#little family fluff

[trashogram]

He Chose You Fluff:

——— “Mama?”

You glance up from the little table, pausing mid-wipe of the sticky apple juice staining its surface after Charlie had abandoned her carton.

You find your daughter peering through the arched French doors, little palms and dotted nose pressed against the window pane. “C’n we go outside?”

At first you smile, knowing that your daughter’s nursery is just above the palace garden. It may be the safest place in all of Hell, and also one of Charlie’s “favoritest” playgrounds, per her own exclamation not a week ago.

“Of course, muppet.” You say as you resume cleaning what’s left of your little brunch date. “Do you wanna pick more daffodils for Daddy?”

“No, not the gard’n. Outside.” The toddler turns on her hooves to look at you with wide, ruby-red eyes.

You stop again, but your smile fades. “Outside? Like… outside the gates?”

“Mm-hm!” Charlie nods enthusiastically, overlong hair bouncing on her shoulders. “Let’s go!”

She’s already toddling over to you, hand outstretched to take yours. And it takes you a moment to stop stacking cups and plates and putting away the toys that your daughter had insisted join you while you had “mommy and baby” time. Your mind is practically sluggish trying to come up with something to say. Idly, you know that beyond the garden under Charlie’s tiny balcony, glints and gleams of the magically-enforced gate are visible behind carefully plotted ancient trees. It shines perpetually with the crimson sun as well as the swirling quasar of Heaven’s taunting light. It’s always there, even when Charlotte isn’t in her room but playing in your estate or being carried around as her you and Lucifer go about your day.

A twinge of anguish brings a crease to your forehead as you imagine how many times your child must’ve looked directly at the gate with interest. All at once you’re picturing Charlie being older and resenting that barrier, not understanding why the Morningstar family relies on it so damn much. Wishing she didn’t have to be kept in. Likening it to a cage.

(It’ll be even worse than when your daughter asked why she didn’t have any wings when you and Lucifer both did.)

Your hands uncurl from the stuffed animal you’d been holding as you sigh, slow and deliberate. You look back at Charlie, already hanging off of you, waiting with a smile on her face.

She tugs at you and it feels like nothing. You exhale again, mentally chastising for getting too far ahead of yourself.

“Hmm,” You make a show of thinking long and hard about the request as you rise from the floor. “Why don’t we ask Dad first? See if he wants to go with us?”

“Ok!” Your daughter grins, leaping onto the tips of her hooves and holding her chubby arms out. You pick her up and sweep out of the room, what’s left of the mess forgotten as you go.

“Daddy!” Charlie calls out. It’s too loud and too close to your ear but you snicker as she continues to chant. Lucifer is probably on the other side of the castle, but the daughter of the Devil is nothing if not overly excitable.

You have high hopes that Lucifer will turn that excitement into distraction from the idea of leaving the safety of the palace for now.

[jasmines-library]

Hii! Sorry idk if your okay with this, if your not, feel free to ignore! <3

So I was wondering if you could do youngest batsib reader, who’s not really part of the family yet? Okay so, they’re a criminal like catwoman, they only steal from people who deserve it and just kind of a troublemaker around Gotham. They have electricity powers. They’re parents died at a young age and they ran away from the orphanage because they didn’t want to get adopted. They’re actually really smart, and know a lot of martial arts to help them get by. Anywaysss, I was wondering if during a place they were trying to rob, blow up for some reason. And it lead to them being knocked out and injured. Someone from the batfamily came across them and instead of turning them into the police, they take them to the batcave and patch em ip before putting them in a cell. They wake up and the batfam interrogates them, they find out they’re a kid and knows their secret identity (because he’s really smart) and after a bit, Bruce offers to take them in, and train them to be a vigilante. Reader is reluctant and doesn’t really trust them but they’re getting really tired of sleeping on the streets so they reluctantly says yes.

My Way Home Is Through You

Note: This was fun to write, thanks for the request anon!

Warnings: Minor undescribed injury, theft, none really, fluffy found family fic.

Word count: 1.7k

⛤ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛤

You slunk along the sidewalks, clinging tightly to the walls as though a small child might do to their mother in a crowd of people. Hiding away in the shadows was nothing new to you, you had been a nobody for years. Constantly running, never settling in one place for too long before you were slinking off again and finding a new corner of Gotham to call your home for a few miserable days before the cycle started again. At first you had tried to cling onto the last shreds of your parents that you had left. You hung onto your name but soon that began to get you into trouble when the orphanages kept trying to pursue you and ‘bring you to a new and loving family’, so it was back to being just another face in the crowd. Just another ordinary kid trying to navigate their way through a big city.

Except…you were more than that. In your time alone you had discovered you had quite a knack for stealth. It started off when the nights became too cold and the growling in your stomach was so overbearing that it drowned out all other senses. You were still small, which you used strongly to your advantage, weaving in and out of the sea of faces before slipping small pieces of food under the hem of your raggedy sleeve that was far too long for you and dangled below your fingers. After that it soon became easy enough to steal other things. Just enough to get by. A ring here, a gold watch there. Small items from the cruel and the unworthy that you could pawn off for a little extra cash. 

There was something else about you though that helped out just a little bit. It was one of the reasons that you had spent so long trying to hide away. See, when you were young you discovered that there was something different about you. When you focused hard enough, you could feel the electricity channelling through your veins and sizzling at your fingertips. You learnt to manipulate it, to bend it to your will and it quickly became very useful when picking locks. You used it to fry them seamlessly before sneaking in and if worse came to worse, you could stun the police when they came thundering after you shouting profanities and threats and they ran, never to catch you with your nimbleness. They had tried to set the vigilantes on you more than once and you knew very well that their eyes were always on you, following your every move just waiting for the perfect moment to strike because you had seen them. Sometimes in the uniform. Sometimes not. As much as they tried to be they were much less subtle than they thought. 

