#but they live a simple life at the orphanage taking care of kids

[isolabellz]

house husbands

[shadesoflsk]

BLANCA NAVIDAD

pairing: leon kennedy x fem reader.

summary: Leon never liked Christmas. Memories of him being taken away from his parents and countless missions made him a bitter man. However, he wouldn't have guessed that one day, he would be placing Christmas stockings with a wife and a little bundle of joy next to him.

warnings: Mostly fluff, dad leon, mentions of injuries, alcohol problems, Leon being an orphan, mild hurt (nothing bad I swear) so cheesy and sappy.

"to give up one's very self – to think only of others – how to bring the greatest happiness to others – that is the true meaning of Christmas."

The sounds of boxes being moved filled your living room. It’s the first week of December, and both of you have postponed the task of adorning your house with Christmas stuff until now. Between Leon’s job and your newfound activity (taking care of your 1 year old daughter) it’s been nearly impossible to find enough time to dedicate yourself to this special holiday. 

Leon had told you it was more than okay if you wanted to do it by yourself. He knew how much you love this holiday. And ever since halloween ended, you found yourself eager to buy even more stuff to fill your home with. Nonetheless, you waited for your husband. There was no way you would let this opportunity slip away.

And, as you walked into the living room carrying a box albeit Leon’s constant bickering about how you shouldn’t lift heavy things, your heart melted at the sight of Leon placing a christmas hat on you guys’ daughter, which was too big on her and partially covered her sight.

“Da-da” With the baby on his hip, Leon was once again trying to teach his daughter how to say his “name.” It all started with a simple joke about him being the favorite parent, but now it has turned into a serious situation, at least for him. He wanted his daughter to master the art of speaking before Christmas. Although he has noticed that his little one barely said anything else than babbling nonsense. She was almost there, those bwaaah would turn into dada, he was sure.

She had none of that, though. As soon as Leon started talking, she laughed. As if he was telling her the funniest joke ever. Your daughter had heart eyes for both of you, but you had to admit it – she was definitely a daddy's girl. The way her eyes get so big whenever she sees Leon, and how her tiny fingers wrap around his thumb each time he's feeding her – yeah, she loves her dad.

He was an expert in fatherhood. He had no recollection of ever taking care of kids before. But, as soon as his little girl was born, the father's instincts kicked in. The way her cries filled the hospital room made him want to turn off the world for a second and give his daughter and wife a well-deserved moment of peace.

However, he never thought his life would get so lucky that he would get to experience being a dad. Ever since he was born, he was surrounded by disaster and misfortune. Having to grow up at an orphanage wasn't the most ideal place to mold a child into a perfect human being, but it seems that the little time he had spent with his parents shaped him correctly.

“Ma-ma.” You walked behind Leon and placed a hand on his other hip. Your baby instantly kicked her little feet in excitement for seeing her mom. Maybe she's a mama's girl, too.

“Hey! She was almost saying dada.” Leon feigned disappointment as you tried luring your daughter into saying mama first. This was a competition between you and Leon. Which prize will be having the satisfaction of being the “favorite parent.”

“Yeah of course. My bad.” You chuckled, voice filled with sarcasm knowing that your daughter has been the laziest of babies. Most 1 year old babies already say mama or dad. Or both. Yet this little rascal just likes existing, eating, sleeping, and exploring.

Leon saw you carrying a box and sighed in mild disappointment. You could already hear him saying “I told you not to carry heavy things.” Ever since you recovered from surgery, he has gotten even more doting. Every need of you was met by the second, and you wouldn't complain, but you're still a functional adult who can actually lift boxes.

You remember when things didn't used to be like this. In the past, you weren't instantly devoted and whipped for the man that is now teaching your daughter how to say dada. You remember how your past self leaned over the counter, you were met by an usual reek of alcohol this man had. And, with a witty and drunk smile, he said his usual line.

“Another bottle here.” It was his third one that night. Not his third glass, his third bottle. He was slowly killing his liver and himself by the way kept drowning in this deadly and burning liquid. You had never met him before, but the way his dark blue eyes sometimes shone under the dim light, you knew he once was someone important. Or at least, someone needed.

“That would be your third one tonight.” You stated matter-of-factly. However, Leon didn't miss the way you refused to move and get him his booze. 

“Look at that… Smarty knows her numbers. Aren't you so, so clever?” The disdain in his voice had reached your ears. He was never the talkative client, he just spent all of his nights at your bar and drank to his heart's content. You know you shouldn't stick your nose in someone else's business yet you couldn't bear nor allow him to basically kill himself in front of you.

“Now can you please shut up and serve me another bottle.” He groaned as the empty bottle almost fell from the counter. His heavy eyelids almost closing if it wasn't from the fact that after the words he spat, you threw a glass of water to his face.

“You don't fucking talk to me like that.” Your usual warm and easy going self was long forgotten. No matter how many hardships and problems he may have, there was no way you would let him walk all over you like that. “I don't know what fucked up things you have experienced or how many people have betrayed you. But if you have time to drown yourself in this addiction and be mad about it, you also have time to make a change.”

Those words stuck with him. He knew he was being pathetic, Chris, Rebecca, hell even Claire had told him the same thing too. But he felt even more miserable when a random bartender called him out like that. Especially when you just needed to complete your job. Why would someone care? He pays, he gets his booze, repeat. But, you at least cared, even though it was something every rational human would do.

Eventually, his daily dose of booze decreased. You witnessed the small changes in him. Going from three bottles to just one, and to finally a few glasses. You witnessed how his usual dark clothes were replaced with a somewhat more colorful attire which brought out his once dull and empty blue eyes.

His slender frame slowly took form, recovering his muscles which were more visible now. His stubble remained, though. It was like a reminder of his own age – and his now different approach in life. Wiser and more careful with his own decisions. Your words didn't completely change him, but they surely helped him to see his life in another light.

Ultimately, a new Leon set foot in your bar. He was beaten up, his navy blue shirt had some blood spots while his dark brown hair was disheveled. He smelled like sweat and gunpowder. “If you ever need a tour guide in San Francisco let me know.” He said with a charming smile as you moved around your area of work. 

“I'll keep that in mind. What can I get you?” You chuckled as you went to retrieve his order. You could already hear him say it.

“Grape juice...” 

“And your number.”

Soft whines pulled you back from your trance as your babygirl grips on Leon's shirt. She wipes her face against the fabric. The little one was starting to get fuzzy since nap time had come. 

“Oh, someone is sleepy.” He coos, bringing her closer to his chest. Leon takes off the little Christmas hat that was on her head. Immediately, the little one brings her hand to her hair. She has picked up the habit to caress her own hair when falling asleep. Before she even gets to cry, Leon rocks her to sleep. His deep voice soothes her, the gentle tunes of a Christmas song was his choice of the day.

“May your days be merry and bright and may all your christmases be white.” Leon wasn’t the best of the singers but he would sing his heart out to his daughter. It was a tradition now since Leon never had someone to sing to him. The baby calmed down at a comical rate, as if she just needed her dad’s embrace to feel safe. She was safe. As long as Leon lives, you and his miracle would have the best life ever.

“I’m almost jealous, she falls asleep so fast with you.” You set down the box, stretching your arms. This is the first box out of so many, you weren’t the biggest spender nor a shopaholic but when you married Leon, some perks came with him. Those perks included having unlimited access to his black card which you use wisely. 

Wisely was an understatement, though. Having several copies of the same gingerbread man who dances every time you press a button wasn’t the wisest decision. But you and your daughter love it so Leon has to shut up. Everything for his family.

In the past, Christmas was a simple but dreadful date. He didn’t understand the point of it. When he was a rookie cop, he at least tried to force some polite smiles and give words of affirmations to his colleagues back at the police academy. He stupidly thought that once he got to work, his life would change. But the universe had other plans for him that night in September. He spent that year’s Christmas wishing to die. The government had taken away his right to end his life. Dying wasn't an option. The girl he saved back in Raccoon City, Sherry, needed him. 

Year after year, he grew resentful, angry and bitter. He expected to spend this holiday alone until his last days of life. Having to grow old and wither away, no one to care, no one who would remember him as a human and not a machine. Not the government’s lap dog.

But somehow, he met you. He was a dick at first, he knew it. Until this day, he never understood how you could choose him.  There was no guarantee he wouldn’t go back to his addiction one day. He vowed to never do it again, and he was sure to keep his promise. However, you could never know the extent of his words. You lived –at least to Leon– uncertain of how long he would be sober. But much to his dismay (or pleasure) you gave a chance to that renewed man, to that agent who had come from a mission in San Francisco that almost got him killed.

He was content with just you. He never asked for more, scared of being too greedy, too wishful. Your presence was enough for him, your smile made all of his problems go away. Your tender words were the medicine for his broken and beaten up heart, every last bit of self hatred went away with you. There was nothing else he wanted.

Until he realized that maybe, he could have the life he had always wanted.

When you announced you were expecting, Leon couldn’t show his happiness at first. He was scared. Hell, he even had to take a deep breath before telling you something. He never had a father, well he had one but his memories are too foggy. He grew up thinking kids were a mistake and that somehow, he was a mistake, too. 

He found himself slipping into the unborn baby's room when you were asleep. Watching how both of you have decorated the space where your little one will be welcomed. His fingers grazed over the white crib, already imagining what his daughter would look like. He likes to think he looks like his own mother, a blurry memory of her blonde hair swaying with the wind. His daughter will have a better life than his. He's going to fight for it.

His eyes would travel over your body. He knew how anatomy worked but watching it before his eyes was so extraordinary. Your little miracle was safely tucked inside of your belly. He has always known you were beautiful but damn – it seems that motherhood suits you a little too well. He was grateful, really grateful. You gave him the opportunity to indulge in the normal and domestic kind of life. 

“She's already asleep.” Your sweet voice called him, bringing him back to the present. While he was reminiscing about the past, the baby had already fallen asleep. Her cheek pressed against his shoulder as she breathed softly. Her tiny fingers still gripping his shirt.

“She's so lazy.” Leon whispered, his voice filled with softness and lighthearted teasing. He gently laid her on the couch, making sure to place some pillows around her in case she moved. A welcomed and soothing silence surrounded your still not decorated room. This was the perfect opportunity to start your Christmas task.

“You know… Now you can help me put up the countless decorations we have in these boxes.” You chuckled as you placed your hand on Leon’s cheek, your thumb grazing against the growing stubble. You loved moments like this where the only thing that lingered in the air was normalcy and harmony, no missions, no worries, just a happy family. 

