𝜗ৎ[a/n]: For anon! (Dividers by @sisterlucifergraphics)
𝜗ৎGirl dad!Childe, who has a daughter who is the exact carbon copy of him despite his genes being supposedly recessive.
𝜗ৎGirl dad!Childe, who can recognize the glimmer in his daughter’s eyes that he once had at her age whenever he reads her to sleep with the same stories his father used to tell him, and vows to himself to do everything in his power never to let that light go out.
𝜗ৎGirl dad!Childe, who's not entirely new to this after growing up with many sisters and always insists on being the one to do his little girl’s hair. He carefully brushes her soft hair before gently gathering it and braids it with practiced skill, purposefully lasting longer than he should to savour the feeling of caring for a child of his own after years of doing it for his siblings.
𝜗ৎGirl dad!Childe, who despite being a proud father, also wishes to be respected by his colleagues since he is the youngest one out of the few and feels he has more to prove, so he buys only peel-off nail polish for his baby to have all the creative freedom she wants and for him to be taken seriously during his job.
Zandik is not allowed to touch her with a ten-foot pole.
As a matter of fact, none of the harbingers besides The Rooster will be informed of her existence (they will still find out somehow)
𝜗ৎGirl dad!Childe, who seamlessly embodies the character his daughter wants him to roleplay as because of his experience with joining public theatrical plays in the past. Is she asking for a knight? a pirate? a magician? She has all in one.
𝜗ৎGirl dad!Childe, who pauses whenever the tale he is reading to her involves a charming prince or a knight in shining armor, and makes up the rest of the story himself before making sure there is no other book in her library that could make her think she needs a man to save her or depend on that is not him.
𝜗ৎGirl dad!Childe, who swears he won’t baby her or buy her whatever she wants after you told him she has to learn she can’t have everything she demands, yet somehow you find a princess themed vanity table in her bedroom the next day, where he is sitting patiently while she practices makeup on him. How did that get there?
𝜗ৎGirl dad!Childe, who does everything in his power to come back sooner from his travels and never returns empty-handed, for either you or his daughter, who has a collection of different toys and jewelry from all nations by the time she is 5.
𝜗ৎGirl dad!Childe, who constantly thanks the Tsaritsa for such a blessing, for being able to build a family and be happy despite having blood on his hands. For having a beautiful daughter who brought order and purpose to his chaotic life.
𝜗ৎGirl dad!Childe, who despite seeing his daughter as his biggest blessing in life, also gave him an unfamiliar sense of vulnerability as he realized he had more to lose. Who struggles to fall asleep and sometimes spends hours sitting on the rocking chair in his daughter’s nursery, observing his princess peacefully sleep in her deer onesie to reassure himself that she is still here, and anybody who would dare lay a finger on her would be a dead man.
Characters: Anthony, Kate, Meera (OC Daughter), Lady Danbury
Rating: General Audiences
Synopsis: When eight-year-old Meera Bridgerton decides that a roof is the only appropriate response to a slight against her mother, Kate and Anthony have to navigate the terrifying gap between being a Viscount/Viscountess and simply being parents who are desperately, helplessly in love with their "extraordinary" child.
Author’s Note: I just really needed to write about Kanthony being the most competent, most in-love parents in the world. Meera is definitely a mix of Anthony’s "protective-to-a-fault" genes and Kate’s "don't-mess-with-my-family" fire. Also, let's be real, Anthony would absolutely sit on a roof just to be at eye level with his daughter.
The note arrived at half past two.
Anthony read it once, set it down, read it again, and then looked at his wife across the breakfast table with the expression of a man recalibrating.
"She's on the roof," he said.
Kate looked up from her correspondence. A pause — very brief, very controlled. "Which roof."
"The Danbury roof."
Kate set her letter down. "Why is she on the Danbury roof."