When you reached the complex it was dark. All of the lamp posts nearby had flickered sporadically before burning out completely, so you hopped up the steps blindly before crouching down in front of the locks. You then outstretched your hand and took a deep breath, letting your body relax to feel the current dance in your veins and settle on your fingertips. You then directed the current towards the lock watching as it fried before swinging open. You darted in pushing it shut behind you and then set to work around the house. It was small and shabby with mould growing in some of the corners by the windows. It crawled up the walls, a darkened stain that emitted a putrid smell when you got a little too close. The floorboards cracked and groaned as you moved around the plot, weaving in and out of the furniture that had been strewn across the room. It was clear that someone had left in a hurry. You were shuffling around the unmade bed, reaching for the safe when you heard it. 

Tick. Tick. Ticktick. tickticktick.  

The sound was daunting, getting faster and faster as you scrambled to find the source, overturning chairs and throwing them to the floor as though they were nothing then tearing up floorboards. It was too late when you found it ticking away impendingly. The timer blinked by quickly as it neared zero and you were neft with no choice but to try and get as much distance between you and the weapon. The meagre metres you had out between yourself and the bomb hardly made any difference at all as it ignited flinging you across the room. Wood splintered around you as the concrete cracked and crumbled in heaps which you skidded to a halt on. You felt like you were going to hurl as your head thudded against the debris with a sickening crack that made your vision swam before all of the colours merged into one and you knew nothing more but a dark and heavy silence. 

~~~

“Move it! Go!” 

Nightwing shoved his little brother rather harshly in the shoulder to urge him forwards. Word had just reached them that a small house on the outskirts of the city had suddenly exploded and the number of casualties was currently unknown. Dick always seemed to get a sudden adrenaline rush whenever an emergency came in and not matter how fast he moved he always felt as though he could never get there fast enough even if he was hurtling through the city at an alarming speed. 

He had to swallow back his alarm when they skidded to a halt at the scene. There was nothing really left of the building besides a few odd shaped pillars of concrete and pipes that were strong enough to survive the blast. The rest of the building was a dismal load of ash and dust that rose in ribbons as the wind lifted up the pieces that were small enough and carried them away into a cloud of sky.

Nightwing pushed his way through the crowd that had gathered and ducked under the police tape despite their protests. His heart nearly stopped when he inched his way around what used to be a bed but was now a cluster of broken timber buried under a pile of rubble because he spotted your figure sprawled out across the floor. He skidded to the ground and began to pull the pieces of clutter away from you, grimacing at the sight of the blood that came away on his fingers.

Red Hood dropped down beside him just as Dick Grayson brushed some of the dust from your face and sudden recognition washed over him.

“Hood.” He said over his shoulder. “I think you better call B.”

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Your head felt like it was going to explode when you woke up and there was a stabbing pain in your side but when you moved your hand to slide the hem of your stop up you were cut short by a metal handcuff securing you to the wall next to the bed you had been placed in. Shuffling around awkwardly you managed to push yourself up into a sitting position to gauge your surroundings better. The cell you were in although small was rather well lit and surprisingly homely. Too bad you had no intention in staying. You had planned to use your powers to fry the handcuff, but when you tried to summon the electricity you were left high and dry when nothing happened. 

“That’s not going to work.” A figure you hadn’t noticed in the corner of the room told you when you began to try again. 

Frowning at him, he folded his arms and leaned against the wall. “Power suppressing cuffs.”

Rolling your eyes you slumped defeatedly. You should have figured as much. 

“What were you doing in there?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at you from behind his infamous cowl. 

“That’s none of your business.”

“I think it is, kid.”

You turned your gaze away from him and picked at the skin around your thumb. “It’s not that I wanted to be in there. It’s what I had to do.”

The vigilante stepped forwards and took a seat next to you. “Go on.”

“I needed the money. I can’t go to anyone so I have no choice but to find my own way around problems. I was gonna pawn the jewellery off. And besides it’s not like the guy owned it in the first place. He was the one that stole it from the jewellers last week.”

“How’d you know that?” Batman frowned. That information had only been revealed recently.

“I get around a lot.”

He pursed his lips. “What else do you know?”

You could have grinned like the cheshire cat right there and then as you began to list things you had learnt. 

“I know that you still haven’t caught that guy who escaped from Arkham last month. I know that you’ve all been watching me. Oh and I know that you are Bruce Wayne.”

The man faltered. “What? How?”

“You’re less subtle than you think.”

“Or maybe you’re smarter than you think. What d’you say your name is kid?”

“I didn’t.”

He sighed, watching you in silence until you eventually gave him your name. 

“You’re something, Kid. I’ll give you that much.”

“Thank you…?”

“How would you like to stay? We would train you to become a vigilante like us.” The question was so sudden that it made your head spin.

“I can’t ask that of you.” You told him. It was more of an excuse really. You weren’t sure if you could trust him or not.”

“You’re not. I’m offering. A warm place to stay, a family to care for you.”

A smile twinged at the corner of your lips. That was something you had longed for for so long but had never seen that it had slipped to the back of your mind forgotten. 

“So, what do you say, Y/N?”

“I think I would like that.”

[anannua]

escort quest unlocked (escort bby to daycare, very serious stuff)

[mfdragon]

Full credit to this post by @loralbott for the idea! It was just so hilarious I had to give it a go myself ✨

[khryptid]

With being raised on the Baratie, I feel like Sanji’s issues should be more of a gender crisis than a sexuality crisis.

That’s not to say the two issues aren’t interconnected, but the entire crew of the Baratie lived there full time. Wikipedia says there were 23 chefs, and from what I can tell in the screenshots, they were all men and/or masculine-presenting. I find it highly probable at least a couple were involved in some version of a romantic/FwB/queerplatonic relationship.

