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My little age ranges from 1 - 5
I’ve been writing fanfiction for years now, my main inspiration was wanting to make the kinds of stories I wanted to read because they didn’t exist yet. I hope other people will enjoy my fics because it’s what they want to read as well!
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- I write for all of the papas and any of the ghouls from Meliora era to current (I'm not very informed on the older ghouls, I'm even still confused with Meliora era, sorry 😣) I also write for Mary Goore!
- I write x readers or character x character
- All my works are either gender neutral or male reader !!
- If requesting an x reader you can specify what species you want to be. I tend to write ghoul readers but I will happily do humans (or anything else)
[Mary Goore fics can be requested to be incorporated into the world of Ghost (example: Mary is related to the papas- or is a member of the church), but otherwise they will be separate]
- I write full fics, headcannons, drabbles
- If you have a specific idea in mind, please try to be specific/detailed in your ask, it helps me know what to write!
- Please allow atleast one week for requests to be done [time subject to change]
That should be all for now, be respectful and have fun!
Friendly reminder that my requests are open! You can look at my pinned post for details on requests. However I am a lot more active on my 5sos agere tumblr right now, that you can find @ashtons-babylon
Friendly reminder that my requests are open! You can look at my pinned post for details on requests. However I am a lot more active on my 5sos agere tumblr right now, that you can find @ashtons-babylon
Who else excited for the new Ghost movie!!! I didn’t get to see RHRN in theaters so hopefully I can see this one cause it comes out in my birthday month. What lore do we think we’re going to get from this movie? 🤔 I need to know more about Perpetua
I now have an ao3 account! I’m going to have a bunch of different fics over there, mostly Waterparks and 5sos. I won’t be cross-posting my Ghost fics from here on there though.
You can find my ao3 here! There will be nsfw fics so it may not be suitable for littles.
I also have another blog that contains all of my agere fics for the band 5 Seconds of Summer that you can find here!
I am now taking requests! You can find more details on requests below the cut.
There will be a star next to my ask box when requests are open, if the star is gone then it means requests are closed!
I’m going to try and upload fics atleast every other week!!
- I write for all of the papas and any of the ghouls from Meliora era to current (I'm not very informed on the older ghouls, I'm even still confused with Meliora era, sorry 😣) I also write for Mary Goore!
- I write x readers or character x character
- All my works are either gender neutral or male reader !!
- If requesting an x reader you can specify what species you want to be. I tend to write ghoul readers but I will happily do humans (or anything else)
[Mary Goore fics can be requested to be incorporated into the world of Ghost (example: Mary is related to the papas- or is a member of the church), but otherwise they will be separate]
- I write full fics, headcannons, drabbles
- If you have a specific idea in mind, please try to be specific/detailed in your ask, it helps me know what to write!
- Please allow atleast one week for requests to be done [time subject to change]
o.o thoughts on Ifrit and zephyr being caregivers together? cause zephrit...zephrit my beloved.
I decided to go for more of a headcannon route for this one, but if you’d like a full fic feel free to send in another ask!!
I hope you enjoy, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated :D
Caregiver!Ifrit x Caregiver!Zephyr x GN!Little!Reader
(I’m with the headcannon of Zephyr having chronic pain - also they/them Zephyr)
- Because of their pains, they definitely don’t carry you as often, so that job goes to Ifrit. Although when you look at them with those sad eyes they can’t help but feel bad.
- They’ll gladly hold your hand or keep a hand on you, when you walk to make up for it, though, or they’ll give you attention from the side while Ifrit’s carrying you
- If you’re really lucky, you might get to sit in their lap on days when they need to use their wheelchair, but otherwise they’ll happily cuddle you on the couch or in bed
- If you’re a quintessent ghoul, then they might be a bit more clingy, because the powers help soothe their pains, and you can’t always control how much those powers go out in your headspace
- Although, Zephyr does enjoy Ifrit’s warmth to soothe them as well
- Ifrit tends to stick by Zephyr’s side a lot, even if they don’t need his help. He already has to watch a sometimes hyperactive little one; why not help his partner as well? It’s the protectiveness in him, really
- He doesn’t want Zephyr to over exert themselves while trying to take care of you, even if in the back of his mind, he knows they have it under control
- Ifrit can be a bit grumpy at times, even if that’s just his quietness and intimidating stature getting skewed, but Zephyr helps keep him in check when things are getting on his nerves
- And if Zephyr lets you have a few extra treats to keep you distracted while they calm Ifrit, that can just be your little secret
- Zephyr having to get you to stop trying to teeth on their cane when they’re not looking
- They, however, don’t mind letting you put small stickers on their cane or their wheelchair, even if most of them will come off on their own, seeing you happy is what’s important
- Ifrit cooking breakfast in the kitchen of the ghoul den while Zephyr tries to get you to sit still in your chair, they let out a small groan when they have to bend over again to pick up your thrown sippy cup
- If you were being too much, Ifrit would let Zephyr take over the cooking for a little so he could get you to settle
- Lots of kisses from both of them, constantly
- Zephyr resting on the couch with their heat pad while Ifrit sits criss-cross on the floor with you and your toys
- Ifrit’s favourite thing is when he’s cuddled up with Zephyr in bed and you climb up and nuzzle in between their bodies, Ifrit definitely uses a bit more of his powers to keep both of you warm and cozy
- I imagine Zephyr always has some sort of pacifier or other soother on them for you
- Ifrit searching around the room, not being able to find your pacifier as you cry out, just for Zephyr to pull one out of their back pocket and gently place it between your lips
- ‘You had that this whole time?’ He crosses his arms over his chest, watching as Zephyr pulls a now content you into their lap. ‘Yep.’ They just smile up at him.