"Lady Danbury does not say." He turned the note over. Nothing on the back. "She says only that Meera climbed there at approximately one o'clock and has refused to come down, and that she would consider it a personal favour if we came and dealt with—" he checked the note — "our extraordinary child before she takes a year off my life."
Silence.
Then Kate stood, smoothed her skirts, and said: "I'll get my coat."
Anthony was already at the door.
They did not speak much in the carriage. They did not need to. Kate's hand was on the seat between them and at some point Anthony's had covered it, not urgently, just resting there — the weight of it familiar and deliberate — and she had turned her palm up without looking at him.
This was not a thing they discussed. It had simply developed over years, this language without words, and Kate had long since stopped being surprised by how fluently she spoke it.
"She's fine," she said.
"She's on a roof," he said.
"She's your daughter. She's calculating load-bearing angles up there."
The corner of his mouth moved. "She's your daughter. She climbed up there in the first place."
Kate said nothing, which was agreement.
Lady Danbury met them at the door looking like a woman who had made her peace with the afternoon but intended to be compensated for it.
"East slope," she said, before they had spoken. "She has been there ninety minutes. She took biscuits." A pause. "I passed them up myself. She said thank you very politely."
Something moved across Kate's face. Anthony saw it — he always saw it, had made something of a private study of all the things that moved across Kate's face when she thought no one was looking. It was there and gone in a moment. Fond. Helpless. Entirely in love with her own child.
"She is well?" Kate said.
"Perfectly comfortable," Lady Danbury said, with feeling. "It is the rest of us who are suffering."
Anthony went up first.
He was, objectively, too large and too formally dressed to be climbing through an upper window onto a sloped roof, and he was aware of this, and he did it anyway without particular ceremony because Meera was on the other side of the window and that was the only calculation that mattered.
She was sitting against the chimney stack with her knees drawn up, looking out over the garden below. She had a biscuit in one hand. Her hair had come half loose from its ribbon. She looked, he thought, heart-cracking small against the sky.
She heard him and looked over. Then back at the garden.
"Hello, Papa."
"Hello." He settled beside her on the slope, which is not something he had anticipated doing this afternoon, and looked out at the same garden. After a moment he said: "Nice view."
Meera glanced at him sideways. "You're not angry?"
"I'm a great many things. I'm working through them in order."
She was quiet.
"What happened," he said.
She told him. Haltingly at first, then all at once, the way she did — held it and held it and then gave it over entirely. He listened without speaking. He had learned this from Kate, who was better at it than he was, who had taught him that listening completely was its own kind of language.
It was, in short, this: Cecily Hartington had said something at Lady Danbury's afternoon visit for daughters, and Meera had said something back, and what Meera had said had been — accurate, she maintained — but the nature of it had caused Cecily to cry, and Lady Danbury had separated them, and Meera had made the calculation that the roof was preferable to the parlour.
When Meera finished, the garden was very quiet below them.
"She said Mama didn't belong here," Meera said. She said it simply, the way children say things that have cost them something. "That she never would. That everyone only pretends, because of—" She stopped. "Because of you."
Anthony was still.
"I said something back," Meera said. "About her singing. It wasn't—" She turned her biscuit over in her hands. "It wasn't kind."
"No."
"But Papa—"
"I know." His voice was very even. "I know what she said, and I know why you answered it. And I want you to understand that I am not angry about the why." He turned to look at her properly. "I am frightened about the roof. Those are two different things."
Meera looked at him. She had Kate's eyes, exact, and they were doing the thing Kate's eyes did — measuring him honestly, giving him the same.
"The slope is manageable," she tried.
"Meera."
"It is quite gentle—"
"You are eight years old and you are sitting on the exterior of a building and I aged ten years between reading Lady Danbury's note and arriving at this window." He said it plainly, no performance in it, just fact. "So when I say I am frightened, I need you to receive that seriously."
She looked at him for a long moment.
Then she leaned over and put her head on his arm.