This is all to say, that for Sanji’s fawning over women, I can’t help but to headcanon him as a phenomenal disaster bi.

[phantom-z0ne]

Serendipity

"Billy wasn't sure what the creature ransacking his train car was.” Alternatively, Billy feeds a stray and ends up with a roommate.

WC: 1215

Serendipity (n): the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

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Billy wasn't sure what the creature ransacking his train car was. Granted, the train car wasn't in the most hidden place ever, but he had made sure to ward it against most creatures. The ward would have made one unable to see the train, and if they somehow saw it anyways, they would have been turned around. He usually was pinged if anything passed his wards, which was why he was so blindsided to see something moving around in his train car. It seemed that this one had slipped through his protections. 

The creature was strange and almost hard to look at directly. Its blinding white hair moved independent from the wind and twined around its long, pointed, mint colored ears. It was also small, small enough that Billy thought it could comfortably fit into his cupped hands, and wearing some sort of skin tight suit, black with a stripe of silver along its torso. Or what appeared to be its torso, Billy couldn't really tell when its lower body faded into a long tail.

From his perspective, it seemed to be rummaging through where he usually hides his food, showing slivers of its white paws. Did it pass through the barriers he set because it was hungry? 

Billy approached the creature quietly, making sure not to get too close, he wouldn't want to startle it. His efforts were in vain though as the creature snapped its head towards him. It's glowing eyes like headlights, as if staring into Billy’s soul. The green in its eyes swirling hypnotically as the creature bristled at his presence. 

Billy watched, amused but vigilant, as the creature puffed up like a cat. Even going so far as to swat a couple times in his direction. So far, it was quite harmless, but the buzzing in the back of his head that he usually equated to Solomon told him to be careful.

Billy slowly dropped to his knees, mindful of the creature's reaction, and shifted his bag to his front. He shuffled through his bag and brought out the small piece of jerky he was saving for later, sliding it slowly towards the creature.

The creature tilted its head, staring at the jerky suspiciously before taking a few steps to paw at it. It apparently passed its test as it devoured the jerky surprisingly fast for its small size. While it seemed to be starving, thankfully it didn't reflect onto its body. It wasn't gaunt or thin, but actually quite plump. Perhaps it just didn't eat for a day or two? 

Billy took a small step forward, then a few more when he realized the creature was focused on eating. “So,” He began softly, the creature startling as if it was just realizing he was so close. “What are you doing here, little guy?”

It stared at him silently before once again tilting its head. It was cute, Billy realized. The chubby cheeks and button nose paired with big, shiny eyes made it endearing to look at. His expression melted slightly as he took a closer look at the creature.

The creature's ear flicked as it padded up to him, paws on Billy’s knees. It let out an unintelligible sound, layered and harsh to Billy's ear, yet somehow melodious. Billy blinked, not expecting that noise. The creature looked at him almost expectantly, eyes shining brightly.

Billy hesitantly brought his knuckles closer to the creature, feeling its cold nose as it sniffed him. It was clearly unimpressed and trilled for more food. Billy chuckled under his breath as he brought another piece of jerky to the needy creature. It gobbled it up swiftly, looking up at him and once again begging for more, its eyes almost sparkling.

Billy folded under the cuteness overload and retrieved a sandwich from his bag, splitting it in half. He was worried that it would eat more than it could handle if he kept feeding it. He knew very well what that felt like.

The creature blinked at him, once, twice, before giving him a small, pleasant trill and headbutted his fingers. Billy cautiously set his hand over its silky hair? Fur? All he knew was that it felt divine, though not in the godly way. 

“What are you?” Billy asked as he wove his fingers through its hair, genuinely curious on what species the creature was. He had inputted a lot of creatures in his ward but he had no clue what this one was. The tingling at the back of his head spoke otherwise, Solomon knowing very well what it was. He could transform and ask Solomon, since he couldn't really speak to him unless he was Captain Marvel, but that would just scare the creature.

It gave him a look before resuming its lunch, finishing it in record time. Apparently, it deigned him worthy of its presence on his lap as it kneaded his legs then curled up onto them. The purring surprised him, pausing when the creature gave him an impatient look when he halted his ministrations on its hair.

He resumed, of course. Why wouldn't he? It was a nice reprieve from fighting villains as Captain Marvel and watching out for himself when he was on the streets. It was just a quiet moment between him and the strange creature that broke into his home. 

…He hadn't realized how lonely he was before this. 

He had friends, of course. Freddy, Tawky Tawny, and the Justice League. But… this just wasn't the same. As good as a friend Freddy was, he doubted that he would be willing to just sit and enjoy each other's company silently. Freddy was a huge superhero fan and couldn't help but talk about them in excitement. Not to mention his analyses on Billy’s techniques as Captain Marvel.

The Justice League wasn't any better. They had a professional relationship, thinking of him more as a coworker than a friend. The times he tried to deepen their friendship by inviting them out, he was unfortunately turned down. It seemed that they got along better when they were in battle than not.

Billy usually went to Tawky Tawny for advice, but Tawky Tawny never turned down the opportunity to just spend time in the other’s company. Unfortunately, those times were far and few between, usually because Tawky Tawny was traveling or busy with something else. 

With this creature— he’d have to name it eventually, Billy thought absently—all that was expected of him was companionship, nothing more.

Billy felt a cool paw pat his face, the creature looking up at him concerned. His eyes widened before he let out a huff, ruffling its hair. The creature let out a disgruntled chuff and phased through his hands then batted at them, settling down once more on his lap once it was done. 

It hadn't been with him long, all he had done was give it some food, and it was already trying to comfort him. Admittedly, it wasn't the best comfort, it stopped once he focused on it, but it wasn't something he expected from a creature he met not an hour ago.

