#found family fic

[liv-uwo]

My sad gay ass when I see a found family story

[justchobi]

“are you done yet?”

TLOU2! joel x platonic!reader (or pedro joel, whatever makes u happy)

warnings: nothing tbh, just joel being a grumpy old dad.

summary: after a shift of checking for hoards with joel, you guys decide to ride back to jackson a bit early. due to your curiosity, you end up talking to him longer than joel appreciated.

A/N: hi guys.. erm, this is a "found family" fic, so the reader is pretty much a teen. if this gets any recognition and you repost, don't repost as like a relationship type deal, plz and thx :p also, im like 14 so please excuse how awful the writing is, i'm still trying to get used to it lol

you walk close to joel after you did a few rounds outside of Jackson. with your earbuds in your ears, joel climbs onto the horse before lifting you to sit in front of him. clicking the pause button, you remove the buds and stuff them in your pocket. joel grabs the rein and kicks the horses side as it begins to gallop, slowly picking up speed. it was awkward between the two of you.

“soo..” you started off. “did you hear how dina and ellie are thinking of getting married?” it was painfully silent.

“yes.” he said. his voice was rough but quiet. you keep your grip around his waist the same. “i don’t know if she wants me at the wedding.”

the atmosphere was tense. it was obvious he didn’t feel like talking, let alone to a curious kid. you thought to yourself, should i keep talking? “well, maybe you should ask her. you’re like her dad anyways, right?” he nodded his head before keeping it low.

“you think you’ll get married, joel?” he whipped his head around and glared at you. his eyes said “what are you talking about?” it caused you to laugh. “kid, what are you saying?” you caved in and started giggling. “i didn’t mean it in a bad way! just.. ya know, curious. anyone back home that catches your eye?” he shook his head.

“of course not, son. i prefer being alone. i don’t need a partner.” you look at him. he hadn’t told you about his past, but joel was a handsome man. there was no way he didn’t have a wife before all of this. “you didn’t have a wife before? or even a husband?” he hesitated at first, but opened up. “i did. she uh, left me. so i just had to take care of my daughter alone. it wasn’t too hard.”

“by daughter, do you mean-“

“no, i had a daughter before ellie. sarah.” he rubbed in between his eyes. “i’ll tell you later, ‘kay kiddo? just.. stop asking me questions for right now.”

you looked at him, sticking your tongue out behind his back. the sky got darker and the cold continued to increase in temperature. you held onto him tighter to stay warm.

“what’s your favorite thing in the whole world?” you could hear him groan. “pure silence without the voice of an annoying kid.” you chuckled with pride. “come on, old man. just answer the question!” it was quiet before he spoke again. “ i guess..” he thought for a few seconds. “movies. loved ‘em since i was a little boy.”

smiling, you lay your head on his back. it started to get warmed now that you were closer to him. and he didn’t seem to mind the fact you were practically glued to him. “maybe we could watch a movie later? when you have time, of course.”

he silent nodded his head. ���i would like that.” you could hear a smile form on his face.

after your trip with him, you leap off the horse and put your bag on. you holding onto the animal for support while you put on some sneakers. coincidentally, joel place his hand on yours as you meet eyes. “hey, before you go kiddo..” he gave you a soft smile. “uh, thanks for the talk. it was short but.. i appreciate it.”

“psh. no need to thank me, dad-“ you catch yourself. no way you just said that. you put your foot back down and stomped away without looking back. hearing joel’s chuckles from behind, you wave goodbye. so embarrassing.. “i’ll see you later, joel.. looking forward to that movie night.”

[palfriendpatine66]

🚨New Chapter Alert: Found Family🚨

Chapter 3 of Found Family - the day of Qui-Gon's funeral - can be found here.

Found Family Summary: After Qui-Gon's sudden death just out of college Obi-Wan Kenobi becomes 9 year old Anakin Skywalker's foster parent. Together they find family and find themselves. I wrote this to explore the complicated, love filled parent/best friend/brother relationship Obi-Wan develops with Anakin as he raises him. This is a purely platonic/family feels fic in which they'll work through their sadness to find happiness in the family they become for each other.

[lonely-lost-soul]

All Dogs Go to Hell

(Chainsaw Man x Reader) WARNING: CHAINSAW MAN SPOILERS AHEAD

Part 1: New Hire

The air in Makima’s office was constantly suffocating it seemed to settle heavy in the lungs of those who breathed it in. For the room having two giant windows, there were only slivers of light that made its way in through the curtains. The fluorescent lights were always flickering a sickening yellow but they were always contrasted by her smiling face and hypnotic yellow eyes. She leaned on her desk, her head in the palm of her hands. When Makima posed the notion of therapy for the Devils and Hunters alike at Public Safety Kishibe was in disbelief. Not that he’d ever voice it, Makima would pick out the uncertainty in his tone and squash him like a bug. There had to be something more to this idea, when it’s Makima there always was an ulterior motive even if she feigned innocence. Kishibe had no idea what her end game was so he would have to keep a close eye on her and this so-called therapist. 

“You sure about this? The likelihood of the death of the therapist you choose would be practically guaranteed.” 

He shivered when Makima gave him a closed eye smile a dismissive laugh escaping her lips, “You worry too much Kishibe.” She leaned forward hair falling around her face as she leaned back in her chair, “Just leave this all to me.” 

Kishibe certainly didn’t like the sound of that but he kept his lips sealed shut. He hoped whoever this therapist was wouldn’t become a chess piece in Makima’s game, but noticing the redhead’s grin, whoever it was, was already considered Makima’s pawn. 

—

“Why do we have to go pick ‘em up?” Denji groaned hands deeply dug into his pockets kicking the pebbles on the ground with his foot as they walked. Aki took a drag of his cigarette letting out a low sigh, he glanced at the hybrid out of the corner of his eye. Aki wasn’t exactly thrilled about this situation either. He wasn’t sure what Makima was thinking, they didn’t need therapy at Public Safety they needed more Devil Hunters in order to kill the Gun Devil. However, he’d do whatever Makima needed of him, she was, after all, the one who held his heart.  

“Cause Makima said so, now shut your mouth they’ll be here any minute.” Aki grunted flicking his heated ashes over at Denji who growled in response.

“You dickhead-” 

“Um, excuse me?” Denji’s mouth snapped shut turning to face the person who had spoken up, much to Denji’s annoyance neither he nor Aki was considered approachable people. So he was astounded to see that it was a young woman not much older than Aki. She was carrying a briefcase and had big doe eyes, she was dressed in a black pencil skirt that snuggly hugged her hips and a white blouse that emphasized her boobs. Denji’s eyes were fixated on them and how they moved when she shuffled but she seemed focused solely on Aki, “Are you, Aki Hayakawa?” Her voice seemed to float above everyone else’s in the crowd, Denji was transfixed just how long was it till she would utter his name? 

“(Y/n) (L/n), I presume?” Aki nodded holding out his hand, “Pleasure to meet you.” 

That’s who they were meeting? This is who Makima told them to pick up? His jaw hung open lamely, watching as she took Aki’s hand within her own. Aki’s calloused palm practically engulfed her own as a dazzling smile spread across her face. Denji’s heart jumped…

Cute. 

“It’s nice to meet you too Hayakawa-san.” 

“Just Aki is fine.” 

She let out a little giggle, “okay just Aki.” 

Denji almost swooned on the spot.

She’s funny too! 

Aki just clicked his tongue and Denji could tell he was suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, whatever it was his loss “This is Denji. I’m sure Makima briefed you on him.” Finally, the attention was turned toward the chainsaw, he was grinning down at you. He was sure if he had a tail it would be wagging. 

“She has,” her lips curled into a delicate smile, “It’s nice to meet you as well Denji. It will be a pleasure working with you.” 

She was going to work with him?!

Makima really was an angel. 

What did Aki say her job was again? 

“It’ll be great working with you too!��� He said rather hurriedly, bobbing his head eagerly “What devil are you contracted with pretty lady?” Denji’s hands twitch at his side wanting nothing more than to wrap his hands around her shoulders. He watched as she tilted her head to the side humming softly, 

“Unfortunately Makima has specifically instructed me not to disclose that information. It technically falls under doctor-patient confidentiality since it’s something that allows me to perform my job correctly.” 

Those were a lot of big words but Denji didn’t care she was pretty and smart, just like Miss Makima!

“Obviously! I should’ve known!” 

