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I literally cannot imagine Val with a CHILD💀💀 Literally tried my hardest to not make this uncomfortable while not going too off the canon Valentino.

VALENTINO X GN!CHILD!READER

The Vee Tower was never quiet.

24 hours a day the screens flickered, neon bleed through glass the low mechanical purr of VoxTech servers stacked like artificial organs behind the walls. Valentino liked it that way. He stood near the floor to ceiling windows, phone pressed to his ear, half listening to Vox ramble about the Hazbin Hotel like it was some bad investment he couldn’t resist poking. “Aaaand you’re sure this isn’t a trap,” Valentino drawled, smoke curling from his lips. “because last time you said that, I lost three studios and a perfectly good dancer.”

Vox’s voice crackled through the line. “Relax. It’s reconnaissance. Velvette wants eyes on Charlie. I want data. You wanted me to stop obsessing; congratulations, I’m multitasking!”

Valentino rolled his eyes. “Just don’t let that hotel stain my brand.”

“We’ll be back in a few hours,” Vox said. “And you. Don’t try not to burn the tower down.”

“Babe-”

The call ended. Valentino wasn’t surprised at that but then he turned and froze. A child stood in the lobby. They didn’t seem like a demon spawn or a gremlin, not even some sharp toothed Hellborn nightmare. A child child. Small, human shaped, scuffed shoes, big eyes, a backpack clutched in both hands like a life raft. The revolving doors behind them spun once… twice… then stopped. No adult followed. Valentino stared and the child stared back.

They regarded each other across the polished marble and projected advertisements like opposing chess pieces. “…No,” Valentino said flatly, with an almost nervous smile. The child tilted their head. “Are you the moth?”

That question cringed Val so hard. Valentino snapped his fingers. “Security!” Nothing. He snapped again, harder. “Hellooo? Anyone?” Still nothing. VoxTech’s systems hummed, uncaring. Velvette’s floor was dark. Vox was gone. The tower for once, was empty of anyone who could make this someone else’s problem. When the child shuffled forward a step while their boots were squeaking Valentino backed up instinctively.

“Stop,” he said sharply.

They stopped. Immediately.

Good. Obedient. That triggered something automatic in his brain…an ugly reflex born of decades of control, branding, turning people into assets— And then the reflex hit a wall. His smile didn’t return. The calculation short circuited. There was no angle here that didn’t end with blood, fire or Vox screaming about optics. Valentino swore under his breath.“Who dropped you here,” he asked. The child shrugged. “A lady with this uhm green skin and tiny yellow eyes.”

Valentino closed his eyes.

“Of course.”

He dragged a hand down his face, wings twitching. His mind raced he could definitely use them, THOSE kind of people like younger anyways but what about Vox’s “big bad plan” to take over heaven? Well, would he really care if he recruited this child right this second?? Heaven didn’t care about adults in Hell but children were always a different story. That was… worse. He pulled out his phone and redialed Vox. “Change of plans,” he said the second the line connected. “Get back here.” Vox sighed. “Val, we’re literally at the hotel—”

“There is a child in the lobby.”

Silence.

“…A what.”

“A small one. Flesh. Backpack. All that jazz.”

Vox inhaled sharply. “Do not do anything stupid.”

Valentino scoffed dramatically. “I resent the implication.”

“Val.”

“I’m not touching it,” he snapped. “Darling I just need you back.”

Vox hesitated. “We can’t. Velvette’s already poking the princess. This matters.”

The line went dead. Valentino stared at his phone like it had betrayed him personally. He looked back at the child. She was watching the giant screens all around the walls and even the ceiling, their eyes reflecting neon. They seemed rather interested in the tower. Val decided to take her to his room, to not be seen with a child longer. He starts leading her out of the lobby. “There is so much going on here.”

Valentino ignores her comment then exhaled smoke, jaw tight. “What’s your name.”

“Y/N.”

He nodded once. Filed it away. “You’re staying here until this,” he does a dramatic hand motion “gets fixed.” Y/N hugged her backpack closer. “You’re scary.”

“Good.”

Valentino turned away sharply, grabbing a hot pink jacket with dirty white fur all around its collar and wrist area off a nearby chair and tossing it at her. “Put that on. This place is cold.” The coat swallowed them. That helped a little, at least now Y/N looked less like a headline. Valentino turned, already planning damage control, and then actually looked at the room, the room wasn’t subtle. Velvet benches, chrome tables. sex toys, a lot of sex toys, glass cases, things shaped in ways that had never once been intended for innocent hands.

Valentino froze.

“…Fuck.”

He scanned the space rapidly, calculating. Normally, he’d snap his fingers and have everything cleared in seconds. But Vox was gone. Velvette was gone and even if they weren’t, moving this stuff around meant employees. Cameras, questions, records, optics. He could already hear Vox’s voice in his head, sharp and furious: Do you have any idea how that looks? Valentino clenched his jaw. He turned back just in time to see the child’s hand inching toward a glass table. Which he finds absolutely hilarious but then remembers Vox’s command. “Nope,” he said instantly, crossing the room in three long strides and gently yet but firmly redirecting her by the shoulder. “Hands to yourself.” She blinked up at him. “What is that.” “None of your business for now.”

“It’s shiny.”

“So is poison.”

That slowed her down. Valentino straightened, slowly becoming irritated. He wasn’t going to rearrange the entire room. That was ridiculous. This was his tower. His space. Hell didn’t suddenly become childproof because the universe had a sense of humor! Instead, he grabbed a chair and sat , hard , near her, phone already in his hand. Fine. He’d wait this out. He scrolled through messages, all the calls Vox didn’t answer, VoxTech alerts, voxtagram, Angeldust’s news…Anything to keep his mind occupied and his attention away from the small, curious liability sitting five feet from him. Silence stretched. Then:

“Why do you have so many weird sticks.”

