#foster care au

[bruciemilf]

Battinson with baby Tim and Jason, please?

I love Annie, so please, give me all the adoption AUs. There's some real angst In Bruce honestly believing kids are the single luxury he'll never afford.

Plus, if those kids who used to crush his fingers between doors for fun were right about one thing, is that the Waynes were cursed. He'll never put anyone through that.

Bruce who meets Jason when he sees some of Falcone's men chasing him, saves him, and it's just his rotten luck that someone took a pic.

Apparently, he's the father of a little Crime Alley bandit successfully hid from the public.

Jason thinking Bruce keeps him around for image while Bruce genuinely loves him, sure, angsty. But.

What if Bruce wasn't a Wayne?

I'm just thinking of a prince and pauper fusion with Tommy Elliot, who's switched at birth with a baby boy that's so deathly pale and quiet.

Bruce who grows up in foster care, raising againts the odds, finally getting into college to become a paediatrician.

He interns, sometimes, for Wayne Ent, because Mr. Thomas likes his green energy, affordable ideas.

"I know it's horrible for me to say this, but," He sighs, " I wish my son was a bit like you." Bruce tells him, trust me, no one should be like me. But thank you. And please, tell Alfred to not pack 30 containers of food.

Bruce also works as a nurse. He comes home beat and sleepless and he doesn't even know how his apartment is clean. Doesn't know who covers him with a blanket after he collapses in a deep sleep.

He does find out, when he finds Dick, Jason, and Tim eating his food after a long shift that ended early. Dick, 15 and tall like a brickhouse, tackles him while the others run, " You don't tell anyone. Least of all Tom. Got it?"

He frowns. Tom did say (Bruce doesn't want to sound mean, but it did convey more like bragging) he just adopted a few boys. "But you're adopted by the richest man in Gotham. Why come here?"

Dick huffs, " He's gonna throw us out the minute he wins the election. Plus, this was OUR house before you moved in. This is Catherine's house. We're not moving."

Jason, a tiny little thing, steps forward, tear marks drying on his hollow cheeks. " ...You need to make sweets. Those blueberry fudge cakes you make when you're sad."

Bruce accepts. " But you have to tell me everything. Deal?"

Clark Kent, a reporter who's been assigned to investigate Gotham's potential trust fund mayor, whom rented the cheapest apartment right next to Bruce, thinks that's very interesting story indeed.

[alaskan-wallflower]

Au where, Foster Ponyboy, Mrs Curtis and Mr Curtis are still alive, Soda and Darry’s bio Parents, Darry is freashy 18, Soda is 14, they got Custody of Johnny Cade, and are trying to figure out things with the adoption agency, which also in this case happened to be the foster care center, Pony comes in sitting down (he’s like 11-12) and he was kinda shy and bro was short and scrawny and had been through the screwed up foster care system way to many times (not hard though, like a lost puppy, like Johnny expect, not Johnny.) his eyes met with Mrs Curtis and they kinda stayed there, her decribtion of them to him was “the most darling eyes I’ve ever seen” and he kinda just sat next to her, the whole time, holding her hand, like not forcefully gently. Like how a mother holds a babies hand. Mr Curtis also took a liking to him bc he kinda just stared at him, eyes tricking and holding onto Mrs Curtis and smiling at Soda’s Shagins, Hiding at Darry case (bros spooky even if he was just trying to be friendly.)

He went home as a Curtis that night. (And Johnny got adopted to and the Curtis parents didn’t die!!!)

wait i actually fw this

this is really cute!! i love the headcanons that johnny was practically a curtis pre curtis parent deaths, one of my main hcs is that sodapop was the kind of kid who was literally just like “yeah you’re my friend now whether you like it or not” and johnny just rolled with it but when mrs curtis saw how thin and scared he looked her mama bear instincts kicked in and she was just not having any of it. i love aus where johnny gets adopted by them too, so cute :(

My favorite aus are ones where the curtis parents live but then again the book wouldn’t have happened if they did. this is really cute!!

[eastons-creations]

How the FUCK do people write from Sirius’ perspective.

