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brotheramberland · 10 months

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Hello I was wondering if you could do a platonic relationship with Zuko Levi Kakashi , Gojo with their child that’s like a totally a daddy’s kid(?😭) that wants be like them when they grow up and just looks up to them so much and just mimic the things they do and just follows them+how would they feel about it 🥹🫶

Anime characters as fathers with a child!reader.

Characters include: Zuko, Kakashi Hatake, Levi Ackerman, and Satoru Gojo.

Summary: The character's reaction to their child who looks up to them and aspires to be exactly like them.

Please keep in mind: All character and reader interactions are purely platonic. There is NO romance. The reader is somewhere below the age of twelve and is portrayed as non-binary. These drabbles are meant to be platonic, fluffy and comforting.

Notes: For @bellhella. Hi las, I hope you're doing grand. Cute request too, I enjoyed writing it. I added a tiny splash of angst but everything is still pretty fluffy. I try to make each individual drabble unique and different so that viewers can experience a variety of emotions. I hope that's alright. Remember to keep your head up, stay safe and stay awesome!

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Fire Lord Zuko

Ever since you were an infant, you had always clung to him and taken after him, claiming that you wanted to be just like him when you grew up. It was an attitude that Zuko found endearing and it made him beam with pride. After all of his past mistakes, a part of him was against your aspirations, but he wouldn't let his own insecurities get in the way of your dreams.

At a surprisingly young age- barely over your toddler years- you had requested to train. And train you did. Constantly you were trying your hardest to learn new maneuvers, techniques and skills. When you mastered something, you always sought his approval and praise. Zuko was impressed by how well you accepted constructive criticism and fought to grow.

During meetings or speeches, you would always sit back quietly and observe him. Then later Zuko would have to clear out rooms so that you could pretend like you were the fire lord giving hundreds of people a big, inspirational speech. Just like him.

Zuko, to say the least, was extremely proud of how you were growing and exceeding in life. He was just as attached to you as you were to him, and he would do anything to help you grow up to be healthier, happier and safer than he ever got to be during his childhood.

Today you had been training outside. Your father had been teaching you how to spit fire by using the strength of your stomach. Despite how strict and serious he could be, Zuko loved how you displayed your own ways of having fun. You say you want to be just like him, but you were also just so unmistakably 'you' and he loved that.

But today you did something that he didn't quite like.

"Daddy," You turned towards your father on the bench you were sitting on, "Will you... Will you burn my eye? The left one."

And the way your question made Zuko feel on the inside was far more painful than any lightning strike could ever be. He dropped his goblet and froze, unable to believe that you could ask such a thing. You wanted him to 'burn' you? Burn you in such a way similar to how he had been burned?

"Dad?" You asked in light concern.

Zuko shot up, his hair swishing as he went to stand in front of you, "You- don't you dare ask for something like that ever again. Do you hear me?"

Flinching, you gape and stutter in fear at his sudden outburst of anger, "I..." You didn't know what to say, "I-I'm sorry, I... I just wanted to be like you-"

"By wanting me to burn you? That's how you justify yourself right now? Nonsense. I will not tolerate this irrational behavior. If you ever ask me or anyone else to burn you again, then I swear on my life you will regret it, do you understand me?"

You couldn't believe he was so angry. You stiffened up, tears pouring out your eyes.

Zuko nearly shouted, his arms shaking, "I said 'do you understand me'?"

"Yes," You cried, burying your face in your hands, "I'm sorry, ok. I'm sorry. Please don't be mad, daddy, please-uhh... I'm sorry."

Breathing fast, Zuko stared at you and felt a sudden cloud of guilt envelope him, and he frowned in regret. He didn't mean to be so harsh, nor did he want you to cry. He just... He just couldn't stand the thought of you suffering in any of the ways he himself had to.

Calming down, Zuko took in a deep breath and went to kneel in front of you. He reached out, grabbed your hands and gently coaxed them away from your face, "I'm sorry."

Using a spare handkerchief, Zuko gently cleaned your teary eyes and running nose, "I didn't mean to get so angry with you. I was just... You have to understand, (y/n), not all parts of me are honorable, and that includes this mark. My father gave me this mark because he despised me, and... Well... I don't despise you, so even if I did burn you it wouldn't be the same. It would never be the same."

Zuko cupped your face and stroked his thumb over your left cheek, "Please know that I am grateful that we are not the same in this way, and I hope that we never will be."

"I'm sorry..." You croak, still ashamed of yourself, "I didn't know."

"It's okay," Zuko lifted his arms out, "It's okay. I'm not angry."

Standing up, you go to bury yourself into the divine safety of your father's arms, sadness still beating within your heart, "I love you, daddy."

Zuko smiled and hugged you close, "I love you too, (y/n), and I can't wait to see what an excellent fire lord you're going to become one day. Even greater than me."

You whimpered, still upset but lifted by his faith and understanding. You had made a mistake today, but it was okay. You would never do it again. And while you would like to be just like your father in every way that counts, there were some things that could never be the same no matter how similar the situation.

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Levi Ackerman

He woke up to the obnoxious sensation of someone's hand shaking his shoulder, and he groaned grumpily in irritation. "Wake up, daddy," Your ridiculously energetic voice called, "Daddy, come on, it's time to get up."

Levi creaked open his eyes and glared at you, "Hey, wanna know how you can be just like me?"

"How?" You instantly beamed.

"By being tired and going back to sleep," Levi grumbled, grabbing the blankets and yanking them up over his head.

You weren't having any of it though, and you crawled on top of him and began wrestling to get the blanket off. Technically this was how Levi used to have to get you out of bed when you were smaller, but the more you grew the more you wanted to be 'just like him'.

Yay...

By the time you both had playfully wrestled each other out of bed, Levi yawned multiple times while being drug to the bathroom. Darn thing, you were getting good at locating his ticklish spots... In the bathroom, you both brushed your teeth, washed your faces and combed your messy hair.

Although half asleep, Levi still adored how you continously glanced at him to see how he was dressed, what he was doing and how he was doing it. You were always mimicking silly little things he did, exclaiming that you were practicing to be just like him.

Deep down, Levi had nothing but adoration for you. He loved the way you stood to be like him. It made him feel a sense of pride inside that he had such a strong, brave, loyal pipsqueak for a child, and you had no idea how much he loved you.

The only thing Levi disliked about you aspiring to him was how you ranted about joining the Survey Corps and going over the wall to fight titans. Now that... That made his overprotective, paternal instincts scream in disagreement. In no way did he want you going anywhere near the wall. So many people died out there all the time. If he lost you?