“I’ll help you if you promise you won’t judge my artistic side.” His lips turned into a sly smirk before he pressed soft kisses against your lips. A sweet yet sincere demonstration of love. He always worries he’s not enough. You play your role as wife and mother, so he ought to be the best husband and father he can be while also balancing his job life. No bioweapon could compare with the fear of losing his own little family because of himself.

Time seems to fly when you’re surrounded with love, Leon lives by that saying. You both decided to put up the tree first since that’s the most arduous task to complete. It takes you almost an hour between placing the ornaments in the correct place and Leon being scolded because he can’t match colors even if his life depended on it. 

“Now big boy, you gotta put the star at the top.” You crossed your arms as Leon placed the last ornament on the tree. It wasn’t the best tree, especially since Leon didn’t give any artistic advice on his side. Some colors looked rather odd combined with others, but Leon thought it was abstract.

Almost inaudible babblings made you turn around and found your baby already awake. She was playing by herself, her hands reaching for the ceiling. You had to admit it – she was sometimes an angel. She easily entertained herself and barely cried. 

You reached for her and walked toward the tree. Now her fingers tried to grab the Christmas ornaments. The colors reflecting on her blue eyes – that she got from Leon. By the way she kept babbling nonsense it almost looked like she was talking.

“Huh? Right I told your mom that too but she didn’t like the idea.” Leon acted like he understood what the little one was saying. And she also engaged in the conversation, two people against your own ideas.

For a few minutes, you focused on your daughter and how amazed she seems to be with everything. In her own world, that tree was the most wonderful thing she had ever seen.

But out of nowhere, both of you looked back at Leon who was sniffing and gently sobbing in front of the tree.

“Sorry, sorry…” He chuckled before wiping away some of the tears that continued falling without stopping. He then waved his hand dismissively, expecting you to drop the subject. Now he had two pairs of eyes intensely looking at him, yours and your baby’s.

After a short while of him trying to keep his tears of joy at bay, he eventually spoke once again.

“Thank you. For… For this.” A gentle smile formed in his face as he opened his arms. You wasted no time to welcome the hug. Now, the three of you were in front of the Christmas tree. The babbling, the sobs, and the soothing music in the background formed a domestic and warm scene. Full of love, emotions, and devotion. His thank you conveyed so much more than just merely words of gratitude. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for believing in me, and thank you for marrying me and thank you for giving me the family I never had. He wanted to say those things, but he remained silent. He knew you would understand the meaning behind his simple thank you.

He would have never expected something like this. He had always thought he was doomed from the start. That his life would be about saving others and never being saved. But he was saved, and he will always be saved.

His daughter’s hands reached for his face, her fingers grabbing his cheeks and nose. Leon obliged, moving his face closer. Nothing out of the ordinary. Until her lips moved on her own.

“Dada!”

He will never shut up now.

[thewiz9062]

Smiling Critters AU No.7: Dogday

NOTE: THIS IS NOT RELATED TO CANON IN THE SLIGHTEST. An accurate description of this au is that I took every playtime.co poster art and promotional material from the game and lit up the rest of canon in a bonfire. This means that EVERY character is part of one big cartoon. That's it. No bigger bodies project, no child souls, no experiments, just a depiction of a cartoon. PLEASE do not ask me to do anything suggestive with anyone.

Here's our final main character, THE main character's introduction, dogday!!

OK, so I'm my general ideas post I specified that dogday is the new kid, but the reason for that is he was tutored for the time being....at an orphanage.

Yeah, no parents in sight here either. Difference being that dodgay has never had parents, he was abandoned week one. Ever since then, he's lived in an orphanage.

However, dogday has always been a 'sunshine child', so to say. Always seeing the good side of situations, as we know. Even though the other kids at the orphanage don't really talk to him, as while he never knew his parents, they lost their parents and their normal life. Dogday can recognize this, and they leave each other alone unless necessary.

Anyways, due to being tutored as well as reasons stated above, he didn't really have any friends. But he kept positive.

Eventually, he managed to convince his caretakers to let him go to an actual school.

OK, here's an oversimplified of how he befriended the other critters:

Craftycorn: gave her the much needed push into her talent of art, planting the first seed of rebellion from her shitty ass parents, set up the after-school meetings

Bubba and kickin: managed to pass their friend filter test, invited them to the after-school meeting

Hoppy: really just appeared after school and said, "yall chill" so she joined

Bobby: Also appeared after school and liked the group, offered to bring snacks and it became routine

Picky: invited via bobby

OK, now we pick up where we left off yesterday: Catnap.

And so, the next time bobby met up with catnap, she brought dogday with. She had to go to take care of her siblings this time around, leaving the two of them. So, dogday tried to start up a conversation, which ended up more like a one-sided ramble. Everybody in the group was very animated, so someone to just sit and talk to and they would just listen was very refreshing. A few meetings later, dogday assured bobby that if she had to do other things, he would be more than happy to accompany catnap. Catnap also seemed to be a little bit more lively. By that I mean instead of the blank stare he'd give Bobby, he listens to dogday with a slightly amused or interested glisten in his eyes. When interacting with Dogday, he never had to be unsubtle with his response. Bobby was very awkward when trying to talk to him, usually waiting for a response, but with dogday, just a simple eyebrow twitch or grunt would be enough to prompt him to continue. Even though catnap had never spoke to him directly, it still felt like a conversation.

One day, during one of their exchanges, dogday accidentally brought up the fact that he lives in an orphanage. Dogday clammed up as he saw Catnap's face widen in mild suprise, and then was confused and surprised when he saw his mouth turn upwards slightly. He got up and gestured for dogday to follow him. They went deeper into the forest and reached catnaps shack house thingy. Dogday asked if this is where he goes to hang out sometimes. Catnap shook his head. He then asked if this was where he lived. A nod. Catnap moved over to a corner of the room and showed dogday a picture of his parents. Dogday asked if they were still around, and catnap shook his head. Catnap then sat down on the floor and used one if his gestures to signicate that he was listening, essentially asking if he wanted to talk about his own. Dogday went on about how the only thing he knows about his parents are that they left him. It turns into a vent once he starts asking himself if he did something wrong, or were they just terrible people, or maybe he just wasn't worth their time. He was already on the verge of crying and was about to say something along the lines of "but it's ok" to try and 'cheer himself up, but was suddenly tackled in a hug from catnap. And for the first time since he met him, he spoke to say that it wasn't OK. That's when the dam broke, and they both sat there hugging while dogday cried.

-

Tears? Wdym I'm a waterbender I'm just displaying my superior abilities to your mortal soul

that one was a doozy

Additional notes:

- before you ask yourself, "Are they shipping them" I genuinely don't know if I want to or not. Sun and moon characters are just kinda like that sometimes and I certainly didn't help it ngl. If you want to see this as a ship post, go ahead, but it's not canon here

- I love the trope where polar opposite characters make each other see the other side of things in a similar situation so yk I had to rid them both of familial love :D

- I never specified, but catnap did not go to school. Like at all. He does, however, know how to read, write, speak, and do basic math. You ask him what 12 x 94, and he'd give you the answer, but if you ask what's the powerhouse of the cell is, he'd give you a "wtaf r u talking abt" look. (Poor soul doesn't even know people added the alphabet to math......actually he's lucky ngl)

Anyways I'm gonna give an aftermath post that includes the end of the school year, then introduce side characters, THEN I can finally get into actual content. Sorry my schedule and motivation varies alot so I apologize for inconsistencies. Byeeee

[a-certain-romance]

Won’t you stay for a little longer? Pt2

Characters/Ships: Milf!Arlecchino x Fem!reader

Synopsis: Following your artistic passions has left you scrambling for money. So, you decide to take up babysitting as a side gig. You were supposed to leave once you get your pay, but won’t you indulge them for a little longer?

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, dominance, some dirty talk, age difference (reader24/character34), power imbalance

Link to Pt1

A/N: The first attempt at posting this wasn’t in the tags so here we go again

Work in the Fatui is known to be extremely dangerous and sometimes requires travel to other nations. While these trips are far and few, Arlecchino doesn’t have many to call upon for child care. Taking her two children with her is too big of a risk, yet leaving them in the hands of her even her most trusted subordinates leaves her just as uneasy.

It took weeks of background checks, private interviews and one-on-one meetings before she actually let you babysit. She wasn’t about to hand her kids over to a potential threat, yet the three of you seemed to get along quite well on your first meeting.

Her kids are very skilled when it comes to combat and other physical activities. You also find that they have a strong sense of ambition to become as “cool” as their mother. You help them practice stances and basic hand-to-hand combat (safely) while she’s away and you in turn have a lot more references for anatomy practice. When Arlecchino gets back from her trips, the kids excitedly show her how much they’ve improved since she’s last saw them. Once they’ve settled and dispersed, you pull Arlecchino away for a moment alone and handed her some of the drawings you’ve made. “You‘ve captured them beautifully” she mused. Letting her eyes travel off the papers and instead to you, “I’d like to commission you for a portrait. Tonight, if you have the time, how does 500,000 mora sound?”.

You came back later that night with minimal supplies. Wanting the finished piece to be perfect, you were only there for a fought sketch of what she wanted. When you knocked on the door to her estate you weren’t expecting her to be in a crimson robe, and upon further investigation only a robe. She’s attractive as hell but isn’t she cold? you think as she walks you to her chambers. She explains how the only portraits of her that exist only showed the hardened side of her, seeing that you have a prowess for art she entrusts you to paint something more…intimate. You try your best to listen attentively and keep your eyes at eye-level. “Thank you for agreeing to a simple outline for now, seeing as its late you can make the official one at a later date”

Time flies as you try to draw all her glory, only for her to say: “Do it again. Your shading is lacking, perhaps you need a more hands-on approach?”. That wouldn’t be the last night you slept with her.

Arlecchino is one of the most powerful harbingers in the Fatui and she makes sure you remember that in bed. You’re never on top, and even if you’re servicing her the tight grip in your hair reminds you that you’re below her. Her show of dominance never fails to make you shudder, one “get on your knees” and you’re putty in her hands as you sink to the floor. But despite the rough hours, Arlecchino gives you such great aftercare, drawing warm baths and massaging you once she’s satisfied.

During the times Arlecchino is in Snezhnaya, you take your work to the orphanage. While the purpose of running the orphanage is to prepare kids for a life in the Fatui, Arlecchino sees no reason why there shouldn’t be more color in their lives. Arlecchino pays you for the weekly “craft nights” you host at The House of the Hearth and every time you stop by she feels her icy exterior thaw more and more. Seeing the way you assist her kids and the ones here makes her wonder if you’d ever want to play a more permanent role in her and her kid’s lives. Maybe if she makes you scream a bit more she’ll have her answer.

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

hey, may i please request domestic headcanons with zora, luck and yuno?

