You know those videos of Dads and their dad reflexes with their baby’s? Like how they catch their kids before they land on their heads? Can I request Aventurine, Sunday, Dr Ratio, Blade, and Jing Yuan doing that?
Not really part of the request but I like to think Yanqing made it his mission to be a “big brother” to his generals new baby and has had a moment where he was alone watching the baby and saved it from hitting their head poor guy probably panicked💀
Warnings: Mentions of past trauma (Blade), Mentions of immortality (Blade), Mild violence (mentions of near danger).
A/N: please, he probably had a heart attack! 😭🙏
It was a quiet evening at Aventurine's lavish home, the dim glow of luxurious lamps casting a soft hue over the room. He sat at the long, sleek table in the dining room, tapping a pen rhythmically against the polished wood as he mulled over some calculations. Despite the grandiose trappings of his surroundings, tonight wasn’t about strategy or high-stakes games—this was his time with the child.
Aventurine’s latest gamble was one he hadn't anticipated: fatherhood. And while he was known for his cunning and calm in the face of danger, he had no strategy for this—no game to play. His child was his greatest unknown, and they had a way of defying expectations.
Suddenly, from across the room, the unmistakable sound of small feet scurrying broke the silence. Before he could register the moment fully, there they were—his little one, gleefully running toward him. But, alas, the floor was slippery beneath their tiny shoes.
Aventurine’s heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, he pushed himself from the table, his expression an unreadable mask, though his body tensed as he tracked their trajectory. His child, still oblivious to the danger, began to stumble—hands reaching forward for balance, their tiny body tipping perilously.
His movements were lightning-quick. Without hesitation, he swept in and caught them mid-air, lifting them up just before they could crash into the floor. His arms cradled them with the same calculated precision he applied to business deals.
They giggled, unaware of the near disaster, while Aventurine couldn’t suppress a small, wistful smile. The adrenaline rush of the moment lingered for only a second, but it made him realize that, in this chaotic game of life, he’d finally found something worth playing for.
"Careful there," he said, his voice light and playful, masking the fleeting unease he felt inside. "You’ve got to pace yourself in this game."
The room was bathed in the soft glow of early evening, a tranquil calm that was almost otherworldly. Sunday stood by the window, his gaze drifting toward the distant horizon as he reflected on his recent decisions. His mind, always occupied by existential ponderings, occasionally sought refuge in the simple joy of watching his child play.
They were playing by the couch, their little fingers gripping the soft carpet beneath them as they tried to stand, tottering on wobbly legs. Sunday smiled softly, his eyes flickering with pride. A part of him couldn’t help but admire the resilience they displayed—a quality he himself had struggled to find in his own past.
As they took another step, Sunday’s serene focus shifted into mild alarm when they lost their balance. Their body tipped forward, heading toward the edge of the coffee table.
Without a moment's hesitation, Sunday’s wings fluttered slightly—a subconscious reaction—and he moved forward, his tall figure flowing across the room in a series of graceful strides. He reached out just in time, his hands effortlessly catching them before they could collide with the table.
The little one blinked up at him, eyes wide in surprise, and he simply smiled softly, cradling them close to his chest. It was the kind of simple moment that his idealistic heart cherished—a moment that needed no words, just the soft comfort of protection.
“You’ve got to learn to balance in life,” he murmured gently, his voice like a soft breeze. “But don’t worry, I’m here to help you.”
For a brief moment, he felt the conflicting pull of his old idealism—his desire to shield them from harm, even if it meant navigating the murky waters of his own internal struggles. But for now, he let that quiet turmoil fade into the background, focusing only on the warmth of the child in his arms.
The laboratory-like atmosphere of Ratio’s home was filled with the soft hum of mechanical devices and the constant presence of books and research papers, creating an environment that was always abuzz with activity and intellect. Despite his usual air of self-assurance, today was different. Today, he had been tasked with looking after his child while he took a break from his intellectual pursuits.
Ratio was sitting at his desk, absently fiddling with his latest experiment, when a sudden shriek broke his concentration. Looking up, he saw his child—still too young to understand the consequences of their actions—leaning precariously over the edge of the nearby chair, trying to grab at something just out of reach.