- Practice sessions that involve Zephyr either getting annoyed by you wildly pressing keys on their keyboard or them smiling knowing it’s time to put you down for a nap when you get sleepy from hearing them play the piano
- Ifrit will be having a conversation with Zephyr while you’re behind him trying to attack his tail that he may or may not be purposefully swaying more and more
- Ifrit likes to watch people in their sleep, not in a creepy way, but if he’s with someone that’s asleep he likes to just watch, see how peaceful they are and feel like he’s protecting them. He’d run his hand through your hair while you sleep against him
It won’t let me reply to the ask for some reason, but it was:
‘Cg dewdrop pretty please’ - 🌿
GN!Little!Reader x Caregiver!Dewdrop
Did a bit simpler of a fic for this one, but I still think it’s really cute. I love the idea of all the ghouls bothering Dew about his hair and wanting to mess with it. I hope you enjoy and thank you for supporting my writing!
As always, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Sending lots of love!
Summary: Dewdrop lets his little braid his hair!
[Long haired Dew, slightly grumpy Dewdrop, ghoul reader, use of a pacifier - pacifier clip, Dew called daddy by reader, implied poly ghouls, baby talk, Mountain mention, pet names used]
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Dewdrop huffed as he sat back on the large bed. He didn’t really want to be doing any of this. Yes, he had long hair, and it was pretty, he was aware of this. What he wasn’t aware of, however, was how interested you would be in it. You had mentioned wanting to braid it before, but he laughed and said he would use his fire powers on you if you ever came near his hair. However, when you had regressed and nervously came into his room, gnawing on the end of your tail, asking to play with his hair, there was no way he could deny you. So now here he was, sitting criss-cross on his bed with you pressed up behind him, hands already itching to touch his hair.
“You’re too excited about this, yknow that?” Dew huffed again as he reached up behind him to pull out the band keeping his hair up.
His long blond hair cascaded down his back, contrasting beautifully with his skin. It was freshly washed too, making the strands even softer. “Can I daddy?” You asked softly, hands almost already in his hair.
“Yeah, go ahead.” Dew mumbled. He wasn’t the biggest fan of people messing with his hair, but he knew it’d make you happy. He was content to just scroll on his phone anyway while you did your thing.
He let out a slight sigh as your fingers finally landed in his hair. You lightly scratched at his scalp for a moment before moving your hands downwards. The strands were so soft, and you loved the way they felt when you let them fall between your fingers. “Is so pwetty dada.” You babbled a little while twirling the hair around your fingers. You then started to section it into three parts, ready to braid his beautiful hair. “Wai’ dada! Gotta get the things-!” You giggled as you jumped off the bed, hurrying over to your small bag of stuff you brought to his room.
Dew looked up from his phone, glancing over at you and raising a brow. “Watcha grabbing over there?”
“Flowers!” You smiled as you held up a small bag and raced back over, quickly plopping back down behind Dew.
“You’re putting flowers in my hair now?” His tone showed he wasn’t an ounce of upset, though.
“Mhm! Gonna be pwetty.” You beamed even though he couldn’t see your face from behind him. You opened the bag of foliage. Some of the smaller flowers and leaves were fake, but most came straight from the garden. Mountain had helped you out in the greenhouse the day prior, collecting only the best coloured flowers and sturdy vines to put in Dew’s hair. Mountain had also made the suggestion of adding some in his hair sometime, which was an offer you definitely weren’t going to pass up.
“Just don’t chew on my hair this time, please.” Dewdrop piped up. You had a tendency to chew on the ends of his hair. You didn’t even realize you were doing it half the time. You’d go from playing with his hair and it being somewhat near your face, to mindlessly putting your mouth on the very ends. The thought made you giggle. “If you need something in your mouth, I’ll grab your paci.” That didn’t sound like too bad an idea. So you nodded and let Dew get up, returning with the bright coloured pacifier, popping it into your mouth. You went to get back to work on his hair, but he tutted, holding his hands out still. “Ah- I gotta secure this, baby, or you’ll drop it again. Don’t want it going into my hair or the flowers, now do we?” He smiled at your head shake, reaching out to attach the pacifier clip to your clothes. “Alright, back to work, firefly.”