Levi wouldn't be able to handle it.

Before breakfast, you got dressed in nearly the exact same outfit as him (courtesy of Hange). "Daddy, can I wear your cape-thingy?" You asked, already wrapped up in his cape.

"Well what do you expect me to wear?" Levi asked, soaking in the endearing display of you all twisted up in his cape.

"I don't know..." You mumble innocently, smiling, "A blanky?"

"Ha... ha... Very funny, squirt," Levi bent down to untangle you from his cape, bopping you on the nose and pinching your cheek, "Why don't I wear this and 'you' go wear the blanket."

"Mmm..." You pouted at him, "But daddy..."

Levi hid a smile and patted your head fondly, "What if I told you that I used to do the same thing when I was your age?"

"Really?" You asked in surprise. If he wore blankets when he was your age, then that meant that you could do the same thing- follow in his footsteps, "Yay!"

"I never said 'yay' though," Levi rolled his eyes, teasing you.

Your arms dropped as you sneered at him, reacting in a manner he would approve of, "Booo..."

"That's more like it," Levi chuckled and went to make some food.

After breakfast, you held your father's hand while walking to the training grounds, a small blanket secured around your neck to thus act like a cape. When you saw the leader of the Survey Corps, you instantly brightened and cheered, "Erwin!"

Erwin looked in your direction and smiled warmly, "Ah, there's my finest cadet."

Levi watched as you sprinted happily up to his leader, his heart skipping beats when Erwin picked you up and lifted you into the air a bit. Your smile and the sound of your laughter was the inspirational fuel that powered his life.

Blindly joining you and his leader, Levi shrugged and gave you a disapproving look, "Just so you know... I've never hugged that imbecile- not once."

Erwin raised a brow, "On the contrary, I remember once when-"

Levi gave him a death glare, "Dont. Even."

You giggled and said joyfully, "Daddys silly. He loves hugs."

"Yes, that is correct," Erwin chuckled and turned briefly to grab something out of the satchel on his horse. "Come, fellow cadet, I brought you something."

"What is it?" You asked.

Levi felt his chest nearly implode at the sight of a miniature cape. The cape itself was plain with no logo, but yet was perfect enough in size that it would fit you for years to come. He watched as Erwin helped replace the blanket you were wearing with it.

Once he was done, you hugged Erwin, thanked him a dozen times, and then ran over to your father, "Daddy, daddy look! I have a cape, an-and it's just like the one you have. Do you like it, daddy? Do I look like you?"

'The spitting image.' Levi smirked and knelt down, "What're you talking about, squirt? You've got way too much energy to be like me."

"Booo," You pouted at him.

Levi laughed and pulled you into a big hug, "It looks good on you, kid. Now, let's get training."

You would be like him one day. Only Levi believed that you would be better.

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Kakashi Hatake

It was night time; five hours after the Chunin Exams were declared over. You were currently hiding in your little tree-bungalow, isolated, quiet and shut-off from the rest of the world. Ever since you lost the exam, you hadn't moved from your hidey-hole nor spoken to anyone.

It broke Kakashi's heart to see you this upset. He knew how hard you had been training to keep up with him, following him in his footsteps and mimicking specific personality traits like his attire and the way he fought. At first it was a habit Kakashi thought was pretty adorable, but as the seriousness of your obsession grew over the years, the more he began to grow concerned.

Kakashi didn't mind you taking after him, but there was a limit. You didn't understand it because you envied him too much, but he saw it. You weren't like him- at least not when it came down to your fighting spirit. See, Kakashi developed a cold heart at a young age. Anger, hatred and determination pushed him to become stronger.

But you weren't cursed with anger, hate and sadness. You weren't a natural born fighter. If anything, Kakashi could see you becoming a strong-willed medic or a superior ginjutsu artist, but definitely not anyone who wants to hurt another person physically. It just wasn't how you were. And Kakashi was grateful for that.

Sighing softly, Kakashi jumped up to the ledge of your tree-bungalow, crouching as he waved, "Hey, dongo."

You didn't say anything from where you laid on the wooden floor. Kakashi frowned at the sight of your multiple bruises and bloody bandages. He really shouldn't have let you take that exam. "Can I come in?"

You nodded.

Kakashi moved a ways in further, finding himself a spot against the wall and leaning against it, "How are you feeling?"

For a few seconds you didn't answer. Kakashi tilted his head in concern when he noticed that you were shaking, the sound of sniffles soon filling the air, "I... I... I'm a failure, daddy."

You looked at him, your mask a mess as you sobbed behind it, "I'm a failure-uh! I-I-I just wanted-uh- t-to be like you..."

"Whoa, hey, it's okay," Kakashi leaned forward, placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed softly, "It's okay, (y/n). You're not a failure."

"Yes I am," You whined, "You passed the Chunin Exams when 'you' were six, b-but I? I... How am I supposed to be like you now, daddy?"

This? This is what broke Kakashi's heart. You getting upset all because you failed to amount to a broken monster like him. "Oh, dongo, come here," Kakashi lifted his arms out.

You still cried as you crawled into your father's lap and leaned against the warmth and safety of his chest. He slipped a finger up and tugged your mask down to your chin thus making it easier to breathe. You whimpered, clinging to him as shame blurred your heart.

"I wanna talk to you about something," Kakashi held you securely while going to wipe your nose with his sleeve, "I understand why you're trying so hard to follow in my footsteps, but I believe that your ambitions are misguided."

"What... What do you mean?" You ask him sadly, confused, "I wanna be like you."

"I know, but perhaps you are trying a little too hard? I mean, you've even gotten to the point you won't eat the food 'you' love anymore all because it's not my preference."

"But... That's how I be like you, daddy," You exclaim.

Kakashi sighed, looking you in your big, teary eyes. He couldn't believe that it had come down to this, but he couldn't hold it in any longer, "(y/n)... I don't want you to be like me. I want you to be like you."

You jerked at that, gaping hurtfully, "What?"

"I know it sounds harsh, but I want you to know that what I'm saying to you right now is in no way meant to hurt you. I just want you to stop pushing yourself so hard to be something you're not. Yes, we are alike in many ways, but we're also different. And those differences are what make us unique- they define who we are and how we grow. And if you continue to grow ignoring all those important things about yourself, pretending to be something you're not, then I fear that you'll never be completely happy. "

You blinked at him, fiddling slowly with your hands and bowing your head, "I..."

