My Personal Safe Space

Plus art by me

I don't know HOW in the hell you drew Gideon, but you did. And I'm shocked, bc I CANT. Anyways onto the third request of the day-

CG-Victor Gideon + Ageregre-Reader

TW: Mentions of victors...."Work". Yeah we'll call it that. Slightly OOC but that's just bc it's my first time writing him

Thanks to @uzmacchiato for the dividers!

So a while ago, I saw a post talking about cgs who have actual kids! And this is kinda how I see Momma Alcina! She has 3 daughters already and they all hold different traits but I think sometimes she wants a little one of her own! (Partially why she wanted to keep baby Rose in RE8) And like after her transformation and like having the cadou parasite, I feel like her maternal tendencies are through the roof!!!

I was contemplating doing him anyway this just gave me a reason to so ty

Victor Gideon cg headcanons:

Since hes a doctor, he definitely has a vast array of medical knowledge that can be put to use at any time. Boo boo? Let him help! Sick? Here's some medicine! If you have a more prolonged/serious illness, I think he would do his best to try to alleviate it, even if he cant cure it.

Another cg that I cant pin down having a preference in age. I think having a little thats able to be more independent would be better for him though, since he has work to do. But he definitely enjoys being cuddly with you too!

Cold. Freezing actually to the touch. I hope you like it! He enjoys feeling your warmer body against his colder one, and he's perfect to cuddle against during a hot day or if you just enjoy cold in general. If its a colder day, he'll put on a shirt (or two) to make it more comfortable for you both.

I think he would also know how to deal with 'roudy' and 'uncooperative' patience, leading him to know how to deal with tantrums or meltdowns. I think he definitely has a... Darker side that he'll try his hardest not to show, but he would know how to deal with you when you're more fussy.

I dont think hes a super harsh cg, but again you cant deny that he has an evil or sadistic side. He tries his hardest to keep it under wraps however, but it definitely bleeds out in his interactions with others...

Loves to soothe and praise you. His voice is very soft and nice to listen to, so imagine resting against his chest, and listen to him talk about his day or him reading you a story while patting your head/messing with your hair.

I think like Ada, most people keep their distance from him, so the fact you trust him enough to care for you in this state makes his frozen heart melt!

Not able to be very active on account of his work. I dont see him willing to run around with you in the backyard or anything, he trusts that you'll stay safe, and if you fall or get hurt in some way, he'll quickly patch you up and softly scold you about being more careful.

Prefers doing puzzles, or doing things that dont require as much activity. Since hes a doctor, he needs to keep his mind sharp, that means playing puzzle games with you, doing actual puzzles, or keeping both his and your mind active in general. He wouldnt stick you in front of an iPad, he'd give you a rubix cube or something similar to keep you occupied.

Likes when you pay attention to his scars. He understands that to most it makes him scary or weird, so the fact his little one doesnt see him like that because of them make him happy!

"Ah, ah, ah. What did I say about putting screws in your mouth?" Karl tuts, reaching over to pluck said screw out of your hand before it can touch your lips, looking at you expectantly.

"Bleh." You simply babble out, your hands holding onto the bars of the makeshift playpen, sitting up on your knees.

"Exactly. And that didn't change. Use the stuff in your pen to chew on. Wasn't easy to find or create here." He reminds you, turning back to his workbench where he is creating a new blueprint but you instantly whine at the loss of his attention, making a grabby hand through the bars to tug on his trenchcoat.

Karl new the moment you woke up earlier that you are going to bit a more demanding today from being in a much younger headspace than usual, and given the fact he is not the most patient person, he's doing his best not to snap at you like he's used to doing with his siblings or other people in general.

"Give me five minutes, buttercup. Then I’m all yours." He promises, scribbling something in his notebook as the rumbling machinery from Sturm fills the silence and Karl sighs. "Not you too…can’t a man have just one hour of peace!"

He turns back to you, pulling his glasses off his nose to look into your eyes, chuckling at the adorable glare you give him when he still doesn’t make a move to pick you up and give you the attention you crave.