Hiya~! ^^

Of course! It's been a while since I've gotten anything domestic. Hope you like this!

Pairing: Zora x gn!reader, Luck x gn!reader, Yuno x gn!reader Fanfic type: Headcanons Length: ~0.75k Genre: general/fluff

Zora

Zora is very good with housework. Which surprised you in the beginning, because he certainly didn’t look the part. But it turned out that he was more than familiar with doing things around the house.

The first time you had asked him to do laundry, you expected him to mutter something, or maybe even ask how does one do it, but he just uttered a “sure” and did as he was asked to do.

Late it turned out that he had had to learn how to do housework ever since a young age, which explained why he was so knowledgeable. And it was then that you realized that a lot of little things just ‘mysteriously’ had got done, without you doing them or asking someone to do them. Which meant that Zora had done them in passing.

It was a habit he had, doing things as they appeared and he got around to them, without a word. He never made them seem like chores in the sense that it would have been taxing to do them.

Little did you know, he found it .. nice, to be able to do chores, now that he had someone in his life. The idea of coming home to a neat house, was lovely. And he was damn sure that he was going to do his part in assuring that it’s take place; that the house was clean, the laundry and dishes were done.

He was also an excellent cook. But not in the sense that the food would have tried to be more than it was, just good, simple home cooking. Heart-warming food.

Yes, he was an excellent spouse, who had no issue taking care of the house.

Luck

Luck isn’t well versed with housework. He does know how to do the basic chores and how to clean, because he had to participate at the orphanage, but he’s not big on it. In fact, when he was still young, he broke more while cleaning than clean, which is why he was excused more often than not.

But after joining the Bulls, and being a part of the squad in making the Hideout into a home, he begun taking more responsibility with domestic chores. Which didn’t mean that he still liked them, but he did do his part.

However, he never fusses about chores. Yes, they are something that need to be done, but if you’re having a bad day, or he can just get a feel that doing housework is very taxing on that day, he’d do something fun with you instead. The dishes can wait. The dust can be swept on the next day.

And he will take care of his share too. He might not, still, be the best at housework, but he can cook simple food, he can dust and do laundry. He is able to do all the things that is required, but making life enjoyable is more important to him.

His goal is to make you laugh, and keep you happy. And sometimes he does bring you flowers after a cleaning day just to cheer you up.

You are the most important thing in his life.

Yuno

Yuno is able to handle all chores due to growing up in the orphanage, and he is very organized and meticulous about it, usually preferring to stick to a predetermined cleaning days in order to handle the chores.

Though in the Golden Dawn, he didn’t need to partake in them anymore. But in an odd way he misses it, even if only a little bit, because it was a part of his childhood. All of the kids, Sister Lily and Father Orsi just worked together to get the church cleaned. At the time it wasn’t particularly fun, but it grew to be a treasured memory nonetheless.

Especially since as Spade Royalty, chores aren’t exactly in his future either.

But he does stay very organized throughout his life, and at times you can catch him dusting something with his magic, even if he wouldn’t need to. It’s just a little quirk of his.

Once he surprises you at a trip to the country side, where he has rented a small cottage for the two of you, and he cooks for you. Just because he can. And it’s like you two were living quiet, simple life, even if for only that trip.

He finds joy from little things, along with being able to chase his dreams; which include a life with you.

[legacyshenanigans]

You've put a few times about Rowan outliving the Gaunts etc, but out of curiosity what would Marvolo/Ominis leave for him in their wills?

💜💜💜

(I'm writing this bit after writing everything I wrote below 🤣 I was gonna keep it simple, then ended up just creating a whole HC thing)

Basing it off my post that I did the other day where Marvolo was the last Gaunt to die, Rowan was pretty much left everything because he was the only person Marvolo really trusted.

However it was a lot for Rowan to take in, and he didn't really want the kind of life he was left with, and it hurt too much.

Rowan sold the Gaunt estate and even sold the Den to one of its high-end investors, a Dark Wizard who enjoyed the nightlife and activities of the Den. Rowan ended up with a bunch of money that he had no idea what to do with.

He ended up buying some land in the middle of nowhere surrounded by woods and ended up building himself a modest little home. The only things he kept from Gaunt Manor were some little keepsakes that reminded him of Marvolo and Ominis, which he treasures.

He still had a large chunk of money left but didn't really need it as everything he needed to live nature and the woods could provide. He actually ended up giving a bunch of it to an orphanage, having relate to the children there who had lost their parents in one way or another as he once did. He also gave a bunch to St.Mungos as they were amazing with Ominis when he'd gotten really ill and needed medical and end of life care.

Rowan then lived in his little home, and for the most part was content, but it did take him a long time to move on from the only folk he'd cared about since his pack when he was a kid. Losing them all through the years was like a knife to the heart for Rowan. But of course, deep down, he always knew this would happen with him being what he was. Rowan was now in his 90's but still looked and acted as he does/did back then. He never changed, but everyone around him does, and it always hurts, so he pretty much decided to go back to his lone wolf lifestyle, because the pain of getting close to people and having them grow old and die just became too much for him.

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[pancake-breakfast]

The problem with being on Volume 9 is that means we're on the last buffer before Volume 10, and I am Not Ready. None of us are.

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 9, Chapters 1-2 below.

TriMax Volume 9 Covers

Ugh, we just have to start with a Vashwood cover, don't we? I have too many Vashwood feels right now. I can't handle this.

Ah, the return of the blow-up doll. Is... is she jealous of whatever the hell is going on with Vash and Wolfwood here? (Honestly, I have no idea what's going on with them here, and I wouldn't be surprised if Nightow doesn't know, either.)

Back cover Liviooooooo.... Oh, shit, he's not wearing his skull there.

Ahahahahahaha, that's a no-face reference on the back there. Looks like he's got some dolls of his own. I... I don't know what to think about that. I'm just not going to lest it make my brain hurt.

What kind of chapter/volume name is "LR"??

Someone take down the Kuroneko-sama. I'm pretty sure she's dry.

Chapter 1: Home

In Stampede, "Home" was a reference to the place where Luida and them live. Here, it seems to refer to the orphanage.

Baby Livio! Baby Nico!!!

Wolfwood, feeding the forlorn. Of course.

Ah, I see he's been reunited with Angelina II. Get yourself reunited with Vash, you idiot.

Aaaand he's going against the caravan for some reason.

LOL, he is DETERMINED to get through going the wrong way. And quickly. This feels like a bit of overkill for a simple gate.

Heh, even as a child, he still has so many Wolfwood mannerisms.

Oh, shit. He's going back for Livio, isn't he?

He really loved his life at the orphanage....

Goshdarn puppies getting in stupid places.

Yeah! Go, baby Livio! Do good things!

Oh, Livio, honey.... If you thought you getting dumped here was because you didn't do something--whatever that might be--to make yourself lovable, you are dead wrong. I don't have to know any more about where you came from to know that.

Baby Wolfwood is such a big brother to everyone here.

Something wrong with his eyes...? Is that...?

Did he ("he") kill the puppy because it put someone else in danger?

Hahahahaha, no secrets between siblings. And an orphanage has a LOT of siblings.

Oh, no. Poor baby Livio. He's just... got a lot going on, I'm sure. But it might be easier with friends.

Hey, is this round guy the kid Wolfwood used to walk to the bathroom?

Hahahaha, yeah, it's him. He doesn't recognize his big bro, of course. Wolfwood's been through a lot.

Twelve, huh? Why's it always gotta be twelve? Something something religious imagery, I know.

Ohhhh, nooooo. Livio, this isn't where you should be....

He's helped set a trap for Wolfwood? My dude, no.

Also, goshdarn, why's he gotta be good-looking?? There are some grumbling about his looks in Stampede, but both versions of him are freaking dorito chips with long hair and goth aesthetic, so I'm not complaining.

Yeah, Wolfwood definitely sucks at cutting ties to people he cares about. I'm not sure if Knives really succeeded or really fucked up by ordering him to escort Vash, 'cause there was no way in hell Wolfwood wasn't gonna get attached to Vash.

Wait, did Livio do something to get on the Eye of Michael's bad side? Also, just how big is their cult? I thought a good chunk of it got wiped out a few volumes ago by that horn-headed guy and the weird CLAMP bishounen. Also also, wasn't Chapel bragging to Wolfwood about how Livio was basically like a better version of him... but Livio got kicked out??? Questions.

Dude, is this little Cactus kid gonna try and take on Eye of Michael by himself?? Dang, no wonder they recruit from this orphanage. These kids got guts.

Side note, I love how Wolfwood's chillin' here, loading up his gun, but also his whole demeanor is like he's just one of the kids.

Oh, I guess these guys aren't true EoM. They're... like... mercenaries or some such.

"Once this ark scare is over...." HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA hoo boy, who's gonna tell him?

Welp, this guy is trash. He needs a name. I'm gonna call him... Cable-Face.

Seriously?? He wants interesting reactions from the child he's tormenting and likely to kill?? This guy needs new hobbies.

As someone who worked in dentistry, I like the implication that nearly every one of Cable-Face's teeth are fake. AND he still managed to chip TWO. This kid's life might be worthless, but so is your dental hygiene, Cable-Face.

AAAAAAHHHHHH LIVIO TO THE RESCUE!!!! GIT 'IM MY BADASS BOI!!!

Oh, I guess Cable-Face was very cyborg. Whatever, he may not have needed to be if he had taken better care of himself. And Livio's right; he was pretty annoying.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go simp for Livio for a bit.

*This space reserved for Livio simping*

(Crap, I just put two and two together and I think I know what "LR" stands for now. MOVING ON!!!)

Chapter 2: Tempest

Aw, man. Them kids are putting two and two together about their good friend Wolfwood. Let us all shed a tear for Wolfwood's lost youth.

Welp, that's two "alarms" down.

G'night, Burnsie! All y'all are in for a baaaaad day for pissin' off my guy Wolfwood.

OMG he didn't kill Burnsie. And he's trying to negotiate these guys out of dying, too. He's literally fighting for the thing that matters most to him, and he's trying to do it Vash's way.

Great camaraderie amongst these mercs, I see. /s

Ultimate tiger family?? Ugh, sure, yeah, whatever, man.

HAHAHAHAHA, Wolfwood with the backwards shooting. Get wrecked, tiger man.

Badass Wolfwood poses.

"Keep your eyes on him!" *friend gets smacked in the face* LOL

Badass. Wolfwood. Poses.

DAMMIT, I just remembered *redacted redacted redacted* Ugh, they really gotta do this, don't they???

Wolfwood and his kid self....

@sweetpotoooooooos noted Kid Wolfwood training with Eye of Michael looks like Megumi from JJK is cosplaying as Lara Croft and now I can't unsee it. (I think Megumi is angrier, though, and has a LOT more chill.)