Kakashi cupped your face, lifted your chin and wiped away your tears, "You failed the exams today because you weren't ready, (y/n). You're using fighting techniques that don't suit you because they're 'mine'. You haven't even tried to discover your own fighting skills yet. Haven't you ever been curious?"

"But..." More tears began leaking out of your eyes as you looked at him, "I-I love you so much and I... I wanna be just like you-huh."

"(y/n)," Kakashi said lovingly as he pressed your foreheads together, "You can still be just like me by doing the things that make 'you' happy. I'm a great ninja, and you can be one too if you simply try to be more like you instead of me. No matter what, just know that I'll always, always be proud of you and love you till the day my chakra runs out."

You sniffed at him, still upset by your failure but relieved that your father still loved you despite it all. Yes, you wanted to be just like him, but maybe being yourself sometimes too wasn't such a bad thing either.

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Satoru Gojo

When people looked at you, they felt as if they were looking at a miniature Gojo but with a different hair color. You were quite literally the spitting image of your father, and anyone who knew you or Gojo personally would know that you two were practical besties.

Ever since you were born, you magically seemed to take after Gojo- not that it was your fault because Gojo had a really bad habit of dressing you up like him and pretending that you were the world's greatest sorcerer... Besides him, of course. He couldn't help it. You were his little pal and he loved you more than anything.

As you grew, you pretty much wore identical outfits to that of your father. You had even acquired a pair of reflective sunglasses that you wore almost ninety-percent of the time. But outfits weren't the only areas where you excelled in being like him.

Gojo, even as a parent, wasn't afraid to push people to their limits, especially when they genuinely wanted to become stronger. Ever since your powers developed, he had trained you constantly in order to help you learn and grow. You were exceptional like him, and he knew that there was no time to waste.

Your father pretty much took you everywhere and that even included trips on his most dangerous missions. He would carry you on his hip or back while you watched and listened to him explain how to observe and take down enemies. Later he would quiz you, tossing toys or pieces of candy at you in reward.

Some say that Gojo wasn't so much a father to you as he was a best friend. Especially on days when he didn't have to work or train. He happily expressed his childish side, playing games with you, playing dress-up, going to carnivals, riding on miniature scooters, cooking or coloring pictures. He did it all. It was almost as if he loved being like you as much as you loved being like him.

Every time you expressed your admiration and love for him, Gojo's ego was stroked and his confidence boosted. Of course you wanted to be like him. Why wouldn't you? Narcissistic nature aside, Gojo had to admit that there was a sense of self-worth that he felt deep inside at the fact that you loved him and took after him so strongly. It made him happy. He was always proud of you.

And today he was even more proud of you.

You had just successfully made your very first domain expansion- it was rough, unstable and destructive, and it only lasted a few tiny seconds, but it was still a success. A success... That nearly destroyed the house.

Fushiguro, his cereal now all over the floor in ruins, sat in his chair with a frustrated glare on his face, "What kind of monster have you created?"

Gojo was practically dancing like a feather in the wind, singing excitedly, "One that can make domains at (age) years old."

"Oh brother..." Fushiguro rolled his eyes, gesturing to your unconscious body, "Shouldn't you be helping them?"

"Eh?" Gojo blinked ignorantly, concern flooding his body at the sight of you laying unresponsive on the floor, "Aw, we can't be having any of that now, can we?"

Teleporting over to your body, Gojo scooped you up and took you to the medical bay. It was soon confirmed that the force of your actions had merely knocked you out and given you a bloody nose. With a good lecturing from Nanami about "being a better parent", Gojo carried you back home with an endless grin on his face.

"Daddy?" You groaned in his arms.

Gojo gave you no time to talk as he leaned down and nuzzled your cheek, singing again, "Oh my incredible, amazing, talented, devilishly striking, little sorcerer, I'm so proud of you. You did your first domain expansion. Ohhh, I could cry I'm so happy."

Albeit exhausted, you still grinned in his arms and nuzzled his cheek back. It was always a good feeling to witness your father this excited after one of your successes went through. Still though, that move had taken a lot out of you. "Sleepy."

"I bet," Gojo chuckled, maneuvering you to his hip so that he could properly make his way through the mild debris of the house, "You've rightfully earned yourself a nice bath, a delicious meal, and a warm bed."

"With the heated blanky?" You softly croak.

Gojo stuck his thumb up, "Especially with the heated blanky. You've earned it."

"Thank you, daddy," You whimpered, hugging him and pressing the side of your face against his chest. His heartbeat was fast but comforting, his figure safe, warm and protective. You were so happy that you had managed to pull off such an advanced technique.

Prepping you a bath, Gojo let you wash while he was forced to clean up your mess by the ever fussy Fushiguro- aka: the real adult of the house. After you were both done, he fed you something that would soothe your tummy, and then carried you to bed.

Wrapping you up in your heated blanket, Gojo knelt down and caressed your head, "Good job today, my little jujutsu sorcerer. You really made daddy proud."

You whimpered happily and mumbled, "I hope I can do better. I wanna be just like you one of these days."

Gojo smiled, all the love he felt for you fueling his desire to keep moving forward in this cruel world, "You already are, (y/n)... You already are."

#attack on titan #avatar the last airbender #naruto #jujutsu kaisen #zuko x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #levi ackerman x reader #gojo saturo x reader #child!reader #Platonic love only #no romantic relationships #father drabbles #fluff #comfort

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brotheramberland · 10 months

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Firefighters as fathers with a child!reader.

Firefighters include: Evan Buckley, Howard Han "Chimney", and Bobby Nash.

Summary: The firefighters reaction to coming home to their child/the reader after a rough, saddening shift at work.

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Bobby Nash

Bobby loved his job, but getting home to you was his favorite part of the day. The relief, joy and peace he felt when he got to embrace you in his arms after all the atrocities he faced at work made him feel whole. His guilt and his shame for his own past sins would mildly subside, and he thanked God with every fiber of his soul that he still had you.

The past forty-eight hours at work had been stressful and frustrating with not a lot of success. Everyone was quiet and emotional, especially Bobby who couldn't quite handle the loss of children as well as others. It broke his heart and made him hate himself for being unable to save their innocent lives.

When he got home, you came sprinting out of the living room, the sound of your cheerful, excited voice instantly enlightening his dark mood. "Daddy, daddy," You giggled, racing to him, "I missed you!"

Smiling warmly, Bobby set his bag down and knelt to scoop you into his arms, "Hey, sweetheart, I missed you too. How've you been?"

