#adoptive parents AU

[griseldabanks]

48 for Ed and Al, please?

(Upon further discussion, changed to 37.)

Let Me Count the Ways ask game

Note: This in in the same AU as this fic.

Prompt: "Now what?"

They should have been home already. Ed paced up and down the living room, trying not to pay attention to the rain pouring down outside the windows. He didn't pull the blinds down, because every time he rounded the coffee table, he looked out the window pointing up the street. He would see their headlights as soon as they turned the corner.

Oh, how I wish for soothing rain

All I wish is to dream again

My loving heart lost in the dark—

Ed whipped his phone out of his pocket. No Nightwish today.

No sign of life did flicker

In floods of tears she cried—

Nope. Not Blind Guardian either.

I can't feel my senses

I just feel the cold—

Maybe Seventh Wonder would be better than Within Temptation. But as soon as he tapped on the Mercy Falls album, he remembered why he rarely listened to them. The shriek of tires, the crash of metal and glass....

Cursing under his breath, Ed ripped his headphones off and tossed them onto the couch along with his phone. But that didn't help much, because now he could hear the rain pattering loudly against the windows all around him.

They were late. Why were they late? What was Riza doing, dawdling around like this? Didn't she know they had karate this evening? If they were late to practice, Izumi-sensei would give them an earful and probably just make them do push-ups all night....

He rounded the coffee table again and banged his shin against the corner. Letting out his juiciest swear words and hopping around, clutching his right leg, did little to stop the throbbing pain. And then he landed wrong on his prosthetic foot and tumbled to the ground.

For a minute, he just lay there, still clutching his bruised shin and staring at the dust bunnies under the couch. This was so pathetic. He was pathetic. Nothing but a cripple who couldn't even walk around his own house without falling over. He couldn't even listen to his music without his heart pounding, or look at the rain outside without thinking of that day, that horrible day when he lost everything important to him....

No. Not everything. He hadn't lost everything...yet.

Al and Riza were out in this. Roy...well, who cared about Roy; he could just go and get soaked. But Al...maybe he'd been too scared to go outside in the rain. Maybe he and Riza were stuck in the therapist's office until the rain let up.

Or...maybe they were on the road. Cold rain showering down. Windshield wipers going as fast as they could. Then the shriek of tires, the crash of metal and glass, blinding pain....

Ed surged to his feet, staggering slightly as he got his left leg under himself. His heart pounded in his ears, but not loud enough to drown out the sound of the rain, and his ears were ringing because he couldn't seem to draw enough breath, but he could still hear that rain, and what if Al could hear it too, so much louder than this, and what if—

The grumble of the garage door opening jostled Ed out of his spiraling thoughts. He sucked in a huge breath and hurried into the dining room, ready to throw open the door to the garage himself, just to be sure....

Before he could reach it, the door opened, and there Al was, safe and sound, coat wet but otherwise no worse for the wear. Immediately, his eyes met Ed's across the room, and they immediately knew what the other was thinking. Al had made a beeline for his brother, knowing perfectly well that Ed was home alone, unable to think of anything but the thousands of ways everything could go wrong.

Al opened his mouth and said, “B-B-Brother....”

Ed stared at him for a moment, heart still thudding loudly in his ears, and then he collapsed in a heap on the floor again, a huge sob bursting out of his mouth. Al was there in an instant, tossing his coat onto the floor and kneeling in front of Ed, pulling him into a hug.

Ed drew in a huge, shuddering breath. “Al...?”

“S-Sorry...Brother....”

That voice in his ear was the same one he knew so well, exactly as he remembered it, but he hadn't heard it in so long. He'd wondered if he would ever hear it again.

And that was why Al was apologizing, in stuttering stops and starts, voice choked with tears. As if any of this was his fault.

Ed hugged his little brother back, tighter and tighter, and rested his head against Al's shoulder. The tears came thick and fast, but for once he didn't care. He had his brother back.

Al was sniffling too, and after a few moments, two more arms wrapped around them both. Ed hadn't even heard Riza come in from the garage, but she was here now, and she was crying too. What a mess they all were.

