now my firmly set headcanon that Lergen and Calandro were lovers throughout and in spite of the war and when the time came for Lergen to choose whether to betray Calandro or his country, he chose to betray Calandro, something he feels immensely guilty about. I know it isn’t what Carlo Zen was trying to convey at ALL, but unfortunately that’s what I got from it. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk, moving on.

I guess next up is Counselor Conrad, the Empire’s diplomat who we first meet in LN10 I think? If we don’t get any content of him, I’ll literally cry. Depending on how far season 2 gets us in the story, we may not end up seeing Conrad and that’s so sad to me. There is a scene from LN10 that I absolutely need adapted into the anime. It’s like 160ish pages in. It’s that scene where Tanya, Lergen, and Conrad are talking with each other and Conrad turns to Lergen and gestures at Tanya and says “How did you raise this?” and Tanya’s like “????”

There is another scene where Lergen describes Conrad as handsome, and because of these two scenes, the delusional headcanon has sprung up that these two eventually end up in a relationship and Tanya is their daughter. I’ve mentioned it in another post. A friend of mine actually talks about Conrad (& Lergen and Tanya) in more detail in her post here. And hey, while I’m recommending posts about Conrad, look at all of these too okay?

Conrad actually has an official design in the novel artworks, so I based my above sketch around that. Here are the few canon images we have of him. Interestingly, in the text he's described as having blue eyes at some point, but the colored version we have has them as brown. These drawings come from Books 10 & 11 I believe?

Ok, last one, for minor characters, there’s Major Joachim who we meet around the end of LN11, who becomes Lergen’s subordinate. I think the best way to describe him is that he’s kind of a boyfailure in the way that Grantz is (that is to say before Grantz got some character development and became somewhat competent). He’s a cutie, I do hope we get some scenes of him.

I did actually do a little sketch of Joachim as we saw above. That one for some reason just came to me very easily, unlike Calandro. Here was my prelim sketch idea:

And I think that’s about it for now. If you note that all of these characters are in some way related to Lergen, um… Well, I can’t help myself really. We know by now he’s one of my favorites so I like characters associated with him too.