My whole story is from his pov and I’m struggling….I normally do Remus, so I feel I know him like the back of my hand, so Sirius’ feels so odd to do. But it’s important to do his for the story.

Why is so hard to write for me lol😂

Feel free to give me your best tips on how to write this man.

[chasing-posts]

Foster care au.

In a world when Sakumo still commits suicide, but rather than letting Kakashi become a ninja instantly and have him raise himself and live alone at five years old (WHOSE ASININE IDEA WAS THIS-), he gets put in a foster care home.

And the person who volunteers as his foster, is Maito Dai. And he helps Kakashi work through his trauma while also ensuring the rivalry with his son Gai, stays healthy.

[innytoes]

As a special treat to myself for finishing the Foster Care AU, and to celebrate chapter 3 (Ray's pov) going up: I commissioned the amazing @buttercookie-art for some Best Dad Ray Molina holding world's most deserved mug.

[fosterverse-au]

New Oneshot!

little oneshot update for the fosterverse!

TWs for bullying (verbal and physical), mild blood, and very vaguely implied SA

[wr0temyway0ut]

HI MORE FOSTER CARE AU PLZ I’m a sucker for Molina family and Willie interactions

Hi M! I don't have any more Willie and Molina interactions written yet but here's some Reggie and Julie being siblings to make up for it:

When Julie stumbles downstairs at 6am to find some breakfast, the last thing she expects to find is Reggie, already awake and moving, humming along to whatever song is playing through his headphones. Her brother is a notorious night owl, and usually doesn’t roll out of bed until the absolute last minute before he has to be somewhere. Of course, the same could be said about Julie, which is why when she lets out a startled yelp at the sight of him, Reggie jumps and answers with his own scream, brandishing his mop like a weapon. “Why are you swiffering at 6am?” Julie demands.

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

I've started posting the last installment of my  Fostering Hope Series

Part 10: Stark Shift by happyaspie

No Archive Warnings Apply | Rated T | Chapters 1/2 | Non-Verbal Peter Parker, Foster Care AU, Adoption

Summary: An adoption date has been set, leaving Peter with a lot of mixed emotions. He has a lot to work through in the time leading up to what will become one of his life's most significant moments.

Slowly, Peter read the letter. It was a court date for his adoption to be finalized. In less than two weeks time, his last name would shift to the middle and a new surname tacked to the end. He’d be Peter Benjamin Parker Stark. A frisson of excitement zipped up his spine. At the same time, a twinge of sadness made itself at home in his chest. The adoption would make Tony and Pepper his official forever family. At the same time, the connotation of the proceeding wasn’t lost on him. It was a vivid reminder of his first family, all of whom were laid to rest: his mother, his father, his aunt and uncle. His eyes watered without his permission; a bizarre combination of elation and grief.

[mckinlily]

Summary:

Allura's father died a month before she graduated high school. That is not relevant to this story. (It's not.) Allura has been looking forward to her first semester of college for ages, and she has it all planned out from her major to extracurricular to her dorm room aesthetic. Except… Nothing in is turning out the way she had planned. Boringly easy classes, difficult peers, unfulfilling clubs… And who is this Shiro with understated snark and more secrets than meets the eye?

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Chapter 3

[legolasghosty]

I Belong in Your Arms

Happy JATP Feb Fan Fest day!!!! This is my gift for @interestinglittlerelationship! Hope you enjoy! (Also sorry I'm a bit late!)

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Relationship - Willex Rating - Teen Additional Tags - Foster Care AU, Friends to lovers (mainly friends at this point), hurt/comfort, heavy on the comfort!

Summary -

Alex takes a right at the prompting of his phone and spots the hanging sign for Bohemia Roast. A grin spreads across his face when he spots a familiar figure lounging on a table just outside the cafe. He debates trying to sneak up on them for a second, but decides against it. The accidental elbow he got to the ribs last time he tried makes a solid case against it. “Willie!” he calls out instead, tucking his phone into his pocket. Willie looks up and Alex can see the exact moment he spots him, because his whole face lights up. Alex is still a good ten feet away when Willie rushes him, nearly bowling them both over onto the sidewalk with the force of his hug. Alex squeezes them back just as tightly. It’s been way too long since they’ve actually seen each other in person. 

