#cute family moments

[marvelwitchergilmore]

First Kick

Summary: Aaron Hotchner x Fe!Reader -> Both you and Aaron have been in a secret relationship for three years, except when you go into labour, the rest of the team can't help but speculate.

Disclaimer: Just pure fluff. Small descriptions of labour. BAU being a family. Jack and Haley don't exist in this fic. Not Proof Read.

You would have thought working with a bunch of FBI profilers, they would have figured out the truth by now. 

But they hadn’t. 

Instead, both yourself and Aaron had lived in wedded bliss for the last three years and were now expecting your first child. 

Of course, that couldn’t be hidden from the team. The constant morning sickness. The aversions to certain smells. The swollen ankles, the overwhelming emotions and the growing belly. 

Which, as you were sitting at the dim light of your desk filling in the last of the paperwork for your latest case, began to move. 

The others had stepped out for a while, grabbing some food. They had invited you except the thought of walking a block and a half already made you want to fall asleep. So, kissing the top of your head, Morgan took your order and promised to bring you back extra guac. 

The hum from the headphones you placed around your belly filled the small silence, a tune of Motzart rather than a constant drum of a nearby printer. 

However, from under the headphones, you felt a movement. 

It wasn’t big. Barely noticeable. But it was there. 

Or was it? 

Maybe it was nothing. 

Except, twenty seconds later, you knew for certain. 

Pulling the headphones from you, you stood up immediately and rushed towards Hotch’s office. 

And you continued with your normal routine. Knocking on his door, calling his name and stepping inside. 

“Is everything okay?”

Trying not to raise any alarm, you closed his office door behind you before shutting the blinds. 

“Is everything okay?”

Aaron scanned your face. “Honey?”

Within seconds he was by your side. “What is it?”

But then you smiled. And he became confused. 

“What-”

“Feel.”

Taking his hand, you guided it to cover part of your growing belly. “What am I-”

Kick.

You watched every emotion possible pass over Aaron’s face as he took in the feeling of your child kicking his palm. 

“Is that-”

Kick.

Then he laughed. 

Aaron Hotchner laughed. 

It wasn’t often that you got to see this side of your husband when at work. So it was a nice surprise when you did. 

Within seconds, he had stepped a little closer and had carefully removed his hand from the top of your stomach and slipped it under the hem of your shirt, allowing his warm palm to rest against your skin. 

Then your baby kicked harder. 

You both laughed that time. 

“Hey, ow.” You said, looking at your stomach. 

Aaron chuckled lightly before resting his forehead against yours as his other hand rested against your face, brushing the fallen hair from your face and cupping your cheek. 

“She’s moving.” 

You smiled. “You’re still convinced it’s a girl?”

“Of course I am. I’m a profiler. I should know.” 

You chuckled lightly, shaking your head. “I’m a profiler, too, you know.”

“I know.”

“And it’s mother.”

“And you disagree?” He asked, still with a light smile gracing his lips. 

You hummed. “I’m uncertain.”

“Well, how about I give you my profile and see how you feel?”

You laughed. “It really is second nature to you.”

Aaron hummed before moving his hand, still under your shirt, to the top of your belly. 

“You’re carrying high, for one.” His thumb traced back and forth on your stomach. “You’ve suffered with morning sickness before twelve weeks, your main craving so far has been fruit. You sleep on your right side.”

“I always sleep on my right side.”

Aaron smiled. “And your skin,” He stroked his thumb against your cheekbone. “It’s soft.”

You smiled, leaning into his touch. “Except, they are just old wives tales.”

“I’d like to think there is still some justice in them. Are you sure you want to wait until they’re born?”

“Yes.”

“And you couldn’t be persuaded?”

“Nope.”

“Are you sure?” Aaron smirked a little before leaning in and kissing you. 

Pulling his hand from your stomach, he brought it up to the other side of your face and it wasn’t long before he felt your body melt into his. 

“The others are going to be back soon.”

Aaron groaned a little but not before kissing you a last few times before pulling away. 

“You’d think they would have figured it out by now.” 

You nodded. “But it is kinda fun. And I can’t wait until they see our baby. I have a feeling they’ll look like you.”

“I should hope so.”

You laughed. “You know what I mean. And, if it is a girl, don’t they usually look like they’re dad?”

“Are you saying you agree with my profile?”

You hummed. “Maybe. Just a little. You are the Unit Chief of the BAU, so I suppose you have some credibility.”