Soaking up his warmth and loving attention, you nuzzled into the long-missed safety of your father's chest and giggled, "I drew more pictures for you. Wanna see?"

Bobby kissed your cheek and said happily, "I'd love to. Why don't you go ahead and grab them for me, huh?"

"Ok, daddy, be right back," You cheerfully agreed, speeding off when he set you down.

With you temporarily out of sight, Bobby took the chance to drag himself over to his arm chair. Plopping down, he sighed heavily, rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes. The stress, disappointment and guilt these past two days brought still sat upon his shoulders like a tortuous barbell.

On your way back from retrieving your pictures, you saw the way your father was sitting and the expression on his face, and you slowed in your movements. From past experience, you knew that your father did not always have the funnest job, and some times he would come home sad. Your nanny once told you that Bobby could not be everyone's hero all of the time. And that may be true, but...

You could be 'his' hero.

After over five minutes passed, Bobby lifted his head in concern and hollered, "(y/n)? Everything okay? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, daddy," And then you came running into the living room.

"Hey," Bobby chuckled at your enthusiasm as you ran up to him with a blanket, a plushie, and his favorite pillow. "What're you doing, sweetie? What's this?"

"You're sad," You stated, covering him with the blanket and placing the plushie in his lap, "So I'm gonna make you happy! Nanny is heating you up some soup, and I'm gonna go get you your pictures and your favorite soda- I know soda makes you happy, hehe! Be right back!"

"W-well- hey-" Bobby tried reaching out for you but you were too caught up in your own priorities. Priorities that revolved around him. At first he scolded himself for allowing his emotions to show, but then he clutched the blanket, his pillow and your plushie, and he couldn't help but to feel a sense of happiness, relief and gratitude.

He tried so hard to help everyone else. He tried not to ever ask for help himself. He couldn't always succeed in helping everyone. And sometimes he wanted help for himself... even though he didn't deserve it.

But here you were. You, his little, amazing, considerate, kind angel. His guiding light and soul reason to live. You were here and you cared about him and loved him even though he felt it wasn't what he deserved. It was something that put pressure in his chest and tears in his eyes.

Running back with a can of your father's favorite soda, you smile and hand it to him, "Here you go daddy. I made sure to grab the coldest one I could find and I-daddy?"

Before you could finish talking, Bobby set the can aside, leaned forward, wrapped his arms around you and pulled you sideways onto his lap. You hummed in confusion at first, but you were always happy to have cuddles so you happily accepted and leaned against the safety and warmth of his chest. "I love you, daddy."

"I love you too, baby," Bobby had to keep his voice from breaking as he held you tightly, his teary face slightly hidden against the top of your head, "I love you so much. You could never know how grateful I am to have you in my life."

Every time Bobby lost people on calls, he lost a piece of himself, but you gave those pieces back to him, and he loved you so much and he was so grateful for you, you just had no idea.

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Howard Han "Chimney"

He came home while you were still asleep, briefly conversing with your nanny before bidding them a good evening and some appreciation for their patience. Then he sauntered into the kitchen where he made himself a glass of water and cooked some low-effort food.

But he didn't eat the food.

No. Instead of eating, Chimney just sat there at the table, mindlessly staring into the abyss while thinking about their failed calls these past few days. Did a worthless failure like him even deserve to eat? Gosh, just thinking about the sad, stricken look of horror on those poor parents faces, it just...

"Daddy Chimney?"

Sniffing and rubbing a hand down his distressed face, Chimney quickly cleared his throat, turned around in his chair and smiled big in greeting, "Hey, little oven. What're you doing awake?"

You frowned at him while walking closer, your blanket held close as you mumbled, "Why are you crying?"

Chimney made a silly face, pretending to be shocked, "W-who? Me? I'm not crying."

"Yes you are," You frown even more.

The last thing Chimney wanted was to drag you down into the same sad pit as himself; that is why he tried his hardest to tease you and make you happy, "Hey, look, I'm not the one who's crying. You are. Don't think I can't see those fat crocodile tears running down your face. Geez, kinda rude of you to call me out like that, you know... Hypocrite."

You giggled at his teasing and made adorable whines of childish yet endearing irritation, "Daddy...."

Chimney smiled, the aching pressure in his chest subsiding a bit. Gosh, he had missed you. Getting to see your face and hear your adorable voice was like stepping into a comforting light. "Come here, oven," He smiled, lifting out his arms.

Setting down your blanket, you walked over and sat down in your father's lap, humming in content when he leaned down and gave you a playful eskimo kiss before kissing your forehead. You whimpered joyfully at his affection and hugged him tightly.

"Want some cold eggs and pancakes?" Chimney asked, "Though I think the pancakes have turned into a deliciously frozen mush by now. Might need a spoon to eat it if I'm being honest..."

"Yucky..." You grumbled at him.

Chimney chuckled and patted your head, but even though he was being affectionate and silly, you knew him well enough to know when he was sad. "Daddy Chimney, please tell me why you're sad," You look at him, pouting hopefully.

Chimney looked at you, observing the concerned, hopeful expression on your face and thinking about how sometimes it felt like no one knew him better than you. "I uh... I just had a rough couple days at work. That's all," He rubbed his lips together tightly, nodding stiffly, "What about you? You do anything fun this weekend?

"What happened?" You asked, twisting around in his lap to better see his face.

Chimney paused, stared at you and sighed. He didn't want to project his own burdens onto you- not in the slightest fashion, but you were always so determined to fish them out of him, and he felt guilty for denying you. But he would also feel guilty for telling you how he felt. When failures at work happened, everyone departed with a measly "we did the best we could", and usually they never spoke of it again.

Over the months, a lot gets bottled up. Guilt, sadness, fear, anxiety and hopelessness. Like right now, Chimney could not stop looking at you and imagining you in the same place the people they couldn't save had been. He could lose you so fast and so easily, and it terrified him. Not to mention how awful the victim's family must feel.

"I just... They were... There were just some people I couldn't save." He softly admitted, gazing away regretfully, "Yeah..."

This wasn't the first time your father had admitted to losing people on the job. Bobby and Hen had explained to you how not every person in the world can be saved. Sometimes outcomes are unavoidable. Trying their best is all that they could do.

Gazing around in thought, you shuffle forward and wrap your small arms around his shoulders in a warm hug, "Thank you."

Chimney twitched a little, confused as he hugged you back, "For what?"

"For trying to help those people," You explain, "They can't be here to thank you anymore, so I'll thank you for them. Thank you, daddy Chimney."