Read Here on AO3, or read the whole fic below the cut!

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Alex hurries to the front of the bus, shooting a quick smile and a “Thank you” to the driver before stepping off onto the sidewalk. He’s 99% sure this is the right stop. Well. Okay, more like 64% sure, but that’s just the anxiety talking. His phone buzzes in his hand, telling him to go left. If Google can be trusted, his destination is only a five-minute walk away.

He turns and starts down the sidewalk. The sun is bright above him, even though it’s the middle of October. He ducks around a young couple taking pictures with some celebrity impersonator with a flashy white wig. Seriously? He hadn’t realized that was still a thing that happened outside of theme parks. Though maybe Hollywood is a bit like a theme park. It would explain a thing or two.

Alex takes a right at the prompting of his phone and spots the hanging sign for Bohemia Roast. A grin spreads across his face when he spots a familiar figure lounging on a table just outside the cafe. He debates trying to sneak up on them for a second, but decides against it. The accidental elbow he got to the ribs last time he tried makes a solid case against it. 

“Willie!” he calls out instead, tucking his phone into his pocket.

Willie looks up and Alex can see the exact moment he spots him, because his whole face lights up. Alex is still a good ten feet away when Willie rushes him, nearly bowling them both over onto the sidewalk with the force of his hug. Alex squeezes them back just as tightly. It’s been way too long since they’ve actually seen each other in person. 

“Your hair’s longer,” Alex mumbles without letting go, those same strands tickling his nose.

“You still have this hoodie,” Willie responds, his fingers tugging on the pink fabric.

“Someone told me pink was my color,” Alex snarks.

“That person must be a genius,” Willie says, chuckling. “I missed you,” he adds a moment later.

“I missed you too.”

Alex doesn’t bother saying more than that, not yet. Right now, he can just soak up Willie’s warmth and familiar presence. Sure, Willie’s hair is a bit longer, and Alex is taller than him now, but they’re still the same people they were a few years ago when they met. And even though they haven’t seen each other all that often since Alex got moved out of the group home after a couple of weeks, they’ve still been in each others’ corners ever since that first night.

Eventually, Willie relaxes a bit and Alex pulls back. “So,” Willie starts with a smirk, “what brings you to Hollywood?”

“Oh, all the famous people,” Alex jokes. “I think I even saw Marilyn Monroe back there.”

“Wow, de-aging technology has gotten so fancy,” Willie retorts with a laugh. “Hasn’t she been dead for like… a while?”

Alex shrugs, faining innocence. “I’m just telling you what I saw.”

Willie stares at him for a second before they both burst into giggles. It feels good, laughing with Willie again. In person, not over the phone.

“Come on, you have got to try this place’s iced teas,” Willie declares.

Alex just grins as Willie grabs his hand and pulls him into the little cafe. The interior is warm and cozy, lit largely by the sunlight that streams in through the front windows. Shelves along one wall hold a mix of plants and in-house coffee blends. The rest of the space is taken up by stools and tables, along with a couple of couches. The place is just the right level of loud, enough that Alex can feel the life flowing around him but not enough that he feels the need to shout. 

“Okay I know I said tea,” Willie says as they approach the counter, “but no pressure there. What do you want?”

Alex inhales the scent of fresh coffee. It smells great… for another time. “No I think I’m with you in the tea club today,” he responds. “Dan and Judy are nice and all, but I swear coffee is the only thing they drink. Period. I haven’t had a decent iced tea in like six months.”

Willie nods. “Makes sense, they sound like coffee people.” They glance up at the menu board. “I was going to try the passion fruit one this time, but the strawberry citrus I had last time was sick.”

“I’ll trust your judgment,” Alex agrees, swinging their still joined hands back and forth a bit. “Hasn’t steered me wrong yet.” He pauses, thinking. “Well, okay, except for that sushi thing. And Thor whatever number the last one was. And that dog that-”

“Hey, that last one is Google’s doing,” Willie protests, cutting him off. “I just gave you what the top search result was.”

“Yeah and then I got bit by a freaking lapdog,” Alex retorts, a laugh bubbling up behind his words.