Billy smiled, eyes soft. Perhaps it could stay, if only for a while.

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Whipped this up in a couple hours while trying to get out of my funk 

Thanks for reading!!

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Ao3

[tinkertea]

Dadbod!konig with 2 or 3 of your squealing happy kids hanging in his strong arms while he stands in the deep end of the pool cause he's so tall. Smiling at you over in the shallow end with the smallest baby. He'd be such a fun chill, dad. I just know it 😭

nonnie you're so right about this!!!! dad!bod könig who just looks so incredibly happy and relaxed in the pool outside your family home, regardless of the loud boisterous laughters of your sons, one hanging from each of könig's arms like a spidermonkey. his eyes crinkle when he spots you in your bathing suit, all soft curves with your babygirl cradled in your arms as you make your way towards your family. könig looks so good. he no longer gets deployed and instead opted for desk duty after the birth of your last child. leaving you with two boys already broke his heart each time he flew away but leaving you with two boys and his freshly born princess? he couldn't do it. but that's fine. the money is still enough to provide for your every need. the family life had changed him -- no longer did he have a well-trained six pack of steel but instead a soft tummy covered in hair. you loved it, his soft warm body beneath yours when he was holding you, his arms were still the size of your thighs though. slight laught-lines accentuate his face now and he's got the first streaks of grey in his hair yet he still could make your heart flutter like no other, yet you still felt like the girl who fell in love with the stoic colonel.

[geekynightowl1997]

I still can't get over how Eliot and Hardison do their "secret" handshake- even though Eliot is miffed that Hardison ate his sandwhich.

I still can't get over how Parker calls Eliot "Sparky," and he's scared enough to rip open his apple- because he actually thinks Parker somehow got a razor blade in it.

I still can't get over how Eliot tells Hardison that he won't help him if he goes to far with "Ice Man," and when Hardison calls him out on it- Eliot blames Parker.

I still can't get over how Hardison comes to Eliot when he needs help brushing up on wine.

I still can't get over how Parker goes to Eliot when she's looking for something to love and he teaches her to love food.

I still can't get over how Parker is allowed to poke and push Eliot.

I still can't get over how Hardison riles Eliot up and it's just reflex for Eliot to say; "DAMNIT Hardison."

I can't get over how they became a little family all on their own.

[scealaiscoite]

pride month prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

— “i know you’re pretty private about your identity, but i was wondering if you’d like to something small with me just to mark the occasion?”

— “i found this with your flag on it, and it made me think of you.”

— “the parade is on this weekend, do you think you’d like to go with me?”

— “did you really get a rainbow bandana for the dog/cat?”

— “last year you got plastered and sang lady gaga for an hour straight at karaoke, so i can’t wait to see what this year holds.”

— “i’ll never need a reason to show the world how much i love you.”

— “i understand that you want to be supportive and i appreciate that, but is covering the house in pride flag bunting really the way to go?”

— “come on, it’s just a drag brunch! who doesn’t like drag brunches?!”

— “i was thinking we could go out somewhere nice for date night this week. you know, just for the month that’s in it.”

[pacificwaternymph]

Anyone got fic recs where all the batkids are actual KIDS? Like... all at once?

Preferably ones with ALL the batkids, including Cass, Duke, Steph, and Barbara?

[szftzy]

tags: possessive behavior, forced adoption ( definitely not kidnapping.. ), platonic themes, also tw referenced child neglect but not too bad,

(gender neutral child reader)

platonic yandere zhongli pt.2 (proshippers dni)

a continuation to this → post, and some of you requested for it so hopefully this is enjoyable :]

needless to say, you felt helpless.

the man seemed harmless at first glance, but i guess not everything is what it seems. it was difficult to breathe properly, which- said man has enveloped your head into his chest

your still In shock on how easily you were taken from your family in just one week and held captive here. all of your freedom stripped away

and even more shockingly, he treated you well. comforting you whenever you had a meltdown, or whenever you threw a tantrum. never raising his hand or his voice. but It was obvious he was just trying to do this to deceive you. are you sure?

ever since you zhongli held you captive against your will in his den, nothing was going great (obviously). it was a mix of emotions and conflict. for the first few days you had been scared to even make a single move in fear of what he would do.

and as he had been treating you well, he was making sure you ate well, comforting touches and such. it all would’ve been great! if you forgot the fact that he was holding you against your will, trapped In a den Inside the forest.

but you still miss home, your old home. do you? whenever you expressed such sayings to zhongli he would always brush it off with words that would seem comforting out pf context

but ypu decided today, to make your shot. in more context, an attempt to escape. this plan wasn't guaranteed to work but it was better than staying here

laying your head in his chest, attempting to wiggle out of his grip slowly but surely in attempts to not awake the man.

when you (surprisingly) escaped his broad grip— stumbling a bit out of the surprise, the bed creaking from the movement , carefully balancing yourself; you continued to make your way to the door.

opening the door, which makes it emit a loud creaking noise, you suddenly freezed. careful not to wake the unaware man.

(what you weren’t aware of was his possessive eyes, each time you would try to squirm out of his grip.)

carefully continuing, you closed the door quietly. and made your way to the front door, passing the kitchen and living room (lounge?? idk what to call it..) slowly but surely you got to the front door

but, behold. it was locked, Great. now where would you find a key? an idea blooming, searching for a bobby pin in the pocket of your shorts.

When you found it you immediately went to work, trying to unlock it without making too much noise, all of a sudden. it successfully opened; surprising yourself, you made sure the other in the house was still asleep by straining you ears to hear for any footsteps; none.

getting confirmation it was safe, you then made your way. shutting the door gently after you, you then ran for it. leaves crunching beneath your feet as you raced as fast as you could.