Riza's fingers stroked through his hair, running down his braid and then back up to his scalp again. Her hand didn't feel quite like Mom's, but...it was something. The way Al leaned into her, the tears of joy she shared with them...it felt good. More than good.

Ed wasn't sure how long they'd all been sitting in a heap in the living room when a key turned in the lock and the front door opened, letting in a chilly gust of wind. The jingling of keys, the rustling of a coat hung up on a hook, the thump of wet boots kicked off by the door, were all familiar sounds. Welcome ones, too, Ed realized. Fancy that.

“Hello?” Roy called. “Anybody home?”

“In here,” Riza called with a wet laugh.

“Why are you all sitting there in the...dark?”

Ed didn't look up, but he could feel Roy standing right behind him. Great, now he would know Ed had been crying....

He felt Al look up, and even without seeing it, he could feel the smile on Al's face. “J-J...Join us.”

“Al! You're...You're....”

Al nodded, and then Roy flumped down onto the floor with the rest of them, his big, strong arms wrapping around all of them at once. He let out a disbelieving laugh, quickly followed by Riza's breathless chuckle, and before they knew it, all four of them were laughing and crying in equal measure.

Sitting here in a heap on the floor, with the rain pouring down outside and his brother in his arms, Ed felt something he hadn't felt in a long, long time. Something...warm and safe...something like...home?

When their laughter died down and they all drew back a little, wiping their eyes (even Roy), Ed looked at Al. “Now what?”

Al thought for a moment, then turned to Roy. Taking a deep breath, he said the longest sentence he'd spoken in years. “C-Can I...can I c-call you...D-D-Dad?”

[totallynotasimp67]

My ass is board, and I have no motivation to write so imma posting fic ideas/prompts

The only 2 rules are

1. @ me if you use the prompt, I wanna see your work

2. either separate smut clearly OR make it clear there’s smut, smut make me uncomfortable

Anyway, please enjoy the following prompt and any future prompts

Soldier 76(Jack Morrison)/Reaper(Gabriel Reyes)Adoptive Father AU

Basically in BlackWatch days Jack and Gabriel essentially adopt you, and the ship for Mercy is up to you, the scenario is as follows

Someone was flirting with Angela aka Mercy and you decide to intervene

76/Jack: what in the hell did you do!?

You: they were flirting with miss Angela, so I kicked him in the nuts and called him a dumb cunt cause she has a partner, and even if she didn’t, she wouldn’t want you, ugly mother fucker.

76/Jack: *absolutely fucking shocked (shocked Pikachu)

You: What, she looked uncomfortable, I had to do somethin’

Reaper/Gabe: HA, THAT’S MY KID! Knew I taught you right

[spicy-apple-pie]

One thing about kids is that they will casually trauma dump to you and not bat an eye

Also sorry about the nothing burgers lately, I just prepping for the... next arc...

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Alfred: Who is this?

Seven year old Bruce: His name is Danny. He's my older brother

Alfred: You're an only child. You don't have a brother.

Bruce: Mom? Dad? Do I have a brother?

Thomas: I only ever loved your mother, and I find baby-making repulsive—no offense, Brucie—so biologically, no, you don't have a brother. Emotionally, on the other hand, if you feel like he is your brother, I don't mind calling him my son. It's not like I can't afford it, nor can this lad outrun me.

Alfred: That's... kidnaping, sir.

Martha: Oh don't be so uptight Alfred. You Brits worrry about the sillist of things.

Alfred: Silly thing? You mean the law!?

Martha: Yes, that's a pesky thing. Besides, he has my eyes and Thomas' nose! That's obviously our son.

Bruce considering Danny: He does have your nose, dad.

Thomas proud: A chip off the old block that one. Good job catching your brother Brucie.

Bruce: Thank you! I used my innocent face like you said, Mom!

Martha beaming: A pretty face is a valuable weapon, darling!

Alfred whispering to Danny: Blink four times if you want me to get you out of here. The Waynes are not entirely sane.

Danny:..... The kid just said he needed someone to walk him home cause he was lost.

Alfred: That's how they get you. I once offered Master Thomas my coat during a suprise downpour. That was four years ago, and now I'm a butler. He gave me an embroidered apron with the words, "You're mine now, Brit"

[chipper-smol]

star abducted :3

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt. 7

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

“I’m having a child.”