“Wow, ‘freaking’?” Willie teases back. “Someone’s working on their language.”

Alex groans and drops his forehead down on their shoulder. “Dan and Judy blow a gasket whenever I say anything even remotely connected to a swear word,” he explains. “Like, come on, if you’re gonna be foster parents, you’ve got to be able to manage kids that come from homes where swearing is a thing.”

Willie winces sympathetically. “That’s rough, dude. You should leave them a nasty review on Rate My Foster Parent.”

“That’s not a real site,” Alex mumbles, but a smile is starting to pull at his lips again.

“But it could be,” Willie counters.

Alex rolls his eyes, then smirks. “Oh but how would lovely individuals like Ms. Hannigan ever stay in business then?” he retorts.

Willie shudders. “All the more reason for it to be a thing,” they decide. “I had to watch the 2014 Annie way too many times with Lydia while I was with the Bennets.”

“You have a point,” Alex concedes as the person in front of them finishes ordering and steps away.

“What can I get for y’all?” the woman behind the counter asks with a friendly smile.

“I think we’re in the market for iced tea,” Willie responds. 

He mirrors the barista’s grin, but it’s not the same as the easy one he’d been wearing a moment ago. It’s a bit tighter around the edges, lips closer together and fewer crinkles around his eyes. Alex is familiar with having different smiles for different situations of course, he probably has half a dozen himself. And Willie’s “I’m being polite” smile isn’t nearly as distinctive as it was three years ago when they met, which is a good sign. But still, Alex wishes he could lift some of the weight that pulls at their face when they’re pretending to be happy, but not sure if they’re allowed to exist. 

“And you said the strawberry citrus, right?”

Alex starts, realizing he zoned out for a second. “Yeah, that one,” he tells Willie. He gets a glimpse of the real smile again at that. It makes him feel all light inside, just like it always has.

Willie finishes ordering and reaches for his wallet.

“No it’s cool, I got it,” Alex says, hand slipping into his own pocket.

“Nah, Caleb gave me an allowance for this kind of stuff,” Willie responds, pulling out a $10 bill. “I think he’s trying to teach me financial responsibility or something.”

Alex shoots him a questioning glance. Willie’s eyes say, talk about it later. So Alex lets it go and just drops a $1 in the tip jar. The woman tells them it will be right out, so they head over to the other end of the counter. Alex leans back against one of the tall tables to wait. 

He’s a bit startled a moment later by a warm arm pressing against his own. He glances over to see Willie almost leaning on him, arms folded protectively and eyes fixed on the people behind the counter. Alex can’t help but remember all the times Willie grabbed his hand or pressed their feet together under the table or wrapped him in a hug back when they were in the same foster home. It had been nice back then, but 13-year-old Alex hadn’t considered why that was Willie’s first instinct for helping him. Heck, he hadn’t even heard of love languages till around a year ago.

Alex hesitates, then wraps his arm loosely around Willie’s shoulders. They don’t pull away, to Alex’s relief. Instead, Willie edges a bit closer, shoulders relaxing a little. Alex fights the urge to brush his lips against their cheek, just to see if that would make the real smile come back faster.

Neither of them stirs for a few minutes. The cafe continues to move around them but it doesn’t touch them. They just stay in their little bubble as they wait for their teas. They could be talking, but it’s nice to be quiet every once in a while with someone you love.

Eventually someone calls Willie’s name and slides their drinks across the counter. Willie darts forward, grabs the cups, and is back in front of Alex within moments. “Inside or outside?” he asks, grinning.

Alex glances out the window. “It’s still warm enough for outside,” he decides, taking his cup and grabbing Willie’s now-free hand.

“I don’t know, you might catch a chill, white boy,” Willie teases, following him out to the table where he’d been waiting earlier. 

“Eh maybe I won’t get yelled at for not going to church on Sunday then,” Alex jokes.

Willie frowns and Alex regrets his words. “They shouldn’t be yelling at you,” Willie points out softly. “Especially not for that.”

Alex shrugs. “Yeah, they shouldn’t,” he agrees. “But there’s not much I can do about it.”