"Now don’t give me that face." He coos, reaching out to pull gently at your pouty lip. "You know your papa is a busy man."

Then the waterworks start and you’re faster in his arms before the first tear can even roll down your cheek, letting out a hiccup as he starts to carry you around the factory, humming as he does so.

He occasionally explains certain soldats when they stumble past you both, telling you about how he got each of them working or how he modified them, all the while bouncing you on his hip. "Oh that one was really getting on my nerves. Took me one week to get it walking on its own. Just because you’re getting carried around doesn’t mean that everyone gets that privilege privilege."

You smile sleepily at that, your head resting against his shoulder. His voice, the familiar sounds of machinery, metal clanking against one another, it all combined makes your eyelids feel heavy with fatigue.

Cg!Victor x sick!little ftm reader

He knows before you do. The rise in temperature, the lack of energy, how you're fussier than normal, all of it.

Number one go to is soups. Chicken noodle, beef, anything that can give you lots of vitamins. Served in either a bowl or warm broth in a bottle. On top of sneaking in any medication you might need.

If its a low level cold, he'll keep you closer, but overall still keep on his work. He'll check on you throughout the day, feed you, give you medication, anything else you might need. Once he notices your better, he'll give you a lolipop (or other candy of choice), for being a "good patient".

If its a more serious illness, he'll be tempted to call out of work to care for you. Nothing phases him considering what he does. Vomit? Dont worry he'll clean it up. Accidentally go on yourself? Youre sick, its to be expected. Might use diapers if you wish/if its needed. Blood doesnt phase him either, but depending on where its coming from, he might get VERY worried.

If its to the point of hospitalization, he'll 100% call out and care for you himself. He'll be by your side constantly and help you with every little thing. Bathing? Going to the restroom? Getting up? Hes there every step of the way. If you're scared and or crying, he'll hold your hand and praise you for being strong.

If you're running too hot, he'll hold you close to his bare chest, which is perfect since he's freezing. He uses his hand as an ice pack, keeping it on your forehead.

If you take any sort of injections/pills/gel, he'll of course do it. If you wish to wait till you can do it, he'll respect that as well. If you do get injections, he'll put a cute bandaid on the area, and praise you for being his "strong little boy."

If you dont want to be left alone, he'll try and do paperwork in your room, so he can keep and eye on you while simultaneously getting things done. If you *really* dont want to be put down, he'll hold you for as long as he can, till work pulls him away. If you have a really bad time sleeping, he'd definitely give you melatonin or something else to help you sleep.

a baby who can’t sleep without their favorite stuffie… carries them everywhere, hides them in blankets, has little tea parties with them, and sometimes even talks to them softly while asking their cg for help tucking them in 🧸☁️

Cg gabe headcannons !!

Okay say what you want but he makes a MEAN chocolate milk, gabriel doesn't play when it comes to sweets already but sweets for his little one? They need to be the BEST

Can sometimes go over board on indulging snacks and would need Sam's help to know when to stop and save room in your tummy for dinner , expect nightly brownies or cookies and warm milk or a bowl of cereal before he puts you down for the night ( he would let you eat a big bag of chips by yourself or a chocolate with your meals )

Like mentioned previously he goes to Sam for help when he doesn't know how to care for you i feel like he'd also go to dean since he has experience caring for kids but mainly sam as he's closer with him and gabirel can tell sam is mature and rigid so boundary setting and rules would come easy from him

He LOVE'S to watch dumb sitcoms with you but would cover your ears at any inappropriate parts or mommets with foul or suggestive language [ exp : kings and queens , home improvement , boy meets world , everybody loves Raymond etc ! ]

He is quite literally a trickster the teasing and playful banter is insane with him although it's never mean he's not a mean personal and chuck forgive him if was mean to his angel It's more just passionate and counterplay like "oh really now? So much attitude for someone with a pacifier between their lips" he enjoys ruffling your hair or scratching gently at your scalp

