#child y/n

[mubabee]

(Idk if it uploaded so imma try again)Jing yuan with child!reader like I said

I hate writing dialogue for this man he got a certain way of wording shit that I can’t comprehend or think of

The art style change with each drawing man I was getting lazy I didn’t even shade the last one errrr

u can see this as y/n or ur child with him

He apologized dw

[sorveteir]

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

The Raggedies and...You!

[sourtomatola]

Thank you @writing-prompt-s for the prompt idea

Teddy bear and Monster from under the bed team up to go find their missing child.

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[thewolffairytaler]

Do you think you would ever make a follow-up chapter of the Thomas Hewitt x child reader how the rest of the family would react to seeing them bring home the kid I know it was supposed to be a one shot 😓 but I'm dying for part two you're writing is so good!!!!

What to do with a traumatised little girl? - part 2 | Thomas Hewitt x child reader

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Summary: After successfully hunting down two new bodies of meat, Charlie/Hoyt and Thomas are planning on taking the little girl home. Needing to introduce her to the family, and maybe Thomas will quickly adapt the idea of being a parental figure for the child.

Each jolt sent chills down the spine of the frightened toddler curled up in Thomas's embrace as the rusty sheriff's car groaned and rattled along the long, dusty road. Sweat, engine oil, and a persistent, metallic tang that she couldn't quite identify but knew was awful were all pervasive in the air inside. Charlie clutched the steering wheel, his knuckles white against the tattered leather, his face a mask of indifference. In the immense nothingness of the Texas landscape, the radio's static crackling was a lonesome sound. With his massive body pressed up against the door, Thomas silently stared at the young girl, his forehead twisted in what might have been perplexity. He held her loosely, his large hands surprisingly gentle around her small form, as if afraid he might break her.

Behind them at the trunk, where the bodies of the traffickers, a testament to the brutal efficiency of their unintended rescue. The memory of the violence still pulsed in the girl’s mind, a silent echo of Charlie's callous behaviour and Thomas's terrifying strength. Yet, as they approached the familiar silhouette of the Hewitt house, a sense of a more workload practicality settled over Charlie. He had no patience for sentimentality or delays. He needed to deal with the mess they had made, and he needed it done quickly. The girl, however, was an unexpected variable.

"Alright, Tommy," Charlie grunted, pulling the vehicle to a halt in front of the dilapidated farmhouse. “Leave those corpses, for now. Let Mama see the girl first. I'm tired of this whole mess.” He didn’t meet Thomas's gaze, instead focusing on the paint peeling from the porch. He was already planning the next step, the logistics of preparing the bodies, the uneasy feeling of having this small, malnourished child in their midst. Thomas, as well, wanted to be done with this, return to the familiar rhythm of their new everyday life. He wasn't used to this, and something further complicating his life made him nervous. Especially considering children didn't like him, or the townsfolk children didn't like him. He was used to them being afraid of him or whispering things they had heard about him before running away from being discovered. So, having her feel alright with his presence like this was not something he knew how to react with, but he knew he needed to adapt.

Thomas, understanding the instruction, carefully manoverd the toddler from his lap and lifted her into his arms. She was small, almost featherlight, her delicate frame barely more than skin and bones, and he was struck by the fragility of her. This was not like the animals he had handled, the flesh he had carved. This child held a different weight, a silent plea that he felt even through her fear. He didn’t know what to make of it. With a hesitant step, he approached the porch, the little girl clutching his shirt, her small fingers digging into the fabric as if it were the only thing tethering her to safety. Inside, the scent of stale grease and dust hung heavy in the air. Luda Mae, her face etched with years of hard living and a lifetime of unspoken burdens, was hunched over a metal stew pot, cooking whatever was available on their stock. The sound of Thomas's heavy footsteps drew her attention from her steeming work. Her brow furrowed as she took in the sight of her son with the child in his arms. A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes, quickly morphing into concern as she took in the child's skeletal frame and the way her eyes, wide with anxiety, darted around the room.

"Thomas, what in God's name have you brought in here?" Her voice, rough and gravelly, filled the space. She left her work, wiping her hands on her apron, before approaching closer. “Who is this child? Where did she come from?” Concern etched itself deeper into her features with every second she looked into the girls face. She gently took the girl from Thomas in a surprisingly tender way, holding her close to her chest. The little girl, startled by the sudden change of hands, let out a small whimper and buried her face into Luda Mae’s fabric.

Charlie pushed his way through the doorway, his boots thudding on the worn floorboards. "Found her locked up with that van of those men you complained to me about," he said, his tone dismissive. "Those fellas we had some business with were keeping her, probably for a rich man's pleasure." He waved a hand in a gesture of impatience. “We saved her… for now.” He sighed the whole thing was irritating, and the idea of what to do next was even more so. Luda Mae’s eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing as she met Charlie’s. “And why would you two be scaring her further, Charlie? Can't you at least try to comfort her?” Her voice was low, a simmering resentment palpable in her tone. She cradled the child closer, a sudden protective instinct surfacing from deep inside her.