Denji heard Aki’s scoff and he glowered at the Devil Hunter. 

“It’s not a problem I’m sure you’ll find out as we continue to work together.” She spoke kindly, Denji almost burst a blood vessel as Aki’s gloved hand brushed against your own trying to take the briefcase from your grip. Denji body-checked him snatching the suitcase from you, he paid no attention as Aki flailed trying to regain his balance. 

“I can carry that for you!”

“Thank you Denji I appreciate the help.” He felt her hand squeeze his arm gently, he made sure to flex his muscles in her hold. Denji face flushed red and he flashed a sharp-toothed grin at her he couldn’t believe she was touching him so willingly. 

“Careful he could give you rabies,” Aki grunted and Denji’s smile turned into a scowl, 

“THAT HAPPENED ONCE! LET IT GO!” Denji felt your hand slip from his arm and he felt himself swallow a rather pathetic whine, this asshole was ruining his chances. “I promise I don’t have rabies anymore! I had to get a shit load of shots in my ass but Miss Makima helped me get all cured up”

“You’re a Devil you didn’t need to do all that you just wanted Makima to touch your ass.” 

“No way! not true!” Denji made crossed his arms in front of his face, it looked like a big ‘X’ as he frantically waved the arms about. He frantically glanced over at the fine-ass girl beside him ready to see the pure disgust on her features but instead, she was giggling. He was shocked, Denji stole a quick glance at Aki seeing that surprise was even on his usually stoic face. 

“Makima wasn’t kidding when she said you all were an eccentric bunch!” Denji didn’t know what ‘eccentric’ meant. All he knew was when women used big words he couldn’t understand it was sexy as fuck. It sent tingles down his spine all the way to his groin and the tips of his toes, “I hope you all will take care of me,” She bowed swiftly hands clasped in front of her both men looked rather startled. Denji glanced at Aki completely at a loss for words, Aki coughed into his fist before stepping forward and bowing back. 

—

Aki Hayakawa wasn’t one for promises. He’s lost too many people in his life to ever feel secure in making promises, especially to doe-eyed girls who seemed too innocent for their own good. But he had to remember Makima hand-picked her and she allegedly had a contract with an extremely strong Devil. Aki was also suspicious about how she was eyeing Denji like there was a hint of familiarity there that neither he nor Denji could place. His tongue swiped across his teeth “You’ll be safe with us at Public Safety, we’ll make sure of it.” Aki didn’t know why he felt compelled to promise her but he did and what’s done is done. She grinned up at him and his heart skipped a beat, for the first time for someone other than Makima, her eyes were the softest (e/c) he’s ever seen. 

“Thank you so much.” She reached out taking his hand within his own once more, showing she was distinctly from two different cultures colliding into an original one of her own. Aki flushed and rubbed the back of his neck, with his other hand. For the first time in his life he hoped he didn’t reek too strongly of cigarette smoke, Aki could distinctly feel Denji’s seething eyes on their interlocked hands and he couldn’t help but give her a gentle squeeze just to further piss him off. Aki practically snarled as Denji got in between the two of them arms draping over both their shoulders, he gave the boy a nasty side-eye which he promptly ignored. 

“So…how exactly do you know Miss Makima?” Denji hummed resting his head against your shoulder, Aki felt Denji nudge her forward so he could walk by her side pushing Aki to the background. Aki’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, he took in a deep breath of air before fishing another cigarette out of his pocket. Denji was definitely not walking in the right direction of Public Safety instead he seemed more content with showing her around the city. Aki’s brow furrowed hoping Makima wouldn’t be too upset by their lateness, she did seem to have a soft spot for the Chainsaw Devil after all. Aki watched as she smiled up at Denji, after all, she never answered him, Aki had just finished placing the cancer stick in his mouth when he heard her response,

“Oh, she’s my sister.” 

The unlit cigarette fell from his mouth onto the damp concrete by his feet.

“She’s what?” Denji took his hands off her like she had bitten him, “You look nothing alike! What about genetics n’ shit!? Isn’t that a thing?” Aki watched Denji cause a scene causing many bystanders to turn their way. She shyly brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, but Aki was too focused on the way pink coated your cheeks in a way he’s never seen Makima’s. 

In comparison you two seemed so…different, you seemed almost more…human. Pain shot briefly through Aki’s skull before he shook the thought away until it was no longer in his head. Her eyes seemed to shift to Aki, going soft, 

“I was adopted, all of our siblings are.” (Y/n) explained pursing her lips slightly, a shy pink still spreading across her cheeks her eyes shifted back to Denji, “She’s always been the favorite.”

“Well, it’s not a surprise why!” Aki flinched as Denji beamed, praising Makima like the good dog he was. Forcing her to listen to the praise of her sister's accomplishments, even now living in her shadow, “Makima’s amazing, she does so much good.” Aki analyzed (y/n)’s reaction with steady eyes. Her genuine smile seemed to turn, eyes dulling slightly, did she not agree with Denji’s blatant praise? He supposed it would make sense, siblings don’t always get along especially when someone was siblings with someone like Makima. “Not that you don’t or anything,” Denji hurriedly added, “you’re like hot as fuck so you must be as good-hearted as Makima!” 

“You’re very sweet Denji but hotness doesn’t always equal goodness.” Her voice cut into his ramblings like a knife into fresh vegetables Denji’s mouth snapped shut as he frowned. Aki didn’t say a word just continued to watch her speak, her voice scarily serious, “That scale is illogical according to many studies. Have you ever heard of implicit bias?” She turned to look at him over her shoulder, and Denji shook his head rather rapidly. “Implicit bias can be difficult to grasp so tell me if you’re still confused okay?” She clapped her hands in front of her face, once more Aki watched Denji nod dumbly, if he had a tail it would be wagging even though he was unhappy with her just moments ago. 

“Yes ma’am!” Denji saluted and Aki could’ve sworn he heard him bark afterward but even that weirdness didn’t deter her from explaining. 

“Implicit bias is a form of bias that occurs automatically and unintentionally, that nevertheless affects judgments, decisions, and behaviors.” She explained while moving her hands, “Do you know what that means?” 

“Yes!” Denji shouted raising his hands in the air, 

“Give me an example!” 

“I can’t! I lied!”

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” Aki grunted and she shot him a dissatisfied look, he didn’t know why that look made him flush but it did. 

“It’s okay, remember what I said earlier about attractiveness not always equaling goodness? That’s a perfect example of implicit biases, they’re dangerous because they can then slip into stereotyping different cultures or groups of people.” 

Aki watched Denji blink a few times, “so…” Denji started, “what you’re sayin’ is I shouldn’t blindly trust all hot women?” 

“Exactly! Good job Denji! I’m so proud of you!” 

Aki watched red spread across Denji’s face all the way up to the very tips of his ears. His pupils dilated going fuzzy and soft, Aki made a revolted face knowing the thoughts Denji was thinking were anything but pure. You would have your hand's full playing therapist with Denji that’s for sure, at least he didn’t have to work with you. 

—

When they arrived back at Public Safety you almost laughed at the face Aki made when Makima handed him his therapy schedule. Denji was still clinging to you like a spider monkey looking between you and Makima like he was trying to figure out how the two of you fit together in a family system while you both looked and acted nothing alike. 

“Makima I really insist.” Aki stressed as he tried to shove the paper back toward Makima, “I don’t need a therapist. No disrespect to your profession, I’m sure you do your job exceptionally well.” 

“None taken.”  

You knew from your studies that if people didn’t want help, they won’t be receptive to it. That didn’t mean you’d give up on Aki, but he would definitely need to warm up to the idea of you being here. You watched as your sister smiled over at the man spreading her hands across the front of her desk as she moved to lean upon it. “Aki have I ever not done right by you?” You watched the black hair man tense and shake his head. “Then trust me and trust (y/n) she won’t have you do anything you don’t want to do,” Makima hummed holding out a gentle hand in your direction. “Plus you need it after Himeno’s passing.”

“Makima if Aki doesn’t want to participate you shouldn’t make him. He should come on his own, I’m here to provide reprieve and assistance only to those who want it.” You interrupted before she could share more of Aki’s personal business in front of others. The air in the office grew cold, and you felt a hard tug in your chest. Neither of the men seemed to notice but you shot a look at your sister who was only smiling tersely, the tether snapped immediately as you opened your mouth to speak once more, “But even so if you deem it mandatory then he has to at least show up for our sessions and I’ll do my duty to work with him.” The look on Aki’s face was almost comical, the way his nose scrunched in displeasure lines of frustration appearing on his face, but he only nodded in Makima’s direction. 

