#them dog dads bonding and letting their sons bond

[anomaliex]

Collection of headcanons not elaborate enough for own word vomit post:

- I don't think Kristen can swim. She has the vibes of someone who never learned as a kid and now it's too late to bring up without being embarrassed. (Also I thought about what would happen if she fell in water — mechanically she's wearing heavy armor, would Brennan just let her swim since she's in universe only in a tracksuit or would she sink without a sufficient strength check? Idk, but that's how I got to the no swimming conclusion.)

- insanely weird hc to have but i think Fabian shaves his arm hair. Also like legs and arm pits i guess but the way more unusual and therefore notable thing is arms. This guy kills any body and facial hair on sight. Like no one has ever seen him with as much as stubble outside of Cathilda or the Bad Kids when they were sleeping over. Why? Idk he just prefers that, no deeper reason. I do think elves generally have less body hair but here his human genes come through so he has to shave. Or get it lasered away I guess. You can do that right?? He's rich. Maybe he'd do it.

- also Fabian's depth perception is dog shit. Using his crossbow is less impressive because Fandrangor is simply a better weapon and his flourishes and manoeuvres rely on melee combat, I know, but to me it's also just that he's better at hitting things real close to him.

- Riz is the kinda guy to have chronic migraines and think it's fine. "Everyone has headaches sometimes and I do sleep a lot less than I should ahaha" (the amount of coffee he drinks is barely saving him from the horrors.)

- Adaine also gets a lot of migraines in what I think are more. Passive non specific visions? Like a gut feeling that's always correct and also makes her body hate her. The proper visions are comparable to absence seizures I think? Like I don't wanna say it's that because it's magic but the process is kind of the same in the sense that she's out for like ten to thirty seconds and it can really suck

- I also think Adaine has synaesthesia! I can't really put this into words well so I'm not even gonna try, but she perceives certain sounds and/or colours at times where there shouldn't be sounds and/or colours. I think those associations also to an extend help in drawing connections between less specific visions and real life.

- we know Gorgug has a drumset in his room I think it's electronic. But like not in a normal way like we have them irl it's some insane artificer shit that would justify so much more noise complaints than a regular one and also could probably have its own pyrotechnics idfk. It's fully a safety hazard but it doesn't even rank on the top 10 of worst things to have in your house that is a TREE that the Thistlesprings casually own.

- I think either Fig or Kristen would be the shortest medium creature type Bad Kid. Like obviously Riz is four feet tall max but he's in a whole different category lmao

- Fig sometimes puts little braids in Jawbone's fur and he happily lets her. He only properly adopted Adaine and Fig has more than enough dads, but he does still act as sort of a paternal figure to her (and every other kid ((which in this case includes Ragh but maybe not Aelwyn)) in mordred manor because he's just a caring guy and it's hard not to grow attached) so that's their pseudo daddy-daughter bonding

- Fabian doesn't like, hate Gilear as much as he used to? Like he still has his moments but overall he thinks he's a good guy and absolutely has the "well I can shit on him but I'm gonna kill this other guy who did. How dare you make fun of my Mama's beloved??" mindset. But uhm he tries to make Gilear work out with him so he can "stop being death fodder". Gilear is a commoner and everyone else in Seacaster Manor absolutely is not and like he likes it and he loves these people but he does kind of live in hell. His wife? Could kill him. His step son? Could kill him. The maid? Could kill him. The dog slash motor cycle?? Could kill him. One hit. Also the entire current Seacaster household are dexterity based fighters they're all so graceful and skilled he's fully just a guy that spills every drink ever on himself

- I think the Hangman loves Cathilda because she gives good chin scritchies (hound form obviously lol) Generally he tends to mirror Fabian's attitude towards people anyway so he's always liked her, but once he started being a hound more she started petting him and giving him treats and he is smitten

- Gorgug (and sometimes Ragh or Ayda) play extreme fetch with the Hangman. Like I need to stress that he's not just a big dog he's large enough to be a mount, which means he'd have to be the size of a horse. Maybe a small horse sure but that's still a horse-sized dog. I think his mini looks fairly big but in my heart he's bigger. So yeah fetch with him (which they mainly do because they want him to feel comfortable in both forms because he's so good) is really big sticks. Like not logs or anything but sticks the average person can't huck all that far. Fabian casts enhance ability on himself so he can also do it, lol. The wonders of multiclassing into bard.

- I think the only Bad Kids who never use makeup are Riz and Kristen. Gorgug doesn't do it every day and not that much but he uses eyeliner sometimes. Fig's makeup is the most noticeable and usually very fun.

- Gorgug has kissed Ragh at least twice. So at least one time after the prom thing. I don't mean this in a ship way I mean this in I look at Gorgug and then I look at Ragh and I go yeah these guys have shared at least one tender bro kiss. I mean I think Gorgug is the kinda guy that would kiss all of his friends if they wanted to because it's not that big of a deal to him and he loves them but not everyone is comfortable w/ that lol. He and Kristen kiss each other on the cheek though, I think (this does not mean he wants to see her naked in public please put your clothes back on Kristen??)

[tudududu-leglerghhh]

I'm absolutely dead and gone guys. Roscoe and Leo MET AND I CAN DIE NOW IN PEACE. I LOVE THEM SM. (love their dads too but it's really not about them rn)

[tired-biscuit]

I don’t know if you’re still in a fluffy moods butttttt kibas reaction to y/n naming their soon to be born son after him (kiba jr!!) there’s absolutely no way he’d be able to hide his emotions. He’d feel all the feels. He may even shed a tear or two 🥹

omg yes, him trying to blink away the tears, like looking up towards the ceiling and sniffling a little cos he's trying so hard not to show what a softie he is when it comes to family. his heart is so much bigger than he tends to show and he just gets so emotional over things concerning his wife and kids :(

imagine as the years go by and the kid grows a bit older, you call out their name and they both do the same little head tilt as they look at you hdhshdhshsgs IT'D BE SO CUTE!!

also, imo if he had a son, the lil' guy would be his perfect copy by the time he grows older. right down to the way he walks and smiles, the temper and all sorts of little mannerisms would be stolen like that, so the name wouldn't be the only thing they'd have in common. he'd look up to his dad so much!!

i also think the kid would even be really happy when his friends would start using the same nickname that his dad has. like his best friend starts calling him 'ki 2.0' or something like that at some point, and it's just pure joy and kiba notices it and is over the moon too hahahshhags <3

[beast-of-the-void]

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[nothing-but-flowers88]

YESSS that’s perfect!! This would make like a perfect movie. The disaster 3 (and lando) going after the same score. They all meet again reaching for the same prize then it becomes that Spider-Man pointing meme.

Meanwhile their poor significant others take care of stuff while they’re gone. Also Leia and ND-5 would bond over being married to loveable scoundrels, 100%

Also I can see a scene like

C-3PO: I’ve been with the skywalker family for many years, how long have you been owned by lady Vess?