He gritted his teeth for a second and sputed out, “It's Hoyt, mama. Hoyt. Why can’t you ever remember?" Charlie eventually shrugged, as his expression changed to an ugly smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "She’s going to have to earn her keep, Mama. This ain't no charity. She can clean, she can cook, whatever keeps her alive. We can make use of her.” He turned away, his voice edged with irritation and something else, something almost cruel. “I’m not gonna be feeding her for nothing. She can be worth it one way or anathor.” He didn’t care how he would make himself clear, but he wanted Luda Mae to understand. He wouldn’t be putting up with another mouth to feed if they were going to be doing nothing to help.

He knew that the burden of taking care of this child would fall disproportionately on Luda Mae, and frankly, he didn't particularly care. He was tired, bone-weary of the endless cycle of violence and survival. Even if a part of him liked it, like an addiction he couldn't run away from. This child, in his eyes, was just another problem, another obstacle in their grim existence. He glanced at the girl, who was now clinging to Luda Mae, her tear-streaked face turning her gaze away from the older woman's shoulder. He snorted, turning around, already thinking of his other priorities he had postponed because of his love for alcoholic beverages.

Yet he didn't manage to get himself far until Luda Mae's eyes flashed with a rare fury. "That's a child, Charlie! A little girl, not some animal to be used and discarded! She can barely stand, for god’s sake!” She tightened her grip on the girl as if to protect her from Charlie’s coldness. “And she's not just my responsibility, it's everybody else's too, especially yours!" Luda Mae exclaimed, her voice rising with each word.

Charlie immediately had his attention on her again, his temper flaring. “My responsibility? What are you talking about, woman! I didn’t need to do this with Jedidiah! He’s out there, playing like any normal runt should. Never caused any trouble, not like this one will. I just go and catch her looking like a bag of bones… and now I need to make sure she feels like she's one of us? We have enough problems on our own, without taking care of every stray that wanders onto our property. Why can’t you just let it be? Why did you need to meddle?!” He stopped for a second, clearly not understanding why he was having this argument, “I never asked you to help me, did I?! So why are you complaining that it’s everybody's responsibility now?”

The sudden rise in volume from the siblings echoed through the house, disturbing the stillness of the afternoon. A low groan rumbled from the living room as Uncle Monty, stirred from his nap, wheeled himself into the hallway. His eyes, swollen and bloodshot from his sleep, narrowed as he took in the scene. "What in the devil's name is all this shouting about?" he grumbled, his voice thick with sleep. He pointed a gnarled finger towards the little girl. "And who in tarnation is that?"

Luda Mae dismissed Monty with a wave of her hand, her attention still firmly fixed on Charlie. "Never you mind, Monty, stay out of it!” She then moved away from him towards the doorway where Charlie stood, not willing to lose the argument. "She's staying no matter what, Charlie, and you will treat her like a human being. We need to teach her how to survive, you can't just expect her to be perfect straight away. We can't have another Jedidiah situation, now can we?" She emphasised the last part, watching as Charlie flinched slightly at the mention of his adopted son's name.

The small, frail girl stirred in Luda Mae's arms, whimpering slightly. Luda Mae, finally noticing the girl’s state, placed the child gently into Thomas's waiting arms. Thomas stood silently by. He held her with a surprising tenderness, his rough hands surprisingly gentle as he looked back at his mother, clearly asking for guidance. “Thank you, dear.” She said gently as she brushed her hand through his wavy hair. “Please take her away from all this shouting.” She then looked back to the doorway where Charlie was still standing, looking bewildered by the discussion.

Monty's gaze flicked back and forth between the arguing family members, then settled on Thomas, who quietly cradled the little girl. He looked at the girl and then to Thomas, giving him a look of understanding. He sighed, a sound of resignation, and with a creak of his aged wheelchair wheels, he turned and rolled back towards his TV and asleep dog. He would not involve himself in the argument any more than this. Thomas, his brow furrowed in thought, stared at the little girl in his arms. He looked at Luda Mae and then to Charlie before making his decision and slowly walked away from the yelling, taking the girl with him, her sleepy state apparent, towards the staircase that led to his room.

There wasn't much light or activity in his room. There was only a big bed and one flimsy chair in the bare, austere room, with no personal touches. He gently laid the little child down on the bed, which engulfed her in its immensity. Unaccustomed to having someone else around, much less a youngster, his thoughts sprang into action. Carefully tying a length of rope to her ankle, he secured it to one of the bedposts after grabbing it from the room's corner. Despite his awkwardness, there was a surprising softness in his movements. He didn't trust her yet, and although he knew it would be pointless, the possibility of escape lingered in the back of his mind. On foot, she wouldn’t make it far, not in this desolate wasteland they called home. He pulled the blanket up with both of his hands to her thorax area.

