Could you write dads!Crowley & Aziraphale with a toddler!reader who’s a bit like Bingo from Bluey.
Father figures!Aziraphale & Crowley x toddler!reader
Fandom: Good omens
gn!reader, toddler!reader, no use of y/n
A/N: It's been too long since I've gotten a GO request </3 I love the ineffable father figures. (Also Bingo is so cute I love her sm)
The two of them already had some experience in childcare after their 11 years taking care of Warlock. You were different, though. Warlock was an assignment, you were so much more.
You would definitely be spoiled. Neither one of them would be able to stand seeing you upset, and you'd definitely get to see a softer side to both of them than anyone else does.
You'd definitely be a good kid, though. Both of your fathers cared deeply for the world around you and made sure you appreciated what you had. (To the extent someone as young as you could, anyways).
Aziraphale would be your Papa and Crowley would be your Dad or Dada.
Whenever you're never denied a hug or cuddle from either one of them. Doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing, all you need to do is look up at one of them with your big eyes and outstretched arms and they'd scoop you up.
They'd both sit with you and play games. There may or may not even be a couple miracles involved to make you giggle.
You'd love going to the park to feed the ducks. You just wouldn't understand why the animals wouldn't let you pet them.
If you're prone to tantrums they'd take you to a side room and sit with you while you cool off. They'd redirect you from anything destructive but allow you to get your emotions out. Once you're done you'd have a conversation about why it happened.
Your favorite animal would be a snake. While they would try to tell you wild snakes were dangerous Crowley wouldn't be able to resist indulging you by shifting.
Crowley would definitely tease you. Because of him you'd be fluent in sarcasm before most other kids even knew what the word meant. He and Aziraphale would also have very different rules on swearing and when it was allowed.
Neither one of them would be able to tolerate most kids music, so although you'd get nursery rhymes and whatnot, you'd definitely be raised on a mix of Queen and classical music.
They'd both be so protective of you it would verge into possessiveness. Someone help the poor soul who dared to hurt you in any way.
For obvious reasons you wouldn't be raised particularly religious, but you were told there was a god. You wouldn't find out the truth about their identities until you were old enough to keep a secret.
They'd rarely leave you under anyone else's watch. The only people they really trusted with you would be Anathema, Maggie & Nina.
They'd definitely indulge you in any hobby you wanted to learn. Even if you only took a few lessons before quitting, even if it was way out of your age range, they'd find something close enough to let you try.
You'd always be encouraged to question the world around you. There was no such thing as a stupid question in your household, and the answer was never "because I said so".
Aziraphale would definitely encourage you to try new foods. He wouldn't force you to eat something you knew you wouldn't like, but you were required to at least try something when it was offered.
Aziraphale would always have some of your favorite snacks on his person, just in case. Crowley would prefer to miracle some up if need be.
Crowley would still drive above the speed limit, yet slower than normal. Precious cargo, after all. You'd love the feeling of zipping down a road, though.
You would be both his and Aziraphale's whole world. It wouldn't matter if you were human or supernatural like they were, they'd be your fathers, and no one, not even God herself, would be able to argue otherwise.
hello hello!! I don’t know if you do parental angst (+ comfort) on here but if you do may I request Tenna and Adopted!Reader? the reader doesn’t have a specified age but I’d prefer if they were around 10-13. Essentially, the reader has social anxiety and feels like a burden around Tenna (especially since he’s popular and the reader just thinks of themselves as some nobody). The reader does occasionally talk to Ramb about their feelings because they feel less awkward around him. Well, lets just say reader starts to tear up about it and Tenna walks in at the wrong time. (you can decide the comfort because i’m bad at that 🤣🤣🤣🙁)
you don’t have to do this request at all either, I understand.
my apologies if its confusing as well. I don’t really request things often and when I do I tend to overthink (like right now, I’m just gonna end it here.)
-Sincerely, 🧊🍵 Anon.
Some details might get lost here anon sorry. The mood has struck and I got a vibe in my brain.
In His Shadow
Parental!Tenna X Adopted Child!Reader
In which you get caught ranting to the bar keep
Everyone remembered the day you'd arrived. Tenna had called an All Staff meeting in the big studio, he stood center stage like it was any other show, even calling Mike for a spotlight, which he didn't get cause Mike was in the crowd of employees, and off the clock.
You were so small at the time. Smaller than a Pippin, smaller than Ramb, smaller than the shortest Mike they had.