It's silly but he genuinely enjoys board games with you especially shoots and ladders and although not a board game he throughly enjoys uno ( he totally doesn't let you win shhh who gave you that idea ) he likes the uno decks with characters on them however he just likes anything fun and silly

He's a very jokey dude he likes making stupid puns and dad jokes, if your upset he's less likely to console and more likely to try and cheer you up with jokes and sweets like expect a bar of your favorite chocolate and some lame "Why did the chicken cross the road' kind of joke

Is VERY insecure of how he caregives to him his brothers have always been the more serious ones more intuned to emotions. Castiel with his focus on humanity and intuition on feelings and lucifer with his smart tounge and dominant personality, he's always been the more childish laid back one who wasn't serious about anything so he feels as if he's not the right person to parent you

OKAY THIS IS VERY RANDOM.... but he's obsessed with playing that pie in the face game with you he loves whipped cream to begin with but in the face jokes messy funny unpredictable? It's him all around as well as twister but he's so hard to beat cause he just forms illusions 😭

He pranks you constantly sometimes a few mean ones but their never coldhearted more like hiding your stuffie for a few minutes or putting cold milk in your sippy or bottle instead of warm "accidentally" putting down the scratchy blanket but after the initially laugh he'd fix it instantly he just likes playing around and if made you seriously distressed he would lull you instantly and never do it again

While he may not be good on feelings he's very good on facial expressions one twitch in your face or burrow in your eyebrows and he knows instantly he's very hyper aware of everything surrounding him

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CROWLEY!!!! Hope this is ok 🖤

that's so real anon he'd be the best caregiver ever

cg!Abel hcs!

OMG HI!!! 💥🖤

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND, DARLING!! 😌✨

Jason would be the tiniest, most spoiled, absolute babiest baby EVER the second Alfred gets involved!!

Like, no dignity left, just tiny whimpers and grabby hands for his Grandpa!!! 😭🍼

Hahahaha

LET’S SEE, HUH:

🍼 In Grandpa’s Arms

The manor was quiet.

Batman's brood had swept out into the night, capes trailing behind them like shadows. Jason hadn't gone. Not tonight. His fingers had fumbled the snaps on his onesie too many times, and his paci had been tucked firmly in his mouth all day. He was too little. And that was okay. Alfred had insisted it was a perfect night for snuggles, soup, and a story or two before a cozy nap.

Now the lights were dim. The television played a low lullaby loop on the screen, the glow casting soft shadows across the living room. Jason, curled sideways on the couch in a navy-blue snap-crotch onesie with little stars on it, snuggled a plush bat-winged bunny to his chest. His thumb twitched now and then, but the pacifier bobbing rhythmically in his mouth had lulled him into deep sleep.

Until…

Jason shifted, murmured around the paci. Then he whimpered. His eyes fluttered open, glassy and wet. His legs wriggled slightly, onesie bunching at his hips as he instinctively curled up tighter. A warm, wet squish followed the movement, and he froze.

His lip quivered.

“Mm-mm... G’mpa…” he whimpered softly, eyes shiny, cheeks pink. “G’mpa Al…”

His call didn’t need to be loud. Somehow, it never did.

Footsteps sounded gently from the hallway before the stately figure of Alfred Pennyworth appeared, sleeves rolled up, glasses perched on his nose, a soft, knowing expression on his face.

"Master Jason," he said warmly. "What's the matter, my dear boy?"

Jason ducked his face into his plushie and shook his head, embarrassed beyond words. The paci bobbed harder in his mouth now, his breathing quick and shallow. He couldn’t say it. He didn’t want to. Not even to Alfred.

But Alfred simply sat on the ottoman beside the couch, rested a hand gently on Jason’s back, and hummed low and thoughtfully.

Then: “I believe I understand.”

Jason flinched.

“It’s alright,” Alfred said gently, pressing a soft kiss to Jason’s hairline. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, my lamb. Come now. Let’s get you freshened up, hmm? A proper little prince like you deserves dry padding and a cuddle.”