ND-5:….Kay is my wife

C-3PO: O-OOH

Luke, Leia, and Han are the OG trio right?

Luke has Jedi friends

Leia has politician friends

Han should have some smuggler friends (outside of Chewie)

Pls consider a Jod Na Nawood and Kay Vess team up with Han and all the chaos that would ensue.

Just the mess that would be Chewie having to watch nix and the skeleton crew kids would be amazing

Also I love the image of Han watching Jod and Kay enjoy a treat yourself day with space margaritas like “can I join your guy’s club?”

“Do you have a droid husband?”

“…no”

“Then no”

Han doesn’t get the same amenities as his friends in the “do crime, kiss droids” club. Han tried dragging C-3PO into it but they told him that didn’t count

[hooffuloftootsierolls]

In light of the reveal of Abel's complete design, have this dumb doodle i made on magma a week ago based on an interaction my bsf @plushtoothpanic acted out while we were joking about Vivziepop's lack of diversity(the dog character is his sona).

Also, rant below involving Abel, I don't want this to become a critical blog since Hazbin has held a special place in my heart since 2021, but oh my God I am so sick of the shit that Vivzie is pulling

Making Adam white was already quite a choice, I had a pretty specific vision of a dark-skinned curly-haired man before his face was revealed. Although I had been expecting a biblically-accurate Adam, I didn't mind having him white as long as Eve wasn't made white as well.

Abel's design throws this out the window.

First let's focus on Abel being the child of Adam and Eve. This means Eve is white, and likely also blonde. Historically, the first humans were East/South African, and not white. Ok, well what about biblically? The popular depictions of biblical figures are mainly European interpretations from when Europe adapted the Bible and made all the figures pale, like them. It's more likely that the dark-skinned writers that originally complied stories into the Bible meant for the figures to look more like them. It would make more sense if one or both of them was dark.

Saint Peter is a whole nother' piss drawer that I don't wanna open, but whitewashing an actual human being that existed is just so gross.

Now, the other thing I wanna talk about that talks less about race and more about theories surrounding Abel being blonde... People were already theorizing that maybe one of the kids was Lucifer's spawn because of the implied affair with Eve. It wasn't the most popular theory but now it's making a comeback with the reveal of Abel's complete design.

I dislike this theory(besides the fact that it's just stupid) because

1. Cain is Adam and Eve's firstborn son. Abel is their second. Even if Eve and Lucifer had an affair in Eden, that would result in Cain, not Abel. Also we aren't entirely aware of Lucifer's powers involving entering the living world but I doubt he can canonically go there, or at least not after Adam and Eve were expelled from the Garden, since Hell was made as a punishment for him and any mortal that sins and I don't think he would be able to waltz back to Earth that easily. I suppose maybe they could be twins and Cain could just have been the first one born, but I don't think that's usually what "firstborn" implies, or how it's generally interpreted?

2. This is gonna look really bad on Lucifer's part?? Like, this implies that Lilith left Adam for Lucifer, then Lucifer got with Eve(possibly cheating on Lilith if she wasn't aware/didn't consent to the affair) and cucked Adam for a second time???? Lucifer would straight-up be getting the Stolas treatment where they keep making him more and more shitty then try to justify it anyways. Cmon guys.. I wanna be able to cheer for Lucifer too but he doesn't seem remorseful at all for anything he's done, more like he's been playing the victim for a decamillennium despite being a possible cheater and the one who destroyed Adam and Eve's life.

3. How would this be plot-relevant at all?? My closest guess is to make a disconnect from Adam like "oh he was never my ACTUAL father anyways" and also to try and make a bond with Abel and Charlie being blood-related so he would decide to side with her or something. Also on top of that I hate the whole trope of someone suddenly not giving a fuck about the parents who raised them in favor of their biological parents who didn't raise them. It's a dumb trope and if this theory is canon and they pull something like that.... ughh.

yeah. Overall, too many Aryans, pleasepleasepleaseplease pleaseeep please don't make Eve white even though I know they will anyways, and if that stupid theory is true then Lucifer is a snake-tongued, home-wrecking, unfaithful pile of shit that is disguised as a poor depressed dad that the fandom eats up and woobifies. Not that I don't want him to have flaws, but he doesn't seem very sorry for what he did(he has his whole snake and apple motif, that's like saying you feel guilty for a murder then using the hyper-specific murder weapon as your symbol) and also Abel being his son would be such an unnecessary plotline that would make him look soooo so so so so much worse because he wouldn't have much of a wholesome excuse for that.

The only good things I'm getting out of this are that I can post about Abel without having to tag it as leaks and also people are cracking jokes about Abel being the son of Lucifer and Adam

[huboi]

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CHAPTER 1 : EYE-TO-EYE

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╰┈➤ summary; one friday afternoon, you come face-to-face with a man covered in tats. when at the counter, a small voice politely asks ‘papa’ for a cookie…

╰┈➤ includes; gn! barista! reader, single dad! sukuna, child! yuji, extreme fluff, sukuna is 28 (had yuji at 18), reader is early 20s’ so somewhat of an age gap

╰┈➤ a/n; consider this mini series as a 1k follower special! I’m so stoked I made it this far, tysm for all the support throughout the years <3

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THE GENTLE TINKLE of the bell alerted you of a new costumer, causing you to turn around away from the coffee machine ready to greet said customer with a smile and polite welcome, only for your body to stiffen in reflex.

the man that now stood in front of the counter had an eerie aura to him. he wore a black wife beater, the tight clothing highlighting the muscles that lay beneath the clothing, his arms covered in black tats, the muscles making the tats seem extra prominent. his grey sweatpants may be baggy, but you guessed that underneath lays muscular legs and thighs that could easily crush a watermelon-

snapping out of checking out the hot, dangerous looking stranger, you gave him a strained smile at him, hoping he couldn’t sense your nervousness. a small voice saying “papa, can I please have a cookie?” startled you. two little chubby hands cling to the counter, a mop of fluffy pink hair peeking at the variety of cookies on display.

“oi you brat! you’ve already had dessert at chosos’, I don’t need you bouncing off the damn walls when we get back,” the man grunted, arms crossing against his chest, which made his man tits more profound.

“hey, how about this; you can have a hot chocolate instead of a cookie?” you suggested, smiling at the cute little boy in front of you.

facing his father, yuji proceeded to plead him with the signature puppy dog eyes whilst a continuous chorus of pleases left his mouth.

sukuna sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before he mumbled out “one hot chocolate for the brat and black coffee for me,” causing yuji to throw a little celebration, squealing in delight and hugging sukunas’ slutty waist, literally jumping with joy.

the sight plastered a small, genuine smile onto your face, unbeknownst to you, causing a blush to form onto sukunas’ usually stoic face, heart pounding in his chest at this new feeling.

when they found a table to sit at, you began making their drinks. whilst brewing sukunas’ coffee you thought to yourself why only the father was out with his son, is the mother out of the picture? do they take turns with custody over the child? is he simply having some father son bonding time?

you choose not to pry over it, it’s none of your business anyways. it’s kind of comical seeing such a scary, dangerous looking guy with a cute little kid. you have to admit though, the kid’s cute, even though he’s just a carbon copy of the man, but cuter.

when finished with their drinks, you quickly carried them over to their table, noticing how yujis’ face seemed to brighten up at the sight of you carrying his sweet drink. you placed their drinks onto the table, yuji thanking you with all his might whilst sukuna mumbled a small ‘thanks’ in response.