You were also Terrified.
Most of the employees didn't see you that day, as Mr. Ant Tenna announced the finalization of your adoption. You'd stayed firmly pressed into his leg, hiding behind it no matter how he adjusted in an attempt to show you off.
It was clear you didn't want to be seen, but Tenna was a showman first, and failed to pick up on such an obvious character quirk of yours.
Even to this day. And what a day it was.
"-and it was LIVE, Ramb! Live audience, live broadcast, live mics!" A large bruise formed on your forehead as you slammed yourself into Ramb's bar.
Ramb hummed, picking up the cup of water he'd set for you as you beat yourself against the counter top to prevent it from spilling, "At least it was a short segment."
"Short my ASS!" You snapped, sitting back up, "I was out there, under those LIGHTS, for nearly 13 whole minutes!!"
Ramb shrugged, "He wanted it to be 30."
He handed you your water, you let out a groan and collapsed onto the bar yet again.
You sat there in the green room, half disheveled in a sparkling costume you'd attempted to fight yourself back out of. Something your dad had picked out, measured and tailored perfect for you, without any of your input.
It was all sequence and glitter, bright red and gold, his signature colors, and tight. You gave the shirt another tug, and considered just taking it off right here, but that'd probably look bad for Ramb if someone walked in, and Tenna was always looking for an excuse to axe poor Ramb.
You're glad he hadn't found one yet. Who else would let you whine about your old man like this?
Well... Probably everyone in the studio. But they'd also blab to him about it with the slightest bit of pressure. That's something you knew Ramb would never do. And besides, he made really good soda floats.
This bar was like a safe haven, out of the spotlights your father was constantly trying to shine on you. You were grateful for that.
"Have you told him yet?"
Ramb's voice pulled you out of your thoughts, you sat up as he set a melon soda float in front of you.
"Told him...?" You trailed, taking a sip. Man. That's the good shit right there.
"About quittin' TV time."
You swallowed your soda hard, the fizz stinging your throat. Sitting up straight you shook your head wildly, "Of COURSE not! Could you IMAGINE what that'd do to him??"
"He'd be crushed."
"He'd be CRUSHED!" You emphasized Ramb's point, "I don't think he'd ever recover. He'd probably be, like, this big," you motioned with your hands an absolutely minuscule height, "FOREVER!"
Ramb chuckled and barely pinched his fingers together, "I would guess more like this,"
You whined, "I'm SERIOUS!!"
"So am I," Ramb absentmindedly adjusted something under the bar, "You need to tell him what this is doin' to ya, luv."
Your throat tightened, you placed your mouth on your straw, but didn't sip, a slight pout to your lip. He was right. He was always right. Why was he always right. Why did you even talk to him if he was always gonna be right like this.
You sniffled, Ramb gave a pitying smile, "Oh, luv..."
Tears rolled down your face, you pulled back from your straw and rubbed your eyes hard. Hiccups wracked through your body, your chest ached, every breath felt hard.
Ramb opened his mouth to say something, but you choked out your words first.
"Wha-at if he d-.. Doesn't wa-ant me a-anymo-ore...?" You shook, gripping onto the far too short sleeves of your costume, "Wh-what if- If I-I ca-an't get on st-stage he.. He-" You sobbed.
These thoughts had plagued you for a very, very long time now.
Tenna loved you, there was no doubt about that. Every little thing you did was a miracle in his eyes, even the simplest of tasks, you were the best to ever do them.
But more than he loved you, he loved showing you off.
He loved taking every drawing you ever did and making everyone look at it, even when you tried to hide them away. He loved walking you around in the studio in new clothes he'd buy you, making everyone compliment you. He loved when people commented how tall you were getting, he loved when people took notice when you changed your hair, he loved when people said you smiled or laughed or talked like Him.
And most of all, he loved putting you on camera
It started with Shuttah suggesting home video, then it was a photo shoot every month, and then, when you turned 10, you suddenly had your on TV Time segment, showing off whatever you were into at the time.
So of course, you couldn't help but fear, deep in the back of your mind...
"I-If I ca-an't... g-go on stage... dad m-might... stop... lo-oving me...."
Your voice faded as you admitted your worst fear. You clung hard to yourself, your whole body shaking. Ramb wasn't comforting you. He wasn't even looking at you. He was looking...
"What?" A strained voice sounded behind you.