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hiding in the bushes was a painful process, apparently while you were making a run for it, halfway through. zhongli woke up, and currently you were in a tight situation

steadying your breathing, curling up on yourself. your heart was pounding, you didnt know if he could hear it or not. fear blossoming in you as zhongli was near your hiding spot

The familiar sound leaves crushing, coming towards your way. suddenly it stopped. holding your breath, for a couple of seconds he just stood there. thankfully he walked away. almost crying In relief, you curled up on yourself.

and then the situation hits you. god, why did this have to happen? you just wanted your older siblings and parents back.. you didnt expect all of your joy to be taken In one singular week. as tears dripped down, you decided to wipe them and get on with it..

and when you finally lifted your head up, peeking. you found the coast clear. Thankfully. and as you stood up ready to make a run for it-

a firm hand grabbed the scuff of your shirt, and you got dragged back Into a dreadful familiar chest. as you looked up to your captors face, It was none other than zhongli. a hurt and confused expression on his face.

fear filled up your entire core. oh.. was he gonna kill you now? all the worst case scenarios flashed In your head, he was clearly upset with you. and he was definitely keeping you here just to toy with you..

you just shut your eyes and just accepted It, tears like a waterfall. and then you got embraced Into his chest, once again. he was probably just deceiving you again.

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zhongli was worried. did they not like him? he was clearly doing something wrong, but he doesnt know what? hes just so sad for his fledgling, It was clear that their “family” back then was selfish, seeing them flinch to his every touch

but they have no worries now! he took care of them, seeing as their recent.. attempt was a clear form of discomfort, he would try his best to love them even more. his little adorable child.

he hadnt had someone to take care of In a while, since he all his children now are long grown and doing adepti work. and of course he has no problem! It was just a little lonely without a companion there to light up the house.

but hes sure his little ray of sunshine will enjoy It, he’ll make sure of It. since they won’t be leaving for a long while anyway.

he was just so sad, when he woke up this morning to find you gone. but no worries! he’d find you and take you back home, since you clearly got a little lost.

using his elemental sight, It was no work to find you, seeing your little form curled up In the forest bushes. he didn't wanna terrify you (again) so he decided to take you by surprise.

as a archon, and a dragon. zhongli has very well hearing senses, so he could hear your sniffles, and quiet sobbing. his heart clenched. He may be a ruthless god, In the eyes of others but he was still sympathetic, especially to children. who he has a soft spot for.

he pretended to walk away, but still lurking. watching for your every move. as he saw you freeze for a second, before getting up. he caught you by the scruff.

holding you to his chest, he missed you dearly, and seeing such a pure and genuine child be so upset kills him. he whispered to you soft words, promising a better life of comfort then your old one.

then he realized it upon seeing your form shake, you thought he was gonna hurt you. oh, young dear.

“Im sorry dearheart, for all this stress you went through. I didnt notice, but Its okay. your under my protection now, you wont have to worry about someone hurting you.”

and as you started loudly sobbing, the situation hitting you as you realized, that escape Is futile. and he hushed you and hugged you like a father would a crying child. and then carried you In his arms.

sobbing turned to crying, and tears died down to sniffles, and as you calmed down. which he was happy to see, you finally spoke. your voice cracked from not using your vocal chords In a while.

“please, just let me go.. I wont tell anyone about this, I just wanna go home..”

and then he paused. taking a moment to say something, you waited in anticipation. then he softly spoke out.

“Oh dearheart. This Is home. because your mine. my youngling, my sympathy.”

Mine.

that word was stuck Inside your mind, maybe.. just maybe you could have a good life. maybe you were actually basking In his warmth and comfort. you just didn't wanna admit It. that was your thought thought as you slipped away, Into a dreamless sleep within his arms.

as you guys made It to the way “home.”he noticed your limp state. completely unaware of the loving possessive look zhongli was giving you.

Mine

my child, my sympathy.

(Aight time to go get some milk again 😭🔥🙏)

[drin04]

Godzilla: *hums*

Kong: Goji

Godzilla:

Kong: Goji..

Kong:

Kong: What are you doing?

Godzilla: *huffs* Of all my life I've been through deep ocean, deserted islands, frozen ice like the cold winter, through millennia I've discovered dozens of different surface and textures.

Godzilla: But I've never feel something like this anything or anywhere at all.

Kong: You're snuggling on my chest...

Godzilla: *purrs*

Godzilla: Like I said, this is the best thing I've ever had.

Suko: *whispers at Kong* He's purring, well I understand tho.

Suko: *snuggles closer to both*

Kong: *snorts* Alright you two, let's resume our nap.

[grimmcheems]

Just some random ahh Raditz doodles. Also some cute and hypothetical stuff. Wasn’t thinking much but I saw a what if scenario while looking at refs for him on Raditz and Goku being taken in by Grampa Gohan and I found it interesting. So here he is kidnapping baby Goku after finding him at Gohan’s place lmao. HE WOULD’VE MADE A GREAT UNCLE IF HE WASN’T SO EVIL.😭

He also would’ve been a great older brother to both Goku AND Chichi. The slice of life fluff they could’ve had!!!😭😭will forever be mad at his death bc there’s no way Goku would not be devastated after killing his only living family left. That and finally having another saiyan he could learn his biology and culture from, heck Gohan could’ve learned so much if Raditz wasn’t such an ass and taught him something while he had him. I half wish Raditz had a different reaction and changed his motives a bit after seeing Goku alive and suddenly having a nephew, he would’ve spoiled him and y’all can’t convince me otherwise. He would’ve treated Chichi like a queen knowing her lineage and the fact that she was carrying the hope of his race surviving. Y’all he would’ve volunteered to babysit Trunks too, even if he only used that time to teach him stuff a baby/toddler shouldn’t be doing, but I digress.

[roxygen22]

Brownie

"My Little Cocoa Bean" series

Summary: A stray pup finds his fur-ever home with the Wonka family. Ben/Bean is 7, and Charlotte/Charlie is 3.