Danny stared at Batman.

“…Uh, congrats?”

Batman whips out a stack of paper and a pen. “It’s you. Sign here and initial the highlighted spots.”

Danny instinctively, from years of dealing with Vlad, whacked the stack right out of Batman’s hands and into the bay. He doesn’t even feel bad about littering this time because, “Begone, fruitloop!”

Wait, no, that’s not what he meant.

“I mean- I have parents!”

“Not for long.” Batman muttered and then did a double take. “You have parents? How?”

Danny gasped, placing a hand on his chest to clutch his metaphorical pearls. He ignored Batman’s mutters. Everyone knows the vigilante has an adoption problem. At least, everyone who lived in Gotham did, as everyone who didn’t was somehow convinced that he “worked alone” or some bullshit like that. “Are you naturally this insensitive or were you dropped on your head as a baby? Obviously I had to come from somewhere.”

“They’re still… alive?”

“And kicking,” Danny said, inching away from yet another rich weird guy trying to adopt him. “Mostly the kicking part, though.” He said, remembering the sparring sessions. His mom could kick his as six ways to Sunday with nothing but jiu-jitsu and still have time to work in the lab.

“I see.”

“I’m charging you extra for the emotional upheaval. I have trauma regarding rich people trying to adopt me.”

Batman sullenly handed over a thousand.

“Sweet. There’s a group of shades down here asking if you could find their murderer. Apparently the serial killer is still at large.” Danny pointed.

“Of course. Tell me everything.”

The adoption papers disappeared as Batman went into detective mode.

Danny shoved the cash into his glowing chest and breathed a sigh of relief. He needed to make rent this month so it was a windfall running into Batman.

——

“Hey, Tim?”

Tim woke up from his Power Nap. “Huh?”

“Phantom’s complaining that Batman kept trying to adopt him.”

Tim blinked. “Uh.. what does that have to do with me?”

Danny stared at him, a patiently amused smile on his face. “Just in case the rumor about the Wayne’s sugar-daddy-into the Bats was a thing. Other than that, we might have to confront Batman to get him off of Phantom’s back. ”

“You… want to confront Batman.”

“Hey, man, Phantom’s a friend and it’s ride or die.” Danny snickered. It was literally die, with his Phantom side of things. He held two fists up, and wound them, like Popeye right after eating spinach or something. “And if Batman bothers Phantom, we ride at dawn.”

“Batman doesn’t come out unless it’s dark, though? Or for the Justice League.” Tim grinned. He mentally classified Danny under his “to go to” list. That’s where Bart, Bernard, Cassie, Kon, and Garfield were. If he starts shit, he could count on them to have his back and cause even more shit. Danny, wanting to fistfight Bruce over the man making Phantom uncomfortable? He absolutely is making that list.

“Then we ride at, like, dusk. Or uh, like 10PM. I gotta get my beauty sleep.”

“You’ll definitely need it,” Tim inconspicuously texted the group chat, which quickly blew up.

“Shut up,” Danny playfully shoved Tim. “Wait, can Batman even legally adopt? Isn’t being a vigilante illegal? And how can he adopt someone dead?”

Tim dramatically flailed and splayed over Danny’s carpeted living room. “Dunno about his identity,” he lied to Danny, like a liar. “But Gotham has a bunch of laws for the undead/restored to life people so there’s probably enough gray space there.”

Danny spluttered. “You guys have undead friendly laws?”

“Yeah, geht do you think Grundy just chills out? Plus, we have like a minor resurrection event every few years. It usually doesn’t stick but sometimes it does. Bruce pushed for those laws when Jason came back to life, except he doesn’t actually want people to know he’s like, alive.”

“Jason died?” Danny blinked. Well, that would explain the vibes. “Huh. So what’s up with his rank vibes then?”

“Rank vibes?” Tim pressed record on his phone.

Danny nodded. “Yeah, you know how Phantom’s got like a really chill green vibe?” Inwardly, Danny snickered at his pun. Chill. Yeah, he meant that very literally. “Jason’s got kind of a rank green vibe. He’s kind of stinky? Definitely never introduce him to Phantom.” Danny’s senses got worse in his ghost form.