“I’m glad you changed your mind,” Makima smiled “This will be a good thing have faith in me.”

“I always do.” Aki rushed to speak up soft pink warming on his pale cheeks, you hummed in curiosity. 

“Good. I trust you’ll give these to Power as well. Denji I’m trusting you with your own copy. Don’t lose it.” 

“Yes ma’am!” 

“Good boy.” She beamed cat-like eyes lighting up in delight, it seemed it was now Denji’s turn to flush he was much more noticeable. 

‘Responds well to praise no matter how degrading.’ You mentally commented, he needed better coping skills we will need to dig deeper into that-

“Since I’m so good can I touch your boobs?” 

You weren’t one to be caught off guard, not when your job is to work alongside humans and Devils through counsel. But hearing Denji ask that so blatantly had you flushing red and blinking rapidly, no one seemed to notice but Aki, “It’s a normal occurrence don’t worry about it. Makima doesn’t mind.” You looked up at him pursing your lips, you brought your voice to a whisper as Makima giggled responding to the question. 

“Aki it doesn’t matter if it’s ‘normal’ or not. That’s abnormal coping behavior that Makima is encouraging.” You frowned cheeks still red, “there is no such thing as a consensual workplace relationship. Most of the time it’s an incredibly toxic environment, especially when someone in power, like Makima, talks to someone easily manipulated like Denji. There should be no sexual rewards period.” Aki looked at you like a deer in headlights, “It’s just what Denji responds well to.” He tilted his head reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder, “but I guess that’s why you’re here huh? To work with us and help us find those better mechanisms.” He glanced down at you and you felt yourself get swallowed by those eyes, 

‘What did you just say about Denji’s behvaior?’ The superego part of you brian scolded, while the id filled your thoughts with Aki’s eyes in other less-than-innocent situations. You willed yourself not to flush, 

‘You’re only human.’ The id purred,

‘Admiring him will never hurt anyone,’ Your ego served to remind you, settling your nerves.

“You’re right,” You smiled shyly back “Thank you, Aki.” He seemed to blink in surprise at your genuineness, “I promise I won’t let any of you down!” Your smile turned more honest grasping at his hand and pulling them to your chest, Aki’s cheeks turned a dark shade of red. 

“Alright, alright…I believe you. Calm down…” 

“(Y/n).” Makima’s voice lacerated through the air like a butcher with a machete, you stood straight looking at your sister dead in the eyes. “Your office will be here at Public Safety in room 210A, I was going to have your room here as well but the more I thought about it the more I realized having you down there with all those Devil’s might not be ideal for my sweet sister.” 

“She can live with us!” Denji’s hand shot up into the air wiggling his fingers, “We have another bedroom!” 

“Don’t just invite people to live with us!” Aki snapped striking Denji on the top of his head with his fist, “Plus that extra room is my bedroom, you bastard!” “Don’t worry Aki I know your home is full.” Makima sighed softly “I’ve set her up with Kobeni for the time being until we can come up with another solution or another space opens up.” Denji grumbled about this being totally unfair and that you and Power should switch places because you actually had a nice rack on you, you weren’t insulted by the comment but it was something you would work with him on. “In the meantime…tomorrow Denji you will take (Y/n) to meet Power and then officially start your training with Kishibe. She will be there to observe how it goes, and grasp a better understanding of what it’s like here. Aki make sure you get them here on time.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

“Good,” Makima smiled, “Aki, Denji you’re dismissed. (Y/n) we need to discuss a little bit more of your job here.” 

“Sounds good.”

“It was nice meeting you! See you tomorrow!” Denji chirped brightly, “Make sure you root for me and not Power!” 

“Will do!” You tossed your head back with a slight giggle, “Sleep well Denji you too Aki! Have very pleasant dreams.”

“I will! And they’ll be of you!” 

“Shut up already you pervert.” Aki snapped shoving Denji through the door, as soon as they left you heard the distinct sound of a lock clicking behind them. You turned around facing Makima a frown on your features she sat down on her desk, legs crossing over one another other foot bouncing in the air. 

“So what’s your plan here?” You asked head held high in the air, “You’ve got quite the business going on here. Killing rouge Devil’s what’s your aim?” Makima said nothing in response only tilting her head to the side, 

“Tell me sister what you think the Conquest Devil wants?” 

“They’re barely adults.” 

“And what do you know about human aging?” 

“Makima.” You hissed, “What are you getting at? The stink of pain and death permeates this place; coating it like a blanket.” It was the first time Makima’s moldable smile fell off her features nose scrunching up unpleasantly. 

“Of course, you’d notice that.” 

“I am Death.” You stalked towards her standing in between her legs, her hands found your waist resting them there. Pale fingers drumming against your hip bones in a way she used to do growing up, “I’m not afraid of you,” 

“Ah yes, the glorious Death Devil who does not fear anyone or anything. Except that, for some reason, she feels the need to masquerade herself as a human.” 

“Takes one to know one.” You scoffed, “running an organization slaughtering rouge Devils while being one themselves.” Makima tilted her head to the side red hair framing her face in a way that always has men swooning. 

“You’re working for me now so what does that make you?” 

“One of the good ones. I’m helping people.” 

“Well see if that continues here,” Makima stated bluntly, “We lose many people and I know how attached you can get.” You tossed your head back and laughed pulling away from Makima grabbing your briefcase, 

“I’m empathetic what can I say, every life matters.” 

“Not every life.” 

“That’s where we differ sister, while I’m here I will be saving everyone I can.” 

“Is that a challenge?” 

“You know as well as I do as soon as you summoned me here you had a plan already in motion.” 

“That’s why you’re my favorite.” 

“It’s why you’re my least.” You kissed your teeth, watching as Makima only smiled wider at your response. Makima soon laughed and you were left smiling at one another, pure malice rippling just under the surface of those smiles. Darkness began to surround Makima licking at her cheeks while the light in the room created a bright halo above your head. A knock on the office store made the dark shapes snap back behind Makima and the lock clicked open.

“Enter."

[yelenasgreenvest]

Found Family Oneshot (Witcher Tv Series)

Geralt of Rivia, the renowned Witcher, sat in his study, surrounded by dusty tomes and aged manuscripts. Yennefer of Vengerberg, his powerful sorceress companion, sat nearby, her eyes intently scanning the pages of a spellbook. They had settled down in a humble cottage, nestled in the heart of a peaceful forest, creating a home for themselves and a sanctuary for Ciri, the young princess with extraordinary powers.

Ever since they had found each other, their lives had been filled with adventure and danger. But now, in this little corner of the world, they reveled in the simple joys of everyday life. Yennefer's magic adorned the cottage with enchantments, making it warm and welcoming. Geralt, despite his gruff exterior, found solace in the mundane tasks of chopping wood and mending fences. And Ciri, their beloved ward, brought light and laughter to their lives.

On this particular day, however, Ciri had grown restless. The walls of the cottage seemed to close in on her, and her heart yearned for exploration. "I'm going for a walk in the woods," she declared, eyes shining with excitement.

Yennefer looked up from her book, concern etched on her face. "Be careful, Ciri. Don't wander too far."

"I'll be fine, Yen," Ciri replied, flashing a mischievous grin. "I've got the best protectors in the world."

Geralt nodded, his golden eyes filled with fatherly affection. "We'll keep an eye out for you, little one. But remember, danger can lurk in the most unexpected places."

With that, Ciri set off into the sprawling forest, her footsteps light and full of anticipation. She roamed among the trees, listening to the songs of birds and the rustle of leaves under her feet. Time passed quickly, and as the sun began to set, a feeling of unease crept into Yennefer's heart.

"She's been gone for quite a while," Yennefer murmured, her voice filled with worry. "What if something happened?"

Geralt stood up, his sword strapped to his back. "I'll go find her," he said firmly. "Stay here, Yen."

Yennefer nodded, her anxiety growing by the second. As minutes turned into what felt like hours, her imagination conjured up countless dangers lurking in the forest. She couldn't bear the thought of losing Ciri, the precious girl they had come to love as their own.

Just as despair threatened to overtake her, a sound broke through the silence—a triumphant, joyous whoop that sent Yennefer's heart racing. She looked up to see Ciri swinging down from the trees, her face beaming with a mixture of exhilaration and relief.