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If the weekend weather was favorable, the Wonka family could be found in the park. Today was no exception. The four of you were walking down a gravel pathway, Willy walking backward so he could talk to you, Ben, and Charlotte about his latest invention. Ever the animated talker, he was using his hands and jumping around until a shrill yelp startled him as he stepped down near a bush.

"Did that bush just...yelp?" you asked curiously and held the children back from investigating. Willy got down on all fours to peer under the limbs. There, he spied a little brown furball cowering by the trunk.

"Well, hello there, little fella. Did I accidentally step on your tail? I'm sorry," he cooed. Willy reached into the bush and pulled a trembling puppy to his chest. He sat back on his feet so the family could see and was instantly crowded by Ben and Charlotte, who wanted a better look at the tiny animal.

"A puppy!" Charlotte cheered. You chided her to lower her voice so as to not frighten him further.

"Can we keep him?" Ben pleaded as he scratched under the pup's chin.

Willy didn't say anything, but he looked up at you with the same doe eyes and pouty lip as your children. Real helpful, dear, you thought.

"We really ought to make sure he doesn't belong to someone else first. But we can keep him safe in the meantime," you replied. "When we get back to town, we'll put up a notice in the square for a week. If nobody comes for him, then he can stay with us for good."

Willy stood and handed the pup to you, and of course you fell in love immediately, especially when he snuggled up to your chest. While you had to put up a responsible front, you secretly hoped that nobody would claim him. He was adorable, with one flopped ear and patches of white on his chest and feet. He looked like he had been dipped in chocolate - a perfect fit for your family.

You all took turns holding the puppy on your route home, first making a detour by the bulletin board in the downtown square. He scurried under the sofa when you first arrived at the house but quickly warmed up to Ben and Charlotte. He even licked the girl's face when she hung down from the couch to peer underneath. Her giggles eventually drew him out to play. The kids took great delight in watching him explore the house.

"I think we should name him..." Ben started to say. You quickly interrupted.

"No, no names until he's officially ours. Otherwise, you'll get attached." Too late, you thought to yourself. You knelt down to make eye contact with both of your children. "Now, I need you to understand that taking care of an animal is a big responsibility. He's more than just a toy to play with. He will be completely dependent on us for food, water, and clean bedding. The two of you will have to pick up after him, even if he's only with us for a little while."

"Charlie and I can handle it!" Ben piped up.

"Yeah!" Charlotte agreed.

"Great. I'm going to hold you to that. Now, let's see what we can find for him to eat." You stood and walked to the kitchen. You looked through the cabinets and refrigerator before deciding to mash up last night's leftovers and soften it up with some milk. The pup scarfed it down like he hadn't eaten in days. This brought on a new burst of energy, so the children took him outside to run off his zoomies (and theirs).

Willy made lunch while you kept an eye on the trio and joined in on their game of chase. He called you all in once the food was ready. The pup quickly learned that Charlotte was the one most likely to drop crumbs, both intentionally and unintentionally, so he settled beneath her chair. You were amazed when there was nothing to sweep up after the meal was done.

The kids took the puppy to the playroom while you and Willy cleaned up the kitchen and washed the dishes. You heard giggling, talking, and sounds of toys clanking for a little bit, but then everything grew quiet. You looked over at Willy who had picked up on it, too. It wasn't unusual for Ben to be quiet. But Charlotte? Both of you were wary. Willy smirked. "Go check it out. I'll finish up here," he said.

You dried your hands and made your way to the playroom. You put your ear to the door but still heard nothing. You quietly opened it and drew on all your strength not to squeal over the cuteness.

Ben was leaning against the wall asleep, head lolled to the side. Charlotte looked like she passed out on the rug mid-play. The puppy was laying on his belly between the two of them, eyes closed and all four legs stretched out in a sploot. It was a precious sight.

Willy came up behind you, set a hand on your hip and his chin on your head. He took in the scene and quietly chuckled. "They sat still too long," he whispered. The pup's ears twitched at his voice, but sensing no threat, he quickly dozed back off. You gently pulled the door to so they could continue to nap in peace.

Ben awoke before Charlotte about half an hour later and snuck out of the playroom with the puppy. He found you and Willy in the study.

"Hey, Bean. Sleep well?" Willy looked up from his newspaper and teased. Ben narrowed his eyes at his father in jest before turning his focus back to the puppy in his arms. He had declared years earlier that he was too old for naps now.

"Can you take the pup outside so he can stretch and take care of business?" you asked. He nodded and made his way to the back door. With the fenced-in back yard, you were comfortable letting your son learn responsibility and take care of this task on his own.

Then you heard Charlotte cry. Willy was up and out of the room before you could even react. His long legs made quicker work of getting across the house anyway.

Willy opened the playroom door to find Charlotte sitting up on the rug. She looked disoriented, looking around wildly with her tangled hair and tear-streaked face. Willy sat down beside the girl and scooped her up into his lap.

"Shhh, baby girl. I've got you. What's wrong?" he asked while rocking her.

Sobs wracked her tiny body. "The puppy is gone! Someone t-took h-him h-home!"

"Oh, no, Charlie. He's just outside with your brother. He woke up before you."

"Pwomise?"

"I pinky promise. And that's the most solemn vow there is!" He held up his pinky for Charlotte to link with hers, then kissed her on the head. "Come on, I'll take you outside to show you."

Willy reappeared briefly in the study with Charlotte on his hip. She laid her forehead in the crook of his neck and occasionally took shuddered breath as she calmed down. "I'm going to take her outside to see the puppy."

Ah, she must have been upset about the dog. She will be devastated if someone does claim him. But doing what is right isn't always easy, you reminded yourself. Soon, you heard the girl's cheerful laughter ringing throughout the yard. All was right in her world again.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. You started dinner and called your family inside when the food was ready. The dog took up his previous station under Charlotte's chair, but this time you also provided him with his own bowls of food and water on the floor.