It was not quite an apology. It was something better — the specific gesture of a child who understood that she had scared someone she loved and wanted to close the distance. Anthony put his arm around her, tucked her in, and looked out at the garden, and did not say anything for a while because he could not trust his voice to stay level.
"She's wrong," he said finally. "About your mother."
"I know."
"Your mother belongs—" He stopped. Started again, more carefully, because this mattered and he wanted to get it right. "Your mother walked into a world that wanted to make her small, and she simply refused, and eventually the world adjusted. That is not a woman who doesn't belong. That is the only kind of woman worth belonging to a world."
Meera was quiet. Then: "Is that why you married her?"
He thought about it genuinely, the way she deserved. "I married her," he said, "because she beat me at pall mall and I had no idea what to do with someone like that. And then I spent several months being extremely foolish about it before I came to my senses."
Meera looked up at him. "How foolish."
"Heroically foolish. Legendarily. Do not ask your aunts. They will tell you, and they will enjoy it."
She laughed — the real one, the full one that scrunched her face — and he felt it in his chest the way he always did, like something resolving.
"Come inside," he said. "Your mother is waiting."
Kate was at the bottom of the staircase.
She had the look she wore when she had already received the summary and composed herself — still and straight in the way that was doing real work underneath. She looked at Meera coming down the stairs and something crossed her face, quick and total, that she didn't quite manage to contain.
Meera reached the bottom step.
"Mama, I'm—"
Kate stepped forward and folded her into her arms, which was not what Meera had been expecting, and after a brief startled moment Meera held on with both hands, her face pressed into Kate's shoulder.
Kate looked at Anthony over their daughter's head.
He looked back.
There were entire sentences in it — she's all right, I've spoken to her, she was defending you, I know, I know she was — and none of them required words, and both of them knew it.
Kate pressed her lips to the top of Meera's hair. Then she pulled back, held her daughter at arm's length, and looked at her with the expression that was stern and warm at once in the particular way that only Kate had ever managed.
"The roof," Kate said.
"Papa already—"
"I am not Papa." Kate tilted her head. "The roof, Meera."
Meera had the grace to look genuinely contrite. "The slope was—"
"If you tell me the slope was manageable," Kate said, pleasantly, "I will ensure you are not allowed near a garden trellis until you are forty."
Meera's mouth closed.
"You frightened me," Kate said, simply. No theatre, no elaboration. Just that, delivered quietly, with the directness that was Kate's most devastating quality and always had been. "Enormously. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mama."
"Good." She smoothed Meera's collar. Her hands were very gentle. "Now go and apologise to Lady Danbury. Sincerely. With your whole face."
Meera went.
Anthony came to stand beside her. Close — not quite touching, but close enough that Kate could feel the warmth of him, which she had once found annoying and had long since reclassified as one of her favourite things.
"She defended you," he said quietly.
"I know."
"From a roof."
"I heard."
He didn't say anything else. Kate looked at the doorway Meera had gone through, and the thing that had been pressing behind her composure for the last hour moved through her all at once — swift and enormous and gone again.
Anthony, without looking at her, offered his hand.
She took it.
Meera slept on the way home.
She made it approximately six minutes before she was simply gone — the absolute total unconsciousness of a child who has spent ninety minutes on a roof and all of her considerable reserves on being brave about it. She slid sideways against Kate's arm and Kate adjusted without thinking, settled her in, and Meera's hand found Anthony's across the gap and held it even in sleep.
The carriage rocked gently. London moved past the window.
"She told me," Anthony said quietly, "why she went up."
"I know why she went up."
"Kate—"
"Anthony." She looked at him. "I know." She said it the way she said things she'd made peace with — not without feeling, but settled. "It is not the first time someone has said it and it will not be the last. What matters is—" She looked down at their daughter asleep against her arm. "What matters is what she hears from us."