Willie nods and squeezes his hand. They have to let go of each other as they sit down on either side of a small, wooden table, but Alex brushes his toes against Willie’s, just to keep the contact he knows is nice for them both.

“So, tell me all about-” Alex sets down his cup to throw up some jazz hands, “-Caleb Covington?”

Willie giggles. “Yep I guess that is how I text about him, isn’t it,” they remark.

“There are sparkles around his name like every other time,” Alex confirms, laughing.

“And I stand by it,” Willie states. “This guy is very extra. But… not in a bad way? I don’t think?”

Alex leans forward, resting his elbows on the table to listen. “I mean he did give you coffee money,” he points out. “Isn’t that stuff supposed to stunt your growth or something?”

“If I didn’t already know that was a myth, I’d believe it now,” Willie responds. “I swear Caleb drinks like half a pot of the stuff with breakfast and he’s like six-three or something.”

Alex laughs. “So what you’re saying is that you need something else to blame for being shorter than me now?”

“Guess so,” Willie says, nodding. They don’t say anything else for a moment and Alex waits, knowing by now that sometimes they just need a minute to collect their thoughts. “He’s cool so far,” Willie says finally, a bit softer than before. “And he’s gay, which is nice. I haven’t met his boyfriend yet, but he sounds chill from what Caleb says.”

“That’s great, Wills,” Alex remarks, offering an encouraging smile. 

“Yeah, he’s like the chillest foster parent I’ve ever had with all that,” Willie agrees. “He even… um… he mentioned we might even be able to get the legal stuff squared away so I can start HRT if everything goes okay with the GP next month.”

Alex can’t help the surprised laugh that escapes him. “Willie, that’s awesome!” he declares, grabbing Willie’s hand again. “You’ve been wanting that for like… ever.”

Willie nods and offers a hopeful smile. “Well cross your fingers for me,” they answer. “I mean… I don’t know if I’ll last long enough for that to actually happen.”

Alex immediately reaches across the table and latches onto their other hand as well, making Willie look up at him. “Hey, no,” Alex says quietly. “No blaming yourself for any of that. It’s not on you to make yourself this perfect kid that fits with all the random expectations of stupid white people. They knew they weren’t going to get perfect kids when they registered to be foster parents. Heck, they signed up for not-perfect kids when they decided they wanted to have any kids at all. Other peoples’ bad choices and reactions aren’t your fault.”

Willie bites his lip but nods again. “Yeah. I know that,” he says. Alex isn’t fully convinced, but he doesn’t push it. “It just sucks that I’m the one who gets screwed up after.”

“Yeah, it does.” Alex squeezes Willie’s hands, then lets go of one to take a sip of his tea. “Oh dang, this is awesome,” he remarks.

Willie grins, not all the way but close enough to make Alex feel fluttery. “Right? I don’t know what kind of crack they put in these, but it’s seriously addictive.”

“Yes,” Alex responds, pointing at him before taking another swallow. “How’s yours?”

“Sick,” Willie says. He sips at his drink again, then adds, “Caleb apparently comes here a lot. It’s not that far from where he works so he’ll come here on lunch breaks or something sometimes?”

“I probably would too if I was close enough,” Alex admits.

“Same. But he brought me here like the day after I moved in, something about serious conversations requiring caffeine. But said ‘serious conversations’ were all like… what kind of breakfast food do I like? And favorite movies? And allergies, even though I’m pretty sure that’s already in my file or whatever?”

“Sounds like my level of serious conversation,” Alex says, chuckling. “But I think I’m starting to see what you meant before about him being extra…”

Willie laughs. “Yeah, he’s just like that I guess. I mean he runs this fancy club place on Sunset Boulevard, so I guess it checks out. The place kinda sounds like an old speak-easy sometimes from how he talks about it.”

“Good think alcohol isn’t illegal anymore then,” Alex jokes.

“Man, I don’t think he’d get caught even if it was,” Willie responds. “He’s like scarily good at talking people into things. These couple of missionary dudes showed up at our door last week and I’m pretty sure Caleb had them questioning their own fancy book by the time they left.”

Alex smirks. “Serves them right.” He falls silent for a moment, sipping his drink. “So you like it there?” he asks.

