#parenting!au

No rules or cannon apply here, of course. I just want these men to have a chance at fatherhood. Let’s say each child is around 5-7 years old.

•Giorno sneaks out of bed to stay up with his daddies. Dio sees him first but doesn’t say anything. He often encourages this sort of behavior, if Jonathan was the one who put him to bed. Once Jonathan notices that their son is up, he begins to tell him to go back to bed, but Dio insists that their son is allowed more time. The small boy climbs into Jonathan’s lap, resting his head against the strong chest. Listening to his Papa’s heart, Giorno quickly falls asleep.

•Diavolo nervously drops off Trish on her first day of school. She smiles at him, excited as she sees kids to play with. She hugs him goodbye saying ”Don’t worry Padre, I’ll be alright!” He apprehensively smiles and kisses her on the top of the head, wishing her a good day.

•Doppio explores the backyard with Trish, finding cute frogs and interesting bugs to make friends with. She wants to kiss each frog but Doppio talks her out of it, explaining that he’s not ready for her to grow up and find her prince just yet.

•Jotaro sits patiently in the chair several sizes too small for him. He holds out a plastic tea cup for Jolyne to fill. She scolds him for using the wrong one, pointing to the cup that she made special for him. He picks up the bit of plastic, finding a crudely drawn, bright blue dolphin on the side of the pink cup. He allows himself a small smile as his daughter fills it with imaginary tea.

•Joseph plays pranks on the family with Josuke. He’s is proud of his son’s creativity, especially if the prank involves stand use. Messing with Jotaro is the best, of course but Tomoko ends up scolding both of them. Later, the two agree that it was totally worth it!

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Prompt: School Member: Jackson x Reader AU: Parent!AU

Word Count: 2079

“Do you have your lunch?”

“Yes!”

“What about your pens and pencils?”

“Yea! We bought them together yesterday, silly!”

“Okay, do you have your backpack?” Jackson asked your daughter while kneeling down in front of her. You daughter hummed and pointed to the pink bag on the ground.

“Of course!” she chirped happily. You watched with a smile on your face while Jackson looked at your daughter with a mixture of love and pride and sadness.

“Good girl. Make a lot of friends, okay?” he said, opening his arms out to her. She giggled and then threw her small arms around Jackson’s large frame.

“I know, daddy! I’ll do my best!” she cheered. The bus pulled up around the corner and you stepped forward towards your daughter.

“Look sweetheart, it’s the bus!” you said, patting her head lovingly as she squealed in happiness that the bus was there. Jackson stood up and let out a deep sigh. You glanced over at him and noticed that he looked like he was holding back tears.

“Go have fun today,” Jackson said, giving your daughter a pat on the back and nudging her towards the bus when the door opened. You waved to the bus driver but stayed put as your daughter gave your legs a hug. She did the same to Jackson who pointed to the bus and said ‘hurry’ before walking away.

“Be safe!” Jackson called out behind her. “And don’t talk to any boys!” he added, hurriedly as the bus doors began to close. “They all have cooties!” he shouted to which you laughed and held onto his arms. The two of you watched as your daughter drove off in the bus and then you gently pulled Jackson back towards the house.

“Our baby girl is all grown up,” Jackson said, sniffling a little and still looking down the road to where the bus had gone. You smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

“Yea, she has,” you agreed, giving him a light tap on the butt as you began walking back to the house. “Just imagine what it’ll be like when she’s in high school and starts dating,” you stated, provoking him.

Child!Risotto gives me so many feels!!! 🥺 I want to protect him! He is adorable and deserving of so much love!!!

CREDIT: @arianwen44​ apparently did another commission for Sarah and I am dying I cannot handle how many images we have of Jazz and Devin and especially not any of them from the parenting!AU.  The one of Many Parts that I have written for the Parenting!AU:

“Mr. Callahan?”

Jazz lifted his head from his prayer-folded hands and sniffed. He’d been dragged out of the delivery room, his ears filled with frantic, desperate shouts. Jessica had gone pale, her eyes unfocused and her grip worryingly lax.

Devin’s arm was around him now, a familiar and much appreciated, if almost unwanted, weight. And now a man stood before them -- the same one that had warned them against sneaking food in for Jessica, his facial features so obviously controlled.

“How is she?” he asked, his voice roughened with lack of sleep and panic and dread. He recited another Hail Mary in his head in the time it took for the doctor’s expression to shift, subtly.

“Your daughter has been taken to the NICU -- but she appears to be perfectly fine. We’re setting up a suite for the two of you, and once we’re done we’ll bring you both there so the nurses can show you how to feed her.”

“Jessica said she wanted to breastfeed,” Jazz said, his jaw tightening. “It’s better for the baby.”

The doctor licked his lips and maintained eye contact, folding his hands in front of him and dipping his head. Devin stiffened beside him, his arm tightening around Jazz’s body.

“I regret to inform you that…”

The rest of his words didn’t register, but the words came all the same. Jazz blinked once, then twice, the garbled end of that sentence still hitting their mark. And then the doctor continued to talk -- something about support groups and how Jazz could probably locate a milk bank, if he was insistent on following Jessica’s wishes.