Immediately Chimney's eyes watered and his heart throbbed. His arms around you tightened and his lips wobbled. He sniffed and shook his head, unbelievably grateful that you were his child, "Ugh-gu-gu. There you go again with those crocodile tears. Man, you really gotta slow down with those. I'm drowning over here."

"It's okay to cry, daddy," You giggle, still hugging him.

And finally, Chimney relaxed. "Yeah," He sniffled again, bowing his head, "It is."

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Evan Buckley

It was late at night when Buck finally made it home. He was exhausted and yet far from being clear-headed enough to go to sleep. Thousands of thoughts plagued his mind while sadness, guilt, and regret pulsed through his body. He was anxious and ashamed and haunted by his latest shift's failures.

After politely sending your nanny home, Buck quietly wandered into your room and gazed upon your peacefully snoozing figure. Relief from your assured safety engulfed him and had him sighing softly. Seeing you after such a difficult shift was a sight for traumatized eyes.

Unable to avoid the protective urges inside him, Buck walked further into your room and carefully sat down on the edge of your bed. You were in your pajamas, wrapped up in a blanket and snuggling your pillow. It had Buck smiling with loving endearment. You were so precious.

Reaching out a hand, Buck gently caressed your face, delicately moving loose stands of hair out of the way and brushing your warm cheek. "Mm?" You stirred at this, however, but Buck had been anticipating your awakening, "Daddy?"

"Hey monkey," Buck said almost shakily for he was still emotional from his shift, "Sorry, I-I didn't mean to wake you, I just... I just really wanted to see you is all."

"Oh," You yawn cutely, stretching your arms out before lifting them up, "Hi daddy."

"Hi baby," Buck encompassed you in his big, incredibly safe arms, and he inhaled your comforting scent when you hugged him back, "I missed you."

"I missed you too, daddy," You mumble tiredly, feeling cozy enough in his embrace to easily be lulled back to sleep.

But, as childish and immature as it may seem, Buck couldn't stand to be by himself right now- not while he felt like this. He needed you. "Hey," He smiled cheesily, "I was thinking... Why don't you and I go out and get some ice-cream?"

"Hm?" That peaked your interest, and you leaned back to blink at him in confusion, "But... All the ice-cream places are closed..."

"W-well, they... There's gas stations," Buck shrugged, chuckling a bit, "And gas stations have lots of ice-cream. At least I think they do, ha... Do they?"

You yawned again and nodded, "Ok, daddy."

Feeling slightly guilty for waking you up, Buck reached out, scooped his arms around you and hauled you against his hip, "There. Ready?"

Holding onto his neck, you nod and go to rest your head against his chest, listening to the comforting sound of his heartbeat as he carried you through the house and out to the car. He was so warm and cozy and safe.

Buck drove you to a nearby gas station, carried you inside, picked out some frozen desert and took you for a drive down old roads. You had woken up just enough to enjoy your ice-cream before nodding back off in the backseat. It was then that he went back home and carried you inside.

Instead of carrying you to your room though, Buck carried you to his room. He couldn't help it. His feelings and anxiety were driving him insane and he needed to know with utmost assurance that you were safe. So he laid you down on his bed, tucked you in, and went to the restroom to change in his own pajamas.

By the time he went back, you were sitting up in bed blinking groggily at him, "Daddy?"

"What's up, monkey?" He asked, sitting down in the spot next to you.

"You can't sleep?" You ask in a very adorable yet concerned tone.

Welp, Buck knew he was bound to get caught. This was kind of a bad habit he had; like a child who needed a toy to sleep with for safety- only this way it you he was trying to keep safe. By now you had experienced loads of his breakdowns, and that normally included late-night snacks, games, movies, and/or drives that ended with you sleeping in his arms.

Come to find out, it was a habit Buck started because he was scared.

"Uh..." Buck took in a deep breath, "Yeah- well- no-I... I can sleep, I just... I just really wanted some ice-cream... a-and a roommate, ha."

Crawling over to your father, you snuggle against his side and look up at him, "What happened?"

Buck held one arm around you, his heart clenching at the thought of you being in the same place as the kids that they had lost yesterday. Tears pricked at his eyes, his throat swelled and his body stiffened. "I'm- I just... I'm just so grateful that you're here, (y/n)."

"Huh? But I'm always here, daddy," You say, smiling, "So everything's okay. You don't have to be sad. Please don't be sad.

Buck briskly wiped his eyes and nodded, his smile crooked but grateful, "You're right. I love you so much, monkey."

Brightened by his positive response, you hugged him back and whimpered happily, "I love you too, daddy."

Buck held you long after you fell back asleep, simply needing you close so that he knew that you were alive, safe, healthy and happy. He loved you so much that the thought of losing you made sleeping during some nights to difficult to face alone.

#tv: 911 #911 #911 fox #bobby nash x reader #bobby nash #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #Howard Chimney Han x reader #howard chimney han #child!reader #platonic #no romantic relationships #no romance #Fluff #Comfort #Firefighter fathers #father drabbles

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brotheramberland · 10 months

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Hi there. What's up? You can call me 'Bro'. My pronouns are he/they. I'm at that old, brittle age of 22- yippee! I'm asexual. And I love cats!

I'm kind of an odd ball. I love all kinds of fandoms, and for this account I plan to write drabbles and post all kinds of silly stuff.

Here's an overwhelming list to help you get the gist of what I plan to do.

I plan to turn fictional characters into father figures. This may include reader-inserts and the age-altering of specific characters.

All my content will be SFW.

All and any reader-inserts will be portrayed as non-binary unless the drabble calls for something specific.

I love shipping characters together, however, any romance on this account will be mostly portrayed as non-explicit and platonic.

My comfort otp is ZoLu and/or LawLu from One Piece.

I love, love, love writing fluff.

On this account there will be no discrimination or prejudice against race, religion or culture.

This account is LGBTQIA+ friendly.

I'm a big fan of One Piece, Naruto, Black Clover, Disney movies, DreamWorks movies, Guardians of The Galaxy, Attack on Titan, and a bunch of other stuff I can't think of right now.

I love turning bad guys into good guys. I don't know why, it's just fun, and it definitely makes for some awesome father figures.

Everything I post is meant to be fun, comforting, fluffy and simple.

If there is violence or anything triggering, I will tag it and leave a note at the beginning of the text.

Expect a lot of crazy stuff on this account, honestly. From father drabbles to theories, rants and ventilations to little concept ideas to goofy memes.

While I do enjoy shipping some characters together, I'm not really the biggest smut fan. So expect mainly platonic love and fluff.