Your eyes widened as you quickly unfurled from yourself and swung around on your bar stool. Behind you, at a modest 9 and a half feet tall (to fit in the green room), was your father, Mr. Ant Tenna.
"D-Dad-!" You quickly tried to stand up, to cover up what you'd said, to bury all your insecurities somewhere deep again so he'd never have to see them, never have to see this part of you again.
"You really... Think that?"
His screen was dark and featureless as he started down at you. If you were less panicked, you'd be surprised he was remaining so tall.
"I-!" You're voice peaked as you tried to swallow all those emotions you'd never meant to let slip, you tried to think of some way to bury all this, to go back. You looked to Ramb for help
But he wasn't there.
"Starlight," Tenna was kneeling in front of you, his hands on your shoulders, his screen eye level to you and still blank. You thought you might throw up.
"I... I-I'm sorry...." Your voice cracked, you stared at the floor, you couldn't raise your head, "I-I'm sorry I.. I-I can't... b-be the... the st-star you.. th-thought you adopted..." Tears pooled from your eyes and splashed onto the floor, "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry I'm-"
Your voice muffled as you were pressed into Tenna's shoulder, your father hugging you to him crushingly tight, yet so gently.
"You ARE a star!" Tenna's voice shook much like yours, he was trembling, "My little star my- My darling little star!" He pulled you back, his face returned to his screen, and looked you dead in the eye, "And NOTHING can change that."
"B-But-!" You hiccuped, "I-I ca-an't- I-I don't want to-"
"That's okay!" Tenna cut you off, holding your shoulders securely, "You don't have to show up on my show anymore! I'll cancel your segment, I'll make Mike cut it out of reruns of older episodes! You'll never be on screen again!"
He had shrunk, but he was sitting up straight, clearly trying to hide it. The tremble to his hands was more noticeable now that you'd finally started focusing on him again.
"I.. I'm sorry..." His grip on your arms was gonna leave marks, and he was gonna hate himself later for that, "I should have... I should have noticed sooner you didn't..." He shook his head, "I shouldn't have forced this all on you so fast." He swallowed the shake in his voice, and said with his most serious tone, "I'm sorry."
You were frozen for a moment, shaking in your larger than life father's grasp. He was blocking the bright lights of the Green Room, casting a shadow down on you. It felt calming, in a way, to be in his shadow, to hide under the lore of screens like a child behind their mother's leg.
Tenna slowly let go of your arms as you finally stopped shaking. You rubbed your eyes, tears kept spilling. You felt like you were about to fall over. You felt his large arms engulf you in another hug, looser, but still so supportive. You collapsed against him and cried.
"I love you," He rubbed your back, "Even if you don't want to be on stage with me, even if you wanted to hide away in a closet somewhere forever, even if you like Ramb's soda floats more than mine,"
You snorted a half laugh at that, nuzzling into Tenna's chest. He hugged you tighter in response.
"No matter what you do, where you go, who you become, you will always be my precious little star. And I will always love you."
You gave a soft hum, wrapping your arms as best you could around your dad's torso. Your tears finally stopped.
"I love you too... even if your soda floats are flat."
A/N: Would y’all be interested in reading one of these about Caine as your father figure???
• You arrived in the circus not long before Pomni did. The biggest difference between you two was just how young you were, especially in comparison to the other circus members.
• You’d never had a good relationship with your actual parents, and it wasn’t uncommon for you to run away from home.
• You’d heard about an abandoned building not too far from where you were, so you packed your bag and made your way to set up camp until the cops found you again.
• You were surprised to find a VR headset in your new campsite. Typically power on meant the building hadn’t been completely abandoned yet, but you figured if you were just biding your time anyways, you might as well try it out.
• When you arrived in the surreal cartoon world, you’d been overwhelmed with emotions. It was an absolute roller coaster of an experience, especially for someone in your situation.
• Kinger would make you laugh. He wouldn’t mean to, it was just an odd show of his decaying mind, but it made you happy. Even if he wasn’t thinking right, he knew he liked the sound of your laughter.
• You’d get caught up in the childlike antic of building a pillow fort and hide out with him. It was a sanctuary from the chaos of the digital world
• He’d act different in the fort. You didn’t understand why, but it was nice. He’d comfort you when you were upset and tell you fun facts about bugs.
• Even outside of the fort, when he wasn’t all there, he knew he was attached to you. He knew he wanted to protect you wand make you happy.