Valentino didn’t look up. “They’re decorations.”

“They look like they hurt.”

“They do.”

“Why.”

He sighed through his nose. “Because people are stupid.”

“Oh.”

A pause. Then the soft scrape of shoes. Valentino glanced up. She was halfway to another table. He shot to his feet. “Absolutely not.” “I wasn’t touching!” “You were thinking about it.” She frowned. “You can see thoughts?” “I can see trouble.” She plopped back down, pouting, then immediately perked up again. “Why is your eye like that.” Valentino stiffened. “…Rude thing to ask.”

“Sorry. It’s just big.”

He turned away, jaw tight, phone back in hand. Ignoring her. That usually worked on adults. Children, unfortunately, treated being ignored like a personal challenge. “What’s your name,” she asked. “Valentino.”

“Do you live here.”

“Yes.”

“Why.”

“Because I own it.”

“Why.”

Valentino’s fingers paused over the screen.

“Because I won.”

She considered that seriously. “Did someone lose.” He didn’t answer. Minutes passed. She swung her legs. He scrolled. She leaned forward. He cleared his throat pointedly. She leaned back. Then Y/N found another fun question to ask. “Are you lonely.” That one slipped past his defenses like a knife between ribs. He didn’t look at her. “No.”

“You seem,” she said like it was a statement.

Valentino laughed short, humorless. “You talk too much.”

That shut Y/N off. He glanced at her despite himself. They were watching him, chin propped in their hands, entirely unafraid. No awe. No disgust. Just curiosity, raw and unfiltered.

Valentino looked back at the room. At the neon. At the objects he suddenly saw not as indulgence, but as hazards. At a world he controlled perfectly until a child walked into it and exposed every sharp edge. He stayed where he was. Didn’t touch her, didn’t soften, didn’t become kind just like how Vox told him to do. He just stayed. Because moving was risk, leaving was worse, and ignoring her entirely was proving impossible.The elevator chimed then his phone buzzed.

VOXY BABY🩷🩷 CALLING.

He answered without thinking. “If you’re about to ask me how I’m doing, don’t.” Vox’s voice came through sharp and electric. “Where. Is. The child.” Valentino exhaled smoke slowly. “In my room.” There was a pause a real, weighted one . “Okay…Why,” Vox said carefully, almost like speaking to a kid, “is there a child in my tower.”

Valentino glanced over. The girl was sitting on the floor again, cross legged, poking at the edge of an original case with one finger like she was testing whether it would bite. “She was dropped off,” Valentino said flatly. “In front of the building. Like a package.” Velvette’s voice cut in, faint but amused through the line. “Oh my god. That’s hilarious.”

“Don’t encourage this,” Vox snapped, then back to Valentino: “You knew there was a kid.” “I know now.” “You didn’t think to move her anywhere else?” Valentino laughed, sharp. “To where, Vox? The sex dungeon? The branding floor? Your surveillance nest?”

“…Okay,” Vox admitted. “Fair.” The elevator doors slid open behind Valentino. Vox stepped out first, screens following his gaze instantly, Velvette right behind him, eyes already cataloguing the scene like it was content. Her smile faltered when she actually saw the kid.

“Oh,” Velvette said. “She’s… smaller than I imagined.”

The child looked up.

Velvette beamed. “I love her.”

“No,” Vox snapped. Then he crouched slightly, inspecting Y/N like she was a prototype. “You didn’t touch anything inappropriate, did you?” Valentino scoffed proudly. “I stopped her.”

“You stopped her?” Vox echoed. “Val, this room is a lawsuit with legs as it is.”

Vox straightened, thinking fast now, gears visibly spinning. Screens flickered with analytics, projections, possibilities.

“…Okay,” he said slowly. “But hear me out.” Velvette and Val groaned. “No.” “A mystery child appears at the Vee Tower,” Vox continued, pacing. “No origin. No records. Just… dropped. That’s potential engagement.” Valentino chuckled, understanding what Vox was planing now “Come on babe, she is not a brand,” Vox looked at him. “Everything is a brand.”

The child raised their hand. “What’s a brand.”

“Don’t answer that,” Valentino said instantly.

“Not like you’d be a better guardian than me now isn’t that correct?”

Val waved it off. “I’m not talking about anything explicit. Jesus, Vox, I’m not suicidal. I’m talking about…you know! Things that ‘VoxTech would care.’” Vox stared. “…I literally own VoxTech…”

“Hey, I thought we all owned VoxTech—”

Vox’s smile widened. “I want my logo near a child. You just happen to be the one who found the thing.” “Right,” Valentino cut in. He wanted to say more but he chose to stay quiet. Vox paused. Studied him. “…You’re tense,” Vox said. “You hate this.” Valentino didn’t answer. The child tugged on Valentino’s coat sleeve. He looked down automatically.

“Are they staying?” they asked. Valentino hesitated. Vox answered instead. “For now.” They nodded, satisfied, then promptly leaned back against Valentino’s leg like he was furniture. “Look,” he said smoothly, pacing once like he was on a stage, “Hazbin Hotel has no children. None. Zero. They’re all about rehabilitation optics, redemption theater, blah blah halos and feelings.” He gestured vaguely, dismissive. “We?” Vox continued, tapping the side of his head as charts blinked into existence. “We accidentally look better by comparison. Not good. Don’t get it twisted. Just… less terrible.” Valentino scoffed. “That’s not the flex you think it is.” “Oh, it absolutely is,” Vox shot back. “They preach morality and somehow still don’t have safeguards. We’re vice incarnate and—” he nodded toward the kid “—we’ve got supervision.”