Jason whined, clinging harder to the bunny. His legs were still curled under him, and his onesie clung damply around his bottom. “D’ wanna be a baby…” he mumbled, face flaming.

“You're not being a baby,” Alfred replied without missing a beat, scooping Jason up in his arms with the practiced grace of someone who'd done it a thousand times. “You're being my darling boy. And my darling boy is allowed to be comfortable and cared for. Come now.”

Jason didn’t argue again.

He just sucked on his paci and hid his face in Alfred’s shoulder as the older man carried him upstairs, not to his room, but to the nursery tucked just behind the master bedroom. It smelled like lavender, powder, and something soft Jason never quite had the words for.

Alfred laid him gently down on the changing table, expertly supporting his head until it rested on the padded cushion.

“Arms up for me, young sir.”

Jason obeyed, feeling very small as Alfred unsnapped the buttons of the onesie, one by one, lifting the damp fabric to his chest. The cool air hit his wet diaper, making him squirm a little.

Alfred tutted kindly. “There we are. Just a little leaky, but nothing we can’t fix.”

The tapes peeled away with that distinct soft rip, and Jason whimpered again. But Alfred wasn’t bothered. Not even a little. He simply rolled up the used diaper, wiped Jason’s skin carefully with warm baby wipes, in slow, gentle motions, never rushing, never speaking louder than a murmur.

“You’ve done so well, love,” Alfred said soothingly. “All fresh in no time.”

Jason peeked up at him through his lashes, eyes huge. He was blushing so hard his ears were pink.

Alfred smiled. “I know. It’s not always easy to let someone take care of you. But I love taking care of you.”

Then came the powder, sprinkled lightly and patted in with a soft cloth. Jason made a tiny sighing sound, like a kitten, as Alfred opened the clean, extra fluffy diaper — pale blue with tiny cartoon clouds — and slid it under him. A few snug motions later, the tapes were in place.

Snap by snap, Alfred closed the onesie again, fingers deft despite his age.

“There we are. My good lad, clean as a whistle and twice as sweet.”

Jason didn’t respond. His paci had fallen slack between his lips, and he was blinking up at Alfred like his heart had just grown three sizes. His arms reached up, wobbly and wordless.

Alfred scooped him back into his arms.

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Downstairs again, not the couch this time, but the big armchair by the fireplace, where Alfred settled in with Jason curled on his lap like the tiniest baby bird. Jason still didn’t speak. He just hid against Alfred’s chest, heart thudding softly, overwhelmed by love. Real love. Safe love. Forever kind of love.

And then — a soft hum. A lullaby, familiar as breath.

🎵 “Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry, go to sleepy little baby…” 🎵

Jason blinked slowly, lashes fluttering as Alfred rocked them gently.

🎵 “When you wake, you shall have, all the pretty little horses…” 🎵

A warm hand rubbed his back. The paci fell from Jason’s lips. He didn’t notice.

He was asleep before the verse ended — diapered, snuggled, adored.

Some time later…

The Batcave’s secret entrance clicked open.

Bruce stepped inside the manor, dropping his cowl, frowning slightly. “Alfred? Jason?”

He didn’t have to wait long.

In the living room, Alfred sat in the rocker by the fireplace, a tiny, fast-asleep Jason cradled on his lap in a thick diaper and starry onesie, a paci dangling from the armrest beside him.

“Shh,” Alfred whispered with a soft smile. “He’s had a long day. And he’s been my littlest treasure all evening.”

Bruce stared.

Jason’s thumb had slipped into his mouth. One fist clutched Alfred’s shirt. And that look on his face…

Bruce’s heart nearly exploded.

“…He’s the littlest baby to ever exist,” Bruce whispered reverently.

Alfred just nodded, still rocking.

And nothing had ever been more true.

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(In this house, we don't question how Alfred can pick up Jason. He just can. He'd pick up Bruce if he had to. Those are his babies.)