• Its not that the other members of the circus treated you with malice, even Jax seemed to go easy on you because of your age, but there was no denying the bond between you and Kinger.
• He’d have loads of nicknames for you. Kid, kiddo, buddy, sweetie, bug… anything you can think of any more. Some are more endearing while others just seem random, but you know they’re all form a place of love
• If anything in the circus scared you he’d physically put himself between you and whatever it was bothering you.
• When Kaufmo abstracted he’d hold you close in the pillow fort, letting you know it was all gonna be okay, that he wasn’t going to go anywhere.
• In or outside the fort he’d be very physically affectionate. A hand on your shoulder or random hug would be pretty common occurrences.
• He’d probably help you get to know the other members of the circus so you’d feel more comfortable getting to know them.
• He’d nudge you in the direction of Gangle if you liked drawing or anime, or Ragatha if you were particularly fond of horses.
• He’d probably conjure something for you that’d become a comfort object. He wouldn’t explain how conjuring really worked, but you’d cherish it nonetheless less.
• You would be absolutely inconsolable when you were forcefully separated from Kinger in the horror adventure. It’s not that you couldn’t handle being away from him, but that you didn’t know if he was okay or not.
• Once it was over you’d run up to him and hug him for a long time. Pomni would go up to you later to ask if you’d known about how he gets in the dark. She’d probably become like an older sister to you after that.
• Pomni would still give you two your space, though. What you two had was special. He was your digital dad, your rock when no one else could be.
• He wouldn’t be a perfect dad, there’s no such thing. But he’d be your dad when you needed him to be, and that would be enough.
Hey, could you pretty please write about Parental! Thunderbolts (MCU) with a toddler!reader who has destructive powers similar to King Clawthorne from The Owl House.
Parental! Thunderbolts x toddler!reader
Fandom: MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe)
toddler!reader, Gn!reader, superhuman!reader, no use of y/n
A/N: I LOVE this concept!! Sorry this took me forever to get to, but I promise, no more extended breaks (unless I get stranded in a different continent again...)!
You wouldn't really remember how you came into their custody. All you know is one day you were handed off to some lady who told you how special you were.
She took you to a big building in the middle of a city with people you didn't really recognize. Your memories of your life before were fuzzy because of how young you were, but the people in the big building were nice to you.
Alexei would definitely play with you the most. He'd get down on the floor and would be the first to volunteer for almost anything that wasn't potty training you.
Yelena also grew attached pretty quickly. There was just something about seeing her own father try to give you a childhood similar to her own before it went to shit. She hated that you didn't even get a glimpse of what normal felt like.
She would try to mimic how Natasha was with her. Just someone you knew you could rely on, no matter how much it might hurt her to remember.
Bob would be the one to play with you when Alexei couldn't. He would sneak you snacks when you were in time out. He'd also have a way of understanding your unpredictable and undeveloped emotions.
If you ever caused a mess with your powers he would comfort you as he helped you clean it up. He knows what it feels like, and he even manages to learn a thing or two from you.
They definitely all have protective ear plugs for when you throw tantrums. They know you don't mean to hurt them, but the protection is still necessary.
Valentina would probably have a soundproof room for you. They would all fight against you ever going in there. They all knew what it felt like to be cooped up and monitored like that.
It would take a while before Bucky got comfortable around a kid. Less because of you, more because he didn't know how to be around someone so small and fragile anymore.
The first time he would really bond with you would be after a test from Valentina. You came back refusing to speak to anyone, afraid you would hurt them. He recognized that fear of yourself as somethign he'd experienced too many times.
He was always quiet, so it wasn't too surprising when he sat down across from you and just started scrolling on his phone. When you eventually started to cry from the stress he just held you.
Once you calmed down he gave you one of your toys and taught you a breathing exercise he thought was bullshit when his therapist first taught it to him.
You would definitely stick magnets on his arm. He'd pretend to get annoyed but would secretly love it.
Walker would avoid you. You'd remind him of his family he'd left behind. You wouldn't be having any of that, though. If you wanted attention then you would make sure you got it.
He would be very easy for you to laugh at, and the others fully embraced using him as your jester.
Ava would help you pull pranks on the others by telling you where they were headed so you could yell boo at them.
She wouldn't really understand what to do with a child at first, but she'd absolutely grow to love you.
They might not have always been a family to each other, but they were definitely a family to you. And you managed to help them just as much as they helped you, in your own little ways.