Once he was settled in front of you again, your hands were right back to it. Moving the strands over one another while occasionally settling in a flower or some pretty green leaves in between became a mindless activity. It was soothing for both of you. As much as Dewdrop had protested the idea at first, it felt nice to have someone being so gentle with his hair. He knew you were putting in a lot of effort to make it look good. He’d blame the occasional tugs in his hair on your headspace, but he was aware you meant well; you couldn’t process how much force you were applying.
The moment was very peaceful. The only sounds being your gentle sucking on the pacifier, the rustle of moving his hair or grabbing more plants, or the occasional hum when Dewdrop would think of a random guitar riff. It was the kind of memory that you wanted to just lock in place and keep there forever.
Your hands fumbled with the hair tie for a moment before getting it secured in place around the end of the braid. “Anddd.. all done!” Your pacifier landed against your chest as you quickly spoke. “Look, daddy!” You gently placed the braid over his shoulder, letting him admire it.
Dewdrop let out a slight gasp seeing his hair, although he’d deny it. It looked beautiful. There were soft pink and white flowers scattered throughout, some leaves and short vines threaded through strands. It fit him well, honestly. “It looks great, love. You did such a good job.” His praise made you beam up at him, your tail curling around his leg.
“You lo- you wook so pwetty daddy!” Your chin rested on his shoulder, your eyes going over to his phone as he opened the camera app. “Photo!”
“Yeah, photo.” He chuckled a little, hating the fact that he loved it so much he wanted to take a photo.
You popped your pacifier back in, leaning further into him, wrapping your arms around him and smiling for the camera. His eyes softened as he looked back at you before giving a slight smile and taking a photo of both of you, his beautiful hair in sight.
He smiled down at the photo, also letting out a slight sound as you crawled into his lap, yawning. His free hand went to your back, and he silently sent the photo to the group chat with all the ghouls, watching their cute reactions. Satanas, he loved them.
Wow I wrote a lot more than I expected for this. I really liked this prompt and I haven’t written for Mary Goore in a long time, so this was nice to get back into things. I love Mary so much and I can definitely see my obsession coming back after making this lol.
Likes are very appreciated but reblogs help boost my work and spread it so others can see! Thank you so much, enjoy!!
Summary: Mary has his first experience with age regression and colours with his little!
[Mary is new to caregiving, Mary’s a little oblivious, Mary Goore who drinks and smokes, Mary’s secretly a softie, cursing, use of a sippy cup, some teething, baby talk, Mary and reader are friends but could be read/implied as more]
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Mary was a little confused, to say the least. He didn’t fully grasp the concept of age regression. You had blabbed it out on accident to a half-drunk Mary, who just laughed in response, but he raised an eyebrow at your worried expression. His brows furrowed as you explained yourself and what regression meant. He wasn’t really sure if he was just confused or if it was the alcohol getting to him. He had brushed it off, blaming it on the alcohol, and you two didn’t talk about it again. You were hoping he forgot about it, not wanting to even think about the embarrassing admission, until a couple weeks later, Mary approached you.
“Hey, uh- what was that thing you told me about a while back? The… age.. thing?” He scratched at the back of his neck.
You stared up at him for a moment. This wasn’t really like Mary. He usually would have let the topic be, brushed off unless you’d bring it up to him, but it seemed he was interested, or at least wanted to make you feel better. So after stumbling over your words from part embarrassment and part shyness, you explained how your regression worked and why you did it.
“So… like how I drink to feel better, it’s like that, except.. you act like a baby?” Not the greatest comparison in the world, but Mary had never been the best with thinking before he spoke. You could see the sincerity behind his eyes, though, he meant well.
After some more explanation, he seemed to be following. Well, to the best of his ability. He still didn’t really get it, but if it helped you out, then he didn’t mind. He was into a lot of freaky and weird shit, so nothing really fazed him anymore. It wasn’t like it was anything crazy either; it was honestly very innocent.
What Mary wasn’t expecting, however, was the day you came up to him and shyly asked if he could watch you while you regressed. He didn’t get why you needed to be watched if you had regressed on your own just fine before, but you explained it was to get him used to it. He had never experienced you little before, and you hadn’t had much experience with caregivers. It’d be a learning opportunity for the both of you. You desperately wanted to ask him to be your caregiver, but that had to wait. You didn’t want to force Mary; he had to be okay with it. Letting him see you like this was scary; you were being very vulnerable with someone who tried to stay away from vulnerability as much as possible. Fortunately, Mary did have a soft spot for you. So, he told you when he got back from his gig, he’d chill with you. That meant you’d be up a bit later than you usually liked in your headspace, but no big deal.
Mary wasn’t really sure what to expect when he got back to the shared apartment. He was tired from his show, especially since people at the bar they performed at were being assholes. Mary also wasn’t letting himself drink, he wanted to be fully here for this. He did sneak a cigarette or two as he made his way home, though. He wanted to be there for you, to help you out however you needed, but he was nervous. He wasn’t sure if he could sit back on the couch while you ran around doing.. whatever it was you did, or if he had to be more hands-on and watch you like an actual baby. Mary tended to not like kids, but he liked you, and you weren’t an actual kid, so it’d probably be more bearable. That’s what he told himself, repeating in his mind that it wasn’t a big deal even though deep down he was terrified of screwing things up. He couldn’t hurt you.