Getting worse? How?? Because he doubts his right to take another's life??? Screw you, Old Man. Like, seriously. You talk like what he's doing now takes less courage and less calculation and less skill, and that's absolute bullshit.

LOL, Chapel is SO MAD! Good, be mad and dumb. Also, he's really rocking that dramatic cult leader garb today.

*COUGH* Sorry, I had to many words and they got stuck.

UGH, I dun want them to fight! They should be brothers!!

Duuuuuuude, something something Stampede! I can feel the influence here. Also, I'm not ready for this.

LOL, Chekov's rocket. Wolfwood sure has fun with these things.

Looks like everyone's in a lot of pain... but they're alive. And also...

Epic

Wolfwood

Poses

May the humiliation all these mercs faced here today inspire them to rethink their lives. Maybe make a change in their career paths.

Heh. He knows Livio is here, and he's calling him for help.

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! LIVIO RESPONDED!!!!

Ok, I need to focus on this pose for just a moment. Because this is first time I've seen anything... anything resembling actual will and determination in Livio's face. And it's just for a second, a single panel, before we pull out too much to get a clear read on him again. All the rest of the time, his face is either hidden in shadows or he just looks resigned, depressed, and/or detached. But this panel? There's life in his face here.

Haaaahahahaha, their greeting to each other is such... brothers. Sibling energy. I submit that they are both dumbasses.

One step closer....

Archive

Trigun Vol. 1: Covers + 1-3, 4, 5-6, 7-8, 9-10 || Vol. 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Vol. 1: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Vol. 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Vol. 4: Covers + 1-2, 3-5, 6-7 || Vol. 5: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 6: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 7: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 8: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5 + Bonus

Extra Credit: Trigun Vol. 1: Nebraska vs. Vash's Motivations, Vash's Loneliness, Vash's Depression (pt 2 of post), Soupy Brains || Vol. 2: Coin Factoids || TriMax Vol. 1: Lina, Vash, and a Haircut || Meryl, Vash, and the Pursuit of Happiness || Vol. 5: Knives, Vash, and Hatred for Humanity || Vol. 6: Coping Series: Wolfwood, Meryl, Vash || Vol. 8: The Uncoordinated Counterattack

[jackiequick]

A Lost Boy With An Unfinished Story — Marvel OC

— Kendall G. Brown

Small warning: Mentions about abandonment & living alone, verbal abuse, street life, feeling alone and trying to pick themselves up

Full Name: Kendall Ryan G. Brown Rogers

Nicknames: Ken, Kenny, Kendork, Lost Boy, Hockey head, The Unfortunate, Orphan and etc.

Age: 8-20

Birthday: August 4th

Status: Single

Power: None. But he’s skilled in boxing and great with a weapon like his batons

His biological parents were kind people, a baker and a race car giver. His race car loving father died by a attention seeking accident during a race. His mother grew sick but stayed strong and loving towards him. Always telling him to be brave and kind towards others.

Later on at the age of 8 after his mother died in her sleep, he was tossed in the foster system without a single say. To him and everyone there in that area he was a simple orphan, a unfortunate soul.

Kendall felt abandoned and lost, having to fight and prove himself in that place just to be taken care of. Growing a bit cold and slowly became rougher around the edges. That hurts that most if he get a family until the parents had their own kid, so they sent him back.

And the other kids in the foster home weren’t the nicest either. Always bullying him and just treating him unfairly. However some had worst paths than he had and others were fresh out of the gate being tossed in there. Still it hurts!

———-

Kendall had his moments at Foster houses were he was treated nicely, the adults would treat him with kindness and respect. Being brought to schools, picking up on sports like playing baseball or soccer with the foster parents and get dinners. Sometimes he had to move from one state to another where he would live there for a few months to a year then sent back.

He remembers always trying to break up a fight to be heard at the age of 10. He doesn’t like bullies that much, so he always tried to break up a fight or two when possible. See if they can settle down.

—> Once he was staying a foster with two younger kids, they were watching cartoons when the father came home rather late. Everything seemed fine. Until he went to the bathroom, hearing muffled tears and shouting from the hallway. The two adults for arguing about a topic in the kitchen, clear stupidity from both parents, it was getting louder and more annoying by the minute.

Kendall remembers he ran in yelling, “Hey! She saved your hand from being cut with the knife, you should thank you..”

The foster father, Shawn, looked down at the kid, “Stay out of this, kid! It’s not your place to be here. The adults are talking.”

“But she was just doing the right thing and your y-yelling at her!”

“Go on! Get out of here!”

Marian, his wife, looked at the boy looking pissed off as well and said, “Kendall leave! He doesn’t care, rather have his finger cut off.”

“WOMEN I SWEAR TO GOD!”

“Well it’s true! You do this every single time, your pissed off about the simple thing.”

“I was fine! I knew what i was doing.”

“Yeah right! Kendall you shouldn’t have gotten into this mess..dumb kid.”

Kendall frowned, “I was just trying to stop the fight…”

The boy walked away, making sure to check on Wendy and Max beforehand, then went to take a shower. To say, he got a mouthful in the morning was a understatement, he was told to his face by Shawn that if he try that shit again he’s sleeping somewhere else. Even saying that the only reason this he was there was cause he was the only kid in the orphanage that looked good to take home, since he seemed nice. But Shawn said, “I guess i was wrong..”

He was dropped back into the system once again, in and out of households. Nothing actual stable for him. Other kids would keep up the bullying and Kendall kept up the act of staying strong. Wanting to live by his mother’s words, always be brave and try to have a kid heart.

It kept him going, keeping his head up. Hoping that he would end up somewhere better. He’s been hit, punched in the face, tossed to the side like crap, annoyed to the brim until he wanted to cry but didn’t. It was a sign of weakness from what he heard.

He has seen kids taken home and lived happily ever after. But not him. And of course you know, everyone wants a kid nice to take home until they reach the certain age of 14 or higher.

So in result Kendall grew up on the run during his teen years, bouncing in and out of foster homes and trying to live a normal lifetime if possible. He went to schools, joined sports center to play hockey and basketball, sneak into gyms for boxing to help with his growing anger and etc.

———

—-> He remembers when he just on the edge of 15, sneaking away from the housing unit he played in to go to the store. Hoping to grab some snacks, thankfully he had some money to get Pop Tarts, water bottles and a bag of chips.

While he was in the Pop Tarts aisle, he spotted a boy with raven hair, his eyes were brown as dark chocolate and wearing some baggy hoodie underneath a jean jacket. They locked eyes, as he stayed with a gentle smirk as he walked away.

Kendall rolled his eyes, grabbing the box of Pop Tarts realizing they raised the prices from the last store he’s been to. But he wanted the sweet treat, so he stuffed it into his jacket walking away until a security guard stopped him.

But before he can say anything, the kids from eariler showed up with a cart smiling, “Hey dude! I’ve been looking all over for you.” The raven hair kid gave him a signal to just go with it.

Kendall handed him with the box smiling, “Sorry i got lost looking at the cereals.”

The security guard questioned, “You two boys are on your own?”

The raven hair one spoke, “My dad’s waiting outside, told us to grab a few things while on a phone call.”

“Okay. Pay for those.”

The guard walked away. Kendall thanked him as the boy rolled his eyes chuckling, “The whole stuff thing never works.”

“I don’t tend to steal.” He replied whispering with a shrug.

The two talked a bit, keeping up the cover until they walked outside. Kendall brought most of the stuff he wanted, expected for the Pop Tarts, trading it for a bag of gummy worms instead. Less pricey in his opinion. The raven hair kid looked over his shoulder and told him to run across the street hiding from the cars.

Once they found themselves in a alley, they panted and huffed loudly knowing they were in the clear.

The blonde let out a light chuckled, “I’m Ken, by the way.”

“Ken? Like the toy?” He joked chuckling.

“Yeah, sure, let’s go with that.”

“I’m Maxwell or Diego depending on who you ask. Thanks for the help.”

“No problem.”

Both boys walked until they found a empty place underneath a bridge. Sitting down Kendall handed him the extra bag of chips he brought earlier and asked, “How long?”

“How long, what?” Diego asked opening the bag of Doritos.

“How long have you at this?”

“A year i guess? You?”

“Less than five.”

“Less than five?! And how did you-? You acted like a rookie back there?”

“Like I said I try not to steal and always have money in my pocket i got from foster parents.”

“Huh? Resourceful. I respect it. You’re not a half bad for a rookie.”

“Thanks? Just trying to make small talk, i get it.”

“Just take a stupid compliment!”

“Uh..um, not my style, sorry.”

“It’s cool.”

The two boys kept meeting up on and off again for a few short weeks, sneaking out to have a quick bite or something. It’s going good, it felt nice having a friend that wasn’t just a teammate during class.

Both kids even had a small hang out space they would go to. It was small old fashioned spring break house, that wasn’t being used since it was Summertime. Kendall felt that he could be a bit open with him, and just hang out with the kid. It was nice until one late night, they were caught red handed.

The two were hanging out together at the house when a car showed up, with the man breaking into the house holding a flashlight. He looked pissed, Kendall didn’t reconcile him at all as he went running around searching a place out.

He found a window that was open, ready to pull Diego out with him until he heard a voice. The man spoken with such a worried and painfully pissed off tone, it made Kendall shiver at the sight.

“Maxwell Diego? God! Son, come on let’s go!” Said the man, holding up the flashlight.

Diego looked between the man and the blonde who looked shocked, letting go of his arms.

“Diego who is he?” Kendall asked, pointing at the man already getting his jacket, knowing the answer to the question. He has a family.

The man spoke up, “I’m his father! Who the hell are you kid?”

“He’s my friend, dad!” Diego yelled out, facing both of them, “I’m sorry dude..”

“No! Don’t worry, we weren’t friends..you have a family? You lied to my face.” Kendall yelled back, feeling betrayed.

“I didn’t mean to! I wanted to stay with you and we are friends, Ken. I don’t want to go home—Dad can he come with us?”

His father looked at the blonde in annoyance and dishonesty, a hint of discomfort on his face. The man simply said, “No. I don’t want a street rat hanging out with my son. He’s probably a criminal.”

“He’s not dad!” Diego tried to protest, but his father wasn’t having it dragged both kids out of the house and calling the cops

Kendall left with betrayal in his heart, stuffed into a cop car and bought back into the system.

————

Over the years, Kendall felt himself growing a bit colder and finding it hard to imagine a good life for himself with a family. Actual friends, because after Diego he kept trying to friends but they never stayed. Drifting away like a leaf in the fall.