Velvette snorted. “Barely.”

Vox ignored her. “Think about it. ‘Even the Vees protect kids.’ Semi responsible. Begrudgingly competent. It makes the hotel look reckless.”

“We could always…employ her for other things. You know, marketing, promotions, adult—”

Vox cut him off instantly, voice snapping through the line. “Valentino! Are you listening to me?” His glare could have short circuited the tower’s entire network. “I said the hotel has no children. This isn’t a playground, it isn’t content fodder, and it is absolutely not to be used for…anything like that!” Velvette snorted in the background, trying and failing to hide amusement. Valentino raised an eyebrow, grin twitching. “I was just thinking outside the box.” Vox slammed a hand on a nearby console, making the screens flicker. “Outside the box? She is a human looking child! She is not a brand asset for your twisted amusement! I don’t care how many floors you own or what neon junk you have lying around! Did you hear me?!” Valentino raised both hands, mock-surrender. “Fine, fine. Point taken. I was just… exploring options. Strategically.” The kid, unfazed, yawned and tugged at the coat Valentino had thrown over them. “You two are weird,” she said. Vox groaned. “And you wonder why I hate children.”

This may be my longest break yet!!

ALASTOR X INSAINE!GN!CHILD!READER

Three days after Alastor found them in that alley, the Hazbin Hotel was already regretting letting this child inside. Vaggie was first. “Why—WHY is there a severed arm in the cereal box?!” she shrieked from the kitchen. Charlie scrambled after her. “Maybe it’s—maybe it’s a misunderstanding?” Y/N leaned over the counter, swinging their legs, chewing on a cookie they’ve definitely stolen. “He wouldn’t stop talking, so I took the part that talked the most.”

“That’s the mouth,” Angel Dust muttered while rolling his eyes. “Yeah, well, I missed.” Y/N snapped back. Suddenly Alastor appeared behind everyone in a burst of radio static, cane tapping. “Let the child have their fun, my dear sinners! Breakfast surprises keep things exciting.”

“THIS IS NOT A KIND OF EXCITING WE WANT!” Vaggie snapped.

Angel Dust pointed at them with a lopsided grin. “Kid’s got spirit, I’ll give ’em that.” Suddenly the toaster beside Y/N began to smoke. Y/N had shoved the other severed arm in there too, just to see what would happen.

It caught fire. Charlie screamed. Vaggie scrambled for the fire extinguisher. Alastor applauded. “My, my, you’re full of surprises.” His eyes gleamed crimson. “But let’s channel that talent of yours into something… productive.”

Y/N perked at that. “Like what?” He took their shoulder, guiding them toward the lobby. “A learning experience. A field trip, if you will.”

“Is it violent?”

“One can hope!”

The hotel was still in chaos behind them smoke, shouting, Angel Dust cursing…but Y/N and Alastor slipped out the front doors like it was the most ordinary morning in Hell.

—

( SMALL TIME SKIP:D )

Alastor noticed instantly.

He was in the lobby, polishing his cane, pretending to tolerate Angel Dust and Husk bickering in the background, when the silence hit him. Not real silence Hell never offered that anyways, but the absence of Y/N’s noise.

Their humming.

Their footsteps.

Their little murder attempts.

Gone.

His smile twitched, tiny and sharp.

“Has anyone seen our little hellspawn today?” he asked lightly.

Charlie perked up. “They’re not in the kitchen. Or the roof.”

Angel Dust took a drag. “Either the kid’s napping… or they wandered off. Again.”

Alastor’s radio crackled faintly. Not loud. Not angry.

But dangerous.

“One does not simply wander away from me,” he murmured.

The shadows curled around his ankles in agreement.

–

Outside the hotel, the city stretched like a broken labyrinth, neon signs flickering over sinners.

Alastor didn’t rush, he never rushed. But the ground darkened beneath each step, as if Hell itself pointed the way.

He found Y/N in a district he found distasteful. Modern. Artificial. and sure enough the Vees had them. “Where’d you crawl out of, huh?” Velvette said, more amused than impressed. “You’re a mess, but… a watchable mess.” She nudged their chin up for the drone, her tone flat, bored, like this was all just content to her.

“Stay still. I’m checking your angles.”

Voxtagram flashed blue as Vox stepped forward. His screen face flickered with the idea of great opportunity. “And you’re sure this one isn’t a plant from the old radio fossil?” The third of the trio, Valentino, crouched to eye-level, smirk dripping like poison. “Hey sweetheart, you lost? Or you runnin’ from someone?”

Y/N shrugged, chewing a piece of gum they’d stolen previously from Angel Dust’s bag. “I was bored.”

Vox , after a quick glance crossed his arms. “We could use a kid like this. Wild energy. No moral compass. Good for our ratings.”

They tilted their head. “What’s a rating?”

Valentino laughed. “You’ll learn, baby.”

Suddenly static snapped through the air like a whip.

Every screen on the street glitched.

Vox’s face warped.

Velvette’s drones crashed to the pavement.

Valentino’s cigarette burned out immediately.

And Alastor’s voice slid through the speakers, velvet over metal. “Good afternoon, Vees.” He stepped into view, cane tapping, smile carved into his face like a permanent crescent. Vox stiffened. Valentino muttered, “Just great…”

Velvette grabbed them by the shoulders. “We’re babysitting!” Alastor’s grin widened. “Indeed you are. Though I must say, your choice of entertainment is lacking. You’ve picked up something that does not belong to you.”

Y/N waved. “Hi!”

His tone sharpened polite yet terrifying. “Come here, little one.” But they… didn’t move. Y/N looked between him and the Vees, mischievous eyes glinting like broken glass. “I wanted to see …stuff,” they said simply. “And they’re fun.”