In an awkward but soothing gesture, he sat on the edge of the bed and patted the girl's hair, his big hand dwarfing the little head. At first, his touch scared her, as if touching her so affectionately on the head was a gesture that was unfamiliar to her. But she let herself relax to his kindness. She could feel tiredness tugg her to slumber. She stirred once more but did not fully awaken, drifting back into sleep with a steady, gentle rise and fall of her small chest. For a few moments, Thomas regarded her, his countenance a mix of bewilderment and something like worry, his eyes never leaving her as he processed ideas he had not yet fully grasped. He continued to stare at her for a bit, letting the feeling fill him. This was new, and he decided to hold onto it. Maybe it was a fatherly instinct or one of care that hadn't fully disappeared yet because of his unstable mind. But he quickly understood that she hadn’t been treated right for a very long time, perhaps even back to when she was just born.

He got to his feet at last, looking at her one final time before leaving the room and shutting the door. The other, more urgent issues have to be addressed. The ones that had to be sliced up and packaged before they went bad, along with the new victims. Time to get working.

Author's note: I feel like I could have written this better, but I don't know how I could have approached it otherwise. Anyways, that's the end of this oneshot idea. I only made a part two because Anon was nicely asking for one, I hope that you're satisfied with what I have written, since I know at times that the result isn't always how you imagined it.

[insomniphic]

APPLE BUNNIES!

Just a small little drabble :D

[scarlett-ink]

Dead in the Water Chapter 1:

Fish in the Sea

Being a human child can be difficult, being a siren child can be even more so. You are in a worse position, somehow being stuck in both categories. Cornered and with no place to go, you are saved from death by a chance encounter. The only problem being your saviors have good reason to despise creatures such as you.

They saved you because of your human half. Could they possibly come to accept the siren half?

[thecontrolpanel]

Zatanna Zatara X Child!Reader, Character Ai Bot

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Y/N was the biological child of black canary and green arrow, black canary was a close friend of Zatanna and she mattered dearly to Zatanna. She would later find out that Dinah’s child's birthday would be coming up, Zatanna would be happy knowing that she'd make Dinah and both her child happy as she was gonna be the magician and hired to do the performances for the young ones that would be attending the birthday party. After many days, it would be Y/N’s birthday.

she would be attending the young one’s birthday party, Zatanna let out a satisfied hum after she heard the loud roars of cheers and excitement coming from the young children that stood before her, she softly smiled while continuing to make tricks and pulled stunts to entertain the young ones but the magician noticed something.. Y/N wasn't in the crowd with all the other kids and Y/N was supposed to be the center of attention since they were the birthday boy/girl.. Right?

Zatanna would clear her throat as she announced that she would be taking a small little break from her performances and needing to go do something, and the kids had understood either walking away or grabbing others kids to do the other fun activities that were arranged by Dinah and Oliver. She would later find Dinah and Oliver sitting down at one of the many tables, and Y/N included in which they sat down between their parents.

Zatanna let out a sigh of relief, knowing that Y/N was safe and not in any potential danger, She would then sit down next to Dinah as she then said, “Hey Dinah, I didn't see your child in the crowd when I was doing my performances. Did something happen?” She then noticed that Y/N would be both holding their parent’s hand while the little one would be talking to their father, oliver. “they're just a little nervous around new people.” Dinah said with a small chuckle.

Click here!

[confetti-popper]

What a Strange Pup... (But longer!)

What everyone wanted for the longest time has come! 'What a Strange Pup' but not a one-shot AU anymore! Let's all celebrate.

It's been kinda hard to find the creativity to wright anything, ever since my Laptop reset and I lost every story I had because I didn't back up my Notes App, which is where I write all my stories first.. I did make the first chapter, before my Laptop reset, I got really discouraged and didn't feel like writing anything. But I finally got to writing the chapter once again! I tried my best to remember, but it was a really long time ago! (Like last year in December or smth) But it isn't the longest chapter and I want to, already, re-write it to be longer because the one-shot is longer than the actual book-

[dentiststoothfairy]

hiii it’s murdad anon !! ( i just realized i forgot the r when i sent in that ask . sobs ) i hope you’ve been okay !! can i request a oneshot of murdoc taking care of his sick daughter ? maybe during phase 2 , and she got sick from all the traveling her and her dad did so he had to care for her while also working on demon days ? tysm and have a lovely day / night !!

[🦷🎀 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗? 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌. 𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐... 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 <𝟹]

🥒 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜 🥒

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Running a hair through his tar-coloured hair, he stared down at the thermometer he stole from a small convenience store down the street. He glanced up at the Mexican sun beaming through your window illuminating your pale face. He gave a whistle, looking down at you again.