You were their little glimpse into what they could be fighting for, even if it felt like the world was doomed.
Cooper Howard/The Ghoul from the fallout prime show as a dad figure to a child!reader.
Please! It’s so hard to find anything platonic from the fallout fandom.
Cooper Howard (The Ghoul) as your father figure
Fandom: Fallout (show storyline/universe)
gn!reader, no use of y/n, child!reader
A/N: It took everything in me to keep this fluffy and not angsty.
• He wasn’t too sure when you started hanging around him. All he knew was that one day you showed up with decent meat. He made you take a bite first so he knew it was safe, but after that he sure as hell wasn’t gonna argue with free food
• He definitely tried to shoo you off at first. Partially out of concern for his image, and partially because even if he was a ghoul he has enough humanity to not put a kid in danger’s way.
• “I ain’t yer dad, kid,” became his catchphrase for a while. You always stuck your tongue out when he told you this.
• He’d make sure you’re proficient with at least a few weapons. At least one of them would be some type of firearm. No way in hell is he leaving you defenseless.
• If you’re small enough to sneak around he’d definitely take advantage of that. Maybe not for anything too dangerous, but definitely for things like stealing caps or rations.
• He’d probably give you little missions of your own. Mostly material gathering or similar things to keep you away from his… worse colleagues.
• He’d probably try to keep you away for a while. Rejecting hugs or the title of dad. But he’d be fiercely protective over you.
• If anyone saw him hanging around with you he’d say you were just an associate. He doesn’t want to admit he’s attached to you, not to himself, or anyone else.
• He’d rarely use your actual name. Typically calling you “kid” or “youngin”. He might have a couple of other nicknames for you based off of your skills or any mishaps you get yourself into.
• Tough love at times. The wasteland is a rough place, and while he’ll always pick you back up when you fall, he makes sure you can handle whatever the cruel world will throw at you. Not to say he’s needlessly cruel, he’s just honest about the reality. And the reality is almost never pretty.
• You’d probably pick up his accent. Even if it’s not usually noticeable, there would be at least a word or two with a distinct Southern twang to them.
• When he was doing the shootout in Filly you were probably taking advantage of the calamity a little while away from the action. Far enough you wouldn’t actually get hurt if you used your brain, close enough everyone else was freaking out. You’d swipe some supplies and caps from right under peoples’ noses.
• Once the crowd had largely died out you quickly looted the corpses for anything valuable. Some of them were already being plundered from others, but since you already had a bit of supplies from what you’d already stolen, you decided to save the ammo for something more pressing.
• When you returned to your father he’d tell you about the vault dweller he’d met. He knew someone as naive as her would surely fall for the innocent looks of a child, especially if you brought the dog he just saved.
• While tracking Lucy he’d explain what he was doing. to you. He’d give you pop quizzes as you went. The wastelands were a horrible place, and this was an important skill for anyone to have in this line of work.
• You wouldn’t be too phased by the sight of the doctor’s decapitated corpse. Cooper wouldn’t be sure whether to be relieved you could stomach what it takes to survive, or horrified a kid couldn’t even enjoy their childhood anymore.
• Before each job he’d tell you not to mess up. It wasn’t a threat about what he’d do to you, but a warning that the world wouldn’t forgive you like he would. Trying to protect your innocence would only hurt you
• This was one of the easier missions. You told Lucy you were scared and lost. The crocodile tears came easy to you. You told her you didn’t have any supplies to even get through the night, and when she put her bag down to rummage through it you started to dig through it yourself, the excitement not entirely feigned.
• The head wasn’t in the bag, though, so you told her someone told you they saw a woman with a blue jumpsuit carrying a head. You pulled out the scared kid card, asking if she’d do that to you. Obviously she told you that she wouldn’t. You asked if it was true, and she didn’t lie, still believing in her golden rule.
• You asked her where the head went. Not wanting to scare you by telling you about the creature in the lake, she told you she lost it. You asked how she managed to lose a head. She shrugged, but you saw how her eyes drifted towards the water, and you knew what did it.
• You called out to The Ghoul, telling him what you discovered. Then you got to sit back and play around in the nearby dirt as he worked. It wasn’t often you got to just be a kid, but you took what you could get.
• When it was time to get moving again, Lucy asked how he could let his own kid get involved in all of this. “They ain’t mine, just an associate is all. They like to hang around me”. You’d learned not to protest when he said this, especially not around strangers, so instead you just rolled your eyes.