“Jason regularly showers, though?!”

“Not smell! Like, a spiritual smell?”

“You can smell souls?!” Tim sat up. “Bro, you’re a meta?!”

“Uh.” Danny hesitated. “Yeah. I can smell souls. It’s a thing. Everyone from my town can do it.”

“What?!” Tim paused. “Wait, can Phantom smell souls?”

“Yeah. We’re, uh, from the same town.”

“Danny, what the fuck?”

“Hey, don’t look at me like that, you’re the one with a soul-sick brother! Not to mention, you’re kinda stinky too!”

“Hey!”

“Soul-stinky nerd man!”

——

“I stink?!” Jason spluttered out, extremely offended.

“The Lazarus pits. He’s most likely smelling traces of Lazarus pit on you, you imbecile.”

“We need to speak to Phantom. This instant.”

“I dunno, B. Danny sounded like he was gonna break your face if you bothered Phantom anymore.” Dick snickered.

“Yeah,” Tim chimed in, from his seat in front of the Bat-computer. “He was pretty serious.”

“Are we just gonna glaze over the fact that they’re from the same town?!” Stephanie exclaimed, practicing her moves on a training dummy.

“How does that even work? What does that mean? I thought Phantom was an immortal?” Duke asked.

“We also can’t rule out time-travel.” Barbara slammed her baton into a training dummy, twisting her wheelchair in an agile maneuver that left the dummy on the floor.

“No bothering Phantom.” Cass proclaimed.

“That’s quite right. You all have a warm dinner sitting above your cave and should it remain uneaten, I assure you that sherbet Sunday and crêpe Tuesday shall be canceled.” Alfred stepped in. The Bats, threatened, scrambled to ditch their gear and go upstairs.

[stars-obsession-pit]

The GIW capture Jack and Maddie Fenton to force them to make tech for them (and maybe also Jazz too for leverage).

Danny, unfortunately, is not strong enough to break them out on his own.

So, he gets help.

He may not want to reconnect with his birth family, but he at least trusts that they’ll listen to him (unlike his past calls to the Justice League helpline that failed to bring about anything).

…though he’ll admit, he hadn’t expected Bruce Wayne to not know he had another son.

Hopefully that doesn’t complicate things between them too much. He does still need their help rescuing his adopted parents (his true parents, in his eyes)

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

Sup I come bearing gifts 

❄️🌊Arctic Sea Nymph Danny🌊❄️

Let’s go, so Danny somehow ends up in the arctic because of the Usual ( GIW got to bad, Bad Fenton everyone got murked etc) and starts to hang out with the wild life around there and somehow ends up getting adopted by the local siren population, and now to the DC part of this so Danny and his siren parents or well pack as the siren what him to call them ( Danny starts to understand them but to people who haven’t been around sirens long enough it just sounds like growls and screaming to them) anyway so Aquaman hears about a sea nymph who’s been living in the Arctic and been adopted by a siren pack who are mind you VERY violent when it comes to outsiders around them and their pack so Aquaman goes to investigate it and finds Danny being all mysterious and mystical and than you all know what happeneds next ✨Misunderstandings✨

Now for what Danny looks like something like this

(Looking all mystical and shit)and well wearing something like this

Also just for a treat there is what I’m thinking the sirens look like a mix of this and

Just imagine darker hues on the second pic. And for the cavern it looks something like this

I like this concept so I’ll probably add more in a another post anyway

byee you Crows of the Fea world

[northstarscowboyhat]

Justice Family Cuddles ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: Bruce has a 'if you can't beat them, join them' mentality about the tabloids claiming he adopts too many kids- Developing foster homes that are paid for through the Wayne inheritance, personally vetted by the Bats, they're the leaders in the space for child health outcomes and family placement. Insert Danny.

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Bruce has too much wealth, too many rumors and not enough reach into the abhorrent foster homes around Gotham to improve them. Tim ends up being the one to suggest it- He's the one who buys up their real estate for their safe houses after all- and Bruce is more than ready to pull the metaphorical trigger to get new clean welcoming spaces, Bat-background checked fosters and a new era of adoption in Gotham underway.