"I'll stop by the store on my way home tomorrow for some supplies and food for him," Willy offered. "I'll also ask around if anyone is missing a pup." Ben and Charlotte both pouted. You and Willy exchanged knowing looks.

The family finished up dinner in relative silence and set about their nightly routines to get ready for bed.

"Where will he sleep tonight?" Ben asked as he rubbed the pup's belly.

"We'll set up a box for him in the kitchen with a warm blanket," you replied.

"The kitchen?" Willy asked.

"Well, yes. That way if he makes a mess it's easier to clean up. Why?"

"No, that makes sense. I...I just think he may get a little lonely is all."

"I think some separation will be good so we don't get too attached. Not yet," you replied, mainly for your own benefit.

Willy kissed you on the forehead. "Always the voice of reason. Alright kids, time to brush teeth and go to bed. Bean, you get to pick the story tonight." His voice faded as he herded the children down the hallway.

You dug out a wooden crate out of the storage room and placed a cozy blanket inside. You picked up the pup, gave him a snuggle and a good scratch behind the ears, and laid him in the crate. You gently pet him on the head until his eyes closed, then off you went to bed.

A couple of hours later, you were awakened by pitiful whimpering. You laid in bed for a few moments in hopes that the puppy would settle on his own, but you had no such luck. You grumbled as you sat up. *Just like taking care of a baby again.*

You put on your robe and tiptoed to the kitchen so as to not wake the others. Upon turning on the light, you saw the pup looking up at you, wagging his tail and whining.

"Hey there. What's all this about, hmm?" Gently you picked him up and he licked your face in return. You suspected he was just lonesome, but you went through a mental list of all his other potential needs as well. First was a trip outside in case he needed to potty. He romped around and barked, bowing at you to get you to play.

You tsked at him. "Shh, no, this is not time for play. Go take care of your business." The pup conceded, though he got distracted a few times by sniffing around the yard. You brought him back inside and set him up with a little more soft food and water in the crate. After a few reassuring pets, you stood to exit the kitchen and go back to bed.

He instantly took up whimpering again.

"Now, now, shhh. Let's not wake the family." You sat back down by the crate and encouraged him to lay down, fluffing up the blanket around him. You got back up once you thought he was settled again, just to be rewarded with more whimpering. So you sat down again with a huff.

<about three hours later>

Willy shuffled into the kitchen in his pajamas when he discovered you were no longer in bed. He stifled a laugh when he found you in a similar state to your son earlier in the playroom.

You had fallen asleep sitting up against the kitchen cabinet beside the crate with your head lolled to the side. The puppy was asleep, too...

...in your lap.

"Separation, huh?" he playfully mocked. "She's going to be sore in the morning if she stays like that," he muttered to himself. He knelt down and gently shook your shoulder.

"Hey, my sweet. Wake up."

You blinked and squinted in response to the kitchen light you had left on. You looked around then down in your lap at the sleeping furball. You realized you caved and coddled him out of desperation.

"He finally fell asleep. The poor dear was whimpering pitifully. I gave him food and water, even let him outside, but he would whine anytime I stood to leave. You were right. He got lonely."

"He might just be sad that dogs can't have chocolate," Willy said with a deadpan face and serious tone. You cut your eyes at him and tried to act surly, as this was no time to joke, but you couldn't help but laugh softly. He broke out into a childish grin.

"I've never slept well on the first night in a new place," he continued. "Especially if it was too quiet. There was always background noise on the ship." You could tell an idea struck him when his face lit up. "I'll be right back!"

Willy scurried out of the room and returned just as quickly with a wind-up clock in hand. "I read about this once," he said with hushed excitement as he sat down in front of you and the crate. "You place it near their bed at night to comfort them. The rhythm reminds them of...of their mother's heartbeat." His excitement dimmed as he looked down at the pup, though you knew his thoughts were elsewhere. You leaned forward to squeeze his hand.

"Do you think we should bring his crate to our room?" you asked hesitantly after a few moments.

Willy nodded fervently. "He is just a baby, after all. We kept our other babies close at first."

"Willy. He's not a *human* baby. And he's not ours. Not yet."

"Maybe not. But will it hurt to treat him like family while he's here?" he asked with a pout.

"It may hurt us later if he has to leave."

"True, but we will cross that bridge if it gets here. Make the most of now. Besides, you risk closing yourself off from the world entirely if you avoid attachments to anyone or anything that may leave."

"So wise at two in the morning," you chuckled and shook your head.

"I have my moments." He smiled as he carefully picked the puppy up from your lap and offered his hand to help you up. You picked up the crate and clock and returned to your room. You sank into your bed with a sigh as Willy got the pup settled in the crate on his side. Ever the doting father, you thought happily. Soon, everyone was asleep again.

The days went by and you only received one inquiry about the pup. Sadly for them, the description of their missing dog didn't match, but it was difficult to keep the joy out of your voice. He quickly became embedded in your daily routine, as if he had been part of the family all along. He was Charlotte's shadow by day and Ben's in the evening when he returned home. Once the children went to bed, he would lay his head on your lap as you and Willy cozied up by the fire. You counted down the days until you could claim the pup. It would break your heart to see him go now, especially now that he was letting you sleep through the night again.

<one week after the walk in the park>

You and Willy called the children to the study. "Alright, kids. The puppy is officially ours! Now we can name him," you announced excitedly. Ben and Charlotte jumped up and down while the pup bounced around and barked.

"Anything but Tiddles, please," Willy supplied.

"Well, I think he looks like he's dipped in chocolate, but Fondue just doesn't sound right," you replied. "Maybe Biscuit, like the storybooks?"

"What about Brownie?" Ben asked and looked around at everyone. The puppy barked. "I think he likes it!"

"Bwowneeeeeee!" Charlotte squealed.

"That has a nice ring to it," Willy agreed as he pulled a collar out of his pocket and placed it around the puppy's neck. "Welcome to the family, Brownie!"

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[gaycragula]

141 x male reader, where the reader is a child that was rescued by 141 and they meet again later 8n life, when the reader is older and the reader recognized them and just fluff and maybe some tears