At 16, he found himself in a home. A decently nice family that took him with their 3 kids, with him being one of the oldest of the bunch. It was a good situation to say the least, having extra time for school and practice during sports he liked.

He met a girl or two. A good one thing, she became his girlfriend for a while, Lily Diaz.

But Lily’s parents disapprove of the boy after finding out about him, calling him a street rat and orphan. A Lost Boy With An Unfinished Story.

In their eyes, their daughter was dating a unwanted criminal, going as far as to tell it to Kendall’s foster parents when they met.

Lily’s father outright said, “No disrespect but, you brought a criminal into your home. Endangered your children, my daughter shouldn’t be such a boy like him.”

“Our children?” Said his foster mother, Rachel with a questioning tone looking at her child for a moment.

“Yeah. He’s a unwanted child, who know what he has done beforehand! Probably stole from stores, gets into fights behind your back and sells your children stuff online.”

“Sir! I invited you into our home with a kindness and respect. And you have the audacity to speak that way about our children?”

“He’s not your child! He was someone else’s before he was brought into your home. I’m sorry but your son won’t be dating my daughter anymore.”

And they were gone. Not without Lily giving Kendall a small kiss on the cheek, apologizing to the foster parents for her father’s behavior.

————————

It wasn’t supposed to be like that. He was hoping that night would go well but it didn’t. Kendall blamed himself, he always did no matter what happened. Rachel and her husband, David, tried to reassure him that he’s a good kid.

But Kendall couldn’t ever let that guilt trip go, knowing he would be let go at some point.

Lily’s father wasn’t ALL wrong, he did get into fights school every once in a while behind his parents backs. It was mainly fights in the hallways, in parks and the occasional defending a young kid in class from being picked on.

Sometimes dressing up in all black like a noir character in a film.

Challenging up the bullies in the park and returning what doesn’t belong to them or taking it for himself, ending up with a bruise or black eye forming sooner than later.

His foster father jokingly coined, “You sound like a mini young Avenger, kid. Always trying to do the right thing.”

He half smiled sheepishly, he knew of The Avengers from hearing about everything they did during 2012. He heard teens his age, talking about Hulk, Iron Man, Captain America and the rest of them. Some even mentioning SHIELD agents being always on the lookout for people of different kinds of paths.

Kendall didn’t think he deserves to be careful with his actions, the guilt eating him slowly and the boring things he was left to do. He knew the time would come for him to be thrown back into a household or whatever, so he decided to leave. He wasn’t ready for that heartache again, not just yet.

—-

At almost 17, he was still forced to stayed within the first system. He didn’t care about it this time, just staying there just for he didn’t have to get in trouble with the police.

Be kind. Be brave. Those words stayed consistently on his mind, keeping up the act of a kid, honest kid with a shining grin and good moral. Because he believes he is one, but that guilt and temper always making him feel wrong about it.

He would help out the others kids and teens at the house at some point. Being honest with them, reading stories, renting out films for them if possible and stay up late to make sure they slept fine. Some called him Chat Noir, Captain, Peter Pan since he was the a big kid at times and so much more nicknames.

He watched a lot of those kids be giving a lovely home and smiled at them, hoping it goes well. But other times there were kids who didn’t end up that way. Like this one teenager Katherine who he found crying one night in bed stressed and tired, as he hugged her.

She was telling him how she believed that she will never be loved, be able to make mistakes like other girls her age and basically have her own life. Kendall has known Katherine since she was 16 and she’s will be 18 in two years. Just a little older than him. He tried cheering her up.

“It's not exactly what you might think it is..” She replied, chuckling softly once her tears stopped.

He sighed, “It never is. People are going to tell you who you are your whole life. You just gotta punch back and say, "No, this is who I am." You want people to look at you differently? Make them. You want to change things you are going to have to go out there and change them yourself because there are no Fairy Godmothers in this world…”

“Ouch..Ken, those are kinda harsh words..”

“I know. And it’s different between us, because your girl and I’m a boy. But i feel like it’s true..but you will always be loved, Kat.”

“By who..?”

“Me. Your my friend and i love you for too much to see you cry.”

She hugged him tightly mumbling a few words as he hugged her back, staying in that bedroom all night with her. Making a promise to himself to keep in contact with her even if they’re miles away, a weekly text messages or even a month email.

——

Eventually she moved on, leaving for some kind of community college life. It made him smile, seeing her happy from all the pictures and messages she sent him. Meanwhile he was 17 years old, finally decided he was going towards a job and lifestyle outside of the four walls of that building. Taking a small job working after hours at the school and picking up teammates equipment at the skating rink. He found it good.

One afternoon he heading to a black and white dressed party at school, he wearing all black suit with a matching mask as he found a few Juniors running around the corner chasing, a kid down the block as he stumbled back onto the street, being trampled.

“HEY!” He yelled groaning loudly and then muttered, “It not my business…it’s not my business..”

Kendall kept on with his night at the party, enjoying himself the best he could, until the same Juniors from outside rushing yards from the gymnasium to the back of the school, near a few buildings. Seeing a Sophomore racing outwards just as fast, looking like he also in the wrong holding a backpack.

He let it out, knowing it wasn’t his business and deciding to not leave the date who he dancing with, knowing it will end up being right either way. He hoped.

However, inside that Sophomore’s back was stole SHIELD scrap metal he was repurposing it into items such as phone cases or wrist watches and selling them behind school grounds. Before they knew the dance was shut down, as students ran. School staff, officers and plenty of others to hold everyone off to be questioned.

He groaned, not wanting to be apart of this even though he saw what might’ve happened. But he really didn’t want to be interrogated or anything for that matter, so he kept quiet hoping he would go unnoticed. 

But little did he know that same night, after returning back to the car he borrowed to possibly head ‘home’, he would be found by caught holding up water bottle in hand dropping it at the sight of car lights hovering behind him…

“Officer, i was just heading out…” He mumbled to himself, fumbling for his car keys he from the removed the door.

“You know when we meant to question the students, we meant everyone, kid..” Said the voice of a man, that made his body shiver.

It didn’t sound like a cop. Kendall looked over his shoulder to see the chest plate.

It was SHIELD…

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[viilpstick]

╰┈➤ 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠: I sense there's something in the wind, that feels like tragedy's at hand and though she'd like to stand by her father's side and be an obedient daughter, she couldn't help to believe the worst was coming. And when it did, it's all going to be twisted upside down.

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: Monique D'automne, Twisted Wonderland oc

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Mentions of kidnapping, phobia of being alone, angst at the first part, a bit of oc x cannon

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: Angst to hopeful end (on the background), some fluff and angst (kinda mixed up) on the more info.

𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅: She knows being disobedient will get her to the wrong path... But, what if she needs to be disobedient to learn the truth? Try as she may, it curiosity doesn't last.

Monique in her life she was raised to NOT be adventurous, to NOT be curious. She has to be patient, that’s all. Her father said the reason was simple, he raised her. Why she would be so ungrateful at the point of leaving him? An old man to die alone. She never met her mom, so, she figured out her life would be forever this, no one to tell her father was controlling her, neither how in 17 years old you already can start (try, at least) to life your life away from your parents.

And, being "disobedient", was actually what led her to the truth. It was when, her father and her got into a fight, for her going into his stuff. Where she discovers something quite outrageous, she wasn’t his daughter. At the point, where, dear Monique, take her things and leave, she ran while he was sleeping. She goes to a police station, trying to find someone to help, she was said to be “D’automne’s daughter” who was lost for 15 years. It takes weeks for her life start going back together, she still under the custody of police to protect her, to find her ‘father’ and her real parents. It was her first birthday, alone, no parents, no family, none just herself.

Her hopes awhile she stood on an orphanage, waiting for the cops find her parents was the small shinning star on the dark blue sky. Reading so much fairy tails as a kid and the small hope inside her, made her actually pray for that star, she whispers her words.

"I want to find my parents, please."

Laying her head in the pillow, she takes a deep breath falling into the deep sleep, if the small light of the star shinning in her eyes.

When she wakes up, she wasn’t to be expecting alive neither awake up on a coffin.

𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐. 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆: Now, she has a chance to live her life, she's adventurous more than ever! But... She doesn't want to be fully alone. Where will her actions lead herself then?

She’s inspired by Sally Skellighton from The nightmare before Christmas (A/n: I really love this movie, at the point is been a years hyper-fixation, don’t mistake this by thinking I support Tim Burton’s words)

Monique means “unique” or “alone” (from ancient Greek “alone/unique” or monk/hermit) and “advisor” (from Latin “monere” = to advise/to warn)

D’automne, her surname means “from autumn” in french

Although, she has a “terrible sense of fashion”, she’s actually the best designer, knitting and stitching person. She learned how to take care of her own clothes at the point she started to do some designs, she never executed them since her father thinks it’s a waste of time.

She always been fascinated by winter and autumn, it is her two favorite seasons.

She can be a bit shy and sensible, but don’t worry, her shell is hard. She is not someone to cry easy, and although she does laments to herself a-lot, she’s actually someone (specially now, after years of being almost locked out in a life) adventurous and curious, who likes experimenting new feelings and things around her. As longs she’s not alone, she will appreciate people showing her surroundings.

Very anxious person, specially for being told all of her life to be patient.

Although, Monique is unique in her own way, she has difficulties of standing out, she tries to be more of a ordinary type of girl, yet, she seems to “fail” in the task.

She’s a herbology girl, knows everything about medical herbs, plants, you name it. Riddle constantly invites her for a cup of tea only to see what type of tea she will indicate for them.

In fact, she’s “Mademoiselle Trickster”, Monique is quite good at hiding or leaving a place unnoticed. Growing up with Mr. Wriedt (her kidnapper), was very strictly. She knows all the ways to lie.

She hates being alone, so, at the best she has Grim on her side, is not she’s not independent enough for that, but for constantly getting punishment and getting locked out in her room by Mr. Wriedt, she grew to be afraid of being too long alone in a room

(A/n: A bit of Rapunzel vibes)

𝑽𝒊𝒍 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒕: She always wanted a Prince Charming, but the idea of having an enchanted king, never crossed her mind, for he may be the one.

If I am going to compare this couple with any other fictional couple, it would definitely be Howl and Sophie from the Moving Castle. Monique doesn’t think she’s the best looking, like, not at all. It was always her for her to stand out in the crowd, so, she decided to stand out by her designes. And that’s what called Vil’s attention, seeing someone so peculiar, yet, so blurred out by the others who are just ordinary, truly, it was fascinating, and mesmerizing. Monique didn’t understand what Vil saw in her to want to be around her, specially because of their first interaction that went a little like…

Vil: Unmatching sock? What are you? A rotten potato?