He looked at her for a long moment. The carriage light caught his face, and he had the expression he got sometimes that he didn't seem to know was visible — unguarded in the way he only was in private, in the particular privacy of the three of them.
"You know," he said, "she said something on the roof. About why I married you."
Kate raised an eyebrow. "What did you tell her?"
"The truth. That you beat me at pall mall and I had absolutely no idea what to do with you."
Kate was quiet for a moment. Then: "That is a terrible reason to marry someone."
"It is an accurate reason."
"It makes me sound like a curiosity."
"You were a curiosity." He met her eyes. "And then you were everything else."
Kate looked at him. He looked back. Between them, Meera slept on, one hand in her mother's arm and one hand in her father's, held from both sides without even knowing it.
Kate reached across with her free hand and picked a piece of roof tile dust off Anthony's shoulder.
He caught her hand before she withdrew it. Held it there, against his chest.
Neither of them spoke.
Outside, London went golden in the late afternoon light, and the carriage carried them home.
Angeal - I think there are two avenues for all the boys in terms of how they react to being a dad. For Angeal Avenue one is everything his father was to him. He is kind supportive, firm but fair, wants to listen and be heard, and never resorts to violence. Ever.
Avenue two, is wanting to be like his dad, but being blinded by the idea of dreams and honour enough that he’s a little more like his ma. He loves his child, but he has expectations of them that are sometimes too high. He’d never ever hit is child, but sometimes he’d say things that he thinks are inspiring/ thought provoking when actually it’s just causing internalised self criticism.
Really, Avenue two for Angeal is the kind of dad that relies a little too much on EXACTLY what his parents did with him. That idea of “my dad did this with me and I turned out just fine” idea. It’s rigid and does t move with the times, there’s no growth, just emulation. Angeal would always love his kid, in every scenario, but he really should work on the way he addresses their failures.
Genesis - Avenue one is that he does not want children.
Avenue two is that Genesis would desperately avoid being to his child what his parents were to him. He’d encourage creative persuits and passions; make sure he reacted with enthusiasm to everything they did, and tell them constantly that he is proud of them. The problem with Avenue two is that I feel Genesis would have a tendency to over do it. He’d breed an environment where nothing anyone told him about his child, that was negative, could be true.
It’s what my teacher-mother would call, the “my little Jonny” approach. Basically It doesn’t matter if little Jonny throws a chair at a child or threatens to stab a teacher, little Jonny “is not like that at home” and therefore everyone else is wrong.
Genesis would hate saying no, and therefore fold like a house of cards the second the child threw a tantrum.
Sephiroth - Avenue one, is an absolute dear in the headlights who does not handle it and so he hides from it.
Avenue two, is present but reserved. The one thing Sephiroth knows is that he does not want to be Hojo. However, with no other frame of reference, and very little understanding of his own traumas past being physically experimented on, Sephiroth would have high and often times unmanageable expectations. He would see it as a better way of parenting because at least his child was not being experimented on. He does not record their progress, nor mandate training, but he has an expectation that his child should excel by virtue of being raised better than he was, regardless of the fact that the child is scared of him.
I think his child would grow up to have a very distant and transactional relationship with him. They would be aware that nothing would ever satisfy him, while Sephiroth would see his scheduled time with the child as constructive and educational only. He believes this is enough.
I love you would not be something spoken, but something Sephiroth believes is understood. It is not.
Zack - Avenue one is a bit of an immature dad.
Avenue two, is a genuinely good guy to his partner and his kids. I feel like Zack just oozes good dad energy. Because Zack has the ability to admit that he doesn’t know and therefore would admit that he made mistakes. He’s able to get on his kids level to help them understand, but he’s also the dad kids love because he’s willing to let them try things that some may think is too dangerous.
He’s not necessarily looking to teach, he’s just looking to share, but in sharing Zack passes on so much knowledge. How to change a tire; how to flip a pancake; why we don’t push mommy/pappas buttons when they’re grumpy. It’s all stuff Zack just thinks is natural to talk about. With a little girl he’d want to be prepared for things like periods and boy drama (or girl drama), with a boy, he’d want them to be comfortable expressing themselves emotionally and creatively.