"I'm back!" Ciri exclaimed, landing gracefully in front of Yennefer.

Yennefer's eyes filled with tears of both relief and joy. She pulled Ciri into a tight embrace, unable to find words to express her relief. Geralt appeared soon after, his stoic expression melting away into a rare smile.

"Ciri," Geralt said, his voice filled with both relief and reproach, "You had us worried sick."

Ciri's cheeks flushed, and she cast her gaze downwards. "I'm sorry, Geralt, Yennefer. I didn't mean to worry you. I just wanted to explore and have an adventure."

Yennefer knelt down, placing a gentle hand on Ciri's cheek. "Oh, my dear child, we understand. But you must remember, you're not alone anymore. We love you, and we'llalways worry about your safety."

Geralt stepped forward, his voice filled with warmth. "You're a part of our family now, Ciri. We'll always be here for you, no matter what. And adventures are best when we face them together."

Ciri's eyes welled up with tears, but this time they were tears of happiness. She threw her arms around Geralt and Yennefer, hugging them tightly. "I love you both," she whispered.

"We love you too, Ciri," Yennefer whispered back, her voice choked with emotion.

In that moment, surrounded by the love and warmth of her found family, Ciri realized the depth of their affection. She no longer felt alone or adrift in the world. With Geralt and Yennefer by her side, she had found a home—a place where she was cherished and protected.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the cottage, the three of them stood together, their bond stronger than ever. And as the night settled in, they returned to their cozy home, their hearts brimming with love, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

[naturewivesmybeloved]

Guys, despite having numerous wip fics I’m thinking of writing a hermitcraft fic where they’re all hybrids and it focusing on the various found family dynamics (flock for avians, pyre’s for blaze born, herds for deer sheep and goats, etc.) what do y’all think? Would there be interest?

[slayerkid]

Tim goes to the mall with Jason fic

Note: I was originally gonna make this more shitposty with Jason ditching Tim just to play like arcade games with Roy or something but then the more I thought about it, the more similarities I found between Jason and Tim with like mundane stuff. So like I changed the premise a little bit lol. So enjoy something more wholesome!

Also not beta read, we die like Jason Todd-

Tim wanted to go to the bookstore that's in one of the local malls because he also gotta pick up stuff from an online order he has from Hot Topic

Jason was still readjusting to living in the manor again after coming back from the dead

Alfred knows that there's still some distance and some tension between the Jason and Tim due to at this point in time, Jason is still hurt by the fact that he still feels like he got replaced

Alfred wants the two boys to get along and came up with an idea to at least be an ice breaker to get them both talking to one another

Tim asked Alfred if he could go with him to the mall. Because Alfred is good company to have around just in general.

Alfred used this as an opportunity to get Jason and Tim to spend time together while also making homemade pizza because it's been a while

Alfred tells Tim that he's not able to because he's gonna make something for brunch and told Tim to ask Jason to go with him instead

Tim was reluctant to do so and was mentally rescheduling to go some other day

Alfred saw the look on Tim's face meant that he was going to reschedule so he sent a text message to Jason saying that Tim wanted to talk to him

Alfred let Tim know that he Told Jason

Tim mentally groaned so it meant he actually had to go talk to Jason now because he didn't wanna upset Alfred

Jason got the text and was surprised to see that Alfred texted him just to let him know that Tim of all people wanted to talk to him and not Bruce this time

He was a little uneasy due to him not really making the best first impression on Tim, nor did he at first even like Tim. So we was wondering how this convo would even go

Tim reluctantly knocks on the door and Jason answers moments later

Tim: Soooo uhh... I need a ride to the mall to pick up some online orders. Also gonna need a ride back home and... Alfred said to ask you since he's gonna be busy...

Jason had a blank expression to the perspective of Tim and wasn't sure if Jason was gonna be rude to him.

Jason: Oh uh sure Tim. I don't mind, though uh my only ride is a motorcycle so bring a bag that whatever you're picking up won't fly away.

Tim blinked and it suddenly hit him that Jason had a motorcycle. He shyly nodded his head and went to grab his things.

Jason told Tim as a heads up that he'd meet Tim in the living room after he got ready.

Tim reluctantly grabbed his black & red tote bag (it ain't no dollar store one, this one of them expensive tote bags) as well as his wallet. He also checked if the phone in his pocket was mostly charged.

Luckily this time his battery percentage was 87. Last time he went out with a 35% battery life, Batman and Nightwing crashed a local bowling alley, thinking that Mad Hatter had something to do with it. Tim to this day, still doesn't get where they got that idea from nor never cared. But that's a different story for another day-

Alfred noticed Jason was sitting there on the couch waiting for Tim to show up. The old man couldn't help but smile at seeing that Jason seems to want to get along with Tim

Alfred up his hand on Jason's shoulder

Alfred: Master Jason, just remember to ease up. I'm sure Master Tim will warm up to you as long as you're willing to get to know him.

Jason appreciated Alfred's words and thanked him.

Soon after, Tim walked into the living room

Tim: Okay um, I'm ready Jason

Jason: Alright then we'll be off then

Both boys got to the garage and Jason walked over to his motorcycle

The older brother gave the younger brother a spare motorcycle helmet

Jason: Here. You'll need it. Well, uh just in case we crash or something but don't worry big bro Jason knows what he's doing

Jason slightly cringed at referring to himself as an older brother but at the same time, he enjoyed the thought of being an older brother. Someone who could depend on him for just familial reasons, no crime fighting or anything, just stuff outside of that

Tim wore the helmet and made sure to wear the tote bag handle around his shoulder

Jason meanwhile sat on the bike, took out his keys and started up the engine.

Tim sat right behind Jason

Jason: Make sure to hold on tight there. Don't want ya flying away now!

Tim did end up holding onto Jason tighter after hearing that

Jason pressed the button on his keychain to open the garage door and they headed off

Tim's expectation of Jason's driving was definitely subverted. He expected Jason to speed a lot, but in reality the older brother went at a normal pace.

He expected something more rowdy given the well, to put it lightly, rough first impression the younger had of Jason.

Jason riding his motorcycle put him more at ease. Which he still kept what Alfred told him in mind.

Once they got to the parking lot, Jason parked next to a bike rack and turned off the engine.

Jason: Alright, we're here

Jason took out the security cable and attached the motorcycle to the bike rack

Tim was about to say something about that but decided not to. I mean he does know that Jason of all people probably has more security on that bike than a normal person would anyways.

He's not wrong, Jason has several security mechanics on that bike. Never again would he ever let a motorcycle of his get stolen like back when he was 17, with the League of Assassins

Definitely was one of those times Jason had to make a believable lie to Ra's al Ghul that he didn't just experience a robbery

He still wonders if he actually fooled that old man

Anyways, Jason added a bunch of advance tech into his bike that ensured that no one would ever steal it. From the basics like an alarm system to the bike literally shocking the thief they try to mess with the bike or move it

It's Gotham, it's definitely happened before where Jason comes back and sees a thief or two on the ground next to his bike

He definitely didn't put as much voltage as he did if not even more and somehow still non-lethal with the symbol on his armor for when he's out as Red Hood

Jason let Tim lead the way since he never actually asked where Tim needed to go.

Also this mall is actually a lot more different the last time he's briefly been here with Dick a few months back

Tim was not exactly sure if Jason would even judge him or not for shopping at hot topic

Like yeah Jason's aesthetic sometimes kinda fits with Hot Topic, but Tim never saw anything that would indicate that Jason shopped there or was fine with it

The two brothers walked into Hot Topic and Tim walked up to one of the empty registers to ask for his pick up order

The cashier asked Tim for the order number on the email, which Tim easily brought up the number on his phone

Jason looked around the store, which Tim noticed

At first Tim expected Jason to say he didn't like the store but to his surprise again, Jason actually liked the store

Jason: It's been like forever since I last time was at a Hot Topic. Glad to see the place hasn't changed much. I should probably get a few things more often to have more stuff in the closet.

The younger brother felt really glad knowing that Jason has actually been to Hot Topic before

Jason: That reminds me, I need to rebuy some stuff cuz they uh... no longer fit me anymore. God I was so tiny back then.