Vox smirked. “Hear that, old-timer?”

Alastor’s shadow stretched far behind him, swallowing neon, swallowing light, swallowing confidence. “Fun,” he repeated softly. “Is subjective.” Vox stepped forward. “We didn’t steal your kid.”

“Child,” Alastor corrected. “And no you didn’t steal them.”

The static deepened.

Red eyes burned.

His cane tapped.

“You made the mistake of entertaining them.” Velvette squinted. “Why do you care? This gremlin isn’t yours.” Alastor’s smile didn’t change, but something ancient and murderous slid beneath it. “I care,” he said, “because I get terribly tempted to clean up a mess when i see one,” The static thickened. He tilted his head, smile carved in place. “and you, Vox, have always been a very…easy mess to clean.”

Vox’s screen buzzed. “You threatening me?”

“Certainly not.”

His grin glowed crimson.

“I’m promising you.”

This time he extended his hand toward Y/N not gentle or coaxing, not even fatherly.

Just command. “Come, little brute.” And this time, Y/N obeyed. They skipped over and grabbed his coat, the Vees watching with a strange mix of frustration, relief, and fear. Alastor tipped his hat. “Good day, folks! Try not to touch anything that isn’t yours.” As he led them away, they piped up, “They smelled a little funny.” He chuckled. “Most things do.” After a small pause Y/N speaks up again “Are you mad I ran away?” “Not mad,” he said, voice low. “Merely reminded.”

“Of what?”

He glanced down at them, grin razor-sharp. “That even tiny storms can drift as predictable as it is and must be guided back.” Y/N beamed. “Are you gonna teach me more stuff now?” “Most certainly,” he purred. “But next time you wander off…”

His radio crackled.

“…you won’t get far before I fetch you.”

And with that, Alastor walked them back to the hotel Though Y/N didn’t see the way Alastor’s smile shifted once they weren’t looking.dNot softer. Not warmer. Just a little more dangerous. They were chaos. And chaos, properly tuned, was a symphony he intended to conduct.

———

you request me robin and not tell me WHICH robin??😭 Eeny, meeny, miny...Tim Drake!!

"One Lump or Two, Bird Boy?"

Tim's eyes fluttered open, the pounding in his head pulling him out of unconsciousness. His surroundings were... peculiar, to say the least. A long table stretched before him, cluttered with teacups, teapots, and towers of pastries that looked almost too colorful to be real.

His arms were tied to the arms of an ornate chair with silk ribbons—light and soft, but unbreakable.

"Ah, awake at last! How delightful."

Tim's eyes snapped to the voice—smooth, and unnervingly cheerful. Across the long, cluttered table, Jervis Tetch, the Mad Hatter himself, stared at him. Dressed in his usual Victorian garb, Tetch's wide-brimmed top hat tilted slightly as he leaned forward with childlike glee.

"Welcome, Robin! You’ve arrived just in time for tea. And oh, what a wonde of an evenring it shall be!"

Robin pulled at the ribbons, testing for any slack. "This is a new low, even for you."

Tetch wagged a gloved finger. "Tsk, tsk, such rudeness! But that’s expected of birds. No manners." He gestured grandly around the room. "But worry not! We have more friends here to keep you entertained."

A loud, cackling laugh echoed from the far side of the room.

"Aww, ya didn’t tell me we were havin’ company, Hatter! And look who it is—Baby Bird himself!"

Harley Quinn barged into the room, balancing a tray of cupcakes on one hand and swinging her oversized mallet with the other. She wore her iconic outfit.

Following at her heels were Bud and Lou, her loyal hyenas, tongues lolling and eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Harley," Robin muttered under his breath. His day had officially gone from bad to worse.

"Harleen, my dear!" Tetch greeted her warmly. "I thought a little... surprise might liven up our gathering."

Harley plopped into a chair across from Tim, propping her boots on the table. "Well, ain't this cute. But I hope it ain't just tea an’ crumpets. I was hopin’ for somethin’ a lil’ more... exciting, y’know?"

She flicked a piece of cupcake to Bud, who caught it mid-air with a satisfied growl.

"Oh, don’t worry," Tetch assured, his eyes never leaving Robin. "The real fun is yet to come."

Robin’s mind raced. He knew that he needed a way out, fast. "Alright, Hatter. What’s the game this time?"

Tetch grinned, his teeth gleaming in the candlelight. "Oh, how splendidly inquisitive! Yes, a game! A simple riddle, really. Solve it, and you’re free to leave. Fail..." He trailed off, gesturing to the hyenas.

Bud and Lou snapped their jaws in unison.

''Really?? A riddle?'' Harley asks dramatically

Tetch gave her a side eye before clapping his hands, delighted. "Very well! Listen well Robin. Here it is: I’m not alive, but I grow. I don’t have lungs, but I need air. I don’t have a mouth, and yet I drown. What am I?"

Tim frowned, the gears in his brain turning rapidly. He knew this one.

Harley watched him closely, tapping her mallet against her shoulder. "Tick-tock, Birdie. Don’t take too long, or Bud an’ Lou might start thinkin’ you’re dinner."

The hyenas growled softly, their laughter-like sounds sending a chill down his spine.

"Fire," Tim said finally, meeting Tetch’s gaze.

For a moment, silence hung in the air. Then Tetch’s smile twisted into a grimace. "Oh...oh, you clever little bird."

Harley blinked. "Wait, that’s it? C’mon, Hatter, ya gotta step up your game! That was way too easy."

"Easy?" Tetch muttered, adjusting his hat in frustration. "I suppose it was."