Still, he was shocked when he almost couldn’t even make it in the doorway from how fast you came up and hugged him.
“Mary!! I missed you.” You mumbled against his chest. He was sweaty and gross, but that was the usual for him.
He stood frozen for a moment, noticing your slightly higher-pitched speech, okay, this must have meant you were regressed. He put a hand on your back, moving himself into the house more and shutting the door. “Hey.. um… you alright?” He wasn’t sure what to say or do, but he knew this hug felt nice.
“Mhm! W-was excited to see you!” You finally pulled back from him, already grabbing his hand and trying to tug him to the leaving room. “I wanna play wif you.”
Normally, that would have made him react differently, but he reminded himself that you were in a different headspace. He couldn’t help but notice how small you seemed. Even just your voice and energetic mannerisms made him see you as a kid.
“I needa shower first.” He felt a pang at your pout. “I shouldn’t- I’m sweaty from the gig, we shouldn’t play when I’m gross like this.” He wasn’t quite sure if he should talk to you like you were a kid or if he could be straightforward, but he’d learn soon. “I’ll be quick, then we can hang out.”
You mumbled out an okay and walked back to the couch. You really seemed like a kid in his eyes; it was shocking how fast you were getting to him. He shook his head before going to shower.
Mary came back almost fifteen minutes later, hair still damp on his forehead and in more comfortable clothes. He saw you still seated on the couch, eyes fixated on the tv. He turned his head as he walked over, almost chuckling at the sight of the kid show. Mary took a seat next to you, still not sure how to approach this.
You perked up when he was back, giggling at the bit of water dripping from his hair. “Yay! Mary no longer stinky.”
“Hey, I am not stinky.” He knew that was a lie.
You giggled again, leaning onto his side. “You smell good.” You nuzzled into him more. Mary wasn’t very warm, but the cold was a nice contrast against your skin. He appreciated the contact too.
He wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He really loved physical affection, even if he didn’t show it at all. “So, you’re.. little, right now?” You nodded and held up four fingers. “…what does that mean?” He had an awkward smile on his face, the remnants of his skull face paint still noticeable.
“Means ‘m four y-years old.” You were normally a bit shy, but this was still Mary’s first time, so you had to help him understand as things went along.
“Four, okay.” He looked around the room for a minute, his dark eyes landed on the colouring books on the table. The table was also a lot nicer than usual, meaning you had cleaned it while he was gone. “Do y’want to colour?” He found himself absentmindedly rubbing your side.
Your eyes lit up, like you had completely forgotten that you set those out. “Yeah!” You scrambled to sit on the floor between the couch and the table, grabbing a colouring book and flipping through the pages. Mary laughed a little at your eagerness. He’d never seen you like this. It was an interesting change, but it was nice. Some days he’d come home from gigs and want nothing to do with anything, but your calm, reassuring words would always soothe him. He could see himself getting used to this. The peacefulness of it all. Getting to relax and take care of you.
He was pulled out of his thoughts, literally, by your hand tugging his. “Marryyyyy! Come cowour wif meee!”
He moved himself to the floor beside you before you could pull him off the couch. “Alright, alright ya little shit.” He was so used to teasing and cursing back and forth with you that he didn’t even process it could have hurt you.
You frowned, looking down at the ground, a small pout on your lips. “Can’t say that..”
“What?” He waited for a response but was confused when he didn’t get one. He thought for a moment. “I can’t say shit?”
“N-no… no cussing, not- um.. those big boy words..”
His eyes examined your face for a minute. It was only hitting him now, the full seriousness of your regression. He got when you said it was a coping mechanism, but it hadn’t clicked to him that this really meant having a fully child-like safe space. “Oh…” Great, now he felt bad. “I didn’t mean it, ya know. I was just teasing like we normally do..” He hesitantly reached out to rub your back.
His touch helped a lot, more than you thought it would. He usually wasn’t this soft, so it was really comforting to see in your headspace. “I’s okay, just no cussing, okay?”
“Alright, man.” His smile came back, and he looked over at the colouring page you had chosen. “Is that what you’re gonna colour?” Mary tended to have a somewhat sarcastic tone at times, even if he didn’t mean it.
You smiled, knowing he was trying his best. “Yeeah! D’you wanna cow-colour with me?” You looked up at him with the most pleading puppy eyes he had ever seen. It made his heart melt.
“Sure, dude,” Mary watched as you pulled over another colouring book, putting it in front of him. He laughed to himself a little at the childish pages, but shrugged it off. He really didn’t mind any of this as much as he thought he would.
You both coloured in silence for a little, the only noise being the rustling of the pages and the sound of crayon against paper. He noticed how you held the crayon in a fist compared to the usual preciseness you’d hold a pencil with, and how your face was real close to the page. It was small things that differentiated current you from big you. Mary was already starting to pick it up.