I really just wanna have fun and see if I can put a smile on peoples' faces.

And if you made it through all that then congrats! I hope you enjoy whatever the heck happens to be on my blog right now. Keep your head up, stay awesome, and have a for-sure tremendous day!

#About me #naruto #attack on titan #one piece #black clover #guardians of childhood #transformers #disney #dreamworks #reader insert #Drabbles #Headcanons #Memes #Quotes

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brotheramberland · 10 months

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So I wanted to talk about how some of my "fictional father" rules and ideas work.

First up: What characters from what fandoms would make good fathers? (Sorry it's a long list. Also, if you're wondering why certain antagonists' were listed, there's more explanation further down).

Fandom: Naruto. Characters: Naruto, Sasuke, Kakashi, Gaara, Yamato, Gai, Neji, Shikamaru, Iruka, Jiraiya, Itachi, Obito, Orochimaru, and Zabuza.

Fandom: One Piece. Characters: All of the Mugiwara crew, Trafalgar, Kid, Ace, Sabo, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Lucci, Smoker, Katakuri, the Akazaya Nine, Shanks, Buggy, Marco, and Rayleigh. (I could honestly write almost every character on here as a parent figure, but the list would be way too long).

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen. Characters: Lol, all of them.

Fandom: Attack on Titan. Characters: Eren, Armin, Levi, Jean, Reiner, Levi and Erwin.

Fandom: Black Clover. Characters: Umm... All of them? This fandom is beyond rich with potential parent figures, don't even get me started.

Fandom: Guardians of The Galaxy. Characters: Quill, Drax, Rocket, and Yondu.

Fandom: Marvel. Characters: Tony, Thor, Steve, Bucky, Bruce, Scott, Loki, Clint, and Sam.

Fandom(s): DreamWorks and Disney. Characters: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Bruno Madrigal, Grug Crood, Death the Wolf. (And a whole bunch of others.)

Fandom: Criminal Minds. Characters: Spencer, Derek, David, Matthew, and Luke.

Fandom(s): Alien movies like Predator, Avatar, or Transformers for some extra flavor and diversity.

Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender. Characters: Aang, Sokka, Zuko, Iroh, and Jet.

Fandom: 911 and 911 Lone Star. Characters: All of them. Every main character within these two fandoms is amazing.

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Why are certain antagonists listed?

Well that's because I'm obsessed with bad guys and I love imagining them in scenarios where they are actually good. Antagonists in general are very powerful, crazy and frightening, but if you keep those attributes and turn them into good people with good intentions, they make for some pretty awesome, likable parent figures.

So if I ever write an antagonist as a parent figure, just know that I'm intentionally making them good for the benefit of the reader-inserts and the drabbles. But, hey, if you wanna read and imagine them the way they originally are, then by all means I support you.

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I obviously have father figures covered, but what about mother figures?

There are lots of female characters I love, but I primarily want to focus on the males just because that is my preference. However, on down the road I do see myself writing mother drabbles. I wouldn't mind. And, considering the circumstances of the reader-inserts, a mother figure might be more suited for the plot. You never know.

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What will the reader-inserts be like?

For reader-inserts under the age of twelve, I will display it in the title as "child!reader".

For reader-inserts over the age of twelve, I will display it in the title as "teen!reader".

For child reader plots, I plan for them to be mostly fluffy and light-hearted. You know, young kids are curious, they're inexperienced, they're clumsy, they get scared, they get bullied, and so on and so forth. There's lots of topics and plots I can create for child reader-inserts.

For teen reader plots, things might get a little bit more angsty. As we all know, teenage years are absolutely insane. Teenagers are rebellious, they're curious, they're discovering their own sexuality, they're going through puberty, and they're trying new, dangerous and some times risky things. Teenagers are also very, VERY emotional, and under certain circumstances they can really struggle with anxiety, depression, social stability, loneliness and a whole bunch of other stuff. Of course there will be fluff in these drabbles, but also some light angst here and there.

For the most part the reader will be portrayed as the biological child of the character, but I do plan on writing lots of adoption stuff too.

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The father figures won't always be perfect.

As we all probably know, parents are anything but perfect. They make mistakes. Lots and lots of mistakes. And sometimes parents don't care that they make mistakes, nor do they ever try to right their wrongs and apologize. Some parents don't even want to accept nor understand their child. (I'm sure some of you know what I mean).

But whereas these fictional father figures may make mistakes, they also try to fix those mistakes and right their wrongs. That's what I plan to accomplish with my father drabbles. I want to create loving, supportive, understanding father figures who are willing to do anything for their child. Because when you're a kid and you struggle with life, a loving parent is all you really want.

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What about characters who are too young to have kids?

So an example for this would be any character that is around the age of 15-25 like Luffy. Well there are two simple solutions to this. Either I'll age up the characters or I'll say that the reader is adopted. It kind of just depends on what the drabble calls for.

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Why am I doing this?

Well if you're like me and you had a rough childhood, then you just kind of want to reimagine yourself in a scenario where you're happy, accepted, catered, loved, protected, safe and cared for. I just want this to be something akin to a safe place for people to come and find joy and peace in the drabbles that I create.

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Mild disclaimer: I know I have a lot of characters in mind to write for, but the process of my updates may be slow-going sometimes because I do have a full time job and annoying adult responsibilities. I try to write whenever I can. If updates seem slow, just know that I'm sorry and that I'm trying my hardest to supply you with all the fictional father goodness you crave.

Ta-ta my friends!

#fanfic drabble #naruto #one peice #black clover #attack on titan #the avengers #guardians of the galaxy #criminal minds #911 lone star #encanto #How to train your dragon #avatar the last airbender #teen!reader #child!reader #Fictional fathers

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brotheramberland · 10 months

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Senseis' as fathers with a child!reader that was born blind.

Senseis' include: Kakashi Hatake, Satoru Gojo, Yami Sukehiro, and Levi Ackerman.

Please keep in mind: All character & reader interactions are purely platonic. There is NO romance. The reader is somewhere below the age of twelve and is portrayed as non-binary. These drabbles are meant to be platonic, fluffy and comforting.

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Kakashi Hatake

"Do you have a good sense of your surroundings?" Kakashi asked from where he knelt beside you.

You sported a determined expression that he couldn't help but to find both adorable and admirable. Even blind you still tried your hardest to improve your skills no matter how dangerous it may be. It made him proud and also worried him to death.

"Mhm," You nodded, tilting your head, "There's a tree five meters that way. I think I know where to go."