• She’d insist he shouldn’t let you hang around him, and you chimed in by telling her you could hear everything she was saying. You didn’t like how she talked about your dad or yourself.
• When the three of you came across the fresh water you drank first. Cooper insisted it was to make sure the water was truly safe, but he actually just wanted to make sure you got your fill in.
• You scavenged the town for food, caps, or any other supplies as he visited Roger. Later, when you went to the Super Duper Mart he told you to go scavenging for another few hours. You knew you didn’t need that much supplies, but he insisted. He didn’t want you to see him struggling. And god forbid he went feral and attacked you.
• When you returned he was getting back in his feet after Lucy gave him a new vial. You two went inside the market together, and he told you to get some real rest. When you woke up to the sheriffs taking you both in you should’ve felt nervous, or angry, or something. You didn’t though. If anything all you felt was inconvenienced. You knew your dad would get you out of the situation. You didn’t need to be scared. You’d be back on the road in no time. Your father would never let you get hurt.
Hello there! I saw that your requests were open so I figured I’d pop in here
Could I get some parental Tony Stark hcs? (Mcu preferably)
It could be about anything, like how he is as a parent, but could you include some physical affection hcs as well? And it could be for child reader or teen reader, either or is okay!
Thank you and have a good day!💜💜💜
Tony Stark as a father figure
Fandom: MCU / Marvel Cinematic Universe
gn!reader, no use of y/n, child!reader
A/N: Dude father figure!Tony Stark has such a special place in my heart- these fics are actually what got me into reader insert fics in general, lol!
Tony's biggest fear was always that he would be like his own father. You'd be his pride and joy, and he'd do literally anything for you, without you even asking.
So yes, you would definitely be spoiled. You'd have rules and would be taught gratitude, but your standards would definitely be pretty high, especially when you're younger and don't really understand much outside of your own world.
While he'd try to keep your life separate from the media and the avengers, there would be times you just wouldn't let go of your dad, so he'd hold you in his arms or lap as the meeting went on.
He'd always stop whatever he was doing to pay attention to you or scoop you up if you so desired. The only exception would be if he was doing anything dangerous, in which case there were multiple parental locks on everything.
If you were at all clingy, you'd probably be practically attached to him. He can't bring himself to say no to you when you look up to him with your big eyes and outstretched little arms.
Even if you weren't into things like science or engineering, he'd take the time to learn what you enjoyed, and he'd do it with you. Instruments, painting, you name it, he'll try it for you.
There isn't a number big enough for the amount of times you've temporarily transformed his workshop into something he never could've dreamed of.
Even if you're not as smart as he was or as accomplished as he was he'd be so proud of all of your achievements. Lots and lots of high fives and "good job, kiddo!".
He wouldn't be a total softie, though. He'd definitely tease you and sarcasm would be your first language. You two would definitely get in trouble with Pepper a lot (more so Tony for teaching this to you)
If you had nightmares he'd sit with you in your bed until you fell asleep curled up next to him, or in his arms. Sometimes you'd wriggle your way between him and Pepper in their bed.
During movie nights you'd do the same thing. Though he'd make jokes about how you're sitting in the popcorn's spot and "where are we going to put the snacks now!".
He wouldn't be too big on dad jokes, but you'd definitely have the "hi hungry, I'm dad" experience at least a couple of times.
You'd always be allowed to hold his hand or hide behind him when there were other people around. If you were particularly shy he'd probably tease you for a bit to get you to come out of your shell, but he'd never make you let go of him.
The only real rule he'd have about you clinging to him would be that you're not allowed to play with the arc reactor. He'd explain to you why he needed it and why it wasn't a toy.
He would absolutely be beyond overprotective of you. Any time you had to talk to someone he didn't know he'd have a protective hand on your shoulder, ready to move you behind him at a moments notice. (Your first day at school would definitely be a rough one for the both of you).
You two would definitely prank each other by drawing on the other's face while they slept. One time Tony took a nap before a meeting with the Avengers and he went in with a third eye. You'd go to school the next day with a moustache.
If you ever had a bad day you'd bury your face in his shirt or shoulder as he'd hold you tight, whispering words of comfort as he rubbed your back.
His love language is obviously still gift giving with everyone else, but with you it evolves into physical touch. If you two were in the same room together, you'd practically be on top of one another.
To someone else it might seem like an unhealthy attachment but it wasn't really out of anxiety or necessity, it would just be how the two of you were with one another.