He’s not perfect. He’s a rough and tumble kind of dad at times so sometimes his kid gets hurt and he panicked. Sometimes his daughter wants to do or ware something Zack doesn’t think is safe and appropriate and he might say the wrong thing. But he apologises the second he realises or is set straight.
Cloud - Avenue one, is exactly what he do with Marlene and Denzel, which is run away.
Avenue two, is more post AC I feel. He tries really hard. Really REALLY hard to be present and to work on his mental health, at least enough that it doesn’t effect his kids. Cloud is all too aware that his upbringing was rough around the edges and while his ma tried, there were things she couldn’t handle. Cloud is very keen to let his child know that they do not have to change themselves for others to like them.
He’s shaky on turning up to stuff. Tifa has to give him “the look”. He’s not good socially, or with affection, so sometimes his kid can be crying and Cloud should probably hug them but he doesn’t.
I feel like Clouds kids would adore him for trying but they’d also know that he just doesn’t operate like most parents. They are fondly exasperated by him most of the time, but sometimes his mistakes can cause some big reactions for his kids. Sentences like “no, you never mean to!” Or “this always happens!” Have been said, and they will be said again. The important thing is, Cloud tries and his kids see that.
They will grow up with their own issues, some caused by having a dad like Cloud. But they love him. And he loves them.
And yes, Cloud says it. Not often, but when he feels it need to be said. He says I love you. And he means it.
Yesterday I saw a post about head cannoning female characters as bad with children and not at all maternal which made me think about stargate characters and I have drawn the conclusion that
1) Daniel is the most maternal, closely followed by Carson.
2) Jonas is the child
3) John was once handed a crying baby and screamed back.
4) Elizabeth has been known to encourage children to argue back. She believes she is teaching them to advocate for what is right. Authority figures believe she’s a bad influence. Hammond is just grateful she didn’t teach them to swear.
5) Jack did teach them to swear.
6) Vala teaches children to steal and acts as a space fagan.
i just saw stepchild! reader and angels, and i already love it and you!
imagine how Daishinkan will literally go crazy when he starts dealing with human teeth (if the reader is small and has baby teeth)
it's like the reader's mom tells Daishinkan "can you discreetly put this dollar under their pillow? they'll be happy with a gift from the dental fairy " - "….What?"
or for example, this is something neither Daishinkan nor his ultra instinct expects. His stepchild comes in with a rope in his mouth, holds out the other end of the rope, and asks him to pull it, and Daishinkan is literally in cosmic terror when he pulls out a tooth, because even though he's smart, he still didn't know what it would lead to.
(And even though he's not the type of parent who checks the closet for monsters, he'll do it, and just in case, he'll create a magical defense)
OMG yesss
Being the biological child of Daishinkan’s mortal partner comes with certain complexities. For example:
• You’re tiny by angel standards
• You’re mortal
• And worst of all...
You have baby teeth.
Daishinkan had prepared for everything: emotional needs, spiritual energy, education, safety...
But he absolutely, completely, entirely forgot that mortals shed teeth.
First Incident:
Your mother: “Dai, sweetie, could you do me a favor? When they fall asleep, put this dollar under their pillow. Tooth fairy stuff.”
Daishinkan: “…This is related to dentistry?”
Your mother: “It’s tradition.”
Daishinkan: “…Tradition of what?”
Your mother: “Of children losing teeth.”
Daishinkan: “Losing—? Wh— They just detached body parts??”
He nearly teleports to check if you’re still structurally sound.
Your mother has to explain, slowly, that this is normal.
It still doesn’t help.
This is a man who has created universes.
He has seen timeless primordial entities.
He guards Zeno.