"Very good," Kakashi patted your back, "Just remember, if you happen to fall, I'll be right there to catch you."

"Ok, daddy," You smiled at him before focusing all your attention on using echolocation to navigate the branch you wanted to jump on. If you were going to be a ninja one day, you had to practice and train with all your might, "Here I go."

Kakashi held his breath while calmly waiting for you to make your jump, his body braced in precaution. A lump grew in his throat and sweat lightly dampened his clothes. Honestly, he might be over-thinking a bit, but he couldn't help it. He loved you so much, and while he respected your desires to train, he still worried about you tremendously.

He had lost so much in his life. Losing the most precious piece of it would cause him to go infinitely insane. Your blindness was an extreme vulnerability, and although you had grown well adapted to it, there was still much you had left to learn. And it didn't help his anxiety any when you decided to do dangerous activities like this.

In a flash, you jumped.

With a stumble, you landed perfectly on the tree branch. Wobbling to regain balance, you blushed in triumph and giggled, "Ah! Did you see that, daddy? I made it!"

Kakashi swiftly jumped onto the same branch, smiling proudly behind his mask, "Yes I did. That was well done, dongo, good job. At this rate, you'll be a ninja in no time."

Delighted by his praise, you grinned and began looking around, getting excited when you sensed yet another nearby branch. "There's another one," You grinned and went to jump.

Kakashi gasped and reached out for you, "Wait, (y/n), not so fast."

This time around, you didn't land where you were supposed to. In fact you didn't come into contact with any trees, and instead fell to the far away ground. "Ahh, daddy!" You cried.

Kakashi caught you in an instant, safely securing you in his arms while landing on a nearby branch, "You okay?"

You whimpered, hugging him tightly and frowning in failure, "Yes, but... I missed."

"That's okay," Kakashi quickly reassured you, running a soothing hand through your messy hair, "We all make mistakes. Why don't you try again, but this time, try not to let your emotions overwhelm you, ok? Often times emotions can be more blinding than blindness itself."

"But... What if I miss again?" You say sadly, "I-if I can't jump like I'm supposed to, then I'll never get to be a ninja, an-and you'll hate me, a-and I w-won't get to be like you-"

"Hey, hey, where's this coming from?" Kakashi grasped your shaking shoulders, looking into your milky, watery eyes, "Dongo, I could never hate you, so don't ever assume that, ok? And this was only your second attempt. You have plenty more to go. Don't be so hard on yourself. One of the most important things about being a ninja is never giving up. You're not giving up, are you?"

Quickly wiping your eyes, you shook your head and say softly, "Do you really think I can do it?"

Kakashi smiled and went to playfully pinch your cheek, kissing you on the forehead through his mask before saying, "I know you can. There's nothing you can't do, (y/n), and I'll always be right here by your side to make sure of that."

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Levi Ackerman

Levi was enjoying one of his rare days off from the ever tiring Survey Corps. He hadn't gotten to see you in over a week- something he chewed Erwin out for sternly. By the time he entered his house, you came rushing towards him, your tiny figure accidentally bumping into things along the way.

"What did I say about running?" He grumbled, unable to resist hugging you whenever you were close enough, "Damn runt, gonna hurt yourself."

"I missed you, daddy," You say in a mixture of sadness and excitement, your cracking voice causing him to frown, "You were gone so long. I-I was scared you wouldn't come back."

"Hmp, so much for faith," Levi ruffled your hair, relief flooding him at finally getting to be at your side again, "Has nanny been good to you?"

You whimpered a bit, your glossy eyes pointing towards the ground, "I like her, but... She doesn't let me draw... or cook... or sew."

At that answer, Levi sighed and palmed his face, cursing nonsense underneath his breath. This was a common problem for you and him; nannies and babysitters not letting you do anything fun all because you were blind. None of them had any patience or consideration and it really got on his nerves.

"Tell me she read to you at least?" He rubbed his temple, not really in the mood to threaten another dumb nanny for mistreating his child, but if he had to he would absolutely give her a piece of his mind.

Your small "yes" was the only thing that saved her.

Seeing the dejection decorating your face, Levi tapped on your nose and said, "Well, you should know it's been a while since I've had some decent food. Get your little butt in there and cook me something already."

Gasping in joy at his given permission to do one of your favorite activities, you nearly leaped into the air, twirling around and giggling excitedly, "Yay! I get to cook for daddy."

Before you could run off, Levi grabbed your hand and grumbled, "No running this time."

You grumbled back at him and marched to the kitchen with a silly pout on your face. Levi shook his head, grinning as he thought about how much he loved you. Honestly, you being blind was kind of a relief to him simply because it meant that you would never be able to fight. And being the protective father he was, he rather preferred it that way.

You were already doing such a good job at basic daily activities like reading braille, learning how to write, cooking small meals, navigating your way through familiar places, and even drawing and sewing. People said you wouldn't develop properly when you were born. Well, Levi would like to see them say that to his face now.

Taking off his jacket, Levi none-too-politely paid the nanny and threw her out of his house. Then he went into the kitchen where you were currently working on mixing eggs in a bowl, your eyes staring mindlessly at the wall. You may be blind, but you made him so unbelievably proud, you had no idea.

"I'm making your favorite, daddy," You say cheerfully when you noticed his presence.

Levi smirked and went to put some fire in the stove, "'Bout time I was spoiled."

You giggled, carefully climbed down from the chair, and walked over to him, reaching out to feel for his hand, "Can I see you?"

After getting the fire started, Levi knelt down in front of you and patiently allowed you to touch his face with your hands. You often did this during moments when he held you, your little hands gently feeling the structure of his face in an attempt to get an idea of what he really looked like.

"I missed you, daddy," You say quietly.

Levi reached forward and pulled you into a firm, loving hug, kissing the side of your cheek, "Missed you too, you little runt."

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Satoru Gojo

Who would have thought that his child would be born with beautiful crystal eyes like he himself had, and yet be cursed never to use them? Even though your disability was not his fault, Gojo still felt guiltily accountable, and always sought protecting you and making you the happiest he possibly could.

Starting a new morning, Gojo carried some fresh, folded clothes into your bedroom, quiet and stealthy. You were sleeping peacefully on your bed, your little snores causing his heart to flood with endearment. Gosh, you were so precious to him.

Setting the clothes down, Gojo knelt beside the bed and reached out to brush a gentle hand through your hair. You whimpered, your head stirring around on the pillow. "Hm? Hello? Rise and shine," He playfully sang.