Jason offered to give him his old hot topic shirts he had when he was 13. Which Tim accepted the offer and now wondered what Jason used to wear

The cashier from earlier comes back and gives Tim his order which were essentially Sanro and Jojo shirts

The cashier made sure the receipt and the typical $15 off coupon per $30 spent were in the bag. And wished the two a good day

Tim wrapped the bag up and put it inside his tote bag

Tim said that's all he needed and that he also wanted to look at some stuff in Barnes and Noble

Jason asked Tim if they could stay a bit longer just so he could rebuy some shirts and some new stuff as well

Tim agreed and witnessed Jason just walking through the store

Jason would pick out shirts from bands like Sum 41, Green Day, The 5.6.7.8’s, and Lunachicks

What made Tim get excited when he saw Jason look over a My Chemical Romance shirt

Tim couldn't help but ask Jason if he's listened to the band. Which Jason actually confirms he does listen to

Jason: Oh MCR? Yup I've listened to their songs back then, been listening since they started. It's crazy how well known they are these days.

Tim started talking to Jason more about other music groups that they both surprisingly had in common.

There's a few ones Jason never heard of but was willing to listen to when they go back home

Jason was actually glad that it's working out so far, he's actually able to have a conversation about their shared interests

Right before Jason went to go pay for the shirts he would end up buying, he saw Tim look at the pins bin. Who was eyeing a Sanrio bi pride pin

Jason offered to pay for the pin Tim was looking at but Tim semi panicked and tried acting like he wasn't looking at a pin to buy

Jason insisted to place the pin on the counter for him to buy, but Tim placed a different pin to what he was actually looking at. In hopes that Jason didn't see

Jason quietly exhailed through his nose and switched the pin that was on the counter with the exact bi pride pin Tim was looking at

Tim tried to calm down since he was concerned that Jason would judge him and be back at square one with Jason

However Jason reassured Tim that he accepts him

Jason: Don't worry kiddo, there's no shame with being yourself. If ya want me to keep it from Bruce and the others, I will.

Tim was really glad that Jason accepted him for being bi.

He hasn't really come out yet to everyone so he appreciated even more that Jason wasn't gonna tell anyone

Though Tim wouldn't be too surprised if Dick picked up on it

Jason paid for the stuff and the two went to Barnes and Noble

Tim was a lot more comfortable after that and essentially walked around each aisle for books that peeked his interest

Jason found it funny to see Tim walk around the bookstore being really excited to look at books

It reminded him of doing the same thing back then when he dragged Bruce around to help him pick out some books

Jason saw Tim pick up a book that he very much recognized and enjoyed a lot, Pride and Prejudice

Jason: You know, I actually have that book. I'll actually lend you the book if you actually wanna read it

Tim: Wait you actually read books to!? Ah wait that came out wrong I mean-

Jason laughed

Jason: No harm done, I knew what you meant. 'Guess it is surprising for me to be into book reading given that, well, I wouldn't say we met on "good terms".

Jason talked to Tim about books that he's read and how he'd eventually start frequenting the library with Bruce or Alfred accompanying him

Jason also talked about how he enjoyed Jane Austen's other works besides Pride and Prejudice, which Tim eagerly listen to

Tim enjoyed hearing Jason talk about an author that he never considered reading about

After their conversation around the store, Tim caught a glimpse of a book he's never heard of, Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

Fun Fact: Wuthering Heights was adapted into a movie a few times. And in the 2009 mini tv series version, the actor who plays Heathcliff (a major character in the book), would actually go on to later play Bane in Batman: The Dark Knight Rises.

Jason recalled reading some of that book but never got to finish it. He did give Tim a heads up that the book is being told from two different generations with the same names, so to keep that in mind if he was gonna buy it to not be confused

What Jason has said about the book, without spoiling anything, had interested Tim so he decided he was gonna buy it alongside the 6th volume of JoJo part 4

Tim gladly bought the books and put them inside his tote bag, which started to fill up. Didn't help that Jason also had his stuff in that bag

The two walked around the mall a little more and the two stumbled upon an arcade called Round One

Tim saw that Jason seemed interested in wanting to check the place out so he asked Jason if he'd like to check the place out

Jason was reluctant to but he'll admit, it's been forever since he's been to an arcade and this was a new one that seemed to pop up while he was kinda dead, so he accepted

The two walk in and Jason saw how different the claw machines were compared to the ones he's used to

Tim explained to Jason that those crane games were imported from Japan, which Jason was surprised to hear that they imported these claw machines

Though it didn't surprise him too much since he did recognize that some of the prizes were typically characters from anime or other Japanese mascots

Tim looked over the claw machines and dragged Jason to a claw machine that had a Pompurin plush as the prize

Tim looked at the counter on the claw and saw it was at 8, so he took out his game card and swiped his credits into the machine

Jason looked over Tim's determined face and back to the claw machine

The claw popped open and immediately closed onto the plush, thus winning Tim the plush

Tim gave the plush to Jason, telling him that it's for him

Jason tried holding back a smile but it seemed through

Tim: See it as a thank you present from what you bought me at Hot Topic

Jason thanked Tim and looked over the plush

He'll admit, it looks cute though he'd probably shock a few people if they see this sitting in his room somewhere

Though he doesn't mind because it's a gift from Tim

Jason looked at a specific spot on the plush

Jason: Uh Tim...

Tim: Yeah Jason?

Jason: Why does this plush have an asshole sewed on?

And then Tim saw Hatsune Miku

Jason was still questioning it as Tim started talking about the Hatsune Miku arcade machine and how to play the game

Jason found it a bit difficult to keep up with the notes, then again, he'd probably figure it out if he just played it enough times

Tim had him play the Disappearance of Hatsune Miku on hard mode right off the bat

Jason freaked out at how quick the notes went BUT he managed with an 83%

Never had Jason thought that he'd need to look at the notes and reaction time the same way he does as Red Hood

He'll eventually get Tim back for that

Eventually

Then lastly Tim brought Jason over to the mini food court section of round 1 and they got that $1 ice cream

Tim ordered strawberry

Jason ordered cookies and cream

Jason did advise Tim to not really get anything passed the ice cream just because Alfred was making pizza at home

Jason checked the time and said that he and Tim might as well eat the ice cream while heading back to the parking lot

The two brothers walked out of the arcade and headed to the parking lot while eating their ice creams

By the time they got there, there was already a thug attempting to steal Jason's bike

Jason stopped Tim before he would do anything and just smugly looked at the thief while finishing up his ice cream

Jason: Just watch Timbo

Seconds later the thief got electrocuted and knocked unconscious

Jason chuckled

Jason: Works like a charm

Tim: Uh shouldn't we do something about that???

Jason: I got it, don't worry

Jason proceeds to handcuff the thief to the bike rack and took out a notepad saying "This guy tried stealing a motorcycle, your welcome - Red Hood and Robin"

He took out a batarang that would alert the GCPD and put it right next to the note

Tim gave a confused look at Jason

Jason: What? Doesn't 'he' advise you to keep the utility belt on ya at all times?

Tim: I mean- yeah you're right. Let's go before the cops show up

Jason: Couldn't have said it better myself

The two put on their helmets and drove off

The ride back home went smoothly as well

For the most part, both brothers actually had a lot of fun spending time together for once

They never thought they'd share anything in common, but in fact they have

Alfred heard a knock on the door and saw that Jason and Tim came back just in time

Alfred made 3 pizzas with half being BBQ chicken and Hawaiian piza

Yes Tim will die on that Hawaiian pizza hill

Jason asked Alfred if Bruce was in the batcave yet, which Alfred said yes and also Dick was down there too

Jason made the best impulsive decision yet

Jason: How about we make those two eat as well?

The older brother didn't even wait for Tim to respond and just took a whole pizza down to the batcave

Tim: Um Jason, are you sure Bruce won't get mad?

Jason: Nah. Done this a few times with him and he sometimes just couldn't help it. The guy may seem cold when he's being Batman, but the dude is a sucker with spending family time

Tim didn't have time to object so he just quickly went to grab the paper plates in one of the cupboards and ran back to Jason's side

Alfred followed behind the two brothers, who happily took the rest of the pizzas down to the batcave

Jason carefully walked down the stairs and essentially announced himself to Bruce and Dick

Jason: I don't care what's going on, we're eating pizza right now!