“hiya! i’m yuji and this is my daddy sukuna!” the boy greeted before you left back to the counter. you decided to stay and talk to the kid a bit, since it was near closing time and no other customers seemed to be coming in.

“hi yuji, i’m (name), it’s nice to meet you,” you smiled, ruffling his hair, causing him to let out little giggles at the gesture. sukuna sat back idly watching you interact with his son.

‘mmm, they interact well with yuji. I haven’t had any luck with any partners, especially when they find out I’m a father. his mother was a piece of shit and didn’t even want yuji in the first place, she left me with the brat when he was born’ sukuna thought to himself, maybe he could try shooting his shot? earlier he did notice you eyeing him up and down like a piece of candy, so maybe you’re interested?

“oi brat! quit annoying them!” sukuna berated yuji, testing out the waters to check if you really did want to talk to yuji because you wanted to or if you felt obliged to.

“nonesense! he’s not annoying me, a cutie such as him could never annoy me. I love kids, they give me so much joy. your dad sure is a lucky guy to have you isn’t he?” you grinned, pinching his chubby cheeks in the process causing him to whine out in retaliation.

internally sukuna is smitten, he’s never seen anyone treat yuji with such love, other than choso. maybe you are the right one after all? the problem is, how can he ask you out without making a scene? (the scene being yuji making a huge fuss over him having a partner for the first time since his mum)

“do you have a pen by any chance?” the sudden sound of sukunas’ deep voice sent a small shiver down your spine. “yup, just give me a second sir” you curtly responded, rummaging through your breast pocket before grabbing a pen and giving it to the tatted man.

sukuna grabbed a napkin from the table and hastily scribbled down something before placing the pen back onto the table and practically chugging his coffee.

“brat you finished with your drink?” sukuna asked the little munchkin “noooo, need more time!” yuji cried out. you simply took his cup and placed the coffee into a take out coffee cup, giving it to him so he could drink it on the way back.

“thank you!” yuji bowed, before taking his dads’ way larger hand into his own tiny chubby one. you simply watched as they walked out of the shop, the gentle tinkle of the bell indicating that they’ve left.

you spotted the napkin sukuna wrote on, numbers scribbled along with a small ‘my number : if interested text me and we can go on a date’

you became flustered, feeling your heart flutter at the thought of seeing the attractive dilf once again. maybe you’d text him tomorrow, as you’re usually free on Saturdays as the shop closes earlier at 12:00.

you’re surprised that sukuna was interested, he didn’t show much interest during your interaction. he’s going to be a hard guy to read.

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[cameronspecial]

Traitor

Pairing: Dad!Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

Summary: Drew and Y/N have different tastes in food and he is hoping that Sam will have the same taste as him.

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Drew loves that Y/N can stay at home to take care of their three-year-old. She was a little hesitant when she suggested quitting her job to do so, but she wasn’t satisfied with her work and she needed some time to think about an alternate career choice. It turns out, that being at home with their son is where she finds fulfillment and Drew is so happy that his wife is finally happy with what she is doing. It allows her to cook more which she loves to do, especially since she is a picky and high-maintenance eater. Y/N can sometimes come off as a food snob because she sometimes has the standards of food that is homemade or expensive; however, it comes with the territory of being the daughter of a chef, who insists on practically making every meal for his family. It doesn’t mean that she doesn’t let her family eat fast food or store-bought snacks; she is a victim of eating McDonald’s or goldfish in her car like everyone else. She simply prefers making her macaroni and cheese with gruyere, asiago and fontina cheese. Or she would rather eat a sausage with mashed potatoes than an American hot dog. If there is one thing that reminds Rafe of the different social classes that he and his wife grew up in, it would be the food she now cooks for him. While the meals she cooks are exquisite, he is so grateful she isn’t one of those parents who doesn’t allow the family to eat anything processed because that means he can introduce Sam to his favourite childhood snack. 

Y/N has finally given Drew the go-ahead to let Sam try an uncrustable. He understands he had to wait so long to share this experience with his son because peanut butter is a choking hazard for children under four. He hopes his toddler will love them as much as he does. Drew tried to share his favourite snack with the love of his wife; however, she said they just tasted like a regular sandwich. It disappointed him a little. He even bought the Nutella version of an uncrustable because she hates peanut butter. 

“Sammy, lunch,” Drew calls to his son, placing the plate with two sandwiches and vegetables onto the table. Rapid thudding approaches the dining room and the father points to the bathroom. The little boy sighs and turns to go wash his hands. After rewashing his hands while singing the alphabet, Sam jumps into the chair in excitement. His grin drops at the sight of the circular bread in front of him. He spots the same food on his dad’s plate and watches the older man eat it with a smile. Not sure what to make of the new food, the four-year-old hesitantly picks up the uncrustable and sniffs it. “What this?” he questions, holding the sandwich out to his dad. Drew takes another bite out of his food, “That, Sammy, is a peanut butter and jelly uncrustable. Try it. You’ll like it.” The boy looks uncertain, yet still does as his father advises. The smile doesn’t turn into a grin as he chews on the food. In fact, his mouth turns into disgust and he places his lunch onto the plate, pushing it toward Drew. “Yucky,” he complains, reaching to nibble on a carrot. The actor frowns, “Come on, you only had one bite. Why don’t you take another?” As Sam considers the question, his mother comes in with a brie, apple and turkey sandwich. This piques his interest and he makes a grabby motion towards the fancier food. Not one to deny her child lunch, she slides her plate over and both parents observe as he devours half of the sandwich. 

Y/N can see a pout on her husband’s face and pulls him in so his head is against her chest. “He’s a little traitor,” Drew grumbles, picking up his son's unfinished snack to finish. She giggles, “I’m sorry, Baby. Maybe you can have this bonding experience with our next child.” He jerks away from her, staring her dead in the eyes to make sure he understands what she is hinting at. 

“We are going to have another baby?”

“We are going to have another baby.”

He cheers at the confirmation and picks her up, spinning her around before they both get dizzy. “I can feel it. I’m going to be fighting this baby for the last uncrustable. I can feel it,” he predicts with his hand on her stomach. She brushes his hair off his forehead, “I bet they will and then you wouldn’t be surrounded by traitors.”