Tim took the opportunity. He tugged sharply at the silk ribbons, and to his surprise, they unraveled with ease—a flaw in the Mad Hatter’s setup. He leapt from the chair, muscles tense and ready.

"Well, it’s been fun," Tim said, backing toward the door, "but I think I’ll pass on dessert."

Harley grinned, standing and hefting her mallet. "Aw, don’t go so soon, Birdie! We were just gettin’ started."

"Another time!" Tim called over his shoulder as he bolted through the door.

Tetch sighed, slumping into his chair. "How tiresome. Another guest who just doesn’t appreciate the finer things."

Harley shrugged, grabbing a teacup and taking a sip. "Eh, don’t sweat it, Hatter. Next time, let’s skip the riddles and go straight for the BOOM!"

Bud and Lou barked in agreement, their tails wagging eagerly.

"Next time, indeed," Tetch muttered, his eyes narrowing. "Next time, Robin won’t be so lucky."

I ACTUALLY LOVE YOU😿😿

SILCO X CHILD!READER

The heavy air of Zaun wrapped around you like a suffocating blanket, the world around you dim under the flickering green glow of the Undercity’s lights. You sat on the cold metal floor of Silco’s office, knees pulled tightly to your chest, trying to calm your shaking body down.

The door creaked open and you froze, expecting to be yelled at for being here uninvited. But Silco’s sharp eyes softened as they fell onto you, his usually stern side disappearing. He approached without a word, crouching to your level.

“What happened?” His voice was low, not demanding, just… asking.

You didn’t answer at first. Would he even care? You weren’t much to him—just another orphan tangled up in his schemes.

But Silco waited patiently, his gaze steady, until the words spilled from your lips in a choked sob. “I—I didn’t mean to mess up, I swear. They— they just kept pushing and saying—saying I wasn’t good enough to even be here!”

His rough hand, settled gently on your shoulder. “Zaun isn’t kind,” he murmured, his tone oddly soothing. “It doesn’t reward softness. But that doesn’t mean you have to bear cruelty alone.”

The unexpected warmth in his voice made your chest ache. “Why… why are you being nice?”

Silco exhaled sharply, almost amused. “You remind me of someone,” he simply said before suddenly standing then, extending a hand. “Come. Let’s remind them why Zaun never underestimates its own.”

I'm sorry if I didn't explain myself well, I'm terrible at English.

ACTUALLY GOING BALLISTIC OVER MY FIRST CREEPYPASTA REQUEST!!

JASON THE TOY MAKER X DOLL LIKE!READER

Jason was utterly captivated the moment he saw you. Your porcelain-like skin, the way your eyes seemed to sparkle unnaturally in the light, and your perfectly delicate features reminded him of the fine craftsmanship he adores in his work. From the very start, he considered you a masterpiece—a living, breathing work of art.

To him, you’re as fragile as glass and just as irreplaceable. He has no problem glaring at anyone who so much as looks at you for too long. In Jason’s mind, the world is full of people who don’t deserve to admire something as perfect as you.

Jason can’t help but treat you like a literal doll at times. He’s constantly asking if you’ve been taking care of yourself. “Have you moisturized? You mustn’t let your beautiful skin dry out!” He’s also overly concerned about any blemishes or scratches you might get, to the point where he might lash out at whatever (or whoever) caused them.

Jason has a special chair in his workshop that he calls your “throne.” It’s covered with velvet and decorated with intricate carvings he spent hours perfecting. He insists you sit there and watch him work, claiming that your presence inspires his creativity.

Despite his sweet moments, Jason’s darker tendencies occasionally emerge. He adores you, but his definition of “love” often leans toward... ownership. “You’re mine, my perfect little doll. No one else will ever lay a hand on you.” It’s both a declaration and a promise, one he would uphold with blood if necessary.

Jason loves dressing you to match his aesthetic—dark reds, golds, and intricate designs that give you the appearance of a vintage doll brought to life. He takes immense pride in how the two of you complement each other, calling it “a display of true craftsmanship.”

soo... you didn't say anything for a plot so i just made them meet, i hope that's alright with you<33

ALASTOR X INSAINE CHILD!READER

Hell was always the same with the chatter of sinners and the painfull screams all around. Alastor, strolled through the streets, his cane tapping rhythmically against the ground. His wide grin never faltered, though his sharp red eyes darted around, observing everything.

Then he heard it—the most evil laugh, high-pitched and absolutely unhinged. Alastor stopped, tilting his head, the sound was coming from an alleyway just ahead. He adjusted his tie and strolled over to the alleyway.

What he found was... surprising.

A small child, no older than ten, stood over what used to be a rather unfortunate demon. The remains were scattered about in a chaotic mess of black goo . The child, held a jagged piece of metal in one hand, the other smeared with the remnants of the "fun." They're wide eyes shimmered with manicness.

"My, my, what a display!" Alastor exclaimed. "I must say, it’s rare to find someone so creative with their time."

The child turns to him, eyes glowing. “Did you see? Did you see what I did?! He said I couldn’t take his hat—so I took everything else!” They gesture dramatically at the mess behind them.

Alastor chuckled, twirling his cane. “Quite the overachiever, aren’t we? But tell me, dear child, what drives you to such... theatrical carnage?”

They tilt their head, clearly unbothered by his casual tone. “Why not? It’s fun! It’s exciting! Don’t you think so?”

Alastor’s smile twitched. “Ah, yes, but there’s an art to it, my dear. A balance. Chaos is like a radio frequency—too much static, and the signal is lost.”

The child seemed unimpressed. “Static is fun. It’s loud, and no one can ignore it.” They grin wider, holding up the bloodied piece of metal like a trophy. “Want me to make some for you?”