He's lobbied the state and the federal government for reforms of course, but this is a project he can micromanage. He spends time with every kid that comes through, talks with all the families that want to adopt and makes sure that these miniature homes are provided only the very best. Alfred personally hires all the staff, and with Barbara more than happy to help relocate the unhoused children she spots while they patrol, the project is a glowing success.

Occasionally, spots in their houses fill up, and those are the weeks were Cass takes on the Cowl of Batman- Bruce Wayne will personally invite a child in need to his home. He always has one of his kids present (they rotate on a pre-determined schedule) and he does his best to try and get them to understand that they deserve the world, have all the potential that anyone else has and can achieve a bright future. That he will personally aid them in their ambitions.

PR goes crazy for it of course, but Bruce and all of his children know its genuine. Almost too genuine, because a betting pool 'WILL THEY BE ADOPTED' regularly circulates between the siblings and the entire JL when someone spends time at the manor. And not just the black-haired, Blue-eyed kids get picked as favored outcomes- but obviously the running joke gets passed around.

It's a Thursday night when Bruce gets the call that the houses have once again filled up, and that there is a child in need of a home. The social worker (he knows her as Marsha and he has flowers planned to be sent on her birthday next week, like he does for all of his employees) (Say micromanaged one more time) explains that the kid is a bit cagey but has opened up with some humor. She explains that he has a few strange... mannerisms. She's not sure what to make of him, a non-gothamite for sure but something is, well, distinctly 'not from around here' about his energy.

Danny arrives at the house, meets Duke and Alfred, and by the time Bruce meets him at the dinner table it seems as though Marsha had it all wrong. This kid was laughing, he was teasing, he was totally playing along like he'd gone through nothing. Bruce is glad he's in high spirits but its just so... so different from all the other children he's taken in.

Bruce re-focuses on the conversation when Duke mentions something flashing, and its the first time that Danny goes quiet. Entirely still.

"...you noticed that?" Danny quietly asks, a bit of disbelief in his tone.

"You don't have a flashlight on or something do you? It was super bright whatever it is that you had in your hand a second ago?" Duke tries to sound chill but he's looking very much not chill. Bruce saw nothing, and that puts him further on edge.

"Look... I uh, I've been though... I've been through a lot lately. And the last lab I was in kind of, messed with me. I'm normally much better at dealing with it all, I promise." Danny sounds nervous, and the room seems to chill.

"Ah shoot, sorry." Danny notices something and frantically apologizes.

"Sorry for what Danny? You've done nothing wrong but I am worried about you- You said you were in a lab?" Bruce is desperately trying to calm him down while not slipping into Batman interrogation mode.

"Uh, yeah, like a lot of labs. It should get warmer in a second, its just cause I startled, I promise."

"You're a meta." Duke speaks softly and with hope in his voice- Danny is looking between them with wide eyes filled with fear.

"I mean I don't technically have the gene-"

"Danny, have you told any of your case workers where you were? Do any authorities know what you've been through?" Bruce needs to know, desperately, that who ever gave this young boy super powers is brought to justice. Danny goes quiet.

"I'm really sorry." He says softly, but he doesn't leave them.

Duke and Bruce try to ask a few more questions but the silence that meets them declares the conversation over, even with Duke admitting he himself is a meta. Danny didn't even look up from his plate. They watch a movie after dinner, and Danny seems to get back to the smile-y happy guy he had been before dinner.

Each of the bat-fam have their own interactions with Danny- And even if they're getting along amazingly, Danny won't open up. He doesn't open up to his provided therapist. Doesn't talk to Alfred. No one knows what's up.

So when Marsha calls Bruce back explaining they now have a spot for Danny and he can move out of the Manor... Bruce replies that he'd like to get started on Adoption paperwork, so long as Danny is fine with it.

---

Turns out, Danny is fine with it. he's both the newest Wayne and their newest case. (And godamnit, his new family is going to avenge him. If only he'd let them try.)

Danny figures out that Duke= Signal early on because of that dinner, and if he's going to keep his parents out of jail, he needs to be as close to the investigation as possible. He knows that he shouldn't protect the Fentons, but he feels the upset in his core at the thought of letting them befall any harm. He has to protect them. Has to protect Jazz and her hiding spot as a mole within their lab. Has to.