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[emchante]

bundled in warmth | d. ricciardo

part of the divorced dad! daniel series

super fluffy blurb based off of this anon here! family fun in the snow, daniel being a menace and you bonding with his kids is all you need to know! small suggestive comment at the end, but that's all.

daniel is in full dad mode when it comes to getting wrapped up for the snow. listen, he’s australian, he’s loves the warmth. when it’s cold? that man needs to be in multiple layers just to be at average heat. so you know damn well he’s wrapping his kids up.

puffy jackets, beanies, gloves, scarfs, winter socks, snow boots— they’re kitted out.. for a hike in a blizzard, not some fun in the snow. but you know daniel is just being caring, even if it’s a little extreme.

he zips his daughters jacket right up, leaving a kiss on the top of her little nose as she giggles. you’re fixing his sons beanie for him before he engulfs you in a big hug, just like his father would. when they’re both ready, daniel is kitted up even more than them, and you’re in your own fluffy clothes, you all dash outside.

the snow had fallen over night, and god it was gorgeous. it had stuck, and it was up to just above your ankles. the kids were ecstatic, running around and marking the snow with their footprints— daniel’s daughter making a heart by putting her two boots together.

you were smiling at the sight, about to call out to them when something hit your back. you caught yourself after a couple steps, but you instantly turned round to daniel looking anywhere but you, a mischievous smirk on his face.

“really?” you ask, a giggle escaping you as you wiggle your shoulders, trying to shake off the excess snow from daniel’s snowball. daniel looks at you now, eyes widened with (faux) surprise.

“really what? i was watching the kids, sweetheart,” he asks as he walks over to you. you sense something is.. off. you don’t catch it until the very last second, you realise daniel has his hands behind his back and suddenly— a snow ball to the chest.

you gasp, looking down as you try to wipe it all off as quick as you could. you might have a few layers on, but it didn’t stop the coldness from sleeping through. “daniel!” you shout, a whine escaping you at how cold you were becoming just from the snowball.

daniel rolls his eyes, smirk still present on his face, moving his hands to wipe down your chest with you. you warn him with a “careful,” knowing exactly what he was like. he laughs at you, knowing him too well for him to pull a move.

“there, all better,” he mumbles, pulling you into him. you wrap your arms around his waist, chin on his chest as you look up to him with a pout. he coos at the expression, leaning down to place a soft kiss onto your lips. “don’t look at me like that, you’ll make me feel bad.”

“as you should,” you huff, moving so your cheek was against his chest now. you squeezed him gently, initiating a more proper hug now. daniel happily obliged to it, hands rubbing up and down your back slowly as if to help warm you up, even just the tiniest bit.

your little moment was shortly interrupted by his two kids shouting on you both, begging for you to come to them. you looked up to daniel with an eyebrow raised. it wasn’t shouts of terror, but it wasn’t excitement either. neither of you could guess the issue, so daniel let you go, gently tugging one of your arms as he moved to hold your hand.

upon walking over, you’re met with his kids rolling a large snowball on the ground, huffing as they struggle to continue. to give credit where it’s due, you’re surprised they got it so big with how little strength they have at their age. they both turned to you, looking at you with those big puppy dog eyes that they had gotten from their father.

“can you please help us?” his daughter whined, sighing as she took her hands off the snowball. “we want to build a snowman! but it’s too hard,” his son joined in, folding his arms in frustration. the little looks of desperation and annoyance were cute, and of course you were going to help them out.

you and daniel helped push the large snowball they had already began to make, as the two kids started another one— presumably the middle section. when you and daniel were finished with the base, thankfully the kids had almost finished the middle. and then, the head didn’t take that much longer. it was.. a bit wonky, but not everything is perfect.

the kids ran off, searching for two large sticks to substitute as the snowman’s arms. you went looking for some rocks, sticking them in the middle section to add buttons to the snowman. daniel ran back inside, fetching a carrot for the nose.

you and his kids were surprised when he came out with a packet of chocolate buttons, wondering what on earth they were for. “what? it’s his eyes and mouth?” daniel let out confused, as if you three were the weird ones. you slowly turned to his kids before you burst into giggles, daniel waving you off as he opened the packet, placing them onto the snowman’s face.

you all stood back, admiring the work you had spent the afternoon creating. only.. a gasp from his daughter broke the little moment of pride.

“he’s cold, daddy! he needs clothes!” she shouted, small hands on her rosy cheeks. daniel laughed, moving his hand onto her beanie-covered head as he rubbed it gently.

“he does, honey! but i’m not sure we have any spares for him that we can give,” daniel admitted, causing her to frown and her brother to deflate next to her. the view made your heartbreak, and you stared down at your own scarf before giving in.

“you know what,” you spoke up, making them all turn to you as they listened. you untied the knot in your scarf, slipping it off of your neck as you walked over to the snow man. you wrapped it around him, a loose knot in the scarf to make sure it didn’t wander off while you were all gone.

“sweetheart, don’t—” daniel began, taking a step forward to take your scarf off of the snowman, but you put a hand out for him to stop, and he did just that. you took your hat off your head, shaking your head lightly from side-to-side so your hair would fall back into its natural state.

you placed your wooly hat atop of its head, fixing it into position before you stepped back, turning to his daughter. “see? all better. do you think he’s warmer now?” you ask her, smiling softly at her as she grinned widely at you. she bursts into a small run, hugging your leg as she thanks you over and over. you rub her head gently, eyes widening when her brother joins her and hugs your other leg. you let out a giggle at them, your own smile widening when you feel a warmth at your back.

daniel wraps his arms around your waist, each hand resting on either of his kids heads. it’s a nice group— family hug, and you’ve never felt happier than you currently felt. daniel places a kiss onto your neck, and you melt into his touch instantly.

the moment doesn’t last forever though, as daniel feels you shivering as they all hug you. he suggests going back inside now, adding in that ‘it’s just a break’, incase the kids were to fight it. surprisingly though, they didn’t. they both agreed almost instantly, saying how tired they were and daniel said it was the perfect opportunity for them to nap.

the kids ran ahead, almost falling up the stairs as they raced one another to their room. daniel had his arm around your shoulder as he walked you inside, softly scolding how silly it was for you to do that. you rolled your eyes as he went on about how you’d end up catching a cold, or something even worse. now you know where his kids get their over-exaggerating storytelling from, too.

you leave daniel to tuck the kids in, walking into daniel’s room as you lay on the bed, covering yourself in the blanket pile. you close your eyes while you wait for him to come back, and when he does— he has a wide smirk on his face. he pounces on the bed above you, leaning down and smothering you with kisses as you giggle and try to hide from him.

“c’mon sweetheart, how about you and i catch a shower together? let me take care of you,” and oh, you’re tempted.

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[chuunai]

I’m back now

✧˚ · cartoons and fatherhood - chuuya nakahara, michizou tachihara

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, established relationship (marriage with reader), SFW → babies, babies, babies. annoying toddler television shows.