Monique: A good designers have bad fashionable sense when it comes to their own selves.

Vil: Pff, what a joke. You? A good designer? Don't make me laugh.

Monique: *Shows notebook with bunch of clothes designs she was doing*

Vil: Well, I guess… I was wrong about you, darling… Maybe you just have your own

Monique: *Panics*

And that was their start. After the Vil’s overblot fight he says that he had the urge of wanting to be the best, the most perfect, the fairest of them all. And if he wasn’t any of that what was the point of being there? She snapped. She waits for him to be alone, looks at him, not sad, not angry, but… Surprised. Monique had enough. If Vil, someone who is or tries to be the best at all things, and never fails, think he is bad, what does HE thinks of her? (Like Sophie and Howl, liked I said)

Monique is a bit of overthinker and if someone she likes, doesn’t believe in her potential, what it’s worth of it? She never once had someone saying she was pretty or beautiful! She never stands out, she is the shadow of everyone. So, if he didn’t saw himself. Him. With potential, what was she?

Vil apologizes to Monique, in his own way, no words. At least she understood his actions of pleading forgiveness from her.

They still have their ups and downs, but, people already catch on that this is not simply just a “platonic-friends” relationship.

Monique: In my “what will happen in this year”, having a Howl and Sophie type of romance wasn’t in the predictions.

Vil: Don’t act as if you don’t love it. *Replying purple lipstick*

Monique: Never said I didn’t. *face covered in lipstick of the same shade*

*Rook and Epel watching the scene in shock, not sure anymore if they are dating or not.*

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[zekeen]

This is your free pass to talk about your tav! A introduction to them and their story 🔖

Thank you anon for asking! 😛💖

I wrote way more than I intended to 😂

He used to live in the lower city of Baldur's Gate and got by mostly by doing a few scams here and there. He also got paid for his magical services for simple tasks, that the guild needed done. He was always a loner. And he seeked for a better life.

Name: Kataigyda Vahlmi - storm sorcerer

Born from a tiefling mother and half drow father, he didn't know his parents very long, his mother got sick and died and his father tried to take care of him but was poor and not very good at it, so he gave up and gave him away to an orphanage. His father also died some time later. He's trans☝️

Growing up as a lone kid, he had to figure out his magical powers on his own and takes great pride in his capabilities and is quite pretentious about it.

At first glance, he's a nice person and charismatic (22😝) but has a hard time not seeing people he doesn't know as anything more than a means to an end and always expect people to have ulterior motives. Easily manipulates people to do or believe what he wants. Not particularly/overtly cruel but can be if necessary. Will not choose his course of action based on if it's a good or bad path , simply the easier one, or that will require the least effort.

In terms of relationships once he feels a bond has been made with someone, he takes off the wall he hides behind and start being more genuine and would do anything for the people that he feels close to.

During the main story, he always seem confident but really struggled with feeling as an imposter as a leader. Couldn't talk about it though, as he can't seem weak with people trusting him to lead them through everything that happens. When his companions ask for help to decide what they should do, he always makes sure to let them do what they think is best for themselves and not impose his point of view.

That's quite a lot already x)

[pekoetiikapu]

I just reread the information about Jaseem…and he fits perfectly with my TWST OC from a group of TWST OC’s I have.

Her name is Kamisha, and it just got me thinking, what if they interacted with each other?

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Full Name: Kamisha Badawi

School: RSA

Favourite Food: Anything (edible)

Pastime: Protects Jamil/Jaseem/Kalim, taking care of Rana, visiting orphanages, taking care of wildlife, crying, sleeping

Family: Mother, Father,

Role: Dormhead protector (?)

[Dormhead protector is a made up role!]

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Facts

Kamisha doesn’t know her family, and goes back to a protection centre during holidays if she has to leave. The only memory Kamisha has of her family is when they sold he off when she was quite small, she doesn’t love them, but she doesn’t hate them either.

Kamisha has never smiled, well, she has but not in front of others. Jaseem has only ever seen Kamisha smile once and it was because she remembered something from her past that was actually happy. She doesn’t have many happy memories, not before coming to RSA at least.

Kamisha has scars from labour work she used to do.

Kamisha wear to much gold for her school uniform and it is HEAVY. She is the one that has the most gold in her one of a kind crafted uniform— the uniform is made by Corcelia of course, the teacher who teaches the girls science and is also the one who makes them original uniforms.

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Background

Kamisha was sold off at a pretty young age to a man in his 20’s because her parents needed money, she was sold for a really high price that her parents could live a good portion of their lives off of. Kamisha was sold to the man and would not be having many happy memories after that. Kamisha would be basically forced to do labour with many other children and would have to become accustomed to the ways of this new life, she started to stop caring when she was bleeding and stopped eating food as often.

Kamisha was often punished for simple mistakes, others were too but she was punished the most because she made mistakes quite often, instead of stopping herself from making these mistakes, she just made more and got used to the punishments.

Kamisha was saved with the other kids after a group of people shot down a ship that she and other kids were being put on, she stayed in a box (quite small box) for a couple of hours before she was saved and let out.

She wasn’t used to the life style at first but got used to it later on, Kamisha also comforted most of the fellow survivors and they all seemed to have been brought to some place that kept them safe. None of them really remembered their family so the group couldn’t get them back to their families, however the kids didn’t mind.

The kids lived in a Safety Centre, or thats what it’s called and don’t go to school except Kamisha, Kamisha was sent to RSA because she wanted to. She met Jaseem, if you read YaoYaoBae’s post abt him you’d know that he isn’t to fond of women (valid), so when Kamisha was assigned as his “protector” or “assistant” he wasn’t to fond of the idea.

However, he grew to understand that Kamisha did genuinely care about his interests and loved his tiger. She showed that she cared about the tiger and other wild life and she showed genuine interests in Jaseem’s hobbies. Kamisha doesn’t have her own hobbies, or so she says because she herself isn’t used to having freedom or getting the choice to like something of her own accord. Of course, Jaseem doesn’t know about her past.

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Relationships

Jaseem

Kamisha has respect for him and respects him and his interests. She understands Jaseem’s hatred towards Jamil but is very quick to stop fights from breaking out or stop Jaseem if he ever goes too far.

It was a rocky friendship at first as she was scared of people and he wasn’t very fond of women since his past experiences, but they both grew to appreciate each others company and Jaseem realised that she was genuinely interested in what he had to say. He also realised she was very kind and actually liked his tiger, even though most found it weird.

Kamisha being the only girl in Jaseem’s dorm proves to be very awkward…

Personal therapist for Jaseem

Has no idea about her past until she overblots.

Jamil

She has a pretty good relationship with him. She doesn’t treat him like a servant and is happy to give him anything he needs or he wants. She doesn’t make fun of him and understands his feelings completely, she is also his personal therapist. She tells him if he ever needs to talk, or let his emotions out she’s there.

Gives him way to many things and gifts, she tells him he isn’t alone.

Jamil doesn’t know about her past until she overblots (lore drop)

Jamil didn’t like her at first, but showed interest after seeing she wasn’t being all “happy” and go-lucky. He also didn’t like her ay first because she was part of RSA, thought Kamisha proved twice that Jamil’s assumptions about her were wrong.

Kalim

She met Kalim quite a while before she even joined RSA.

She met Kalim right before she was shipped off to sea for more child labour work, he was kind and had no idea he’d see her again. Yes, she did pull a therapist move and saw right through his happy act, telling him it’s okay if he wasn’t alright. She comforted Kalim before going.

Personal therapist for Kalim

Gives him a lot of gifts, as usual and comforts him whenever she senses that he’s actually not doing alright.

He doesn’t know about her past until she overblots

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BONUS FACT

She’s saved all of them at least once from being poisoned! If you’re asking how Jamil would get poisoned it would be because of someone who’s obsessed with Kalim (another OC for another day)

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Characters

Jaseem belongs to @yaoyaobae (pls don’t kill me)

Kamisha Badawi (カミシャバダウイ)

Kamisha belongs to me.

I modified events that probably don’t happen with the actual Jaseem because again, he isn’t mine. Ask me to take it down if you don’t want him used, also — I made this because I just thought it would be interesting seeing Kamisha and Jaseem, also don’t ask about Jamil’s sister, I don’t have any idea for that yet :’)

[queeriboh]

too little too late

(aka Kaiba Bros Bad End AU tw for abuse and suicide mentions )

okay SO Mokuba bursts into the office and makes his announcement about giving his shares to Seto, and the whole room just goes. completely silent. and everyone is staring at him except Seto, who just keeps his head down and expression tense. and Gouzaburo is like, "Seto, explain to this simple minded brat why he just fucked up."

and Seto's like, "These are the reports and figures at closing bell last night. It's too little too late, Mokuba. You shouldn't have interrupted."

and Gouzaburo is PISSED. both that Mokuba interrupted their meeting and embarrassed him in front of the board and investors, and that Mokuba betrayed him instead of his brother. orders Saruwatori to remove him and he's like "I'll deal with YOU when I get home, right now the adults are conducting business."

and then he gets home with Seto and makes Mokuba watch, held back by Hobbson and Saruwatori, as he beats the everloving fuck out of Seto, like if he wasn't 16 and 6 feet tall already he'd probably be left within an inch of his life by the end. and the whole time saying shit to both of them like. Telling Mokuba "I can't take you back to the orphanage covered in bruises, so your brother has to take YOUR punishment for you. Don't ever forget that this is YOUR fault. I might have taken pity on you and kept you BOTH if you'd just behaved." and telling Seto "This is your brother's fault, if you're going to hate anyone for this, hate him." really drive them apart and sow this seed of resentment in both of them.

then once Seto's too broken to fight back Gouzaburo turns to Mokuba and grabs him by the hair and he's like "If I take you back to the orphanage looking like a fucking urchin, it'll make me look bad." orders Hobson to get some scissors and just. cuts off Mokuba's long hair. takes his identity from him before he takes away the family name he gave him too.

stations Saruwatori outside Mokuba's door bc he knows Mokuba's a little gremlin who likes to sneak to the other side of the mansion to see Seto (the anime shows them living in separate wings, I've always liked to think that Mokuba was kept in the servants' quarters and became familiar with the maintenance corridors they use to remain unseen during their duties), but that little rogue finds a way to get to Seto's room anyway.

except Seto is quiet and distant and kind of empty. and at first he's like. "Why did you do that?? he was impressed with what I accomplished. he might not have handed me the company but he wasn't going to get rid of us. and if he did, it would have been both of us. you should have told me. we could have transferred the shares in time."

they have a little bit of an argument, but ultimately Seto is just like. "Look. I can't do anything else to protect you now. he's going to send you away tomorrow. I can't stop him. Don't forget that you can't ever trust ANYONE." and the emphasis and the way he pauses and the hurt in his eyes makes Mokuba flinch bc he knows he's part of that "anyone" to his brother now.