It's not a typical relationship, but nothing with Tony ever is. He'd be your father and you'd be his cuddly baby, no matter how old you grow to be.
So, I saw ur Kinger father figure thingy and WOWIEE I LOVED ITT!!!
Then, I had an idea.. What if we have teen Reader and parent Kinger (obv) but the episode with the guns. So, this would awaken the rank side of Reader and they would jst go crazy. I'll also leave Kinger's reaction up to U ^^
Also, if u wouldn't mind doing an episode 8 one? Like, will Reader also get 'PuT iN tHeIr PlAcE'? Or will they be with Kinger having to watch all of it? I'll leave that to u..
Ty 4 ur time!!1!1!1!!1!
Father figure Kinger in Episode 7
Fandom: TADC / The Amazing Digital Circus
gn!reader, teen!reader, no use of y/n
A/N: I'm so happy y'all liked my Kinger HCs! I was kinda nervous posting it cuz it wasn't a request lol.
When Caine announces it would be a paired adventure, you were all a bit confused as to how it would work with odd numbers. Naturally, Zooble offered to sit this one out, but Caine was oddly insistent on everyone joining.
You, Kinger, and Ragatha became a team of three. You got along well enough with her, especially after she opened up to the group about her issues with her mom, as your own home life wasn't too great before you'd come to the circus.
As soon as the adventure turned into a battle royale you instantly knew this was your type of game. You used to play FPS type games all of the time before you arrived.
Although you logically knew shooting a gun in real life was different from a game, technically everything in the circus was just that- part of a game.
You managed to take a life off Pomni almost immediately before her and Jax ran off, though you didn't have much time to get anyone else before Ragatha pulled you and Kinger away from the action.
Kinger would probably compliment your abilities and offer you a high five, though when you gave him one he'd ask why you just hit his hand.
You were beyond trigger-happy, shooting at any slight movement you saw. Even if it was just a shadow on the wall, you'd have pinpoint accuracy.
Ragatha would ask you to show her how to do this, and you'd probably make some snarky comment about not being the tutorial (even if this would normally be out of character for you, something about this adventure just unlocked a different side of you).
The only thing that would snap you out of the trance, even if only temporarily, would be the butterfly. You're not sure why, but something about both the gesture and the creature itself encapsulated you, if only for a few moments.
You'd probably make it to at least the final four before inevitably joining your teammates. Even if you were good, you weren't invulnerable, and you certainly didn't have unlimited ammo.
When you joined everyone else who was eliminated Kinger would rush over to make sure you were alright. He'd wrap you in a hug and ask where you learned to shoot like that.
He'd probably be more proud of your talents than concerned for your sanity. He knew you'd never do something like that if there were actual stakes at hand.
Even if you insisted you were fine, he'd probably conjure a butterfly for you, just to be on the safe side (and maybe because even in the light he took note of how much you seemed to love it).
It's not that you two weren't openly close around the other members of the circus, but it was still a bit odd for the others to see Kinger acting so... normal, even with you.
Ragatha would probably ask if you already knew about his "sane side", and you'd explain that you did and give her a bit more insight as to how it worked when he was in the dark or the light.
You'd tell her all about the conversations and memories you've had with him and how important the pillow fort really was to the both of you.
You and Kinger would both extend an offer for her to join you in the fort, and probably explain that Pomni also knew about how the darkness impacted him.
After all of the excitement you'd probably curl up next to Kinger, exhausted from the day's adventure. Even if you didn't need to rest in the circus, it still felt nice after everything.
He'd lean into the affection and put his hand on your back as a way to let you know you were safe; to let you know that he was there.
Everyone else in the room seemed to quiet a bit at the sight, giving you two some space. They all knew you were close, and it was obvious you saw him as your dad, but for the first time they got to see just how deep it ran.
Hi there! could I request a fic as a typical day with Crowley (Good Omens) as a parental figure with a child reader around 8-10 years old?
Father figure!Crowley with a child reader
Fandom: Good Omens
Gn!reader, child!reader, no use of Y/N
A/N: Dad!Crowley has such a special place in my heart you don’t understand </3. Tysm for the request, I hope you enjoy!
• Crowley wouldn’t be the traditional type of father figure by any means (Not that this comes as a surprise to anyone).