“Even if they’re just old wives tales?” He asked, raising his eyebrow a little. 

You nodded, with a slight smile. “Even if they’re just old wives tales.”

You finally left his office just before the team got back, but not before stealing a few more kisses. 

Over the following months, the team grew more protective of you. With your pregnancy coming to an end, and still not knowing who the father was, they began to step up. 

It was sweet to watch. 

Penelope had planned your baby shower with JJ’s help. Reid had read up on everything a doctor and midwife knew about giving birth, just in case you went into early labour. Emily had helped you pack your spare hospital bag for the office in case you were rushed into labour whilst at the office or away on a case, being too far from home to drive to get your hospital bag. 

And when Hotch couldn’t be by your side, he made sure either Rossi and Morgan were there to help you. 

“You okay there, Momma?”

You looked to Morgan who had appeared from around the corner. You were leaning against the counter, your hand holding onto the bottom of your belly. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” You breathed out. “Just a little- ow. Okay. Hey-”

“Whoa, hey, okay, take it easy.”

Morgan placed his coffee mug down, coming right back to your side and holding your hand. “What do you need?”

Your grip tightened around his hand. “Ow. Hospital.”

“Okay, okay. Where’s your hospital bag?”

“By my desk. Emily-” You grunted in pain. “Emily knows.”

“Okay, okay. It’s okay. Emily!”

Turning around, it took Emily less than ten seconds to realise what was going on. 

“Okay, Garcia. Hey! Penelope, call Hotch. Let him know what’s going on.”

“Why, what’s-O…oh my god. Okay, Okay. Calling him now.”

By the time Morgan got you to the parking lot, Hotch was pulling in. 

“Get in, I can drive her straight there.”

“Have you got everything you need?”

You nodded. 

“Call us if you need anything?” Emily asked, shutting your door. 

You could only hum, holding onto Emily’s hand. 

She leaned in for a moment, kissing your cheek. 

“See you when you get back, Momma.”

Hotch pulled away a few moments later, rushing you directly to the hospital. 

And for the next twenty hours, Hotch stayed by your side. And the rest of the team started to think. 

“I mean, think about it. When she got braxton hicks. Who was the first one at her side?”

“Hotch.” Penelope answered. 

“Yeah, and the way he looked. I don’t know about you but I have never seen Hotch that nervous.”

“That is true.” Rossi agreed. 

“But they can’t be…together, can they?” JJ asked. “You all had it sussed about me and Will. They couldn’t go this long and not have us at least find out.”

“Maybe they didn’t want us to.”

“Or maybe they’re not together at all.”

“When have you ever known either of them to be that close with each other as they are with us? Rossi, have you ever seen the inside of Hotch’s house?”

“Not for a while, no. Why, have you ever seen hers?”

Emily shook her head. 

“Penelope, can you find out anything?” Morgan asked, turning to his best girl. 

“I can but it would completely wreck my moral standing.”

“You’ve never run a background check on us?” JJ asked. 

“No! That would be an invasion of your privacy. And theirs! If they are a..them, I suppose. Or maybe not. Maybe she is just a single mother and Hotch has decided to help her. He was the first to find out.”

“See, another thing!” Emily pointed out. 

“But Hotch is the first to know everything about us. He’s the main person we have to tell when it comes to personal things that could affect our work.” Morgan explained. 

“But why not come to one of us?” Rossi asked. “JJ, what do you think? Out of us, who would you have come to?”

JJ thought for a moment. “Out of you boys? Probably…Hotch.”

“Really?” Rossi asked. 

“Why not me?” Morgan asked. 

“Or me?” Reid finished. 

JJ smiled. “You know I love you all equally, but out of Three Divorces, Pretty Boy and Chocolate Thunder, I’d want to tell someone I know to be calm. That could remain level headed.”

“And we’re not level headed?” Morgan asked, causing JJ to look up above her shoulder. 

“What did you do when I told you I was pregnant?”

Morgan paused for a second. “You may have a point.”

“Either way, we can’t know for certain that they’re having a baby together.” Reid pointed out. 

“Well, she’s married. Or engaged, at least.”

They all turned to Emily. 

“How do you know that?”

“Her wedding finger. Last time she came back from AL she had a tan line. It was faint, but it was there.”

“Maybe he ran off? They got pregnant but he didn’t want to be in the picture?”

Penelope scoffed. “What a jerk.”

“I don’t think they’d appreciate us speculating like this.”