Dick and Bruce were surprised by Jason's sudden change but welcomed it when they also saw that Tim was with Jason, who was on the verge of laughing

Dick: Jaybird, you are lucky that we are just dealing with figuring out what Calendar man is gonna do in a couple weeks right now

Bruce couldn't help but be happy to see Jason get out of his shell for a bit and especially getting along with his younger brother

This gave Bruce hope that Jason will stay on the right path for himself

They all dug into the pizza

Dick grabbing slices from both the BBQ chicken and Hawaiian

Jason grabbing just the BBQ

Meanwhile both Bruce and Tim got Hawaiian

Alfred was enjoying his tea, knowing that his plan worked

[theficlistpodcast]

😬😭

[oceangirl24]

Shades of Love: A Shondrey Collection

Family is what you make it and with whom you make it.

A collection of drabbles, double drabbles, and slice of life moments with the family they found.

I resisted this for a long time but eventually was enabled to join these color prompts by the wonderful @mikaharuka and @udaberriwrites .

The name Shondrey (Shawn, Jon, and Audrey) comes from @mrsmungus who gave this little family their name. She was also the one to coin Jondrey (Jon and Audrey's ship name). This is quite an honor for me as she writes another favorite family of mine Tiva (Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David) and Tivali (Tony, Ziva, Tali).

Many thanks to my friends for making these possible.

Read on:

AO3 FFN

[feralracoonfightingforabagel]

Anyone know of any found family fanfics or books bc that's my genre I love to read right now and I can't find anything.

[talesofsonicasura]

Song of Hearts

Games are made with the purpose of entertaining all. Sometimes a peculiar title can lead to unexpected developments if done right.

I decided to take a different dive into fandoms this time. A creepy flavored one. Yep. Reader insert with a Creepypasta. Completely platonic one as the story in question involves Ben Drowned.

For those who don't know, it was originally a Creepypasta about a N64 copy of Majora's Mask being haunted by a 12 year kid named Ben who drowned under suspicious circumstances. His form being the Link Statue when you play the Elegy of Emptiness. This can be read gender neutral or preferred gender. Enjoy!

Games, games, games. A pastime enjoyed and even cherished for many across the world. Taking the form of boards, cards, words, video to even joke games. All have brought enjoyment and equal amounts hilarity for every player. It's a rarity to find stores that don't sell a game of some kind, not even grocery stores were immune.

Games are always meant to bring joy...if respected properly. Just like school tests, delvers of code often plague this particular activity like rats to an open fridge. And videogames were their favorite playground.

Earnest archivist who wish to preserve old game code inside emulators or data storages. Data miners that look for hidden content and share their finds with all. Then the infamous hackers who can make a player's experience hell or rarely heaven.

Someone will always delve deep into a game unfairly. Yet, what would happen if one videogame wasn't like the others? An item that happily brings misfortune to those who abuse the rules. Data with a mean spirit of its own.

It was a surprisingly warm winter day. The birds were singing, flowers slowly gaining life and... "DAMN IT!" For you to lose your mind at another failure. It had only been two years since the Grand Archive became an established website for gamers all across the world.

A place to play all sorts of games specifically those from old consoles with some such examples being N64 and even the Amiga! Your greatest project as an archivist and videogame lover to this day. Despite the current problem aiming a big fat middle finger with cruelty that could match Satan.

After uploading the Lemmings trilogy to the Grand Archive, you decided the next game to upload would be the original Legend of Zelda Majora's Mask for the N64. Nintendo franchises were a bit infamous to get ahold of especially games as old as this one. These precious cartridges were either stuck in the hands of scalpers that wanted insane prices or sellers who troll people once they get the cash.

Kirby and the Crystal Shards had been a nightmare to get for your website as the buyer's psycho neighbor was an insane Entitled Parent Karen fusion. All the slurs fired and fucking knife waved all willy nilly from her made quite a scary spectacle. Especially since it was a game not meant for a two year old baby!

Still a sweet victory for you in the end as Kirby became apart of the archive and the psycho got arrested. Anyway, adding any games from popular franchises is usually uncommon due to rarity or difficulty. You figured since Ocarina of Time had been added, so should the sequel. Thus the dilemma at hand.

Every copy of Majora's Mask you stumbled upon so far were either overpriced, bad condition (got a console to check efficiency), or a scam. This was the 5th bust so far. Any donations set up were for actual emergencies as you actually had a well paying job in the form of freelance programming.

All the games bought for the site was from hard earned cash. Taking a deep breath, you decided to make some tea for your nerves. Anger wasn't going to accomplish anything. Now you lived alone in a nice small apartment with pretty decent neighbors.

Well, except for Mindy and her entitled brat Velma who live three doors down. Fuck those two spectacularly. The apartment complex didn't come with a postal service so you had to visit the post office for mail.

The sound of knocking suddenly filled the silence. It was the soft yet the sound felt so...eerie. Almost as if death was standing outside the door with scythe ready at hand. You put down your cup of tea and quietly stalked over.

Peering through the small peephole, it didn't seem like anyone was there. This didn't stop you from grabbing the pocket knife hidden in the drawer by the door. Better safe than sorry, even if it was possibly a ding dong ditch. With a firm hand, you opened to the door to nothing.

At least not until looking down towards the floor. Right there was a small package set neatly before the door. Small enough to be easily missed if not for the box's brilliant green wrapping paper topped by a gold ribbon. You couldn't help but peer your head at the halls around you.

There wasn't anybody in sight or any sign of a door opening. Almost if a ghost came by and left this 'gift'. You took the package inside keeping your knife close just in case. After a moment of scrutinization, it was deemed safe enough to open.

There were many things you expected to be inside the package. A snake, bug or something foul for a surprise gift. To see what had to be a copy of the N64's Legend of Zelda Majora's Mask wasn't it. You couldn't believe your eyes nor feel even more uncomfortable.

No one should've known where you lived much less the item you were searching! It felt too convenient and that's a huge red flag on it's own. "Okay. Emergency Nintendo 64 now." When it comes to scanning videogame cartridges or disks, spare consoles tend to be vital.

This mainly stemmed from bugged ports or illegal hacks that could potentially destroy a system. In this case, you gotten two spares per an old console as you knew a good bloke who could fix them for a great deal. The cartridge was carefully inserted into the console akin to defusing an active bomb. You didn't trust it one damn bit.

After a few minutes of loading, the title screen to Nintendo's most popular rush job appeared on your old vintage TV. Despite that, the graphics so far look really nice for an old game but functionality was more important. Going past the title screen you were half surprised to see a file was already made.

The file named Ben had everything available up to the current point being Stone Tower on the Third Day specifically an hour before the moon crashes. An impressive feat honestly as you know Ikana Canyon was infamous around the Zelda community for being a common drop-off. Both on creepiness and difficulty.

"Whoever you are Ben, you must be one hell of a gamer. I don't know how this cartridge even got here but I hope you at least manage to beat the game once." There wasn't any reason to delete the file as old games like this had multiple save files. Plus messing with Ben's file just felt wrong for your tastes.

Making a new game under the name Link, it was time to see how this cartridge played. You weren't going add it onto the Grand Archive though. The circumstances behind the appearance are too suspicious and you weren't ruining your greatest project. It'll be a personal copy for comparing purposes or just playing.

You wouldn't lie but that mysterious Majora's Mask game runs very good despite it's age. Been playing it for about two weeks and everything was almost lifelike compared to any other copy. The characters had more personality in models even when not talking. It responded perfectly to your controller inputs better than any modern game. Overall, everything felt perfect. Although you weren't going to upload on the archive for one normal reason and two odd reasons.

Already found an extra copy of Majora's Mask to upload during those two weeks. The first oddity is the characters would often call you Ben instead of your character's name Link. Not really an issue since it was a harmless glitch.

The second oddity is where the creepiness really sets in. In Majora's Mask, there's an important song you learn to enter the Stone Tower called the Elegy of Emptiness. Depending on Link's form, it would produce a statue which can be placed on switches. Why point this out? You were quietly being stalked by one of those statues.

The statue in question was the very creepy Link one. Off-putting smile and all. It would always be hidden somewhere in the background as you played. Only players with eagle eyes could find kind of spots too. You couldn't forget that you hadn't even unlocked the song yet?

At this point, either someone programmed one hell of an AI or the game is legitimately haunted. You were leaning towards the latter but the possible ghost hadn't been hostile really. All they been doing was watching your progress and messed with the names a bit. Harmless mischief really.

If you really own a haunted cartridge, then might as well be friendly to the ghost. More proof later popped up when bidding the spirit goodbye before turning off the console. You nearly jump as the Ben save file now read 'Hello. :)' when entering the game.