• He’d insist he was taking care of you because kids are easy to manipulate, similar to what he did with Warlock. Anyone who sees the way you two interact would know just how much of a lie that was
• A typical day for you two would probably be very chaotic, in all of the best ways. He’d be awake before you, in his office or with his plants.
• You try to sneak up on him. He hears you coming and tells you that you’ve still got quite a bit of time before you’ll actually be able to properly startle him.
• He’d make you breakfast as you babbled on about whatever stories you’d made up or whatever else was on your little mind.
• Once you were ready for the day he’d drop you off at school in the Bentley. He’d still go well over the speed limit, though slightly slower with you as a passenger. You’d love the adrenaline rush you get from racing down a bumpy road.
• He probably gets cut off by a couple of other parents while dropping you off. You copy him as he gives them the finger.
• He’d tell you to be a bad influence on the other kids at school. Not that he’d encourage you to get into a dangerous situation, but you’d definitely teach your classmates some fun new words.
• You’d run out to the Bentley to meet him once class ends. He wasn’t entirely sure how to react to your hugs the first few times, but by now it was second nature for him to wrap his arms around your small figure.
• He’d take your school bags from you as you buckled up. Odds are you’d stop by the bookshop before heading home. Crowley would warn Aziraphale to try not to be too good of an influence on you.
• You’d tell both of them about your day. The pretty flower you saw at recess and the kid who was hogging the slide. You spare no detail, and they’re both hooked on your every word.
• The grown ups would leave to talk about boring adult stuff you honestly couldn’t care less about. You get to play with your toys while they finish up.
• Your final stop before you head home is the park. You need to make sure the ducks are getting fed something other than bread. Your dad is oddly passionate about that. You like it too, of course, but it’s fun hearing him make fun of how stupid the other park-goers are.
• While he wouldn’t put too much pressure on you academically, he’d still make sure you got your homework done. He’d walk you through anything you needed help with. Even if he’d never taken a formal math class being alive for 6,000 years teaches you a thing or two.
• Technically he didn’t need to eat, but you refused to have dinner without him, so he got into the habit. You’d alternate whose turn it was to pick dinner.
• Sometimes you’d try to help him in the kitchen, other times you’d watch cartoons or draw on the floor. If he needed to give something time to bake or cool down he’d plop down on the sofa and watch either you or the TV until he was inevitably dragged into one of your games (not that he would mind).
• Even if you were playing something as simple as candy land he could never find it in him to be bored with what he was doing if you were there. Even if listening to the same song for the fifth time was getting slightly irritating.
• Dinners would consist of you two being overly sassy with one another. You play off of each other’s energy like second nature.
• Once you’re done eating you’d either continue playing or finish up with your homework. Either way you’d beg to stay up ‘just 5 more minutes!’ Before going to bed.
• He’d ruffle your hair and tell you if you go to bed now then you can feed the ducks again tomorrow. You go get ready, insisting you’re not going because he told you to, but because you want to feed the ducks. “Of course!”, he’d reply as you’d head off to the bathroom to brush your teeth.
• You’d try to sneak up on him again once you finish getting ready for bed, and get the same results as you did in the morning, before he’d scoop you up and take you to your room.
• Some days you’d pretend to fight it, laughing as you squirm in his arms. Other days you just let him grab you, wrapping your arms around him and pulling your head close to his chest. He hopes you don’t notice you’ve gotten too big for him to do this without using a miracle.
• He’d have issues actually saying the words “I love you”, but he’d show it in a million tiny ways. Even if you were only young you still picked up on them.
• You’ve mostly outgrown bedtime stories at this point, but sometimes you can’t resist the urge to ask him to tell you about one of his supernatural adventures.
• Your favorite stuffed animal to snuggle up with would be a plush snake. You’re not really sure when you got it, but it’s been your favorite for as long as you can remember.
• If you have nightmares that wake you up you instinctually cry out for Crowley. He’s there in a heartbeat. Sometimes you want to talk to him about it, other times you just cry as he holds you. Either way you fall back asleep in his arms as he holds you close, letting you know nothing can hurt you if he’s around.
• Nights he has an assignment are rough. You can always reach his mobile, but it’s not the same. He tends to leave behind one of his jackets for you to wrap yourself up in, just in case.
• You never once doubt that he’ll be back in the morning. You know you’ll try to sneak up on him again, and he’ll tell you that there’s still a long way for you to go before you can scare him.
• He might be a demon, but you’re his kid. Selfish and sinful as he may be, you’re his top priority, and you always will be.