Chuuya Nakahara

Becoming a father is one of the best occurrences that has happened to him in his entire fucked-up life. It’s a reminder that he’s a real, breathing human. He’s not a monster—he’s just a dad dealing with a fussy newborn. Megumi was his blessing, given to him by you. Everyone loves a blessing until it comes with the downside of endless cartoons.

He doesn’t think it’s a fair compromise.

Chuuya despises them. The loud over-dramatized voices and sounds mixed with the bright visuals of whatever godforsaken moral it’s supposed to teach his kid. Don’t get him wrong, he does think morals are important, but a seven-month old who regularly to stuff a plushie into her mouth doesn’t understand the Golden Rule. The ONLY upside to the shows is that they entertain her, and she won’t cry if she sees it. And only then can he cook for you or sneak a kiss on your lips with the amazing noise of ‘Kitti the Kat’s World’ in the background.

One day, he’ll get her to watch those wine-making documentaries. That’s a good show right there.

Tachihara Michizou

It’s all Teruko’s fault. He lets her babysit Sou for one day and all of a sudden his son is obsessed with animated shows.

Tachihara doesn’t necessarily care much about the TV until the baby prefers it over him. Like, no? He wants Sou to want to spend time with him and not some fake characters on screen. He’s his father, for Christ’s sake! Not whatever bullshit animal is on the screen. Your baby should care more about you and him—his parents, his protectors, his family. Tachihara’s family had been dysfunctional with neglectful parents and a dead brother. He didn’t want his newfound family to end up the same.

He wants all of his free time to be with you and your child. Sealing that bond is his responsibility besides his duties of being a Hunting Dog. Sou should look up to his dad and be proud. Not look up to some fictional heroes. Tachihara’s a real hero. Someone many people look up to and thank for saving their lives. All he asks for is his family’s love and support.

He loves being a dad—but he hates the way the TV takes his son’s attention away.

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts, @xxcandlelightxx

[mamimiou]

I will always be grateful for the way foolish treats the eggs. People call him a bad parent but man, he’s just something else.

I’ve made previous posts about pepito and his circumstances before but after yesterday’s stream I just can’t stop thinking about it.

Foolish is capable of treating two eggs equally when he is caring for more than one, never ignoring his own egg or the one accompanying them.

To me, pepito is a small egg that can easily be forgotten even though a lot of people like him (just like his father COUGH), but whenever he’s under foolishs care i feel like he’ll always have his own place where he doesn’t have to live up to any expectations, he can just be an egg.

He was super timid about telling his parents about the cookie tasks and yet he went to his grandma and asked for help, even telling him about how he felt. A lot of people overlook their bond, even though it’s been something so nice to watch. From foolish taking care of him during his own son’s disappearance, being there for his first day of school, killing a panda infront of him (and then pepito killing a panda after learning from him) being there for his birthday party, giving him a totem (A PART OF HIM??), buying him things without thinking, doing his tasks, and even getting a room in FOBO (which was going to be inside his own room before sunny made room for him)

Even seeing leo get along so well with him after not trusting him at first. Giving him her little dog hats, letting him sleep in the tower, SHARING HER DAD!!!

I hope foolish leo and pepito get to hang out more in the future without him having to be on the brink of death. The three of them mean so much to me.

[xoxochb]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write one with Jason and a daughter of hades, just some fluff for them ps I love your writing I get so happy when they pop up in my tl :)

— the three headed dog

warnings: atod reference because I can’t be stopped pairing: jason grace x daughter of hades a/n: I wanted to include cerberus in this and I was thinking of bringing him to camp but he’s huge as fuck so I decided that why don’t read and jason go to the underworld?? but anyways thank you for your kind words anon ily 🫶🏼

“and this-” you turn the handle and open the door to your room “is my room!”

the room was large. much larger than your cabin at camp, which is why for the most part you would stay in the underworld with your father and step mother. the room had dark walls and black marble floors. a bed sits in the corner, with again black silk sheets and satin curtains around the top to block out any light from reaching you as you slept. the few things out of place on your bed were the stuffies beside your pillow— a moon, a cloud, a teddy bear (which jason had made for you), and a small cerberus. to the right of the room was a small dresser and a door beside it, a vanity on the opposite side. on the left side of the room there were double doors which lead to a bathroom

“well, this is my room. It’s nothing much, really. I spend most of my time in persephone’s garden anyways”

you drop jason’s hand and sprawl across your bed while he stands in awe. nothing much? this room was huge! along with your walk in closet behind one door and a large bathroom behind double doors. this could fit two whole cabins inside!

“I’m starting to understand why you’re never at camp” the son of jupiter jokes

you open your mouth to reply with a smart remark but a noise outside your window stops you. a gasp escapes your lips and you jump up, opening the screen to reveal cerberus the three headed dog. you squeal and take jason’s hand again and drag him out of the palace. you find the dog laying it’s three heads down on the underworld ground

“do you want to pet them?”

jason furrows his brows. “is it safe? how do I know one of them won’t eat me alive?”

“you’re fine. I’m here”

you walk to the heads and begin petting their fur softly. jason walks over and reluctantly and slowly pets another head. the dog lets out a whine when it realizes only two heads are getting attention. you roll your eyes and outstretch another to rub the last head

“my darlings, did you miss me?” you whisper to the heads

they lean into your hands in response, you take this as a yes. you turn to jason who seems to now be enjoying bonding with the creature. you make a mental note to bring him down here more often

“do they like me?”

you laugh. “they like anyone who pets them”

“so they’re not going to eat me alive?”

you shake your head

“do you want to finish the tour? we haven’t finished inside yet”

“I think I want to stay with my best friends longer”

a frown appears on your mouth and you cross your arms over your chest. “I sense favoritism. you’re girlfriend is supposed to be your best friend”

“you are my favorite, darling. just wait for tonight”

your face reddens but you don’t let his insinuation get far. “my dad has eyes everywhere. calm it down, casanova”

“are you saying you wouldn’t break rules for me?”

you walk past the two heads you stood between to be standing face-to-face with jason who watches you with a smirk

“I would burn this world for you. do you underestimate me?”

his smirk drops. “no. of course not”

“then remember that”

you stand on your tippy toes and place only a peck to his mouth, leaving him in search of your lips when you pull back so quickly. you smile and begin walking away, turning once to scold him, “hurry, we have a tour to finish!”

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Question how does Yuu’s dad relationship with nrc staff and others?

So since you asked about staff, I’ll just list the adults in the game(including Lilia) because it honestly varies:

Crowley: Yuu’s dad absolutely hates him with a passion. He sees how often he takes advantage of Yuu’s presence at NRC and isn’t doing his best to get him home. Literally wishes they went to the RSA welcoming ceremony instead because of him.