Alastor’s chuckle turned into a full-blown cackle. “Tempting! But I think I’ll pass. Watching you is entertainment enough.” He leaned in closer, his grin sharp. “But do be careful, little one. Hell is like an ocean full of fish, and not all of them appreciate someone making such a mess.”

They automatically lean in just as close, their smile never faltering. “Let them come. I’ll make it fun for them, too.”

Alastor pulled back, his laughter echoing down the alleyway. “Oh, I do believe I’ll enjoy keeping an eye on you. You, my dear, are a star in the making.”

And with that, he tipped his hat and strolled away, his cane tapping the same rhythm. The child curiously follows him.

I'm not getting ANY Black Butler requests i might die!!! But thank youu so much, this made me feel so much better, i don't see too many child readers on tumblr so i'm willing to be that person who writes only x child reader stuff on here. It's ALWAYS going to be platonic.

i've been in a writing slump so i haven't been posting in a minute but i think i'm back:D Also i'm going to stop writing match ups because they are exhausting to write for me and they never get any attention SORRY:(((

For now i got my FIRST Creepypasta request which i am so happy about!! Other than that i have a new Alastor and a Helluva boss one shot request coming up (hopefully)

With 3-4 year old Pines reader. Their interactions with Mabel, Dipper, Grunkle Stan, Grunkle Ford, Wendy and Soos? You can make parts of it.

Like how they treat them, etc. Also will they keep the danger stuff a secret? If they do and the child found out how will they protect them?

GRAVITY FALLS X CHILD!READER PART 1

Glitter Wars and Secret Smiles

The Mystery Shack’s attic is a rainbow-colored wonderland, strewn with crafts, stuffed animals, and an EXPLOSION of glitter. Mabel sits on the floor, hot glue gun in hand as she works on her latest art project—a glittery crown fit for royalty. The reader, dressed in a matching llama sweater, is right beside her, carefully sticking sparkly stars onto a small paper sword.

“Look at you! My little knight in sparkly armor!” Mabel grins, pressing a handful of stickers onto the reader’s cheek. “Now we just need to find a dragon to slay.”

The reader giggles, waving their paper sword. “I’m brave!”

Mabel’s smile falters for just a second, thinking of the real dangers that lurk outside their safe little bubble. But she quickly shakes it off, determined to keep things light. “You’re the bravest! Braver than Dipper when he sees a spider, that’s for sure.”

The reader’s eyes widen. “Dip scared?”

Mabel leans in, whispering as if sharing the world’s greatest secret. “Yep. But don’t tell him that I told you—he likes to pretend he’s a big tough guy.”

so basically Bill Cipher meets the youngest Pines member but they're like 3-4 years old. And basically Bill doesn't know how to react, he's all confused but also in awe. Make it fluff and i know it's going to be hard to write this as canon Bill Cipher so you can ignore if you want <33

Bill Cipher x Child!Reader (PLATONIC)

The forest surroundcing the Mystery Shack was quiet. Somewhere between dimensions, floating lazily, was Bill Cipher, his single eye half-lidded with boredom. His typical schemes to cause chaos were on hold, and for once, he was simply… existing.

That’s when he heard it—a soft giggle, light as a feather. Bill’s eye snapped open, immediately. There, standing among the wildflowers, was a small figure with messy hair, chubby cheeks, and a bright, curious gaze.

The youngest member of the Pines family.

His eye narrows slightly. A little kid, no older than three or four, was staring right up at him. Her tiny hands gripping a stuffed animal that seemed to be some kind of hybrid between a cat and a duck—perfectly nonsensical, just the way Bill liked things.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Bill floated closer, his voice carrying its usual sarcasm. “A little ankle-biter out all alone? Shouldn’t you be with your oh-so-boring family?”

The girl tilted her head, eyes wide and sparkling with the kind of innocence Bill found really weird. She didn't seemed scared. She suddenly reaches out, poking Bill with a tiny finger in pure curiosity.

Bill’s eye widened a little in surprise. Most people who encountered him would either scream, run, or try to strike some ridiculous bargain. But this little human? She just poked him like he was some new toy.

“Hey, hey! Hands off the merchandise!” Bill exclaimed. He wondered, why wasn’t she afraid? Why wasn’t she running? And why, in all his chaotic glory, did he find this child so… interesting?

The child giggled again, a bubbly sound that seemed to echo in Bill’s mind. She pointed at him with her free hand, her other continuing to clutching her stuffed toy close.

“Triangle!” she declared proudly, their voice high-pitched and filled with wonder.

Bill let out a bark of laughter, genuinely amused. “Oh, you’re a smart one, aren’t you? That’s right, kiddo. I’m a triangle, the best triangle you’ll ever meet. Got any other shapes in that little brain of yours?”

The kid smiled. They started babbling, half-formed words about god know what, pointing excitedly as if expecting Bill to just understand them. The demon was used to others feeling fear, but this… this innocent curiosity was something else.

“Alright, kid, slow down,” Bill said. “You think I can just whip up stars and moons like a party trick? You’re talking to Bill Cipher, not some street magician.”

For the first time in… well, forever, Bill felt utterly out of his element. He could outsmart the smartest, scare the toughest, and twist anyone around his finger, but this kid? She just saw him entertainig.

Bill hovered beside them, his eye following them every move. He had cought a small, harmless ball of light, flickering in and out of existence.

“Yeah, yeah, enjoy it while it lasts, kid,” Bill mumbled, though there was no more venom in his voice.

The girl just grinned, leaning her head against his triangular form as if he were just another friend, not a demon with a penchant for chaos. Bill let her, floating there quietly as the sun dipped lower in the sky.

For once, he wasn’t planning anything. No schemes, no deals, no manipulation. Just a strange, peaceful moment with a little human who saw him not as a threat .