“JJ’s right. Maybe they’re just friends and Hotch is helping her out. Garcia, have you heard from them yet?”

“Not yet, Sir.”

Meanwhile, at the hospital, the midwife was instructing Aaron to get behind you, holding you up and holding your hands and you continued to push. 

“I don’t think I can do it.”

“Yes, you can. Yes, you can. Come on, honey. I know you can.”

“Can’t you do it for me?”

Aaron chuckled. “I wish I could, but I can’t.”

“Just a couple more pushes, Mrs Hotchner.”

Another wave of contractions hit and you continued to push for another fifteen minutes before finally everyone in the room heard the cries of your baby. 

“You did it, honey. I’m so proud of you. You did it.”

“Is she okay? What-Where is she?”

Aaron smiled, tears in his eyes, pushing the hair out of your own. “She’s-She’s okay. Look, the midwife is just wrapping them up.”

A few moments later, the midwife handed you your baby. 

Two days later they discharged you from the hospital and the first stop made was at the office considering the last of your things had been left there when you went into labour. 

And it also meant the team could finally greet your baby. 

“Ooh, ooh, they’re here. They’re here.”

Penelope was the first to spot you and Hotch standing in his office and it wasn’t long before they were all standing outside. 

However, as the congratulations and praise was made, Penelope’s voice dropped an octave after she got a clear look of the baby. 

“Oh my god.”

“What is it, Garcia?”

“Ohh, ohh, ohh my goodness.”

But you could only smile. 

“You!” Penelope pointed before turning to look at Hotch. “And you! Oh my god! You are!”

You looked behind you, finding your husband standing closer to you than when the team had first walked inside. 

“Are what? Baby girl, what’s-”

And then it clicked. 

With all of them. 

And for a moment they were all stunned into complete silence. 

“Aaron…why didn’t you…”

“Tell you?” Hotch asked, finishing Rossi’s question.

“Truthfully, we kinda maybe wanted to see how long it would take you all to figure out.” You explained. 

“But…how?!” JJ asked. 

You just shrugged. 

“Hints were there if you looked for them.” Aaron said. 

“Hints were- Oh, so, now he tells us. How long?”

“Four years.” You both answered. 

“Four years?!” They all half shouted, quickly remembering there was an infant present. 

“Wait.” Penelope said, holding up her hands. “Oh my god, it’s all coming together. This must be how Sherlock Holmes feels when he cracks a case.”

Both yourself and Aaron smiled before looking down at the sleeping baby in your arms. 

“The weekends away, the lunch orders, the arrive at work together. Oh my god! The touching.” Penelope hit Emily and Derek’s arm. 

“Ow!” They both called. 

“How could you two not have noticed this?!”

“You didn’t notice either!” Emily replied, rubbing her arm. 

“Baby girl, they kept this from us for four years. Why aren’t you hitting them?”

“Because,” Penelope explained. “She had just had a beautiful baby girl. And Hotch is my boss.”

“Can you ever find a way to forgive us?”

They all looked at each other before seemingly coming to the same conclusion. “Fine. But, only if you tell us how it happened and when. And, if you have a wedding re-do so that we all get to attend.”

Both you and Aaron looked at each other. 

“That could work.”

“Great! Now, let me see this beautiful baby girl.” Penelope said, her voice once again chipper, as she came to your side. 

“My goodness, she’s beautiful. Hotch, she looks just like you.”

Aaron smiled at the compliment, but shook his head. “No, that’s all her mom.”

“Oh-ho,” Rossi laughed a little. “She is going to be running rings around us all soon enough.”

Four weeks later, each member of the team turned up together on different days, listening to the story of your relationship. First were the girls and Reid before JJ showed up with Morgan and Rossi. JJ was there to drop some items off that both yourself and Hotch would find useful with the nursery but she didn’t mind hearing the story a second time. 

Eight weeks after you had given birth, your doorbell rang and just as Aaron opened up the front door, Penelope and Rossi walked inside carrying boxes of items before directing the rest of the team through your home into the garden. 

“Dave, what’s going on?”

“You, my dear friend, are getting married.”

“We’re already married.” You said with a small laugh, walking to stand beside your husband. 

Dave nodded. “That you are, but today, you are both getting remarried. You did promise us.”

“We did promise them.” Aaron said, turning to look at you. 

“We did, didn’t we?”

Dave smiled. “So, Uncle Reid is going to be looking after this little one.”

You carefully handed your baby girl to Spencer as Dave continued to explain. 