Crewel: He’s ok with him. Definitely not comfortable with him whipping students and the whole “good boy!” dog appraisal language. Met him plenty of times because he goes to Yuu’s potion class because he doesn’t trust the boys not to screw up(he has more faith in Grim).

Trein: He gets along with him. Trein gets why he acts the way he does because he has two daughters of his own. They bond over parenting a lot. They show each other their children’s baby photos.

Sam: He’s ok with him too. Like he appreciates that he’s basically the grocery store guy on NRC. He’s had to buy food from him many times, when he couldn’t do it on the island.

Ghosts: Doesn’t like the Ramshackle ghosts at all. Still holding a grudge that they tried to kill Yuu, him, and Grim when they first entered Ramshackle. He’s intrigued by the ones at school and how they’re working. Honestly, it really served as motivation to get home, because he doesn’t want to be in a world where he could potentially die and still be working.

Fairies: Doesn’t mind them. He prefers them to Malleus if he had to choose a type of fairy to be around him and his daughter.

Lilia: Shocked to know he’s a dad, because when Lilia said Silver was his son, he thought Lilia was a teen dad. Then he started the math and questioned why a grown person from Twist was doing classes and a fellow student with people a whole generation younger than him. Then he learns Lilia’s real age and he’s immediately creeped out that he’s hanging around NRC like he’s a normal student. Doesn’t let Yuu spend a long period of time alone with him.

Vargas: Reminded him of those creepy gym rat type of men in the real world. In general, he’s a little off-put by him. Legit worries about Yuu every time they have to do flight classes. He knows she’s on a broom with Grim, but he doesn’t trust a cat to pilot a flying object. Also starts to worry when he realizes there’s no nets to catch anybody if they fall. After that, he just asks for a sheet of physical exercises Yuu can do from the safety of Ramshackle because he doesn’t trust the students nor Vargas with ensuring Yuu is safe while doing PE.

Hope this answers your question! Thanks for the ask too!

[laswells-ashtray]

Okay, I have a silly request BUT- young John Price shenanigans WITH Macmillan.

I can see it now tbh. You think that man is sassy now? You should’ve seen him in his sergeant days.

Dude cussed out a whole Lieutenant, commanding officer, AND a few of his peers. He probably even got suspended a few times before the higher ups just gave up and made him scrub the showers.

I feel like Mac would also be a dad to him in a way. Stern, no nonsense, yet very tolerant of all of Price’s bullshit antics.

I’m very convinced that Price went on many solo missions by himself against orders, stole a few of his superior’s cars, and was out late past base curfew. Almost gave Mac a heart attack a few of those times and DEFINITELY got a smack to the back of the head.

I know little about MacMillan, I'll admit but one thing I do know is that he's Scottish. And as a Scot, [I need to bring it u every so often to you lot never mistake me as English], I know a lot about pissing off Scottish elders. Therefore:

"Hawl you, you crabbit little git. You're the one who insisted on playing hero, you're the one who fucked your ankle so if you're gonna be annoyed about not going on the next mission, you're to fucking blame."

The sheer angry look on little John Price's face would intimidate many, not Mac. He knows better. To him, it's just a boy with a petted lip.

"My ankle isn't even that bad, you're-"

"If the next word out of your mouth is overreacting then you're leaving here with a face like a skelped arse."

That promptly shuts him up, on more than one occasion he's smacked John with his gloves when he's holding them and they're fucking nippy, he knows that from experience.

"Time do you call this?"

The cheeky little fucker has the audacity to laugh at him.

"You look like a Bond villain, sitting there."

"Well, Mr Bond. You'll be scrubbing the loos clean with a fucking toothbrush."

Is it patriotic to say he likes watching the Englishman suffer? No, he doesn't but maybe it'll teach John not to make him suffer when he pulls another one of those fucking disappearing stunts.

"That's a pisstake, Mac."

"You're far too cocky for someone that'll spend tomorrow on his hands and knees, scrubbing bogs."

There's a brief moment of silence where he makes the mistake of thinking he might've gotten through to John before-

"Connery was the worst Bond."

"Get back here, you twisted little shite."

John is concussed. Everyone but John is willing to accept that he's concussed. Even when he's leaning a little too heavily into Mac's side and using the other man's head to block the sunlight from his eyes, he isn't willing to accept the fact that he's concussed.

"This gonnae teach ye not to run ahead like a fanny?" Mac is sympathetic, to an extent.

"Saved a rookie." John did and maybe later, he'll clap him on the back and tell him `good job, son` but right now he kind of wants to strangle him.

"That you did, not without taking a header when you landed tits o`er taes, mind you." His heart about hit his hole when he saw it, John had taken a hard hit saving a cocky younger boy who'd barged ahead against orders thinking he was the dog's bollocks.

"He has a little one at home, showed me pictures, Couldn't let him get killed even if he is an arrogant bastard."

"Aye, showed me pictures of the wain. She's a wee sweetheart, still doesn't give you the right to act like a prick."

"Who've I got at home other than the spider that lives by my window." One day he was going to kill John Price and he wouldn't feel bad about it, he was positive of the fact.

"You've got me, ye daft fanny. No getting yerself blown up tae fuck, too much paperwork on my end." That and it might kill him. John Price was a bitchy, reckless arsehole with no self-restraint when it came to the job and he'd wormed his way onto the short list of people that Mac could find himself giving a fuck about. The bastard.

[muliebrisinteremptor]

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Take Me Home, Country Roads

Remus' dad stumbles upon Sirius, a runaway with nowhere else to turn. Remus, cautious and curious, watches as his father takes Sirius in. The two strangers are forced together, navigating their differences, but an unspoken bond begins to form. Both carry heavy secrets—Sirius is running from his past, while Remus is unsure whether to trust the boy who doesn't quite fit into his world. It's a fragile alliance, but it might be the only thing keeping them both from falling apart.

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The Montana sky stretched wide and endless, painted in swirls of orange and pink as the sun dipped low over the horizon. The air carried the earthy scent of hay and dirt, mingling with the faint tang of wood smoke drifting from the chimney. Remus Lupin stood on the porch of the ranch house, one booted foot propped up on the railing, tossing a jerky treat for his dog, Sniper, to catch mid-air. The dog leapt with practiced ease, his coat gleaming in the fading light, before bounding back to Remus with eager, wagging energy.

Remus wore his usual work clothes: a worn flannel shirt rolled up at the sleeves, faded denim jeans, and scuffed-up leather boots. A dusty brown cowboy hat sat perched on his head, shadowing his sharp, sun-kissed features. He scratched Sniper’s ears, muttering, “Good boy, Snipes. Keep that up, and you’ll be catchin’ birds next.”

Just then, the low rumble of an engine announced the arrival of his father’s truck. Remus straightened, tipping his hat back to get a better view as the old, dented Chevy creaked its way into the yard. He called for Sniper, who followed at his heels as they made their way into the house through the back door.