Ratio’s heart rate quickened, but only for a moment. He had no time for hesitation. A flash of motion, and before the child could tumble from their position, he was there. His hand shot out, fingers grasping the back of their tiny shirt as he yanked them back into his arms.
"Impressive," he muttered under his breath, a rare smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he straightened them up in his arms. "Calculated risk taken... or perhaps not. Should’ve known better than to allow you to wander too close to danger."
The child, seemingly unperturbed by the near-miss, giggled and reached for his glasses, earning a soft chuckle from him. His reaction was a blend of calculated precision and the rare warmth he afforded only to those few who had earned it. He placed them back on the floor gently, adjusting his posture as he turned back to his work.
"Always be careful when testing boundaries," he murmured, his tone both pedagogical and affectionate. "Though, you’ll likely break a few rules before you understand the full implications."
The quiet flicker of pride—almost imperceptible in his usual cool demeanor—was enough to remind him that perhaps, just maybe, there was more to life than pure intellect and unrelenting pursuit of knowledge.
The night had settled over the Xianzhou Luofu, its vast corridors bathed in soft moonlight as Jing Yuan sat on the large velvet sofa in the living room. The quiet hum of his surroundings was a welcome change from the bustle of his duties as General. Tonight, however, was not about politics or strategy. It was time with his child.
They were seated on the plush carpet, playing with colorful blocks, the room filled with the gentle sound of their laughter. Jing Yuan's eyes flickered from his quiet reflection to the playful movements of the child, their small hands stacking the blocks with surprising focus.
Just as he was about to indulge in a rare moment of relaxation, the child, a little too eager in their exploration, began to stand, wobbling unsteadily as they took a tiny step forward. Jing Yuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, tracking every movement as they teetered dangerously close to the edge of a low table.
In an instant, his reflexes kicked in. He rose from his seat, his tall figure moving with an elegance that belied his usual languid demeanor. Without a sound, his hands shot out and caught the child just before they tumbled forward. The child, now cradled safely in his arms, blinked up at him, startled by the sudden movement.
"Careful," Jing Yuan said softly, his voice filled with a calm, knowing affection as he gently set them back on their feet. "It's easy to forget your balance, but it’s important to always be mindful of where you’re going."
The child giggled and reached for his arm, as though offering their own small form of reassurance. Jing Yuan smiled, his eyes softening in that rare moment of warmth, the fleeting sensation of peace that he had worked so hard to cultivate within the Xianzhou now extending to the quiet sanctuary of his home.
The dim light of Blade's home flickered, casting long shadows across the room where Blade sat, his arms folded across his chest. His usually cold, calculating demeanor was softened for the moment—he was at home, a place where the sharp edges of his mission seemed to dull just a little. His child, their presence almost a contradiction to his tortured past, was moving around the room, their tiny steps full of excitement and exploration.
His eyes followed them with a trace of something unspoken in his gaze. For all his power, his immortality, and his resolve to bring an end to his suffering, this—this quiet domestic moment with the child—was a reminder that there were things beyond his tragic existence.
But it didn’t last.
With a sudden, clumsy movement, the child, still unsteady on their feet, lost balance and began to fall towards the sharp edge of a table. Blade’s instincts kicked in—no hesitation, no thought of consequences. His hand shot out and, with uncanny precision, he caught the child in mid-air, their small form colliding gently against his chest. For a moment, the stillness was overwhelming. Blade’s heart didn’t beat, but in the silence, he felt something stir—a fleeting warmth that felt both foreign and familiar.
"Watch your step," Blade murmured, his voice low but laced with a tenderness he couldn’t quite hide. His gaze softened as the child looked up at him, a wide grin on their face as if nothing had happened.
The child wriggled out of his grasp, reaching for the toy they had been playing with earlier, completely unaware of how close they had come to danger. Blade stood for a moment, his gaze lingering on them, before a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips—an expression he rarely wore, but one that seemed to fit in this quiet, domestic world that somehow had found its way into his immortal existence.