Sorry if it’s too long or specific, it’s fine if you want to edit it a little bit- Thank you so muchhh<3333

ELDEST DAUGHTER OF HADES!READER X BIANCA, NICO, HAZEL

omgg this is so interesting, love the idea!! Btw so sorry but i couldnt add the whole prophecy thing:((

The eldest daughter of Hades had lived through the chaos of the early 1900s, trying to survive a world at war, before her fate was stolen away. Trapped in the Lotus Casino, she was frozen in time as the decades slipped by. When she finally got out, the world she knew was gone and so were the people she’d loved. Alone in a strange new era, she found herself drawn to the one thing she still had: family.

Each sibling carrying their burdens, lost in their own way. As the eldest, she felt a deep responsibility to be the sister they needed, even when they didn’t realized it themselves.

Bianca’s Wish

Bianca was brave and strong-willed. When they met, the bond between them was immediate, unspoken yet undeniable. During the quest for Artemis, as they ventured into the unknown, Bianca was torn between her desire for independence and her need for family.

One night, while the others slept under the starry sky, Bianca found her sister sitting by the fire, eyes lost in distant memories. She approached quietly, her expression soft yet curious.

“Do you ever miss it?” Bianca asked, sitting down beside her. “The time you came from?”

The eldest daughter smiled, a bittersweet glint in her eyes. “Sometimes. It was a different world, Bianca. Simpler, but harder in many ways.” She paused, glancing at her little sister.

Bianca stared at the fire, her fingers playing with the zipper of her jacket. “I just… wish I could’ve grown up with you...maybe know you better.”

The eldest sister wrapped an arm around Bianca, pulling her close. “We’re here now, and that’s what matters. You, me, Nico—we’re family, no matter what.”

Bianca leaned into the embrace. For the first time in a long while, she allowed herself to relax, to trust that someone would be there to catch her if she fell. In that quiet moment, they was nobody; it was just them, finding solace in each other’s company.

Nico's Darkness

Bianca’s death broke Nico. It didn't matter how much time had passed. He was angry, lost, and consumed by a darkness that seemed to grow with each passing second. He pushed everyone away, including his eldest sister, who tried talking it out of him, knowing that she couldn’t force him to heal—he had to find his way back on his own.

But she never stopped trying. One evening at Camp Half-Blood, she sat by the campfire, strumming a tune on her guitar, a melody from her past that had no place in this world. Nico lingered in the shadows, unsure, his expression serious.

“Are you gonna stay there all night, or do you want to join me?” she called, not looking up from her playing.

Nico hesitated before finally slowly coming over and sitting beside her. They didn’t talk about Bianca—Nico wasn’t ready for that. Instead, she began telling him her old memories, half-truths and half-myths about Hades and the strange little moments that made him seem like a normal person then a god.

“He tried to cook once,” she said, grinning slightly at the memory. “It was terrible, of course. Burnt everything. But I’ve never seen him laugh so hard at himself.”

Nico snorted almost in a mocking way. But at the same time, a genuine smile was breaking through the sadness. “Dad? Laughing? That’s hard to imagine.”

The eldest sister gets a little serious “He’s different than you think, Nico. He’s not just the Lord of the Underworld. He’s… complicated. Just like us.”

They sat there for hours, sharing stories that they never told anyone else, all filled with a warmth that Nico had been missing since Bianca’s death. In those moments, he found a piece of himself that he thought was gone forever and he believed that he finally found someone who understood.

Hazel’s Struggle

Hazel Levesque was a wonder to her sister. A girl out of time, so strong yet burdened with the weight of two lives. On the Argo II, the eldest daughter watched Hazel with a mixture of pride and protectiveness, seeing so much of herself in the younger girl.

One afternoon, while the others were busy, Hazel was on deck, practicing her swordsmanship as always. Sweat dripped down her brow, her face set in concentration. But there was a hesitation in her movements, a slight uncertainty, almost like something was bothering her.

“You’re thinking too much,” her sister called, stepping forward. Hazel glanced up, her eyes wide, but she didn’t move. The eldest took the sword from Hazel’s hand, her movements fluid and graceful as she demonstrated.

“Feel it,” she said, her voice encouraging. “You’ve got power, Hazel. You just need to trust it.”

Hazel watched carefully. When she tried again, her sister guiding her hands, it was different. She moved with much more confidence, and for the first time, she felt in control.

Afterward, they sat together, the ship rocking slightly beneath them. Hazel rested her head on her sister’s shoulder, sighing deeply. “I never thought I’d actually have this. Family. A sister.”

I need papa alastor to like help his little fawn through a nightmare by singing them a song 😭 or just somthing overall like super sweet like the two dancing where he has their feet ontop of his that type of father-daughter/son dancing im begging

(Ignore this request if you don't want to do it)

ALASTOR X CHILD!READER

this is such an adorable idea aksklsdkajak

The radio demon himself was rarely seen as anything less than terrifying—utterly unpredictable. But there was a different side of him that only a few ever saw, and his little fawn was one of them.

Tonight was one of those nights. The hotel was quiet and Alastor’s little fawn had woken up trembling from a nightmare. Alastor, with his dangerously well sense of hearing, heard their small voice whimpered into the night.

He made his way to their room, gliding in with his usual terrifying smile, his crimson eyes slightly softening at the sight of his little fawn curled up in bed, tears wetting their cheeks.

“Now, now, what’s all this about?” Alastor's voice, usually full of sinister. he crouched beside the bed. He already understood what was bothering them but he decides to ask anyways. “Having bad dreams, my dear?”

His fawn nodded, wiping at their eyes with the back of their hand. They didn’t need to explain; Alastor had seen it before, and he knew just how to soothe those fears away.