“Whilst the girls help you get ready and I enlist your help,” Rossi turned to look at Hotch. “To help finish the set up.”

Penelope appeared from down the hallway. “Come on, Emily is finishing setting everything up.”

“I guess I’ll see you at the wedding?”

“I’ll be the one in white.”

Aaron smiled before kissing you quickly as barely a second later Penelope was dragging you upstairs. 

That night was filled with joy, laughter and happiness. Yourself and Aaron shared another set of marriage vows in front of the team. You shared a second first dance, a second first kiss and a first family dance. 

It was a quiet moment on the corner of the dance floor. You were swaying with your baby, softly, in your arms when you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind and a familiar pair of lips kiss your shoulder. 

Turning around you, Aaron held both of you close. Your forehead against his and your eyes closed, his fingers traced patterns against your arms back and forth before down your side and to your hips where he pulled you in a little closer. 

Neither of you knew it until a week later, but Morgan had, with Emily’s help, caught everything on camera. And with help from Penelope, a second wedding video had been made. 

Capturing the full length of your first family dance together.

[jesseevelann]

Sakura: *laying back on the couch, feet up on the coffee table and arms back*

Sarada: *sitting on her lap putting stickers on her face* *giggles* Mama has sticker freckles...

Sakura: Do they look cute?

Sarada: Mmhm!

Sakura: I'm glad.

Sarada: But Mama could still scare people off, even with cute stickers.

Sakura: You think so?

Sarada: Yep!

Sakura: Well, if someone tries to step to us, we'll see if I can scare them away.

Sarada: Yeah! You'll look at them with a mean look, and then they'll run away and cry because they're so scared!

Sakura: Only if they intend to hurt you, cherry.

Sarada: *hugs Sakura tightly* Thank you for always keeping me safe, Mama! I love you!

Sakura: Always, Sarada. I love you so much.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Put that thing back or so help me.

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[gaypeople]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE - 1.07 “The Thing Lay Still”

[gracefireheart]

A few sketches of these guys :]

[wondersinwaynemanor]

i have this hc that the rest of the batkids are getting comfortable in going to Jason and Roy's place, and just know that Jason won't get mad because of Lian's presence.

[i promised myself i won't make the scenerios too long]

---

Jason walks out the room to get some water from the kitchen, when he hears the kitchen cabinet open.

and viola, it's Tim and Steph opening a box of fruit loops cereal.

Jason, tries to keep his voice low: What in the actual fuckery are you both doing here in the middle of the night?

Steph, munching on some food, raises both of her hands: This was Tim's idea. I'm innocent.

Tim, shrugs: Lian said I could have some of her fruit loops.

Jason: I swear, Replacement, I'm going to-

Lian, walking from behind the counter, rubs her eyes: Don't be mad, Jayjay. I told Uncle Tim and Aunt Steph they could take some of my food.

Jason, frustrated at this point: Did you wake her up?

Tim and Steph both shake their heads.

Roy, from their room: Jaaaaaybird, let the kids eat!

Jason, sighing, takes Lian's hand slowly: Let's get you back to bed, Princess.

Lian, sleepily: Don't forget to add to the swear jar, Jayjay.

Tim and Steph laugh quietly by the time Jason and Lian disappear for their sights, and continue to eat.

---

at 5 in the morning, Roy shrieks from the hallway. Jason immediately goes out to check.

Roy, a hand on his chest: Damn it. Cass scared the living hell out of me.

Jason, raises his brow: Cass???

Roy points to the living room. Cass is sitting comfortably on the couch, still in her Black Bat suit, but cowl off. Lian has her head on her lap as Cass runs her fingers softly on her hair.

Cass looks up at the two men, but doesn't say anything. then smiles down as she sings a low lullaby to Lian.

Jason: Uh, I think it's best if we let her be.

Roy, nods: I agree.

---

as Jason and Roy are getting comfortable on bed, Lian knocks on their bedroom door.

Jason: I already put her to bed. I think it's the chocolate milk, Roy. She gets a little hyper before bed.

Roy, getting up from his position, chuckles: Maybe munchkin got hungry. Again.

Jason chuckles with him, putting the blanket higher on his upper body.

Jason is not too sure, but he dozes off for a few minutes. and reaches for Roy on his side, but he isn't there. thinking, Lian did get hungry, he stands up from the bed and exits the room.

he should have just continued to sleep.

on the couch, there's Dick, still in his suit, a few bruises on his face and a bandaged leg, and Duke, on his suit as well, a few bruises on his face too, but no bandages whatsoever. Lian is sat between them as the three of them watch an animated show on the television.