The kitchen smelled faintly of biscuits from breakfast, the warmth of the oven lingering even as the room sat quiet and still. His momma and grandma had gone to town for fresh produce, leaving the place empty but for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall.

Remus moved into the living room, but stopped cold just past the doorway. His father was there, standing by the couch, but it wasn’t his old man that gave Remus pause—it was the boy sitting on the couch.

The stranger looked about Remus’ age, maybe seventeen, but that’s where the similarities ended. He had a mop of unruly dark hair, pale skin too untouched by the sun to belong to anyone ‘round these parts, and clothes that practically shouted city slicker. A crisp button-down shirt that looked like it cost more than a month’s pay, fitted slacks with no signs of dirt or wear, and shoes that looked too soft to survive the gravel driveway outside. He sat there stiff as a fence post, glancing around the room like a caged animal.

“Pa,” Remus said, his voice low and cautious, “Who’s that?”

His father turned, relief softening the lines of his weathered face. “Oh, there ya are, son. Your momma around?”

“No, sir,” Remus said, shaking his head. “She’s out shoppin’ with Grandma.”

His father nodded, his gaze flickering to the boy on the couch. “Well, come on, then. Let’s step into the kitchen for a minute.” He motioned for Remus to follow, his tone unreadable, and Remus exchanged a quick glance with Sniper before trailing his father into the kitchen.

Once the door swung shut behind them, his father leaned in close, speaking in a low voice thick with his Montana drawl. “Sirius is his name. Helluva name, ain’t it?”

Remus frowned, crossing his arms. “You plannin’ on tellin’ me who he is, or just makin’ small talk?”

His father huffed a breath, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Picked him up over in Wyoming, on my way back from gettin’ feed. He was hitchhikin’ by the highway.”

“Hitchhikin’?” Remus echoed, disbelief coloring his voice. “Pa, you don’t just pick up strangers off the road. That’s how you end up dead or robbed blind.”

“Now, don’t go gettin’ yourself all riled up,” his father replied, his voice calm but firm. “Boy’s a runaway. Ain’t got no place to go. I couldn’t just leave him there. Looked like he hadn’t had a decent meal in days.”

Remus stared at him, dumbfounded. “And you figured bringin’ him here was the solution? We ain’t exactly runnin’ a shelter.”

His father’s expression hardened. “We’re runnin’ a ranch, boy. And on this ranch, we take care of folks when they’re in need. You remember that.”

Remus sighed, glancing back toward the living room, where the boy—Sirius—sat awkwardly, Sniper now nosing at his fancy shoes. “What’s he runnin’ from?”

“Didn’t ask,” his father said simply. “Figured that’s his business, not mine. But I can tell you this much—he’s scared. You can see it in his eyes.”

Remus pressed his lips into a thin line, his mind racing. “So what? We just keep him here?”

“Only for a spell,” his father replied. “Till he gets his feet under him. Now, I know it’s a bit of a shock, but I expect you to show him some kindness. Man can’t call himself decent if he ain’t got that.”

Remus sighed again, running a hand through his messy hair. “Alright, Pa. But I don’t trust him yet.”

“Didn’t ask you to,” his father said with a small, wry smile. “Just asked you to try.”

With that, his father clapped him on the shoulder and headed back toward the living room, leaving Remus standing there, uncertain and unsettled. Sniper barked faintly in the other room, and Remus took a deep breath before following.

The heavy thrum of the old Chevy’s engine faded into the distance as Remus stood by the window, arms crossed, watching the dust settle in the driveway. His father had left to pick up Momma and Grandma from the market, leaving him alone with the boy in the living room.

He turned back toward the couch, where Sirius sat stiffly, like he wasn’t sure whether to move or stay put. Sniper was still at his feet, nosing at the boy’s shoes with curious sniffs. The sight of Sirius in his polished, out-of-place clothes—a sharp contrast to the worn, earthy tones of the ranch—irked Remus in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

Leaning against the doorframe, Remus crossed his arms and tilted his head, his drawl slow and pointed. “Where’d you come from?”

The boy looked up, his dark eyes sharp and guarded. “Cali,” he said shortly, his voice smooth but clipped, the accent clean and unfamiliar. It only made him sound more out of place, like he’d stepped out of one of those glossy magazines Grandma liked to flip through.

“Cali, huh?” Remus drawled, raising an eyebrow. “Long way from home. You walk all the way up here, or hitchhike your way across half the country?”

“Hitchhike,” Sirius said simply, his shoulders stiffening under Remus’s steady gaze. He didn’t elaborate, didn’t offer any explanation for what had driven him to leave or why he’d ended up in Montana of all places.

Remus let out a low hum, the corner of his mouth twitching into a half-smirk. “Figures. Well, if you plan on stickin’ ‘round here, you better get used to workin’. Ain’t nobody here gets to laze around like some city slicker on vacation.”

Sirius’s expression flickered, a flash of something between irritation and disbelief crossing his face. “I didn’t say I was staying,” he said, his tone sharp, almost defensive.

Remus shrugged, unfazed. “Suit yourself. But if you do stay, you’re pullin’ your weight. That means chores, and lots of ‘em. We don’t got room for freeloaders, and I sure as hell don’t got patience for ‘em.”

Sirius opened his mouth, like he might argue, but closed it just as quickly, his jaw tightening. Sniper gave an encouraging wag of his tail, his nose still sniffing at the boy’s fancy pants.

“You don’t mind gettin’ them clothes dirty, do ya?” Remus asked, his voice laced with sarcasm as he gestured vaguely at Sirius’s pristine outfit. “Wouldn’t want ya cryin’ over a little dirt or a tear.”

Sirius stared at him, his lips pressing into a thin line. “I can handle it.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, the smirk on his face spreading. “We’ll see ‘bout that.” He straightened, pushing off the doorframe and looking Sirius up and down like he was sizing up a colt. “Dinner’s at seven. If you’re hungry, you best not be late. Till then, you’re free to wander the ranch, stretch your legs or whatever it is you city folks do for fun.”

He whistled low and snapped his fingers, signaling Sniper. The dog perked up, his ears swiveling toward Remus, before trotting over to Sirius and sitting by his feet, tail thumping against the floor.

“Sniper’ll keep ya company,” Remus added, his tone lighter but still edged with something Sirius couldn’t quite place. “Don’t let him outta your sight, though. He don’t much care for folks sneakin’ off.”

Sirius glanced down at the dog, who was now staring up at him with bright, expectant eyes, and then back at Remus. “You’re serious?”

“Damn right I am,” Remus said, tipping his hat back and fixing Sirius with a steady look. “He’ll keep you outta trouble. Or maybe the other way ‘round. Guess we’ll see.”

And with that, Remus turned on his heel and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Sirius standing in the living room, his polished shoes sinking slightly into the thick, scuffed-up rug. Sniper gave a quiet woof, nudging at Sirius’s leg as if to say, C’mon, we’ve got wanderin’ to do.