“Can’t find the gray crayon.” You pouted finally after searching the crayon box for what felt like the hundredth time. “Jus’ found this one that’s timberwolf bu’ its not the wight gway.”
“Here, let me look,” He takes the crayon box, pulling out and putting back in what seems like almost half the crayons. It was one of those big boxes that had a bunch, but were all different kinds. “I’m not seeing it.”
“I swear there was just a gway one..” You were still pouting as Mary looked, just wanting to be able to colour your drawing.
“I’m not sure where- oh! There it is.” He pulls the crayon out, handing it over while his other hand sets the box down.
“T-Fank you!”
Mary watched with soft, tired eyes as you happily coloured away. He could feel himself already taking on a more parental role. He just wanted to keep you close and protect you. It felt really nice like this; he felt needed. You wanted him there, to watch you and play with you, and he loved it. Before he knew it, he was leaning over, pressing a little kiss to the side of your head.
You froze, the collar of your shirt you had been chewing on dropping as your mouth gaped in shock. You looked up at Mary with wide eyes, a slight pink tint sitting on your soft cheeks. “Mawy..”
The way you said his name made him want to do that all over again. You were adorable. “Yeah?”
“Wha... you- you gave me kiss..”
He wanted to say some silly comeback, but he felt himself getting embarrassed. You barely noticed the blush on his cheeks, but he’d say it was the fake blood from his makeup staining. “Just- fuck- um..” His eyes widened when he realized he cussed again. “Sorry! Sorry, man, I-“ Wow, he was really a mess when he was flustered; it was surprising to see in contrast to how Mary normally was. “You uhh you want some juice?”
He was changing the subject to distract from his own embarrassment, but you didn’t mind. “Juice! Juice!” You beamed up at him as he got up and walked to the kitchen. Oh, right, you’d have to remind him. “Mary?”
“Yeah?” He called from the kitchen, a bit too loud for how much distance was actually between them.
“I have um… there’s- there’s a sippy.. in- in the cupboard by the fridge..” Even if Mary had been totally okay with everything so far, this still felt different. Just colouring was one thing, but actually using more child-like items was another. You just looked back down to your colouring, hoping it’d be okay.
In the kitchen, Mary raised an eyebrow at your words, but he supposed it was part of the regression. You wanted to do kid things, so using kid items didn’t seem any different. He opened the cupboard, searching for a moment before pulling out the colourful sippy cup. He turned it over a couple times in his hands, glancing back at you for a moment. He unscrewed the lid and filled it up with some apple juice, tightening it and bringing it back over.
“Here du-“ He had been addressing you the same way he normally did, but maybe you’d like something more suited for your state right now. “Here, uh- buddy, I got your juice.” You didn’t react much to the name, but he could tell you liked it. Noted.
You grabbed the sippy cup, happily drinking the juice, your drawing momentarily paused. You looked up at Mary, who was back on his own drawing. He seemed so much softer than normal. You were used to this tough metal guy who was, quite frankly, a freak, but right now, he was just him. Mary Goore. Not putting up any kind of front. His hair was getting fluffier as it dried; you could tell he actually washed it properly. His shoulders were relaxed, and he just looked so cozy in his sweatpants and Led Zeppelin shirt. You set down your sippy that was now drained of half the juice and scooted closer to him. You pressed into his side.
Mary paused his colouring and looked down at you. “You alright, buddy?” He tilted his head when you just nodded. Your face was pressed into his side, and you were slumped on him; it didn’t seem like an okay position. He lifted his arm and put it around you, hearing your sigh as you relaxed further into him. Mary was used to staying up late; he was pretty much nocturnal, but he could tell you were tired, your headspace definitely bringing you down more. “It’s getting late..” He commented, wanting to see your level of tiredness.
You mumbled something and pressed closer to him. Even if he really wasn’t, he felt so warm like this. It felt safe in his arms. You knew Mary could protect you; you had seen it up close when he once fought a drunk guy after a show.
“We can finish colouring in the morning, yeah? Let’s get you to bed.” His large hand patted your back. He went to stand up, but was stopped by the way you wrapped your arms around him. His heart fluttered.
“No.”
“No? Don’t you want to sleep, bud?” He attempted to get up again, but huffed when you refused to move. “I’ll carry you if I have to.” He meant it to be a motivator for you to move, having done it all the time when you were big, but he forgot you reacted to things differently like this.
“Please.” You whine, clinging on tighter.
Mary almost didn’t want to, but how could he resist when you were so cute? He hoisted you up into his arms, walking over to your bedroom.
“Noo.” You mumbled sleepily, reaching out at the wall as he passed his own room.
“What is it?”
“Want…”
“Want what, tiny?”
“Want be wif you.. mawy woom..” Your words were mumbled from how sleepy you were getting.