Even if it meant lying to his new family who loves him, and who he loves in equal return. Even if it means lying to The Bats.

---

Tabloids go crazy about the black-haired blue-eyed thing of course, but no poll was ever taken by the batfam or the JL who know the whole story.

[jiangyanlissidepiece]

(POV: little Ning Yingying overhears the peak lords gossiping about her Baba and corrects them!!)

—

“What?” Ning Yingying blurted out before she could stop herself, pure confusion on her face. “Shizun doesn’t sleep with women!”

Several faces blanched, and Yue Qingyuan rapidly began to look constipated at her bluntness.

“Oh honey,” Qi Qingqi said, pitying. “You shouldn’t even be hearing about this.”

Ning Yingying shrugged off the hand the older cultivator placed on her shoulder, now even more upset. “He doesn’t sleep with my aunties. That would be weird. And gross.”

“Your aunties…?” Mu Qingfang’s eyes cleared. It looked like he was rapidly putting things together in his mind.

“Your aunties are at the Warm Red Pavillion?” Qi Qingqi seemed stuck on that fact, eyebrows raised high.

“Yes!” She tried not to stomp her foot. Just because Baba didn’t mind when she acted childish, doesn’t mean they wouldn’t. “Why else would he go and visit there?”

Wei Qingwei coughed awkwardly. “Well, I mean…”

Qi Qingqi stomped on his foot, and he let out an unmanly screech.

“Why do your aunties live at the Warm Red Pavillion?” Qi Qingqi asked carefully, eyes narrowed.

“Ba—Shizun says it’s because he doesn’t have enough money to pay for them to leave.” The little girl looks sad, but then she brightens up again like a flower in the sun. “But he says he’s getting there, so they might leave soon!”

“Oh.” Shang Qinghua said, looking paler than usual. “Well that’s fine, then.”

“Did you almost call him something else?” Asked a female peak lord who Ning Yingying didn’t recognize.

“Baba says I can’t call him Baba in public…” Ning Yingying informed them glumly. “Because people might think he didn’t adopt me. And that they might treat me differently. I think that’s kinda stupid, though, but don’t tell him I said that…”

Yue Qingyuan put a hand over his entire face, and groaned.

[whotfelsewantedtobelynnyx]

DIHWYF Incorrect Quotes but it's mild Carmine sisters chaos

Because ✨sisters ✨

Clara, staring at newly adopted Vaggie: Um...want a beer?

Odette: She's like...five!

Clara: I DUNNO, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH HER?!

Clara: I'M BREAKING THE WINDOW!

Odette, whispering into her phone: Uh, hi- we locked our baby sister in the car and people are judging us.

Clara, now running around looking for a rock: I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GONNA BREAK IT!

Odette, whirling around: DO NOT BREAK THE WINDOW, YOU'LL GET GLASS ON HER!

Odette: But if you keep making up words, no one will understand you.

Young Vaggie: Clara will. Watch. *tugs on Clara's arm*

Clara: Yeah, squirt?

Vaggie: *complete gibberish*

Clara, immediately playing along: Whoa, are you serious?

Vaggie: *more gibberish*

Clara: I'd never considered that before!

Vaggie: *very serious gibberish*

Clara, patting her head: This changes everything.

Odette, facepalming: You're both crazy.

*Odette, spotting Vaggie trying to sneak out of her bedroom: Oh, not again. Come on, go back to bed before Mamá sees you.

Vaggie: But I don't want to go to bed!

Odette: Too bad, manita.

Vaggie, pouting: Why do I have to go to sleep? Why can't I just stay awake all night?

Odette, sighing and getting up to walk her back bed: Because that's the way the world is.

Vaggie: Well I'm going to make it so that's not how the world is!

Odette, tucking her in: That sounds like a big job. You're gonna need a full night's sleep for that.

Vaggie: Yeah, I will! *triumphantly snuggles in*

Vaggie, ten minutes later: Hey, wait a second-

Vaggie, curled up in front of the fridge: :(

Clara, spotting her: You alright, hermana?

Vaggie, sadly: I just miss Odette**.