Willie bites his lip again and nods. “Yeah, I do. And I’m scared I’m gonna mess it up. That I’ll drive him away.”

Alex laces their fingers together a little more securely. “Well whatever happens, I’ll still follow you,” he promises, just like he has dozens of times over the last few years.

Willie smiles, a bit shaky but so real and honest that it makes Alex’s face warm in its glow. “You too,” they reply easily. “We’ll figure it out.”

“One day at a time,” Alex finishes.

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Person A is someone who works as a part-time reaper and runs an orphanage full time, after making a deal with death to continue their work taking care of the orphans under their care centuries ago. Person B is a new kid at the foster home Person A runs in the modern era, and is always causing trouble and doing risky things, and keeps having brushes with death but miraculously surviving. One day, when Person A is going out to put in their mandatory hours as a reaper, a period when no human can see them, Person B spots them leaving and follows them outside to confront them about leaving the kids alone at such a weird hour. Person A doesn’t know why Person B can see them, but Person B refuses to buy any lie they try to offer them, so Person A begrudgingly lets Person B come along while they explain the truth.

[energeticadrianz]

sighs

[biaswreckmepls]

Hi, i hope you're well! Do you by any chance know the fic where Namjin are foster parents and slowly foster the other boys as kids, and then end up adopting them? It's a little angsty and its not something i'd normally read but it was so so good and i can't seem to find it anywhere. Thought it was worth a shot! 💕

Okay, so there's a few fics that I've found like this, and these are both series' of fics so I'm not sure if either of these are exactly what you're looking for, but they sort of fit the bill:

Namjin + Foster Parents

namjin foster au by ksjmarina (18 words, 410K)

Creating a Home by CheekyBrunette (9 works, 245K)

[eastons-creations]

Word count : 10397 (so far)

Unchained Constellations

Sirius gets why, he wasn’t the best kid by all means. He yelled back, he lied, he didn’t do his homework, he was a rebel. So truly he gets it when he gets pulled out of school by a bunch of cops, and he understands why when they tell him he’s not going to live at his own home anymore. Of course his parents would send him away, it makes sense, he truly honestly gets why.

In which Sirius gets taken into foster care and blames himself, and Remus makes him fall in love.

Ahhhh it’s coming guys. Keep me motivated 😭🙏🏻

This is definitely no where near done but it’s a huge milestone to get to this point! Let me know if you guys are even interested in this😂

It’s gonna be over double at the end point (I’m aiming for like 100 ish pages)

[innytoes]

Chapters: 25/35 Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ray Molina & Reggie Peters, Alex Mercer & Luke Patterson & Reggie Peters & Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Alex Mercer/Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Ray Molina & Willie, Aunt Victoria & Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), pre Reggie Peters/Bobby Shaw, Alex Mercer&Reggie Peters, Julie Molina/Luke Patterson Characters: Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Ray Molina, Julie Molina, Carlos Molina, Luke Patterson, Alex Mercer, Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Aunt Victoria (Julie and The Phantoms), Emily Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Flynn Taylor Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Foster Family, Foster Care, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, mentions of abuse, Bobby Shaw is Not Trevor Wilson, Best Dad Ray Molina, Willie Uses He/Him and They/Them Pronouns (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters Has Bad Parents (Julie and The Phantoms), Angst and Hurt/Comfort, make Reggie a Molina, Found Family, Caleb Covington Being a Bastard, thrift store shopping montages, emergency sleepovers, Slow Burn Summary:

When Reggie's father finally snapped and crossed the line and put him in the hospital, he wishes he could say he was surprised. He's sent to live with a foster family, the Molinas. The worst part about it all? It already feels safer after one day than his old home had in years.

Willie hasn't had the best track record when it came to foster families after both his parents died. After running away from his last group home, their case is reassigned, and they end up with the Molinas. Maybe this time is the charm?

Rose and Ray had always talked about fostering. But right after they got their license, Rose got sick and passed away. Now, a year later, with his kids fully on board, Ray decides to open up their home again for their first placement.

Happy Thursday! Chapter 25 is up! In which Willie and Alex yell in a museum, shovel talks are given, Reggie is totally Alex’ favourite, and Ray gives good hugs.