"But you have to do whatever it takes to get adopted. by a real family that will take care of you. you have to get out of that orphanage. just give me two years. I'll be 18 then, and I'll be able to leave this place and find you. I'll figure out another way to make our dreams happen, but you have to give me two years."

and sure enough Gouzaburo really does it. takes Mokuba back to the orphanage and abandons him. and Mokuba does try to get adopted, even tries to sabotage other kids' meetings with potential parents to make himself look better. but he quickly grows cold, viewing every other kid there as an enemy in his way of a better life. he's mean and distant and it just makes him feel worse and worse and keeps him from getting adopted.

Seto's soul is broken. he becomes very withdrawn and subservient. his suicide ideation gets really, really bad. but he keeps telling himself if he's just obedient and keeps living and suffering until he's 18, then he can run away and Gouzaburo can't do anything to drag him back. he considers killing him. many times. Mokuba told him about the poison he had obtained and had planned to use to kill Gouzaburo, a plan Seto had talked him out of. but he's too terrified of being caught, arrested, and unable to rescue Mokuba to enact it.

between his never ending studies, Gouzaburo pushing him to design weapons and virtual systems for KC, planning a new way to take over the company, his dreams of building theme parks and games goes forgotten. and with his passion gone and his spirit broken, his productivity starts to dip.

I reallyyyyy wanted to include Noah, but since I'm splicing anime lore into the manga and also it's all AU anyway baby !!!!!! I wanted to do it a little differently than canon.

so Noah is another kid at the orphanage. and at first his resemblance to Seto makes Mokuba hate him more than any of the other kids. but for some reason he's always nice to Mokuba despite the bullying and abuse Mokuba hurls at him, and eventually they start to get close. and Mokuba starts to forget what Seto told him about trust.

and then Gouzaburo shows up at the orphanage again. and Mokuba thinks, Seto did it! he negotiated with Gouzaburo, or finally beat him at his own game, whatever, he's here to take me back!! back to Seto!!!!!

but in reality. Gouzaburo had noticed Seto's waning passion and was worried he'd never be a good heir, goes looking for someone to act as either a backup plan or scare him into working harder again. he ends up adopting Noah, leaving Mokuba alone again. and Noah is happy to go with him, doesn't even look back at Mokuba when he leaves

Seto is. absolutely enraged at Gouzaburo for this little stunt. but he does work harder. he produces plans for a revolutionary new weapon. he becomes Gouzaburo's perfect protégé once more. but in the back of his mind, he's making a new plan to take over. he ends up murdering Gouzaburo using Mokuba's poison, and frames Noah. even poisons himself, not enough to kill himself, to make it look like Noah tried to get rid of him too.

once they're both out of the way, he takes over Kaiba Corp right around the time he turns 18. except, he never changes the mission statement. he continues to design weapons, military tech, and vehicles. the handover takes some time, but he does finally go to the orphanage to save Mokuba.

except Mokuba isn't there anymore. he was adopted just a few months before, and despite all of his power, money, and influence, they can't tell Seto who adopted him or where they took him. it's too little, too late.

[scorching-passion]

re roche having a child ; can you tell us a bit about what he'd be like as a dad? is there any mould he wants to live up to / any particular example he wants to set to his kid? is he the 'cool dad' or does he become surprisingly strict? & if you've got anything on the mind for it cause i know you said you haven't super gone into ac yet - is there anything about bijou you'd like to share / talk about? c:

Ask me about my muse - ALWAYS ACCEPTING (Also ;o; I love you <3) (OMG this is LONG I'm sorry!!)

I may as well start from the very beginning and just tell you what I have about Bijou and her relationship with her father.

Bijou was not conceived in a conventional manner, her mother was - perhaps unfortunately depending entirely how you want to look at it - a one night stand who fell pregnant and didn't want a child, least of all with a former SOLDIER. Upon being informed of this, and the thoughts of this woman putting his kid up for adoption the moment she's dropped into the world, Roche stepped up, supported this woman and her decision on the grounds that he be granted sole custody. He never asked for anything from her, not money, not respective visitation if she didn't want it. Nothing. And he expected nothing.

Having a broken family himself (father died at a young age, mother turned to alcohol to cope with the loss and in turn neglected Roche until finally giving him up to Sector 5's orphanage after being unable to handle the plethora behaviour problems he developed as a result) he felt it the last thing he wanted for a child of his own, an accident or no.

He made her, so he took on the duty to care for her.

And true to this woman's, word Bijou was handed over and Roche was forced to learn from scratch how to take care of a baby on his own. Though let it be known that he has never experience a love as strong as what came with accepting this little girl into his life.

Of course he made some "first time dad" mistakes, certainly nothing detrimental Bijou's health or wellbeing, but things like running out of nappies/daipers and being forced to use his own shirts until he could procure more as an example. And he was forced to turn his office in the garage he ran into a nursery (a small business venture he started up upon his move to Edge City after a small stint in Junon) given that this was his only form of income. Though eventually he began to struggle to juggle his time between Bijou and his job and was forced to hire help to run the repair and modification centre -- a decision that actually did him a whole lot of good in the long run as the business gained a decent enough reputation for expansion.

Stepping up to that plate was increasingly hard, given that his entire life was now dominated by this tiny little thing when he had been such a free spirit before. Roche never sleeps in any case so the sleepless nights a new parent would usually experience were, in fact, a breeze. Though not once did he ever consider giving up, Roche was nothing at all if not resilient in his determination to make it work.

But he spoiled her rotten, toys, clothes, you name it she'd have it and usually at detriment to himself. Roche would go without food to make sure Bijou had everything and more. A classic case of a father so desperate for his child to have everything he felt he didn't. But as she started to grow into a toddler, much unlike how he was as a child, she would begin to show signs of being a very bright, polite little girl. Though quite shy in the initial throws of meeting someone new, Bijou found it increasingly easy to make friends.

In regards to discipline, Roche is quite slack though never has he been faced with a situation thus far where she needed to face a harsh punishment. Mostly her 'misbehaviour' - and we have to use the term loosely here - derives from a simple case of childlike curiosity and other typical behaviours. So rather than punish for an undesirable behaviour (rifling through his tools to play "Bike Doctors", throwing a tantrum over something silly, refusing to go to bed etc) he would attempt to educate instead. For example, if Bijou refused to go to bed at a designated time, he would remind her that was fine, but she would need to get up the following morning at the same time and if she was tired that was her own fault. Or the time she began to scream and cry in town when she wanted something and he'd told her no, so he started to scream and stamp his feet too which all but shocked her out of the throws of her tantrum. As we all know, Roche holds no bones about making a spectacle of himself in public, that doesn't change even for Bijou. These lessons were often learned exceedingly fast, and Roche's job as a father is so very easy as a result.

She's a good kid, and he isn't shy about boasting about that either.

Though it should be noted that he is quite protective and possessive over her. He had a hard time allowing other people to hold her as a baby, and he's developed an irrational (or not) wariness of women in general and dislikes them getting too close to him or his very smol family. In his eyes Bijou doesn't need a mother figure if he has the capability to be both the dad and the mom at the same time.

There's no particular 'mould' he would want to fit into, given that the only parental figures he had he can barely even remember. He's making this up as he goes, though he often got some strange looks from the women at the book shops when he was buying out all the "Mother and Baby" magazines when this responsibility was first thrust upon him. And he asks for so little in return other than for her to live her best life, away from the trauma, torment and self-loathing he'd been subjected to over the years.

And he plans to keep his past very close to his chest for a long while. He can't see any good coming from telling her that he was once a bad man who did terrible things. Everyone deserves a second chance in life, and for Roche it just so happened that chance came in the form of Bijou~

He'd die for her.

[spicler-man]

fostered/adopted peter parker

masterlist here Don't Give Up On Me (Please) by id_rather_be_reading_3

Since the death of his aunt and uncle a year ago, Peter Parker has bounced around foster homes faster than a pinball at full speed. Why? He blames Spiderman. His constant secret keeping, lying, and sneaking out because of his alter ego has kept him from staying in a home for too long, but he refuses to give up the vigilanteism (that's a word, right?) At this point, he's given up hope on ever finding a forever home.

Tony Stark never expected to get so attached to his young new intern, Peter Parker. But when he finds out that the kid is moving foster homes too far away for him to keep up the internship, he takes matters into his own hands. He soon finds out, though, that housing Peter Parker is a lot harder than mentoring him.

(eventual adoption, because how else would this end?)

ALSO--this story has officially been nominated for the Irondad Creator Awards 2022! If you enjoyed this fic, please consider voting for it on their tumblr blog! (and to whoever nominated it--I love you forever and think you're awesome, thank you 3000)

5 Times Tony Acted Like Peter’s Dad by for_the_night for LittleMissAgrafina

And the one time he actually was.

*Featuring an award evening, nightmares, a father-son field trip, appendicitis, and a very special gift - oh, and SO many forehead kisses.*

Welcome Home My Boy (Welcome Home My Son) by sdottkrames for Skeeter_110

Tony's life has never been more full of family...but something is still missing.

Peter Parker lives in an orphanage in severe disrepair.

And Pepper Potts has an idea that will bring them both together.

Be Your Protector by waitingondaisies

After so long of being bounced around from placement to placement in the foster system, Peter is on his last chance to stay in Queens and stay at Midtown. He’s desperate to keep this placement, even if it means not getting enough food and getting locked in the closet sometimes. The problem arises when he’s unable to let Happy know he won’t be able to make it to the compound, leading to Mr Stark getting involved. And as a mechanic, once he’s made aware of a problem, he just has to fix it.

If there are no other foster homes in Queens, then Tony will just have to make one.

From Fraud to Father by TonyStarkissist

“Tony,” she placated, “all you have to do is read a couple children's books to them and answer a few of their questions. You’ll be fine.”

“Will you come with me? You’re so good with kids,” he pleaded as she finished up with his collar and awkwardly patted the lapels of his suit down, forcing a smile onto her face when she looked up at him.

“No. I’ve got a lot of work to do. Phil’s going with you, though, and so is Happy. You shouldn’t have a problem. They'll make sure you don't do anything stupid.”

Theres a long pause before Tony finally voices his true concern.

“But what if one of them sneezes on me?"

Take it easy, take it easy by sturionic

“Tony," Rhodes groans, "I am begging you. Please just explain your thought process to me, man. I want to understand where you’re at.”

“Well, honey bear, it’s simple. Kid needs a home. I have a home. I need another pair of hands to help take care of this baby. The kid has hands.”