But he holds that little dollar like it’s a sacred relic and slips it under your pillow with the caution of someone handling a ticking bomb.
Second incident:
You waddle in, rope in your mouth, holding the other end out to him like you’re offering a cosmic treaty.
Daishinkan: “Beloved child, what… is this ritual?”
You (muffled): “Jush puhll.”
Daishinkan, who has never said no to you in his life, takes the rope.
The moment he feels resistance, his Ultra Instinct flares-
-because something inside you just pops.
Your tooth shoots out like a tiny mortal torpedo and bounces off his sacred temple floor.
Daishinkan:
“…”
“I HAVE REMOVED A PIECE OF YOU.”
He panics so hard the entire Angelic Order senses something is wrong.
Whis appears immediately, panicked: “Father, are we under attack?”
Daishinkan, holding the tiny tooth like it’s cursed:
“Apparently, mortals eject components.”
Whis looks at you, then the tooth.
“Oh. They’re just losing teeth.”
Daishinkan: “You KNEW ABOUT THIS??”
Third incident:
He doesn’t believe in monsters.
He has destroyed beings who would make “monsters” beg for mercy.
But one night you whisper:
“Daishinkan… can you check the closet? Just in case?”
He checks.
Not once.
Not lazily.
Not “ah yes, nothing here.”
He checks like he’s scanning for multiversal anomalies.
And when he finds nothing, he raises one hand and creates:
• a barrier of divine light,
• layered protective sigils,
• an alarm system,
• and a gentle glow so you don’t get scared of the dark.
All because you were a little nervous.
He tucks you in and smooths your hair back like you’re the most sacred being in existence.
Daishinkan:
“Rest, my child. No entity, creature, or force shall harm you. I have rewritten the laws of this room to ensure it.”
Your mother: “Dear… it was just a nightmare.”
Daishinkan: “It WILL NOT BECOME a real one.”
BONUS
Daishinkan keeps a tiny floating holographic chart tracking all your incoming baby teeth so he never gets “ambushed by nature” again.
When a tooth is loose, Ultra Instinct activates without his consent.
He calls mortal anatomy “structurally unstable but charming.”
Zeno loves showing him your missing teeth and thinks it’s hilarious.
Daishinkan has a permanent but gentle fear that your arm or leg might just “decide to detach too.”
I love your work, especially when you write for Gyro because you catch his essence really well (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)♡ ... May I request how much children Gyro, Abbacchio, Prosciutto, and Straizo, would want? Would they specifically want girls or boys, or they don't care? 0:
Oooh so sweet of you, thank you!!!! It means a lot to me to hear that! Gyro is one of my FAVES (though my blog name probably gives that away, haha…)
I will try my best~
(It’s Technically x reader?? Reader is there lol. Mostly about the character’s personal thoughts though.)
Various jjba: How many children do they want to have?
Straizo: Maybe at one point when he was a younger man he would’ve had an interest in more children beyond Elizabeth, but as she grew up, he found himself feeling older too. Even with the decelerated aging effects from his mastery over hamon, being referred to as “dad” or “father” reminds him of his fear of the inevitable march of time. So he’s not much interested in raising anymore children with you beyond his adopted daughter. But if he had another one when Elizabeth was still very young, he wouldn’t be opposed. Girl or boy doesn’t matter to him, he would train them in hamon the same as he did Elizabeth.
Prosciutto: He’s not against the idea, even while he’s still an assassin in the Italian mafia. He honestly thinks he’d be a good dad, a little strict, but good. You’re not so sure. What Prosciutto thinks is “tough love” tends to lean into “unnecessary cruelty” in your opinion. And the opinions of his squad mates. Thankfully even a stubborn guy like him won’t push the subject too much if you point out that having a kid while your financial situation is so unstable and his lifestyle is so dangerous might not be the best idea right now. Can’t really argue with that.
He won’t forget about it though. Whether your financial situation changes or he switches to something even slightly less dangerous in the mafia he’ll be bringing it up again.