Apparently the specter was quite the character. Ever since you discovered the game was haunted, you sorta made friends with Ben. It seemed like he was stuck in the Link statue as it was the only character that pops up where he shouldn't be.

Considering this was Zelda of all games, Link being followed by a statue of himself didn't feel that weird. Ben interacted with you in three different ways within the game. He would follow the player's character similar to how a party moves in RPGs. Well, with a bunch of teleporting when offscreen as Epona often left him in the dust.

Ben could be helpful as he would either appear on switches you need to press or at places where you need to go for particular quests. And he can be a huge troll. Often popping up in your face without warning or make you die by blocking your jumps over bottomless pits.

Fuck the time he decided to replace every NPC in Clocktown with Gibdos. "Ben, you ass!" Skull Kid's laughter rain about as you had Link chase after the fleeing statue. Overall, it felt like living with a mischievous little brother more than anything.

Although there was one place he always avoided in the game. The laundry pool. A small area in Clock Town with little importance other than getting a few masks from the townsfolk. You never saw him pop up there as he always waited outside for Link.

It didn't take long to put the pieces together. Ben had drowned but something was seriously off. How did he get into the game if he drowned??? Only way it could happen was... You couldn't help but go cold at the possiblity of murder as the chance of it being ritualistic was high.

There are sickos in the world who had their noses deep into the occult. Always wondering what they can do. Yet, Ben could've died with the game on him and went inside afterwards. Poltergeists automatically attach themselves to their prize possessions upon death. In the end, it was his story to tell and you'll respect that.

Today was gonna be a shitty day. Your hot water hadn't been working for a few days and the apartment's handyman is currently sick. The package which had a copy of Megaman X got stolen. And some asshole nearly uploaded a virus onto your Grand Archive cause you didn't support NFTs.

Ben luckily eased up on his pranks knowing how bad the week has been. You currently had a migraine and just ran out of headache medicine too. It was obvious to head to the store leaving Ben to watch his cartoons on the laptop so he wouldn't get bored.

The Link Statue just needed the title screen on in order to appear. A habit that honestly punched your electric bill but you didn't really care. Paying extra per month was worth Ben having some semblance of a routine outside the game.

That moment of peace immediately shattered as you had open the door only to meet your bitch neighbor and spoiled ass brat. "What the hell??!" This wasn't going to end well. You heard rumors about Mindy storming into people's apartments for one reason: inspection.

She usually did this for a multitude of stupid reasons, half involving a impromptu babysitter for her daughter Velma. You always leave the doors locked and kept check on her times as the bitch was buddy buddy with the landlord. Guess Mindy decided to go early just for this.

"I honestly thought you were dead but guess I was wrong. Oh well. Anyway I need someone to watch over Velma as I have to do my nails at the saloon." The sickly sweet smile did nothing to shroud the foulness that radiated off her.

"No. Find someone else to babysit!" Your retort was cut short as the callous woman shoved you aside with her hellspawn close behind. Mindy immediately began to scrutinize every object under her gaze with manners of a toddler.

"This place looks so plain yet there's all these game stuff! Aren't you too old to play videogames? Velma would love some new playthings. How much?" You were too tired to deal with her bullshit especially the gold digging criticism!

"Get out of my apartment before I call the cops! My head already hurts and your pterodactyl screeches make it worse! Go bark up someone else's house, you bitch!" This, of course, leads to a shouting match as Mindy didn't take kindly to being challenged.

No one noticed a certain brat walking away into a particular spare room in search of entertainment. Ben immediately vanished from the screen before Velma had a chance to spot him. He heard about the infamous little girl that drove everyone up the wall and her equally bad mother.

While Mindy was a critic, Velma is pure unadulterated harassment. Snatching other kids' toys, stealing people's food, made offhanded rude comments and crying or hitting those who don't let her get away with it. Something that only worsen when her mother endorses such horrible behavior.

"I haven't seen this game before. The horsey looks so cute though." Ben secretly sneered inside the game code as grubby little fingers took ahold of your controller. He would've just made the game extra hard for Velma with the tiny hope that she didn't screw up any files.

Fixing up yours from her interference is stupidly eas- Ben went still as the feeling of the controller circled around his file. She. wouldn't. dare. "Why are there two save files with different names? Oh well, I'll just get rid of this!" And that snobby high pitched voice was the only warning he had to stow the data away as she clicked Delete.

You really didn't know what had happened as the confrontation with Mindy went on. It took one second to realize that a certain hellspawn was missing did the panic set in. And Velma's high pitched shriek only cement that absence to her mother as well.

The little girl crashed into her mother's legs with the force of a bullet, heavily weeping in quiet terror. Quiet mumbles of 'creepy statue' and 'I'm next' had you go straight towards the N64. The mother leaving in rage was ignored for the ghost stuck inside the console.

Poltergeists are only harmless if their prized possessions were left alone. You knew Velma didn't respect that as the File Screen no longer held the familiar Ben file. In it's place was a folder that only read 'Your Turn'. The rest of day been silent afterwards.

Mindy and Velma had moved out of the apartment complex the next day in a massive hurry. Guess the scare the spoiled girl gotten was more than she could take. You, however, been looking over Ben for two weeks.

Ever since his save file got deleted, the ghost had basically shut down. It came back after restarting the console but Ben still wouldn't interact. You never saw his statue pop up unless you played the Elegy of Emptiness. The Link Statue didn't move or speak despite this.

All you could really do is keep Ben company and talk to him so the spirit knows he wasn't alone. It took around the end of the month before a certain Link Statue popped up on the title screen one night. That was the point where Ben told you how he ended up in the game by accessing his file.

"I was a lonely kid and had no friends. The only thing that kept me happy was my love for Legend of Zelda. One day, I met people who shared my likes. Who I thought would be my new friends became my executioners."

A cult called the Moon Children had lure Ben into their ranks with false promises. They sacrificed him for a ritual to see what they can do using the human soul. All the events were played out through the game's characters and assets. You never felt so much rage and disgust before in your entire life as Link was drowned by the Father NPC.

A lonely child who only wish for friends was taken advantage of with the very thing he wanted. "You didn't deserve that, Ben. No one should have their own loneliness be twisted by a fucking bastard cult! If I could, I would've been your friend way back then."

Those words had that Link Statue fade away into the image of a 12 year old brunette boy. A weak smile on his lips, terribly pale wet skin stained by tears and glassy tear stricken eyes look back at you. Only comfort that could be done is place a hand on the TV screen. Ben put up his palm to match yours as everything fell quiet.

Things had begun to return to normal after that particular night. Ben opened up again and was back to his mischievous self. You began working on a special project with your spare computer. A unique model program made specifically for Ben, the first being a Link model just for him.

It was originally made for making 3D versions of 8 bit games specifically the first two Legend of Zeldas. Something adjusted once you fully bonded with your ghostly brother. Whether the laptop would be connected to the internet stem on whether you can keep Ben from accidentally going into the Dark Web.

Weren't even touching what he will do if he found the Moon Children's operation. It was better that the two of you formulated an effective game plan first. Mainly cause who knows if they roped in other unaware children or there are more cartridges like Ben somewhere hidden across the world.

It was better to plan for now than go all gung-ho. Although things have been a bit...eerie as of late. Something that started when a new tenant just move into Mindy's old apartment. Pale, creepy, kind of guy whose eyes lingered on you for too long to be seen as a mere glance.

He only given out the name 'Robert Lynch' before going absolute recluse. No one really see him leave his apartment other than getting his mail and the bare necessities. Yet, these excursions never went through without the creep eyeing you or your apartment.

Whoever this Robert is, it was pretty clear that he's bad news. Something further cemented from how antsy Ben became as of late. His statue would often glitch or fade uncontrollably before settling back like nothing happened. You didn't know much on spirits as any information at all was little or mere theory bait.

Then there were these...flashes. Places or objects that disappear and come at random intervals. One second you are in the elevator only to being standing before an ominously familiar tree with a single blink. Photos marred by obscure faces and grinning masks.

You went to sleep once only to later dreamt about a cold watery abyss as shadows swam around you akin to curious sharks. Overall, something freaky was going on and there was the vague feeling it only just started. Then the computer housing the new program meant for Ben mysteriously crashed.

One second it has been working and then suddenly went kaput! You had taken it to your tech savvy friend for help yet the reason for the crash was strange. "The hard drive somehow manifested over an exabyte worth of data! A laptop like this would've explode in seconds than turn off! Even more stranger is that everything is gone, not a single bit of data left."