Jason, standing a distance from the couch, crosses his arms on his chest: Last time I checked, this is supposed to be a private apartment for three people. This isn't a vacation home-

in sync, Dick, Duke and Lian shush him, their eyes glued on the screen.

Roy laughs from the kitchen.

Jason, approaches him: What's going on here?

Roy, wipes his hands on the kitchen towel: Lian let them in. Dick is injured-

Jason: Good.

Roy, pulls Jason close by the waist: Dick, your brother, is injured. I patched him up. Duke thought it was a good idea for them to stop by here to rest.

Jason: And they're ruining Lian's sleeping hours.

Roy, kisses his temple: It's a Saturday, Jaybird.

Jason, murmurs: Sure.

Roy, smiles: You're such a dad now.

Jason blushes, hiding his face on Roy's shoulder.

---

as Roy brings Jason on top of him, they hear Lian's loud giggles from outside their room.

Jason, looks down at Roy: I thought she's asleep already.

they both stand up to check on Lian.

and it's her and Damian on the living room floor, a kitten between them. the kitten is wrapped with Robin's cape.

Jason: Looks like the brat found another kitten.

Jason and Roy stare lovingly at the scene for a few minutes. Lian smiles brightly, patting the kitten gently. Damian is also smiling, caressing the animal on his arms.

[emmathe82nd]

New dan bear lore just dropped, Dan’s fursona would unironically be a spectacled bear.

It’s so him. And it’s so cute!

[atoriv-art]

older designs for my specialest guy

[lukazade]

Sleepover with two puny mortals that you're in love with (and everything can go right).

Lowkey based on a fanfic I was writing, but as usual I haven't the confidence to post it! Yeah~

Had this in the drafts for months,,,, figured I'd finish it up now so it's done. I like to kinda have some Finished art on the page hahahaha

[aventurineswife]

Hello! Here again sending in parental requests (for the third time in a row).

My request is about the reader's son along with the characters (Aventurine, Sampo, Childe and Sunday). You know that baby cats climb their owner's legs for food, right? Well something similar would be their baby, climbing their father's leg for fun or whatever. Please take the time to make this request! (Obviously this request was not an impulse, at all...)

-💤🩵 anon

Up! Up!

Tags: Aventurine, Sampo Koski, Sunday, Childe, Fluff, Family Bonding, Parent-Child Interaction, Humor, Cute Moments, Domestic, Protective Dads, Sweet Moments, Playful Child.

A/N: 🤨

The atmosphere in the grand estate was usually one of calculated elegance, but today, it was filled with the soft rustle of small footsteps and a playful giggle that brought a rare warmth to Aventurine’s otherwise stoic demeanor. He stood near the fireplace, his fingers lightly drumming against the back of a chair, as his son’s little hands reached up toward his leg. Aventurine’s gaze softened, though his lips remained curled in their usual, enigmatic smile.

“Are you plotting another one of your schemes, little one?” he murmured, his voice smooth and low, though it was clear he wasn’t exactly scolding. His son’s tiny hands grabbed at his trousers, a gleam of mischief in his wide, curious eyes.

The little one was so much like him—calculating yet innocent in his play. But this was a game Aventurine had never been prepared for. Without thinking, he shifted his weight, carefully bending down to lift his child, allowing the boy to climb up onto his leg, clinging to him as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

His son giggled, a sound that almost made Aventurine’s heart skip a beat. As a parent, he had learned the true meaning of vulnerability—how easy it was to lose control, to gamble away the safety of his own emotions. Yet, in these moments, when his son sought him out for comfort, he was reminded that there were things far more precious than the power he wielded.

“You think this is a game, don’t you?” Aventurine asked softly, though he couldn't suppress the fondness that edged his words. His child gave a small grunt, reaching higher, as if he could conquer the world if only his father would let him.

Aventurine chuckled, the sound unexpectedly light. “You’re a brave one, I’ll give you that,” he murmured, gently lifting his son to sit on his shoulder, the little one now happily swinging his legs, a soft smile curling across his lips.

As the day wore on, Aventurine’s thoughts lingered on the complexity of parenthood. It wasn’t a gamble—no, it was far more precious than that. It was the one thing he couldn’t manipulate, and perhaps that was the most thrilling challenge of all.