“Yeah, okay.” Rhodes rolls his eyes. “You didn’t answer my first question. What makes you think he’ll even want to live with you?”

Tony raises an eyebrow. “I told you,” he says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “Morgan likes him, and he likes Morgan. Plus, we bonded. In space.”

“Okay!” Rhodes throws up his hands in resignation. “Okay. I give up. Whatever. Adopt Spider-Man. Jesus Christ."

-

Peter survives the Snap only to find he's alone once again, and Tony Stark steps off the Benatar to find James Rhodes holding his month-old daughter with Pepper nowhere in sight. At first it's an arrangement of convenience and mutual grief. Someday, God willing, it might become a family.

The 1 Time Some Avengers Didn't Believe Tony Was Father Material And The 5 Times They Were Proven Wrong by thisisnotourlasthunt for Mrs_Potts_Stark

“Wait. So you're telling me Tony adopted a toddler, just because? Will he even pay attention to the kid? Are you sure this isn’t to boost his reputation after Miami?”

“Well that’s unexpected, I never thought I’d see Tony as a father.”

“In summary, Tony brought a toddler to the tower where literally two spies, a super soldier, occasionally a God, and a Hulk constantly visit and house? What was he thinking?”

“Sure. So what? Is your new job being a nanny or what? Cause I can’t see Tony taking care of a child by himself.”

-*-*-

It didn’t matter what the others said about him, he was going to be the best fucking father to his son.

And I'm Nothing Like You by Chara426

“I say I’m not good with kids But only half of that is true See, I’m just not good No, I’m nothing like you"

Once a month, a random child in the foster care system is selected to spend the day with Tony Stark. It just so happens one month, Peter Parker is the lucky kid.

No Ulterior Motive (REUPLOAD) by ob_liv_ious_writer

When Peter saw a spelling mistake on the Stark Industries website, he decided that he had to fix it, no matter what the consequences could be.

When Tony saw that the hacker that managed to evade him was a reckless, too-skinny foster kid, he decided that he was going to offer him an internship.

No ulterior motives.

Not at all.

(reuploaded because the author is a dumbass - explanation in notes)

The Kid Behind The Mask by inkinmyheartandonthepage

Peter Parker never wanted the Avenger’s to find out his identity – especially Tony Stark and Stephen Strange who had become his mentors/father figures. When a cold snap hit’s New York, Peter finds himself in trouble.

Family Means Nobody Gets Left Behind by punkybunny

"Tony was about to brush it off again, say something about how it was the least he could do. But before he could speak, he heard a small voice timidly asking, "I-Iron man?"

Peering downward, the man spotted who the voice belonged to. A young boy with unruly brown curls and wide eyes stared back at him from a couple feet away. The kid looked very tiny, maybe only four or five years old. "

Aka Tony fosters a young boy named Peter who happens to be a little genius. This is just gonna be a ton of family fluff, maybe a little angst!

[heavensoared]

ezrah. • bodyclaim. • headcanons. • isms. • memes. • threads.

Did you see that in the sky? It seems that EZRAH of House RYDER, the DRAGON RIDER of ONDERA has flown in. Their dragon, FANG, is protective over the FORTY-FIVE year old rider that looks a great deal like PEDRO PASCAL. Those that have had the honor of getting close to both dragon and rider have noted that they are PROTECTIVE & STRONG-WILLED but also CALLOUS & SHORT-TEMPERED.

basic info

full name — Ezrah Ryder

age — Forty-Five

kingdom — Ondera

gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns)

religion —follows Daganth & Aznas

occupation — Dragon Rider for his home kingdom Ondera

living arrangements — he has a few places he can crash, but he hardly stays in one place for long & usually follows danger across the lands (any bed will do)

physical info

face claim — Pedro Pascal

hair — brown / eyes — brown

height — five foot & eleven inches

clothing style — his armor is light, if durable enough to take a few hits, but it allows him to move fast during fights & avoid getting hit in the first place. he's rarely found without his armor, but if he is, his clothing style is rather simple. leather boots, breeches and plain tunics.

special characteristics — his body's covered in scars, but the most obvious one cuts across his left eye. he earned that one protecting a friend.

sexual preference — bottom switch

bio

ezrah was born without a name in a small village, abandoned by his mother before he opened his eyes for the first time. she fled as soon as she could & the infant was taken to the orphanage a few villages over, dropped off & forgotten. they didn't name him until he was three years old, one of the caretakers noticing his tendency to help other children escape from their locked rooms. helper. ezrah.

he prayed to the great aznas ever since he was a little boy, begging for salvation - for a life worth living, for purpose in a world that knew no mercy, but his prayers wouldn't be answered for many, many years.

the orphanage kept its children alive, but most of the caretakers had only little sympathy for those nobody wanted, especially those with an inclination to break the house rules. like ezrah. defiance grew within his heart, it festered alongside jealousy & disdain, which he let out on those who had the misfortune of crossing paths with him. violence, as inflicted upon him by older kids & caretakers alike was paid back tenfold to unsuspecting villagers & the law alike. he learned the rules of the street early on, found his own little niche to make due.

by the age of ten, ezrah had learnt the two most important rules of life. one. protect those who have your back. two. gods have mercy on those who stand between you & your next meal. three. fists are not the most effective weapons.

when the elder came into town, ezrah was not at the town square to find himself a dragon to hatch. he was there to make the haul of a lifetime. everybody who could walk had made their way over, but as the crowd surrounded the elder, he got pushed to the center with the other kids who all couldn't wait to get their hands on that stupid egg, but when it was more or less his turn he reached out for it on instinct, partially ...debating whether he could snatch it & run with it, partially .. wondering if his prayers from might've been heard after all.

& then it glowed. they took him to the magdani mountain after that. he was the only one to be taken from their small village that day. the egg that was entrusted to him hatched not long after he got settled. he was not like the other kids, he knew now boundaries, no discipline - no rules. he didn't even want that dragon. they promised him regular meals & he had to do nothing for them. literally nothing. of course he followed. the dragon entrusted into his care was born pitch black. like his soul. it fit his dark eyes & hair - almost like they were meant to be.

years of diligent training later, ezrah ... was still a little rascal, but an older one at that. the stable surrounding had done a great job at taming the wild boy the mountain once greeted into its arms, but everybody involved had come to agree that manners would forever be lost on the future dragon rider. so they did their best to succeed on all other fronts. anger management, temper control, a sense of honor, fighting skill improvement - everything ezrah would need to keep himself & his dragon alive.

ezrah had always been quick & light on his feet, a mobility that was worked into his training & choice of armor & weapons. by the time he was deemed ready to complete the ritual that would - once & for all bind him to fang, he'd come a long way. his skills honed to near perfection in the hopes of making up for the lack of social skills whatsoever, he had a decision to make. where to go?

one would think ezrah wouldn't want to return home after everything he'd seen, but the spite in the young man was strong, so when released into the world, he made his way back home to the kingdom of ondera. he ..swore his loyalty to no-one other than fang & himself, but if ..someone or something was to threaten the people of his home.. he might take it upon himself to help.

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HI! its me again :D I wanna talk about tpn if you don't mind. About what you said about the complicated and simple explanation. let's start with the complicated explanation. "There are villages/other houses or orphanages around and one caught on fire but it's fine now"

The kids would ask more questions like "why can they meet them?" , "why didn't you tell us that there are people nearby?", "Are you well acquainted with them?", and then it will lead to more questions about the orphanage. It's ganna be tough to lie about that y'know. And then theres the simple explanation "that's what happens when you don't eat up properly Kimberly" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 the younger kids would believe that however the older kids will probably get suspicious. I have a headcanon that because of that alarm, some kids from other plantations started to get suspicious. This would probably lead to them knowing the truth but was stopped by their mamas and whatever the messed-up system has to do to keep them from escaping. what do you think?

Pfff! If I don‘t mind talking about The Promised Neverland… you all know me this well at this point, I guess 😄🤔

Both my explanations were mostly meant as a joke, althought the question „what did the Sisters/ Mamas told the children in the other farms about the fire in Plantation 3?“ surely leads to more questions. Since the children know they are living in an orphanage, I could assume they were at least informed that they are supported by other facilities/ institutions, however you want to call them. The food, the clothes, toys and even the new babies – they all have to come from a source outside the orphanage, and it‘s safe to assume the Mamas and/ or Sisters told their cattle children „something“ about the outside world, lies, of course, but enough to not raise any doubts.

Long story short – maybe the adults explained the fire with an accident in a nearby village, or just a sudden forest fire (which leads to more questions, because forest fires in deep winter?). Maybe they had to put up these posters the next days, too:

But of course, the children are not stupid. Questions like „Why can't we meet them?“, „Why didn't you tell us that there are people nearby?“ or „Are you well acquainted with them?“ will bubble up, making the caretakers sweat up a bit, I bet. Additionally, there are several older children they would have to take care of, too, since the children that were left behing in plantation 3 had to be brought to other orphanages. I guess the simpliest explanations for every question would be „There are other orphanages like ours, and a fire broke out; we have to take in some of the poor children because they lost their home. We usually can‘t meet them since they live too far away, and we didn‘t told you about them was because the question would remain, what would it matter?“ See, the children more or less know how the world and an orphanage works (they even know they had parents prior that couldn‘t/ wouldn‘t take care of them), so it‘s no real surprise there are other orphanages. Like, we all did go to school (I hope ^^) - did you ever ask yourself how pupils in other schools were? Why you would (almost) never meet them? No? Me neither, because I lived my own life, and presumably the cattle children in the different plantations are doing the same.

While the younger children are more likely to go on with their life and ask no further questions, the real troublemakers would surely be the older ones. New children mean new sources of informations, but… why should they get assumptions something could be fishy? Listen, even Norman, the smartest, most careful character you can imagine didn‘t have any doubts about his happy-go-lucky-orphan life. Not to throw a shade on Jackie, Helen and co., but they are probably are not near Norman and Emma‘s intelligence-level, and while the fire may raise some assumptions, in the end, they had to much going on than to worry about some incidents – getting better scores, playing tag and simply having a funky good time in plantation XYZ.

Nevertheless, if the Mamas/ Sisters got wind of something suspicious going on with the children, they would notice it. Remember how Yukko did send Andrew after Phil because the lil guy was a bit somber somtimes? After all, the women were trained to notice changes in the behauvior in their merchandise before anything could happen, making it impossible for the children to escape from the farms.

Or so they thought, am I right, plantation 3?

In conclusion: I have no idea how the adults explained the fire in the heart of the farms. Maybe with all what I listed above.

But maybe it was really Kimberly‘s fault for not eating up her vegetables 🥬🫑🥦