Nothing made sense. Everything made sense. Jazz licked his own lips and swallowed, hard, nodding as the doctor stepped off. Jessica didn’t have family. She didn’t have a steady girlfriend. She had the girls at the ‘Queen and Jazz, and that was it, as far as he knew.

Devin pulled him close, cradling Jazz’s head to his shoulder and threading his fingers through the hair at the back of Jazz’s neck. Jazz closed his eyes and breathed in deep, Devin’s scent and the drift of Devin’s fingers in his hair doing nothing to settle the ache forming in his chest.

He couldn’t bring himself to say anything, and Devin didn’t speak either, as they held each other. Jazz felt like he should cry. He wanted to cry. But instead, he found himself sagging against his boyfriend. He didn’t even have the crib set up yet -- not the one at their house, anyway. He’d set up Jessica’s for her, but theirs --

“Can go home and set up the crib, cutie,” Devin offered, his voice quiet. “Can set everything up as best I can while you stay here --”

Jazz blinked, lifting his head and furrowing his brow. Had he been saying all of that out loud? Frowning, Jazz shook his head and buried his face in the crook of Devin’s neck. “I want you here,” he said. He paused, and then -- “There’s a lot we haven’t done yet for the house, if we’re even --”

There had been mention of putting the baby up for adoption. He and Jessica weren’t married, so he wasn’t legally obligated to the child. The birth certificate hadn’t been written up yet. They could leave his name off it and that was it, he could walk away and never see his daughter, his angel, and --

“Fucking keeping her, aren’t we?” Devin grumbled, kissing the top of Jazz’s head. “Can ask Wes to put the crib together for us, if you want… Sure he’ll be all over this.”

Jazz let out a breath that could almost be called a laugh. “Okay,” he said. He nodded again, more to himself than anything as he swallowed hard. “Okay. Yes. We’re keeping her. Yes. Okay.”

Devin chuckled, his thin frame rumbling with it. “Breathe, cutie,” he whispered, kissing Jazz’s forehead. They held each other for a few more moments, Jazz’s face buried against Devin’s neck as they both breathed in and out together, Jazz’s breathing erratic at first as panic and grief threatened to overwhelm him, until he was matching breaths with Devin as best as he could.

At some point, someone cleared their throat. “Mr. Callahan, the room is ready for you and baby Callahan. Are you ready to meet your daughter?”

Jazz sniffed and looked up at the woman. Her expression was soft, and her eyes didn’t once flit to Devin nor how his arms were still wrapped around Jazz protectively. He then glanced at Devin. “Come with me?” he croaked, offering Devin a watery smile.

Devin blinked, then gave a slight, jerky nod of his head. He stood up slowly, pulling Jazz to his feet with him. “‘Course, cutie,” he murmured, keeping an arm around Jazz’s waist.

“Follow me then, you two,” the nurse said, turning on her heel and guiding the two of them through the halls of labor and delivery. Jazz’s stomach twisted in his throat, but he kept his focus on the sensation of Devin pressed close to him.

It was a room with a singular bed, devoid of almost any medical equipment. There was a bassinet beside the bed, another nurse standing beside it, and Jazz covered his face with his hands as the bundle inside it moved, a quiet cry escaping it.

His daughter. His daughter, wrapped tightly in a small blanket. Jazz found himself stopping dead in his tracks, tears filling his eyes. He moved one hand to his chest and clutched at his heart as he thought of Jessica -- Jessica, who would never see their angel --

“Can I hold her?” he squeaked, the words leaving him in a rush. The nurses chuckled and he felt Devin laugh more than he heard him, causing blood to rush to his ears. “Of course,” the first nurse said, gently guiding Jazz away from Devin and toward the bassinet. “Be mindful of her head,” she said, picking his daughter up and slowly easing her into Jazz’s waiting arms. “Do you have a name for her yet?”

Sleepy dark blue eyes stared up at him, and Jazz noticed the tiny curls coating the top of her head. Her hair was brown, like Devin’s. His heart pounded in his chest as he drifted a finger over her cheek, his breath caught in his throat as she turned to it. “She really is an angel,” he whispered, glancing up at Devin, who had moved to stand beside Jazz.

Devin placed a light hand on Jazz’s back, giving him a soft smile in return. “Think that’s her name, cutie.”

Ahhhhh, my girlfriend @aplacethatdoesnotexist got me a commission Christmas Present as well, this year. Our idiots, Jazz and Devin, in one of our alternate universes for A Place That Does Not Exist, where Jazz and Devin are married and have a daughter named Angel, and a kitten named Ninja who Devin is highly allergic to. <3  Yes, Jazz is wearing a “Lawyer at Work” shirt, and Devin is wearing Muse’s Resistance shirt. They’re both huge fans of the band Muse, their wedding song is Starlight, and Resistance is their theme song, more or less, in A Place That Does Not Exist. <3