With a dramatic demeanor he lifted his little fawn out of bed and set them down on top of his shoes. “Well then, we must turn these frightful visions into something far more pleasant, don’t you think?”

Holding their tiny hands in his own, Alastor began to hum an old, jazzy tune from a time long past. He took a slow, gentle step forward, guiding his little fawn’s feet as they danced together.

Alastor’s voice rose gently into a song, a melody that was hauntingly beautiful but in his hands, full of care.

“You’re safe with me,” he murmured between verses, his tone uncharacteristically gentle. “No one can harm you while i'm right here.”

The nightmare seemed far away from his fawn now, replaced with the warmth of their little dance. Alastor twirled them gently, their feet never leaving his as he guided them back and forth in a playful waltz.

Finally, as the song came to an end, Alastor scooped his little fawn back up and tucked them into bed. “Sweet dreams, my little fawn.” he whispered, patting their head gently.

If not, that’s completely okay! I just wanted to know. Stay safe, eat well, drink lots of water, love you!!

(i'm so glad that this fandom is back omgg!! Since you didn't exactly specify what type of sister you wanted + with who you wanted hc with so i wrote what made sense to me. So sorry if this isn't what you wanted:((. I can always rewrite, just let me know.)

GRAVITY FALLS X OLDER SISTER!READER

As the older sister to Dipper and Mabel, you have some kind of protective instict towards them. Even though they have proven themself multiple times that they're capable of handling themselves, you often find yourself stepping in to make sure they're safe.

Dipper leans on you for advice and support during his mystery hunts, knowing you’ll help him out of any jam. Oh! He also asks about Wendy daily. Mabel always goes to you when she finds a new guy. Asking you what she should say to him for his attention or if he's even worth it. But she usually ends up doing her own thing..

With Grunkle Stan, you share a playful but caring relationship—he often jokes that you're the "voice of reason" among the kids, but he secretly appreciates your maturity and occasionally seeks your advice (obviously does it secretly).

Wendy treats you like an honorary member of her friend group, and you two usually hang out, talking and sharing snacks on the roof of the Shack. You admire her laid-back attitude and take inspiration from her confidence.

Even Grunkle Ford respects your input during intense situations, and you often work together to solve the deeper mysteries of Gravity Falls.

At first, I come across as aloof, calm, and socially awkward. I'm very to-the-point, and can sense BS very quickly. I never get involved in drama, but I might make a witty joke while I sit in my little corner and watch with popcorn. I've been told I'm very observant and I've been called an old soul. But when you get to know me, I can be a bit of a gremlin😆.

I have a huge imagination and I'm always daydreaming. I'm creative and I love storytelling. Especially theatre and writing. Once I start writing, I find it hard to stop (as you can see here😂). I'm a film geek who likes psychological horror movies (Hitchcock films, The Shining, Carrie, etc). But I also love Scooby Doo. Another thing I like is archery and being outdoors.

I'm also a complete basketcase and 24/7 stressed. I try to look on the bright side of things when I can, though, and consider my life to be an adventure. I know my problems will be a fun story to tell at parties someday.

One thing I despise is people being condescending, and talking down to me. I'm neurodiverse and I look younger than I am, so I've had my fair share of that. I also hate when conversations get needlessly intellectual and philosophical. Like, if I ask: "What's 1+1?" And someone tells me: "Well...what IS the number one, really? Numbers are just symbols on paper. "

I'm like: "...right, but what's 1+1?" Me wanna know HOW math. Me not wanna know WHY math. Oh, and speaking of math, I hate math.

I also hate watching people argue, because, often, I'll understand both sides, and have an existential crisis over who's right, and who's wrong. Like, if I pick a side, I could pick the WRONG side! What kind of witchcraft is this😱

Fun facts: I was born with weirdly shaped pinky fingers. They're both bent sideways. Apparently it's called "clinodactyli" or something, so that's cool. Also I have OCD, sensory issues and trichotillomania. My favorite movie is Gremlins. One time, I accidentally printed, like, 87 pictures of a cat because I was a dumb 7-year-old, and the entire computer room was flooding with cats. My mom was so mad😂. Also, I'm terrible at videogames. I tried to play World of Warcraft once, and spent over an hour trying to get out of the canyon I accidentally jumped into.

I'm a Genini-Cancer cusp, (technically Gemini) Libra rising. INFP (although, the second time I took a test I got INFJ so idk lol).

(Firstly i just wanted to tell you that 16p test is totally bs🙄. I took it and it kept saying that i was ENFP but my personality doesn’t match with that. So my advice is, just read each description of the personalities and pick the one who suits you the best. I found ESTP the closest to me!)

ANYWAYS

I match you with…

BARBRA GORDON!(Also known as Batgirl or Oracle)

She is a complex character with unique sets of traits. Like you, she is initially portrayed as someone far off, calm, and socially awkward, but she is pretty observant and possesses a sharp sense, making humorist jokes while watching from the sidelines.

Barbara is known for her incredible imagination and love for storytelling, this is noticeable in her role as Oracle. She shares your passion for theatre, writing, and creative business. Additionally, her interest in psychological horror movies could align with your film geek side!

As someone who despises disdain and dislikes overly philosophical discussions, Barbara's very straightforward and blunt personality would resonate with you. In my opinion she's a strong character, but she also has vulnerabilities and struggles with her own daily challenges, which could make her relatable to your basketcase tendencies.

Her experience with being neurodiverse and facing challenges due to her physical disability (she uses a wheelchair) adds depth to her character, much like your experiences with clinodactyli, OCD, sensory issues, and trichotillomania. (I don’t have disabilities so i hope I betrayed this right omg)