You couldn't help but be on edge throughout the walk back home. How can a hard drive manifest over that much data and lose everything? Your concern only grew further once you made back to your apartment. Why? The door that once been shut closed was slightly open.

Someone was in your apartment and were still there. Honestly didn't know what to do as Ben is inside. You were about to call the police when a hand dragged you inside and shut the door. The invader was Robert but that wasn't the scary thing.

When he shoved you onto the floor, right there was the broken pieces of the Majora's Mask cartridge where Ben laid inside. A familiar snarling moon peeked from Robert's palm as his sleeve lifted up from that harsh push. He was a fucking Moon Children cultist.

"That whiny little bitch made it so much easier to find Father's little stolen project. Already bad enough that damn traitor decided to give the thing some pity by dropping it off to some nerdy bitch. And I get sent to clean up the mess!"

You didn't hesitate to slam your laptop against the bastard's leg, fury flaring through your veins. This fucker had shattered Ben. He viewed the soul of a poor trapped child as a meaningless endeavor like his fellow cult members. You struck the man against his stomach and arms, uncaring of the device shattering to pieces.

Robert retaliated by yanking the broken device away so he could throw a haymaker to the face. You bit down on his arm before he could pull back and harshly yanked the bastard's hair. The skirmish grew more gruelling as plates, photos, and other objects got caught in the crossfire.

Robert was stabbed in his side with glass shards from broken picture frames. Your leg flare red as a broken chair leg came down by the man's hand. Only fair the cultist got his brains bashed in with a frying pan. Any advantage you had didn't last long once you crashed into your spare N64.

He took the power cords with an intent obvious to many: choking. You quickly try to intercept the now offensive items aimed at your neck. Despite the kicks and shoves, Robert power through as plastic coating touch skin. You try to yank the cords away that threaten to crush your airways.

"Fucking bitch! I'll make sure no one will recognize your damn body once I'm done!" The bastard's words began to fade with every lack of breath. A single thought rung out as you struggled to fight back. 'I'm sorry, Ben.'

In a flash of pale peach and green, power cords suddenly split into pieces. You fell to the ground in a sputtering heap as your chest heaved harshly trying to get back air. Robert's painful cry was cut short for loud harsh gargles and a monstrous roar.

The smell of harsh iron filled the air like mist. Only when your breathing was under control did the feeling of sharp, wet claws carefully held your back. Slowly turned around to see the familiar yet now macabre figure of Ben's Link Statue slouched over in an attempt to look smaller.

His limbs elongated to twice their length, body stretched into a lanky almost dangerously thin teenage form, fingers now gnarly bony claws, the statue's face completely obscured by shadows even though the wet ragged hair wasn't that long and the only features that could be seen is an inhumanly large grimace full of teeth alongside sad glassy looking eyes.

"B...ben? You're okay." The ghost didn't answer, only pulling you close to his chest. Gentle loving hug and distorted croaking of 'You're safe now' made everything feel safe. You quietly sob in Ben's chest as today's events wash over like a cold wave.

"Over the span of three months, the recently uncovered Moon Children's cult has finally come to an end. An anonymous tip had shed light on this gamer targeting organization as a list of experiments were sent to local police. During the same time, more active cultists were found dead.

Bodies hung by the power cords for game and bearing claw marks from an unknown animal.-" The TV groan on as you uploaded Mario Kart onto the Grand Archive within the confines of your newly bought house. Boxes still laid unpacked and those half open kept by the wall to avoid being tripped over.

You were so deep into the upload that you nearly miss the Lays bag placed near your laptop. The offerer being no other than Ben, his form now that of a messy brown haired and green eyed Link. You cheekily ruffled his hair before putting the music back on. A remixed version of the Song of Healing began to play as the little break ended and it was back to unpacking.

And that's it! This has been a wild yet difficult thing to write. You won't believe how many interruptions and writer's block got in the way. For anyone confused, the bond formed between Reader and Ben had become a pact.

As this grew, both of them were affected in different ways. Reader began experiencing Ben's world-view while the poltergeist began manifesting in the physical world. That special project was the final ingredient to fully seal the pact.

Ben's monster form is based on the Friday Night Funkin Mic of Time mod, specifically for the song Sorrow. You can find it at the bottom! I'll be drawing his new human form soon but he didn't want Reader's hard work to go to waste essentially.

Yes, Mindy and Velma are a huge jab at Mindy Kaling's Velma show, name wise alongside shitty personality only. No one tries to ruin Scooby-Doo without me aiming at them in the form of references.

That's it for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you later!

[pixiatn]

There needs to be more platonic/familial adjacent reader insert fics out there for younger characters. Like x readers are for people that want to read about being in a intimate relationship with their favorite characters, this would be like just adopting your favorite characters, giving your traumatized lil skrunklys the life they deserve. Like for example Billy Batson, a homeless child who yeah, may have the powers of multiple Gods but does he have someone that'll sit him in front of a fire place and provide him a warm bowl of soup after a fight and tell him how proud of him they are. Hmm?

Like idk providing a source of comfort to young traumatized characters that you relate way too hard to

[palfriendpatine66]

WIP Wednesday - Found Family

Idk if I’m going to be in the mood to write a Christmas fic after all, but what I can tell you that I’ve been working in the next (still sad) chapter of Found Family at 2am

“Obi-Wan doesn’t like people talking to him in the bathroom! He likes privacy!”

Anakin knew this, of course, because he continually tried to follow Obi-Wan in the bathroom to continue his conversations. Obi-Wan had the feeling it was out of the need to keep him in his sights and so he’d compromised and allowed the boy to sit beside the closed door and talk to him from the hall, even if that failed to truly provide him the luxury of full privacy as he answered very important questions that couldn’t possibly wait until he was done on the toilet such as can a person burp and sneeze at the same time?

“Not in the bathroom, near the bathroom,” Obi-Wan cleared his throat and clarified. It seemed like an important distinction to make especially considering what they had been doing, or rather almost doing, when interrupted.

[seventypercentvodka-writes]

So... i did the thing.

The idea and most of the summary is by @chiptrillino. Hope you like it!

Summary

After the invasion of the north failed horribly, Lieutenant Jee is left alone and fed up with the war. He decides to take his savings and deflect to the earth kingdom to end his misery. Somehow he ends up adopting three stabby teenagers and a toddler instead. He may have never wanted kids of his own but these ones at least don't spit fire, and he has a pretty good handle now on aggressive shouty ones with anger issues and trauma.

or; jee doesn't know what to do with his life because the fire nation screwed him over and over and he has a chance of a new start, just like these three kids. AU

It's here! So far i have only organized the reblogs into a chapter and fixed basic misspellings. But this will be a multi chapter fic and hopefully i will update soon!

[productofaritual]

CELEBRATE, for "How to travel the world and find a family" (Or HTWFF for short), featuring Fundy, the SBI, Henry the cow and some found family, HAS BEEN POSTED (yes I know it's been a couple hours I went to sleep when I posted)

AND CELEBRATE AGAIN, for I have decided to make it a collection of multiple oneshots in chronological order. Just in case I decide to discontinue at any time, you won't be left with untied plot threads or unexplained occurrences.

[tomtepixiedust]

Huh, kinda have a pretty backlog of these fic cookies, am working through this stuff, guess it's a plate we're serving today. Here we go all comfort, family and murder fluff!

So Batman cookie

Imagine: two assassin kids, well one kid and a teen, meet along the way, both alike in their intention to get the fuck away from the League of Assasins, but really

They can't stand each other. Damian's inferiority complex towards Cass and Cass' lack of patience for the sheer arrogance that brat's projecting.

Despite all that professional assassin co duct requires politeness. As much as two obviously traumatised kids can manage without it sounding at times like very pompous words shoved into a tiny kid and a silent teen who can actually kill you but even then manages to hold an aura of edginess.

Awww these two certainly rub off each other like that.

And still, both work somehow together, to get against the League and not alert Batman (another point in their life that brought them together cause who need more stress from a phantom that may cross their own murder plans).

And along the merry way came Slade.

(now we have an actual adult supervising two kids and fuck now he's starting to miss his own even if dysfunctional family, is this purgatory and where's the actual functional adult oh batman-- shit did you just stab me? ah fuck.)

Remember an asshole is still an asshole so stab anyway.

Signed,

Cass