You groaned softly, your body stretching out as your eyes squinted open. "Mm... Daddy?" You reached out to feel for him as your eyes stayed aimed towards the ceiling.

"Morning, my little angel," Gojo grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently, "Time to get up."

"Are you taking me to work today?" You asked curiously, tilting your head towards him, your hand tensing within his own larger one, "What if they don't like me?"

"Are you kidding me? They're gonna love you," Gojo blew raspberries and laughed, "And if they don't, then guess what? More butts' for me to leave my ultra-famous, Gojo styled foot print on."

Giggling at his joke, you reached out with your free hand and go to feel the blind-fold covering his powerful eyes, "I wish I could be more like you."

That sent a bullet roaring through Gojo's heart. He absolutely hated it when you degraded yourself and/or claimed that you wished you were different. It broke his heart more than you could ever imagine. "Hmm, well I love you just the way you are," He said casually.

"In fact I'd give up my own eyes any day to be just like you; free house, free food, the world's most riveting, handsome dad (if I do say so myself), and of course the opportunity to never have to work in a dangerous environment," Gojo smiled and patted your head, "There are plenty of reasons to be like you. Quit being so negative- you'll make the walls cry- and they don't even have eyes."

Letting go of your hand, Gojo grabbed your clothes and unceremoniously tossed them onto your face, "Hurry, hurry, or I'll eat all of the breakfast. Hm? Breakfast... Oh no, the breakfast!"

Sensing your father quickly disappear, you only manage to frown when the fire alarms began going off seconds later. Looks like he burnt breakfast... Again...

After you got dressed, brushed your teeth and headed down the hallway, you grimaced at the stench of burnt eggs. Goodness, what a silly father you had, but you loved him. Coming to a stop at the table where you sensed he was sitting at, you timidly held out a single band of cloth.

"Oh? What's this?" Gojo asked nonchalantly, pretending not to be embarrassed about, yet again, burning breakfast, "A scarf?"

"I... I thought that maybe... S-since I'm blind, maybe I could wear something like what you wear to cover your eyes. Then that way..." You frowned, tilting your nose down at the ground, "That way they won't know I'm blind. They'll think I'm strong, like you."

If your words could be knives, then they would have just sliced right through his chest. Still though, he managed to maintain his optimistic, calm persona, "What? You wanna lie to your new friends? Well that's not very nice. Their hearts would be broken in seconds."

"But..." You whimpered.

"Listen, (y/n)," Gojo reached out to grasp your shoulder, squeezing it gently, "You're not like me. You will never be anything like me. Why- you may ask? Because you're already a million times better."

You sniffled, leaning in to hug him, grateful that he so greatly accepted and loved you no matter how flawed you were, "I love you, daddy."

"I love you too, little angel who is stronger and cooler and- while I hate to admit it- better looking than me," Gojo teased, your laughter his haven that he could live in forever.

He loves you, (y/n), remember that.

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Yami Sukehiro

Yami, in general, was already extremely protective of you, especially after he discovered that you would forever be blind. Now that's not to say that he didn't encourage you to push past your limits. In fact he helped you train all the time. But see, the only problem he had with you training was when you trained by yourself.

And when he found out that you had been flying around on a broom by yourself thus leading to the breaking of your arm, Yami just about tore the rooftops off buildings with his sheer rage alone.

He was in the medical ward giving Magna and Luck a good scolding until you came prattling up, your arm perfectly healed by healing-magic. "Daddy, please stop being mean to Magna and Luck," You whined, tears in your eyes as you lightly shook, "I'm sorry. It's my fault... I went outside without their permission and rode the broom... It's my fault."

The entire ward went dead silent as Yami turned all his attention to you. Considering how bad his temper could get, you were pretty brave for admitting your mistake. And the look on your face; embarrassed, frightened and sad. He knew that you were telling the truth.

"Alright then," Yami relaxed and stepped forward to take your healed hand in his, his voice calm as he said, "Think it's 'bout time you and I had a little chat."

You whimpered but otherwise said nothing the entire time your father lead you just outside the ward. You knew from how he treated others that making him angry resulted in a scary outcome, and you worried what he would do to you now that you've finally done something to upset him. You felt bad too. Sad and regretful.

Once you were outside, Yami let go of your hand and lit a cigarette, "So... Ya just thought ya could do whatever the heck ya wanted to, huh?"

You tensed, your blind eyes staring at the ground, "I did a bad thing. I'm sorry, daddy."

Yami considered you. Unlike other people who annoyed him, he had never really ever gotten mad at you. Seeing how scared you were right now was suffocating enough to make him pout. Was he really making you that uncomfortable? But... He was your father. You shouldn't have to feel uncomfortable around him.

"Ya know, if this were me an' my dad, I woulda' already got my head beat in," Yami blew out a cloud of smoke, "Lucky for you though, I ain't him... I do wanna know one thing though- If all ya wanted to do was ride a damn broom, why didn't ya ask for help?"

You swayed back and forth, fiddling with your hands, "'Cause... You don't need help, an'..."

Ah. So you wanted to be like him. Yami closed his eyes in understanding. "Squirt, get over here an' look at me," Yami crouched down and guided your tiny hand to rest against the side of his face.

He in return cupped your face, gazing into your foggy eyes and saying, "I don't need help 'cause I'm all grown an' got full control over my mana. You're still a tiny, little sprout. Now if ya wanna train, that's fine, but 'till then, you train when someone else is around to help, ya hear?"

You nodded, your lower lip wobbling, "Yes, daddy."

"Eh? I go easy on ya an' you're still about'a cry? Talk about sensitive," Yami chuckled a bit, gently whacking your nose with his thumb.

"I-it's not you, daddy, I..." You whimpered, your body buckling up, "When I fell- i-it... It was just so scary a-and it hurt..."

Oh. Yami's face bloomed with realization. Oh... That was your first traumatic experience, huh? No wonder you were so upset. At first he thought about teasing you or making a sarcastic remark, but ultimately decided against it.

Instead he settled for wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his large chest. "It'll be alright, squirt. You're tough. You'll pull through. Everything's gonna be alright, ya hear?"

Soaking up his comforting warmth and attention, you whimpered and nodded, trying your hardest to hide in the safety of his chest. Your father was so strong and comforting. With him around, it was guaranteed that you would always be safe.

#fanfic drabble #kakashi hatake x reader #levi ackerman x reader #gojo saturo x reader #yami sukehiro x reader #child!reader #platonic #no romantic relationships #Father drabbles #blind reader #black clover #attack on titan #naruto #jujutsu kaisen

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