Refound Family

Pairing: Familial 141 with a male child/young adult reader Word Count: 783 Masterlist I'm sorry if this is kinda formatted weird, it was the first time writing something like it and I really wasn't sure where to go with it </3

It had been years since you’d been pulled from the rubble of your parent’s home and practically nursed back to health. Years since you’d been taken in under the group of men after it was found out your parents did not make it. Since you’d spent just under 4 years with them before you were officially adopted. When you kicked and screamed and cried that you didn’t want to go after they’d all said their goodbyes.

When you initially started living with your adoptive family, it took you a while to actually consider them family. There were many nights where you cried to your parents that you wanted to go back to your dads. Your parents always managed to calm you down enough for you to drift off to sleep and you eventually found yourself considering them your parents, loving them as though they were your biological parents.

You were an adult now. You worked a decent job that let you afford a small apartment for yourself in a nice city. Your parents kept in contact with you, making sure you were in a comfortable position. If you were having a rough time, they were there to help. Whether it be with money or with food, they were always happy to help you.

Speaking of food, you were in need of some so you took a trip to one of the grocery stores in town. You were browsing through the microwavable meals in the freezer section when you heard the voice that made memories surface. You shook your head at first, there’s no way he was here, not in a fucking grocery store of all places.

Then you heard the second voice. That heavy Scottish accent was unmistakable and you abandoned the freezer section to find the source of the voices. They were a couple aisles over from you and when you saw them, you were sure you were going to start crying.

You’re sure they wouldn’t recognize you and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous. Your palms were suddenly sweaty and it felt about 3 degrees hotter in the store than it had just previously been. You took a deep breath before approaching the men. 

The oldest of the two, Price, gave you a look as you got closer before his eyes drifted to the small metal tags that rested on your chest and a look of recognition passed through his eyes. It had actually been a gift from them to you. A set of your own dog tags so you didn’t feel out. They’d gotten it custom made and gave it to you for your birthday. You rarely took it off.

Their conversation had stopped by the time you stopped next to them. 

“I know you probably don’t remember me,” you started, rubbing your tags between your fingers out of habit. “But I was the kid-” Your words were cut off with a grunt when one of them pulled you into a tight hug. 

“Aye, we remember ya, lad,” Soap whispers, his voice surprisingly full of emotion. It was what sent you over the edge and you started crying as you hugged the Scot back. It had been years and they still recognized you. 

They took you out to lunch so they could catch up with you. You admitted you had issues getting along with your adopted family for a long while and had cried about wanting to stay with them. You found out they’d actually stayed in contact with your adopted parents and were kept updated as you grew up.

They shared your big achievements and birthdays. Price and Soap got to watch your graduation online (Gaz and Ghost were out on a mission and couldn’t make it). They sent you a birthday card every year, simply signed 141. You had no idea it was them.

You’d thought that once you were fully adopted, they stopped participating in your life and here you were, however many years later, finding out it was the opposite. It made you tear back up again and you had to take a deep breath to keep yourself from crying again. It brought you so much joy to see the men you’d considered your dads for the better part of four years.

You don’t know how long you ended up talking to them but by the end of it, Price and Soap had given you their numbers so you could keep in contact with them.  It felt relieving having them back in your life and you’re sure today was not going to be the last time you saw them. You looked forward to your future meetings. Maybe Ghost and Gaz would tag along.

[silvergyus]

Ari, I've fallen into txt's kids head cannons and I can't get up!

Imagine Hyuka’s kids, a boy and a girl a year or two apart, following their dad around a theme park, the girl's pigtails which Kai did himself, bobbing as she walks 😭 Their dad's hands are full of things he's bought for them at the gift shop, so the two little Huenings hold hands so they won't lose each other. Being so similar in age, they're very close siblings and are very affectionate with each other and hold hands a lot, but it warms Kai's heart when he turns around to check on them and finds them trailing after him hand in hand and pointing things out to each other with excitement.

hi cee! sorry this took so long to get to

first of all, this devastated me as an eldest daughter with two younger brothers so I *will* be assuming the girl is the oldest because brothers are supposed to be younger than you, duh

Kai's daughter, dressed in her overalls and pigtails, holding onto her little brother's hand because she doesn't want him to get lost at the theme park. she knows that their daddy would never let them get lost for real but she still doesn't want to lose him :( she doesn't yet know that daddy is easy to find in crowds since he's so tall, since she's small enough that everyone is still tall to her :( and her brother is easy to lose in crowds since he's a few inches shorter than her and his little legs get tired sometimes so he takes lots of breaks.

so they hold hands and they make up stories about the plushies in their hands- what sounds they would make and who would win in a fight and which magic powers they would have. Kai looks back when he hears a pair of roars and a fit of giggles behind him. his two kids laughing at their own jokes, trodding along immersed in their own world, imaginations even bigger than the wonders of the theme park.

his smile grows when he sees his son's eyes light up, eagerly pointing out an attraction they haven't been to yet. his daughter's head whips in the direction of his tiny, chubby finger, her pigtails- the ones that Kai struggled to get even this morning- bouncing as they fly through the air.

he knows that they're already headed over to that attraction, smiling to himself when his kids' turn and race to him, grasps tightening around their stash of plushies and half-eaten candy as they pick up speed, eagerly running to pull at his pant leg, asking "daddy pleeaase can we go over there!" "can we go on that ride? dad, dad dad dad, please can we!?!"

and how could he ever say no?