“You want to sleep in my room?” He was a bit skeptical, but when you nodded and yawned again, he pushed his door open with his foot and walked over to his bed. His bed was messy, sheets definitely needing a wash, but to you, it was the best spot you could possibly be. He lay down beside you, pulling the blankets over.
This was right where you wanted to be. It was warm and smelled just like him. Sure, there might have been a spec of dirt or a small leaf here or there, but that was just what you got with Mary. He was a freak who liked to play crazy metal shows and sneak out at night to go to cemeteries and get drunk- and you swore he’d roll around in the dirt cause you genuinely never understood how he was always so dirty, but you loved him nonetheless. Even under all that tough exterior, he was a sweet guy, and it showed.
He moved his hand to the side of your face, tracing along your cheekbone with his calloused thumb before bringing his fingers to your hair, watching as your eyes closed and you drifted off. “G’night, buddy, Jag älskar dig.”
I'm new to the music / community, but i thought i'd make a stimboard of my favorite one so far! Everyone is crushing on the Papas, which is fair but i can't help but see them as caregivers/flips!
I feel like he would be nervous as a caregiver, but would spoil his kid / baby / pet as much as he could !
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[Banner is made by frycubkit, who is deactivated].
Pretty short one for this prompt, but I still think it’s really cute! Phantom would definitely be the kind of caregiver to be all in on any little activity you want to do just because of how energetic and kid-like he already is (I also headcannon him as a flip so). Reblogs are appreciated, love you all!
Summary: Phantom and reader cuddle in their fort and fall asleep surrounded by plushies.
[Rain mention, ipad kid Phantom, thumb sucking/use of pacifier, Phanton called daddy by reader, nicknames/pet names used, slight baby talk]
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Phantom walked into your room with an armful of all different sorts of plushies. He was struggling not to drop them as he made his way over to where you were curled up on the floor. Earlier in the day, you two had built a fort in the corner of your room; now you just needed to make it cozy. Phantom had collected all the plushies from both your room and his, along with one or two from Rain, and dropped them onto the floor. His eyes lit up at the giggle you let out seeing them all in front of you.
“Alright, little guy, I got all your friends here, so now is the fort ready?” He crouched down in-front of the entrance of the fort, looking in at your little form. You were curled up with a blanket, holding Phantom’s iPad that had your favourite show paused on it.
You set the iPad down next to you and looked over the dolls like you were seriously inspecting them. “Hmm.. yeah! “Pe’fwect!” You giggled before flopping onto the pile of stuffies.
“Come on, buddy, we gotta put them in the fort, you can’t just lie on them.” Yet he couldn’t stop his sweet little laughs. You just kept lying in the pile of them. “Alright, I’m moving you in myself then.” He chuckled before scooping you up and setting you back in the fort. He started to toss the stuffies at you gently.
“Dada! Stop it-!” You giggled as he just kept tossing them in at you, filling the space of the fort.
“I said we gotta get them all inside!” He just smiled.
You kept giggling and tried to combat the onslaught of plushies coming your way, until eventually, you gave up, being covered in a pile of them.
Once they were all inside the fort, Phantom crawled in. “Huh, where’d my little baby go?” His voice had a hint of fake curiosity.
“Under here daddy!” Your voice was slightly muffled.
“Under where?” He teased, making you giggle more and point out that he said ‘underwear.’ “You’re a little stinker, aren’t ya, baby?” He moved the plushies off of you, his heart melting at your smiling face looking up at him. “There you are, my darling.”
Phantom picked you up out of the pile and set you in his lap, leaning back and getting comfy. He set up some of the plushies around you two, making it like they were playing in the fort and hanging out as well. “Which friend do you wanna hold, buddy?” You made grabby hands towards one of them, it was your favourite plushie you always kept on your bed at night. He placed it in your arms before grabbing his iPad again. “Movie time?”
“M-mobie time!” You nodded in agreement.
Phantom tapped on the screen and made his way over to the movies, turning the tablet to you and letting you pick whatever you wanted. Phantom always enjoyed spending this time with you when you were little. He was already pretty childish himself, so getting to play and have fun with you was awesome. “Good choice, little man,” He cooed when you finally chose a movie.
As the movie played, you and Phantom would occasionally comment on it or mess with the plushies. Phantom was also snacking on Cheetos half the time, but he made sure to actually clean off the Cheeto dust on his fingers for your sake. Halfway through, your eyes started to droop, and you felt yourself getting sleepy. It was just so cozy in the fort! You snuggled further into Phantom’s arms, enjoying his warmth and the softness of all the stuffies surrounding you. You grabbed his hand, bringing it up to your mouth and lightly sucking on the knuckle of his finger. He didn’t really mind at first, thinking you were just teething, until he noticed you were starting to fall asleep.
“Baby boy, come on, you know you have pacifiers. Do you want that?” He pat your back with his free hand. You just mumbled sleepily around his finger. He rolled his eyes with a smile on his face before reaching under one of the piles of blankets and pulling out your paci. “Here you go, buddy, use this.” Phantom gently removed his finger from your mouth and replaced it with the pacifier before you could protest. His smile widened even more at your contented face. He loved that he made you feel this safe. He couldn’t even get himself to focus on the movie anymore, as you drifted off in his lap, he loved you so much.