Clara, sitting down next to her: Aw, I know.

Vaggie: And the fridge doesn't like me :(

Clara: I...know?

*Odette: Bed. Sleep. Now.

Vaggie, trying to hide behind Clara: But I'm not tired!

Clara: Yeah, 'Dette, she's not tired!

*they're both asleep in Clara's bed in ten minutes later*

Clara, snuggling lil' Vaggie: Big sister's going to drop-kick anyone that touches you 🥰

Odette, without missing a beat: And bigger sister's going to bail big sister out of jail.

Carmilla, cuddling Vaggie after she tripped and fell: I know it's tough, mija. But hey, how many times have you bumped your head or gotten a bruise while you're playing with your sisters?

Vaggie, holding an ice pack on her knee: Um...lots.

Carmilla: Right. And what do they always tell you?

Vaggie: ...don't tell Mamá?

Carmilla, who was fully expecting a different answer: What?!

Clara, who'd walked into the room to check on her little sister: Uh...I'll maybe come back later?

Clara, holding an ice pack to her sister's head: How much do you remember?

Teenage Vaggie, who'd just gotten into her first fight: Just the ambulance ride to the hospital, I think.

Odette: That wasn't an ambulance ride, I drove you.

Vaggie: But I heard sirens?

Clara: That was your girlfriend.

Charlie, clutching the largest teddy bear the hospital sold***: I got nervous!

Charlie, fresh into their relationship: If something happened to Vaggie, I...I couldn't live with myself.

Odette, completely straight faced: You wouldn't have to. Clara and I would kill you.

Vaggie, trying to sneak off with Charlie at a party: Guys, I need your help.

Clara: Oooh, ok. I have an idea.

Odette: Is it a bad idea?

Clara: *darts off in Velvette's direction*

Odette, jumping up to chase after her: CLARA, IS IT A BAD IDEA-****

Vaggie, walking by with a teapot:

Clara: Whatcha doing?

Vaggie: It's for Zestial. I'm planning on making some bad choices tonight and I want him on my side when Mom finds out.

Clara: Oooh, smart. I'll have to remember that.

Odette, not looking up from her laptop: I never realized the forethought that went into raising our mother's blood pressure.

BONUS:

Carmilla, trying to calm Lucifer down after he came to her for advice about Charlie: Look, I've raised three fully functional, well adjusted children and-

Luci, sniffling: You have three kids I don't know about?

Carmilla: ...

BECAUSE I LOVE THEM ALL

Here's a link to the AU!

*these exchanges definitely took place less than an hour apart.

**Odette is fine, she's just on a business trip and her sisters are sad.

***That bear is not for Vaggie. She has a different one for Vaggie. The older Carmines got her that so she would calm the fuck down

****is this a hint as to how Charlie and Vaggie meet? 🤫

[spicy-apple-pie]

Damian is used to foster parents telling him to eat what's on the table and not give him much else to eat. Luckily, the Manor isn't like that.

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[petite-phthora]

Dp x Dc prompt #6

Verda the blob ghost was just casually floating around, enjoying exploring the different cities.

While they’re quite old in ghost terms, Verda has never really gone to the human world before.

So, they got curious and one thing led to another and now they’re here. Floating around from place to place, exploring.

Everything here is so different here from the ghost zone and—

Oh!

Verda stopped dead in their tracks when they feel a call for help coming form another core.

And not just any other ghost core. No, it’s a baby core calling for help!

Well of course Verda has to go check it out and help the poor distressed thing.

And if they end up becoming the new ghostly parent to a recently formed baby ghost?

Well, Verda believes that they’ll be perfectly fine taking care of their new child.

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Jason doesn’t know what the hell is going on.

All he knows is that he got in a though spot in a fight without back-up and then a glowing green floating blob thing showed up that has refused to leave since.

It somehow got him out of the fight safely and now it keeps following him around. No matter what he tries, he can’t get rid of it.

He even tried shooting it, only for it to happily eat the bullets!

He glances at the blob.

Well… the little guy does look quite cute…

It seems to notice he’s looking and, while it’s hard to read its body language or facial expression, he gets a distinct feeling of happiness-calm-reassuring from it that leaves him slightly rattled.

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