Sampo leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and a playful smirk on his face as he watched his son try to scale his leg like an ambitious climber. His son’s tiny fingers grasped at his trousers, pulling himself up inch by inch, determination shining in his eyes.

"Got yourself a little adventurer, don’t we?" Sampo teased, shifting his weight so that his son could reach higher. The boy giggled, nearly tumbling over in his excitement, before clinging to Sampo’s leg as if it were his personal jungle gym.

Despite the carefree banter, there was a softness in Sampo’s gaze, a brief flicker of something deeper that he didn’t let anyone see. The kid’s antics made the mercenary pause, if only for a moment, and savor the simplicity of the moment. It had been so long since he’d allowed himself such luxury—a break from the games, the scams, and the endless need to stay one step ahead of the world.

“You planning to climb me to the top of the world?” Sampo chuckled, lifting his son up, setting him on his shoulder where the little one immediately started giggling, pulling at his hair like it was some kind of prize.

As Sampo adjusted his son, he realized that he wasn’t just playing for the kid’s amusement. He was playing for himself, too. There was something about this, something that grounded him when everything else was always in flux.

“Alright, kid, let’s see how far this goes,” Sampo said with a grin, lifting his son higher and higher, his carefree laughter mixing with the pure joy of the child’s playful shrieks. If anyone else could see this side of Sampo, they’d never believe it was the same sly merchant who could talk his way into or out of anything.

Sunday had been lost in thought, his gaze distant as he gazed out of the window, contemplating the vastness of the stars. But his son’s tiny hands, reaching up toward him from the ground, brought him back to the present. His child, eager and playful, had decided to scale his leg just as a kitten might do when hungry or curious.

With a soft smile, Sunday knelt down, lifting his son into his arms before settling him on his knee. “Such enthusiasm,” he mused gently, brushing his son’s silver hair out of his eyes. “Are you always so eager to climb?”

His son only giggled, wiggling his way up to Sunday’s shoulder as if trying to imitate the very angels that had inspired him. Sunday chuckled quietly, the weight of the world momentarily forgotten as he adjusted his son with utmost care, his own halo giving off a soft glow as his gaze softened.

“You are full of surprises, aren’t you?” Sunday murmured, his heart warmed by the innocent joy his child radiated. Despite his usually composed demeanor, moments like these revealed a side of Sunday that was both protective and nurturing, a father deeply committed to safeguarding the light of the future.

The playfulness of his child—so different from the burdens he had carried in his own youth—was a reminder of why he fought. To create a world where such innocent joy could flourish, free from the sorrow and suffering he had known all his life.

Childe stood in the center of the living room, his usual fiery energy now channeled into an unexpected joy. His son was clinging to his leg, determined to reach the top. The boy’s tiny hands scraped up against the fabric of Childe’s pants, his face scrunched up with the intensity of the climb.

“Are you trying to challenge me?” Childe asked, a teasing lilt in his voice as he looked down at the tiny figure clinging to him. His son paused for a moment, gazing up at him with such focus that it was clear his little mind was already strategizing the next move.

“Just remember, I’m a trained warrior,” Childe continued, chuckling softly, “You’ve got a long way to go before you can take me down, kid.”

The boy’s response was a burst of giggles, and he grabbed Childe’s pant leg with renewed vigor, a challenge Childe was more than happy to accept. He didn’t let his son struggle too much, lifting him gently and setting him on his shoulders.

“There you go, my little fighter,” Childe said, his voice full of affection as he adjusted his son. “Now, what’s next, huh?”

The boy’s hands grasped at Childe’s hair, tugging playfully, and Childe chuckled, his heart swelling with a love that, despite his rough exterior, was tender and real.

[sunlightdrop]

at last, rapunzel was home, and she finally had a real family. she was a princess worth waiting for.

[daisyssousa]

@giftober 2024 | day 24 - summer time ⤷ buck and chris at santa monica pier

[tare-anime]

These curtain calls of SxF musical are just so cute!

I especially love this 3rd day curtain calls.

It’s these details of the actors interactions that show the Forgers interactions:

How Yor fixes Anya’s hair

Their little fist bumps at the end

Proud parents moments

So so so cute 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[iwasbored777]

I love so many relationships in these movies but these two just hit different

[justdrawlynn11]

Rich dude: “None of you are REAL heirs to the throne because you’re all adopted!” Molten:

(Inspired by this video from yesterday-)

[barzyhughes]

MATTHEW TKACHUK IS A STANLEY CUP CHAMPION