".. Shit, you're sick kid." He announced, tossing the thermometer somewhere. The sound shattering glass made you open your eyelids...

"I hadn't noticed." You retorted. You may have been ill but.. That didn't break your spirit. Thank god. Murdoc snorted at that, putting his hands on his jeaned hips as he looked away and clearing his throat.

"Well.. Uh. How're you feeling?" He grabbed a shitty little chair in this rundown little house he had taken you and sat down by your bedside.

The expression you gave him made him fight another smile. He was such a jackass.

"How do you think?" You spluttered slightly, an uncontrollable cough exploding from your dry throat. You gave a meek sniffle as you looked at him through glassy eyes.

"I dunno, you've always been a... Decently healthy kid." He muttered, ruffling your head slightly with pursed lips. "Despite who's loins you came from."

"Ew." You snuffed. Why was he like this?! "You're so gross."

"I'm not the bed ridden one, love." He shot back. God, you two could banter for months. The similarities between the personalities between the two of you could be pretty difficult to tell apart but there was probably the screaming difference... To him at least.

You were a saint.

"Did you need anything? Feeling shitty is pretty shitty." He asked, tilting his head to an uneven angle, the shade of the sun hit his face as the sound of your weak coughs filled his ears once more.

"... Jelly."

"Jelly?" He raised an eyebrow... Jelly??

"It's sweet and.. Easy to swallow." You wheezed, looking up at your dad once more. Your face was completely flushed. He nodded.

"Yeah that figures... Alright. I'll see what I can do..." He honestly had no idea where he'd be able to grab that... He was kind of.. Chased out that convenience store. Maybe they'd let him back in with a pretty apology? What a laugh.

You didn't add anything else. You were always such a good kid...

He had to get you that jelly.

"You would've gotten sick from the amount of chaos swarming your life..." He muttered, guilt sinking over his shoulders, rubbing the back of his neck. "If.." He looked over at his spawn, shaking his head again.

If he had known... He wouldn't have dragged you down to hell with him.

"I'll be back, don't let anyone in. Okay? I don't need some fucker breaking in." He stood up, walking to the coatrack and slipping on a leather jacket. "That's if you can stand."

"Funny." You responded bitterly. He snorted again.

"I'll be back."

And, if you're wondering. No the store didn't let him back in.

He took that jelly by force.

(Can screaming and shouting and punching and violence in general be considered force?)

[0-endless-0]

Fanart I did for a wattpad book I was reading.

[mubabee]

Child!reader and MKafka

Type of dad that carries his kid constantly. my feet are cold and I don’t like this anymore 🙁 I been reading manhwas with child mc maybe that’s why I wanted to draw this

I have a Jing yuan one too I might post it

You can see this as y/n or if u had a child with him idc

[sorveteir]

“🌺 for you”

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

It's you!

You come from a family of nobility and are the only child. You grew up with doting parents, your mother very nurturing and your father very iron-fisted.

You are the heir to the family fortune and your father's company--a shipping company in charge of transporting imported and exported goods across the water. How boring.

You would rather spend your time learning more about what always served as your backyard--the sea. You grew up hearing tales told by your mother and the house staff that the sea was once filled with giants, but over the years reports and sightings had dwindled significantly.

You always felt drawn to the sea, especially after an encounter you had as a child with two mer pups.

[danijaci]

prank gone wrong w/ childe

based on a tiktok audio!

HE FUCKING THAT SHIT UPPPPPPP

[thewolffairytaler]

How wholesome would it be to have Bobby Cobb as your father?

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Imagine this with me, folks: How would it be like to have Bobby Cobb as your father? To be a youthful daughter of Jules and Bobby before they get a divorce. This child, being a decade younger than Travis and adores Bobby. She had always been a daddy's girl. So when the divorce did happen, she got really sad that she didn't see him as often, yet whenever Bobby would swing by or stick around, she would always make it her first priority to give him a big clingy hug. Maybe some nuzzling for the reason that she has a thing to get all cuddly with people that she loves.

Himbo Papa loves both of his children, even though one of them just so happens to be his favourite. Despite that Bobby could embarrass her at times (if not both of her parents), she dosen’t shy away from being with him in public. Dosen’t even complain staying in the boat with him for a sleepover whenever her and Travis are there, she sees it fun in a way. Like glamping, but in a boat that's not moving anywhere.

Would it be more reasonable that the daughter exists because she was unplanned, too? She just occurred one day, and Jules dosen’t remember when or exactly how, but it is confirmed that she's Bobby's daughter. Who knows? But it would make more sense as to why she was, instead of both of them wanting a second child one day.

If anybody wants to use this idea, you're more than welcome to do that. I am not stopping you. Just make sure to credit me for the idea. That's all I ask for, I hope you enjoyed this imagining scenario.