He thinks he wants a boy. Just one. Maybe another one after his first is a bit older.
Abbacchio: No, he can’t imagine him having kids anytime soon. He’s no role model, he lacks patience with himself and other people, and with his disposition…he doesn’t think he’d be a father his future kid would be proud of. He can’t handle that kind of shame.
So please, don’t bring it up to him. At least not right now. Not while he’s living this dangerous lifestyle and always moving from place to place. And not mentally prepared for something like that. Maybe when he’s a bit older and things have calmed down (even then, probably not) but right now he knows he’s not ready for something like that.
Gyro Zeppeli: Given he’s the eldest, and from a rather large family, he’s always been used to being around kids, even though he hasn’t really given raising some of his own much thought. Just kinda felt like something he’d worry about when it was time. He imagined if he did have kids though, it’d be a few, at least three, but probably more. And he’d want all boys. Despite his seemingly wild nature, he had been a dutiful son back in the day, even if he may have goofed around behind his father’s back on occasion. As much as he respected his father, he wouldn’t want to raise his kids in that exact way, wishing instead to be a bit more empathetic, and with less of a black and white worldview.
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Ah I realize I didn’t really have anyone on this list I saw as a girl dad. I think Caesar would be one!
Okay so one thing about me is I HATE pregnancy and pregnancy fics and the idea of anything like that but I do love to think about what my favorite characters would be like as parents so here's some of my parenting headcanons for the bsd characters
1. Chuuya my absolute fav would be a really great girl dad. That man respects women and would raise his daughter to be the most feminist girl on earth. He would teach her to take no shit especially from boys, and he'd be like "if anyone says 'he's bullying you because he likes you' they're wrong. Kick his ass." But also he would not be afraid of his daughter's femininity. Chuuya would support her always. He WILL play dress up with his daughter, and play with dolls and all that. He would also either build or buy his daughter the coolest dollhouse on earth. As his daughter gets older he would watch a ton of makeup tutorials late at night (if he wasn't already familiar with makeup) to teach his daughter how to do makeup if she becomes interested in it. He also would not be ashamed to buy her pads or tampons or whatever at the store.
2. SSKK, because they're a package deal in my hc, would be really interesting to see parenting because I feel like it would be a massive learning experience for Akutagawa. He'd be very unfamiliar with parenting and he would kind of not know what to do. Like all of a sudden there's a baby in his arms and he has no idea what to do with it. He would be kind of good with older kids because he took care of Gin and stuff like in the beast universe. Atsushi would be kind of awkward about parenting but he'd be a good dad but would struggle with permissiveness. He would try to give his kid the opposite of the childhood he had in the orphanage but that would make him scared of telling his kid no and eventually Aku would have to step in and be firm and say no and explain why. He would maybe be the "because I said so" type at first but I feel like he would have grown even more by the time he had a kid so he would learn to explain more. It would go from like "because I said so" to "because this rule is in place to keep you safe" or something.
3. I can't really imagine Dazai as a father, but in a lighthearted environment I feel like he'd be that one uncle that's like "yeah I can babysit your kids but I'll give them energy drinks and teach them to swear" or he would like say something traumatizing to the kids.
4. Same goes for Yosano, I don't think she'd have a kid but if she were to be in the presence of one she would probably be a great self defense teacher. Like she watches the kid and then the kid goes back to their parents like "look what yosano taught me!" and then the kid pretty much knows how to knock someone out or kick them in the balls
That's all I can think of right now lowk. I kind of suck at getting my points across and also I haven't interacted with the bsd fandom in a while so these might be ooc but here y'all go anyways
I have a headcanon that once Joanne is older Jean-Paul and Kyle become foster parents and over the years they adopt three more kids. All of these children being older than Joanne.
Jean-Paul likes to introduce them by going "This is my first born Joanne and her older siblings."