“Sweet dreams, my precious boy.” He kissed your cheek before closing his eyes and allowing your warmth and soft breathing to lull him to sleep.
I’m so sorry for just never getting around to this, jeez it’s been in my asks for a while 😖 but I hope this fic will suffice and bring you some comfort for whenever you’re not feeling well. Sending lots of love.
Caregiver!Ifrit x GN!Little!Reader
Summary: Reader gets sick and regresses, fortunately Ifrit is there to take care of them and ease some of the pain.
[Ghoul reader, grumpy Ifrit, implied poly ghouls, reader throwing up but nothing too in detail, pet names used, meliora era, basic descriptions of being sick (headaches, stomach issues, runny nose, etc.), use of pacifier]
2k words
You had been feeling off for the past couple of days. Headaches here and there, sneezing more than normal, a couple coughs that didn’t sound too good, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. This would happen every once in a while anyways. However, after waking up this morning, you could tell it all got to you, making you really sick. It wasn’t a fun thing to have to deal with bright and early in the morning. Your head was pounding, making even the sunlight coming in from the window feel like too much. This wasn’t one of those easy sicknesses, either, where you could still do things with just a little bit of challenge; this was a bedridden kind of sick where one wrong move felt like you’d just collapse then and there.
You tried to make it through the morning as well as you could. You went out to the ghoul den kitchen, grabbing a water bottle and some crackers before disappearing back to your room. You were sure some of the others saw your disheveled and tired form from the couch, but that was the last thing on your mind. The second you were back in your room, you collapsed onto the bed. Unfortunately, the rest of the day was not going as smoothly as you had hoped. Your stomach churned with every slight shift in your bed, the ache not going away and only worsening when you tried to eat more crackers. You had your face buried under a pillow to block out any excess light because it only made the headache worse, and to top it all off, your nose was itchy and dripping like a leaky faucet. It was too much. You had things you needed to do! Ministry duties to fulfill, people to hang out with, but instead, you were stuck with the agonizing pain of being sick. You couldn’t help the tears forming in your eyes at this point. It was all so overwhelming, making your brain want to go back, to just relax. You were slipping into littlespace, and you couldn’t help it. Not that you really cared to, but it would definitely make this experience a lot different. The pain would be amplified in your childlike mind, but maybe it’d be easier to get taken care of. All of the ghouls were aware of your regression, and they’d happily drop everything to take care of you, but you still didn’t want to feel like a burden on them. Especially with the risk of getting one of them sick and having to deal with your whining. So you just curled up in your bed more, hugging your pillow close, face buried in the soft material, and quietly cried, wanting all the pain from the sickness to go away.
Ifrit strode down the hallway, on his way to your room. He hadn’t heard from you all day except for catching a brief glimpse when you went to the kitchen, and besides, Terzo needed you for something, so he, of course, had to be the messenger boy. He grumbled something to himself about how Terzo should’ve just done it for himself instead of making him fetch you, but he sighed and knocked on your door. Ifrit stood impatiently, waiting for a response. Most of the time, you didn’t take that long to answer unless you were changing or in the bathroom, but at least when you were changing, you’d just shout through the wall so he’d know. He waited for another minute before knocking a second time, a bit more urgency in his raps this time around.
“Ugh, what is taking them so long?” He shuffled on the tile, his shoes squeaking slightly. He pressed his ear against the door, hearing sounds that he couldn’t quite decipher, even with his advanced hearing. His tail swished quickly back and forth in irritation.
Ifrit decided to walk in, assuming you were in the bathroom. Which wasn’t half wrong because right as he opened the door, he saw a quick movement of your frame and the end of your tail flick around the corner of the bathroom entrance. The door was wide open from a sense of urgency. He was already on his way over, ready to make some dumb comment, but he faltered hearing you puking. He debated leaving you to your own devices, but he was already halfway across your room, might as well help.
“Are you oka-“ Ifrit cut himself off upon entering the bathroom and seeing you on the floor infront of the toilet bowl in tears. Even as stoic as Ifrit may appear, he had a heart. He really loved his fellow ghouls, and seeing you like this was making his chest hurt. “Hey.. it’s alright.” He crouched down next to you, reaching a hand out to rub your back. He grimaced at the sight of your vomit, leaning over to flush the toilet. He knew throwing up and being sick could be upsetting, but he didn’t understand why you were crying this much. At least, he didn’t realize until you were making grabby hands up at him. “Come here, darling, it’s alright.” Ifrit picked you up with ease and walked back to your bed, setting you down next to him. He kept his hands on you, holding you close and rubbing your side gently as you sniffled and whimpered. “It’s alright, you’re okay. How old are ya feeling, darling?”
You held up shaky fingers, indicating your little age at the moment and mumbled into his chest.
“I couldn’t hear ya love, what was that?” He pat your back, encouraging you to speak up.