"Even the smallest steps can be dangerous," he murmured, almost to himself. "But I’ll always be here to catch you."
And with that, Blade returned to his silent watch, torn between the eternal path he had chosen and the fragile peace that, for now, seemed to be the only thing worth holding onto.
Hello may I please ask for headcanons for the dad brothers reacting to their daughter crying cause they can’t marry them. I saw a vid of this
A/N: I did third person MC because I thought that made more sense, I hope you enjoy!
Lucifer
Finds it amusing and tiresome
When the daughter comes running to him for comfort and explanation, he will indulge her curiosity and need of comfort
Probably has an exasperated smile on his face when doing so, trying to not come off as harsh and mean
He loves this child with all his heart, and her antics can be amusing, and less embarrassing since she is a child, but boy can they cry over the silliest things..
Let’s not forget that if the child were to ever find a crush in the future, Dadifer would be very protective, and they would have to go through an intense background check for Lucifer to even be okay with them dating his daughter
“Now that you have calmed down, let’s get you to bed.”
Mammon
Pfft-
Finds it both tiring and amusing as well, but more so amusing
Will try to be gentle when attempting to explain to this child the reasons
Those reasons ranging that they are a child to the fact that Mammon already is married to someone, that someone being MC
Again, loves this child and the little family he has with MC, but they can ask the weirdest questions and cry over the silliest things
Will probably keep the “I’m in love with your mom/dad” argument as the main one
“Don’t worry, you’ll find someone you love one day-”
“You say that like you won’t be extremely protective of her when she grows old enough to find one.”
“No, I won’t!”
Leviathan
Is probably thrown a bit off guard when MC and their daughter comes in crying
When MC explains the situation, he’s a little surprised.
He stops his game and turns to face them, only to be thrown back by a giant hug from this child.
He’s not the best at comforting but he will try his best to awkwardly explain why she can’t marry him
Will load up a more child friendly game and let that occupy her time
Surprised by how easily it worked
Guess children can be entertained more easily
“Oh.. Uh.. Glad that worked..-”
Satan
He was prepared to answer weird or silly questions she might have, but he wasn’t really expecting them to cry over something like this
Might laugh to himself quietly before trying to explain
Unfortunately, their daughter picked up his anger when sad/frustrated so he’ll have to walk her through it before doing the explaining.
He’ll comfort her if needed, but he just hopes she understands
“Why don’t we go annoy Grandpa Lucifer now.”
Asmodeus
Sweetie, darling-
He’s touched, he really is
Glad she have such good tastes too-
Will softly explain in the most gentle tone he can muster why it couldn’t be possible
He would marry himself if he could too, but his heart belongs to MC!
He wouldn’t mind their daughter getting a partner in the future butttt if the partner were to take advantage of her
Yea it.. it won’t end well
But don’t worry, that’ll be future Asmo’s problems!
“Why don’t we go shopping, sweetie, there are so many cute outfits at Majolish!”
Beelzebub
Protective and loving dad mode on.
Is extremely worried for their crying daughter but is super confused when she tells him the reason she’s crying
He finds it innocent enough and probably asks for MC’s help to explain
Beel takes so much comfort food/food his daughter likes and keeps it close to offer
Family movie night!
He doesn’t mind the thought of his daughter having a boyfriend in the future but you bet his ass will go full protective mode if she is hurt
“Before the movie starts.. is there any food you guys want? I can go buy it!”
Belphegor
He’s just trying to sleep damn it
Belphie heavily sighs and reluctantly gets up
He can’t sleep if this child is crying
Probably gets MC to comfort her because he is not the best when dealing with crying children.
Will happily take her to bed though, just so he can rest.
This goes without saying that he’ll be twice as protective as he is with MC when it comes to their daughter having a relationship
Nah cause I'm rewatching Heartstopper right now right, and like, can we just appreciate Charlie's dad for one second??? That man has shown up like twice and each time he seems ready to throw hands with anyone who talks badly about his gay son. Like yaaaaassss, father of the year!!!!! Protect your gay son!!!! We love that!!!!