“Sicky.”
“I know, sweetheart, you’re pretty sick, huh?” He glanced around your bedroom. “You want me to stay with you?”
You nodded almost desperately, letting out another whine from the ache in your head. Ifrit hadn’t been planning on babysitting a sick little today, but it’s not like he had anything better to do, and besides, he loved you. He may put up a front and be intimidating, but caring for you when you regressed always melted his heart. You were his soft spot.
He lifted you fully onto his lap once more, scooting up on the bed and leaning back on the headrest. His long fingers ran through your hair, massaging your scalp and helping to ease the pounding in your head.
“Did you take medicine yet?” He sighs at your head shake. “I gotta get ya some then, can you be a good kiddo and wait here for me?” Despite your small protest, you still let him get up; you knew the medicine was going to help in the long run. Ifrit set you down on the bed and left the room to retrieve the medicine.
When he came back, you were curled up on the bed, hugging a pillow close, your tail wrapped around it as well. Small whimpers were escaping your throat. He shook his head a little as he made his way over. The ghoul held out the small container full of an obnoxiously coloured liquid, but you didn’t take it. You stared up at him with wide, innocent, sad eyes. You could already tell by the colour that you weren’t going to like the flavour of the medicine. You mumbled out a meek “no” and buried yourself in the pillow.
Ifrit resisted the urge to groan; he knew you were in a different headspace, and that automatically makes things a bit more difficult. “You have to take the medicine, darling, it’ll help.” But as you continued to protest, he decided to move the pillow from you. Before you could whine more, he sat on the bed, bringing you up onto his lap. “I know you don’t wanna, but it’ll make you feel better. Then we can cuddle, or do whatever else you wanna do. How does that sound, babe? Can you just try to take a sip?”
“Yucky..” You muttered against his chest, one hand clutching his shirt.
“It doesn’t taste too bad, you just have to get a little down anyways. I won’t make ya drink the whole thing.” He probably would if he could help it, but anything to convince you.
You let out a little huff of air, but relented, as long as you could get cuddles after it’d be okay.
Ifrit let out a sigh of relief at your agreement; he really did not want to keep arguing on this. He grabbed the tiny cup of medicine and brought it up to your mouth, his other hand rubbing your back to try and soothe you. “Just small sips, darling, you’ll feel a lot better after.” He was able to get you to drink about half of the liquid before you spat and refused more. It was something at least.
He shifted again, pulling you higher in his lap, making sure you were comfy before lying back. “You did so well, my love. I know it wasn’t tasty, but it’ll help you. You want some water?” At your nod, he grabbed the water bottle off your side table, bringing it up and helping you sip it.
It was silent for a good five minutes, both of you just relaxing. Ifrit kept rubbing your back, checking in to make sure you were still good, while you were trying to rest and hope the medicine kicks in soon. “Ifrit?” You whined, causing him to look down at your curled-up form in his lap.
“What do ya need, firefly?”
You just whined in response, shifting again, trying to will the pain in your stomach away. “Ifriittt..”
“Darling, you gotta tell me what’s the problem. I can’t help otherwise.”
Without another word, but unfortunately more whines, you grabbed Ifrit’s hand and pulled it onto your stomach, setting it against the skin there. “Warm.” Was the only word you could manage.
Ifrit understood, however, what this meant. You wanted him to use his fire powers to help you. Normally, he didn’t like doing these kinds of things, but in this case, he didn’t mind all that much. As long as it’d help and get you to stop whining, he’d be happy. He let the warmth from his powers radiate through his hand, keeping the touch gentle on your stomach so it wouldn’t upset you more. He could visibly see you relax, felt your body settle against his. Your tail swayed and curled around his leg, keeping him nice and close. This was all you needed, just some warm comfort from your favourite caregiver. Even if the sickness wouldn’t go away that fast, at least you had Ifrit here to take care of you.
You could feel yourself starting to drift off in Ifrit’s arms. The combination of the medicine starting to kick in and his warm presence was taking a toll on your weakened body. You let out a yawn, your tail coming up and the spade end going into your mouth as a comfort item.
Ifrit let out a chuckle at the sight. He put his hand on your tail, giving a gentle tug. “You can’t have that in your mouth, love.” He removed your tail despite your whine of protest. “Don’t you have pacifiers? Would you like one of those?” He smiled at your sleepy nod. Without disturbing your position, he sat up and reached over to the drawer of the bedside table. He rummaged around for a moment before producing a colourful pacifier. “Here ya go, baby.” He popped it into your mouth, watching contently as you settled down again.
“Night ifwit, lub you..” The words were mumbled around the pacifier, but the sentiment was there all the same.
“Love you too, bug. Sweet dreams.” He pressed a warm kiss to your forehead, watching as you fell asleep in his arms. He knew Zephyr would probably come looking for him soon, they had had plans that evening, but he couldn’t care less. His partner would understand. For now, Ifrit was content to spend the rest of his day just like this, taking care of you.