Sirius sighed, glancing toward the door. The ranch stretched wide and wild beyond it, nothing like the crowded, sun-bleached streets of California. It was quiet out here, too quiet, the kind of quiet that felt heavy and strange. He hesitated, then stuffed his hands into his pockets and followed the dog, stepping out into the fading light.

The barn smelled of hay and damp earth, the kind of smell that wrapped itself around you and stuck to your skin. The light was softer here, filtering through the slats in the wood, casting golden stripes across the stalls. Remus walked with a slow, measured pace, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, his boots scuffing faintly against the dirt floor.

Ahead, near the paddock, he caught sight of James Potter, his best friend since they were kids. James was shirtless, his lean frame glistening with sweat as he worked, his curls a wild mess under the brim of a battered straw hat. He was hosing down his horse, a sleek chestnut mare named Ladybird, who stood patient and calm as water trickled down her glossy coat.

“Remus!” James hollered when he saw him, his voice bright and easy, like sunshine breaking through a cloudy day. He waved one arm, grinning wide. “Could ya grab another tub of water over there?” He nodded toward the row of buckets stacked by the barn door.

Remus sighed, but he couldn’t help the faint tug of a smile that threatened the corners of his mouth. James had a way of making everything seem a little less heavy. He grabbed one of the tubs, hefting it easily, and carried it over. “You’re lucky I like you,” he muttered as he set it down beside James.

“Yeah, yeah,” James said with a laugh, splashing some of the water toward Remus as he rinsed the last of the soap from Ladybird’s coat. The horse snorted, shaking her mane, droplets scattering like sparks in the air.

James shut off the hose and grabbed a towel, wiping his hands as he turned back to Remus, his dark eyes sharp despite the easy smile still lingering on his face. “Alright, what’s eatin’ you? You look like someone spit in your coffee.”

Remus leaned back against the barn wall, crossing his arms over his chest. “Dad picked up some hitchhiker down in Wyoming,” he said, his voice low and edged with frustration. “Boy’s our age, says he’s from California.”

James arched an eyebrow, leaning against Ladybird’s side as he gave Remus his full attention. “California, huh? That’s a helluva trip to hitchhike.”

“Yeah, well,” Remus muttered, kicking at a stray bit of hay. “He’s rich. You can tell just by lookin’ at him. Fancy clothes, shiny shoes, hair like he’s never had to touch a pair of scissors himself.”

James smirked, his grin teasing but not unkind. “What’s the matter, Moony? Rich boys don’t sit right with ya?”

“You know they don’t,” Remus shot back, his voice hardening. “They don’t belong here. They don’t get it. All this—” he gestured around the barn, the ranch, the wide-open land stretching beyond it—“it’s blood, sweat, and dirt. People like him? They don’t know the first thing ‘bout any of that.”

James tilted his head, considering him. “Well, maybe he’s different. You don’t know him yet.”

“And I don’t plan to,” Remus said firmly. “He’s just passin’ through, anyway. Won’t be here long enough to matter.”

James gave him a look, one that said he wasn’t buying it but wasn’t going to push just yet. “Well, if he’s stickin’ around for now, he better learn to muck a stall. Nothin’ humbles a man quicker than standin’ knee-deep in horse shit.”

That earned a reluctant chuckle from Remus. “I’ll see if I can talk Dad into puttin’ him on stall duty.”

“There ya go,” James said with a grin, clapping a hand on Remus’s shoulder. “That’s the spirit. Now, come on—help me get Ladybird back to the stable, and then we’ll see if you can’t stop scowlin’ for five damn minutes.”

Remus rolled his eyes but followed James back toward the stalls, the weight on his shoulders feeling just a little lighter. But in the back of his mind, he couldn’t shake the image of Sirius Black sitting stiff and out of place on their worn living room couch. Something about him didn’t sit right, and Remus wasn’t sure if it ever would.

The barn was quieter now, the last streaks of sunlight slipping through the slats and painting the walls in warm, amber hues. Remus dusted his hands on his jeans as he and James finished settling Ladybird into her stall. The mare snorted softly, her coat gleaming after the wash, and James gave her an affectionate pat on the neck before leaning against the wooden stall door with a satisfied sigh.

“The wind says you broke up with Wendy,” Remus teased, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. He leaned casually against the post, arms crossed, his eyes glinting with amusement.

James laughed, the sound light and unbothered, as if the whole thing was already ancient history. “Time passes, feelings fade. S’just how it goes, Moony.”

“Uh-huh,” Remus said, his tone dry, the grin widening. “You’ve said that ‘bout seven times now, y’know. Every time one of your so-called ‘great loves’ comes to an end.”

James shrugged, unbothered, and reached for his shirt, slinging it over his shoulders with an air of ease. “Well, same thing every time, innit? One day they’re tellin’ me they love me, the next they’re on about how I’m too distractin’ with my good looks or some nonsense. Can’t help it if I’m irresistible.”

“More like insufferable,” Remus muttered, shaking his head but unable to hide the chuckle in his voice. “One day, Potter, you’re gonna meet someone who puts you in your place. I’m gonna enjoy every minute of it.”

James grinned, running a hand through his wild curls as he headed toward the barn door. “We’ll see ‘bout that. Now, I best be gettin’ home before my old ma comes after me with her butcher knife. You know how she gets when I’m late for supper.”

Remus snorted. “Yeah, don’t wanna be on the wrong side of Mrs. Potter’s temper. Go on, then. Don’t let Ladybird here be the last thing you see on God’s green earth.”

James gave a mock salute, his grin widening. “See ya tomorrow, Moony,” he called as he walked off, heading toward the winding path that led to his family’s ranch.

Remus stayed behind a moment longer, watching the sun dip lower in the sky. The air was cooler now, carrying the faint rustle of the wind through the tall grass. He turned toward the house, his boots crunching against the dirt, but as he reached the edge of the yard, something caught his eye.

Down by the bay where the river curved lazily through the ranch, he saw Sirius. The boy was walking slowly, hands shoved deep in his pockets, with Sniper trotting faithfully at his side. Sirius’s dark hair caught the fading light, almost glowing against the dusky backdrop of the river. He moved with an aimless sort of grace, like he wasn’t used to wide open spaces but was trying to learn.

Remus’s gaze lingered for only a moment before he looked away, his jaw tightening. He didn’t care what Sirius was doing or where he was wandering. The boy wasn’t his problem, and he wasn’t about to make him one.

When he stepped into the house, the familiar warmth of the kitchen greeted him. The rich smell of stew simmering on the stove mingled with the faint sweetness of cornbread baking in the oven. His mother and grandmother were bustling about, their movements practiced and efficient, the quiet rhythm of their work punctuated by soft murmurs and the occasional clatter of pots and pans.

“Evenin’, sweetheart,” his mother said without looking up, her hands busy chopping vegetables. She was small and sturdy, her graying hair tied back in a neat bun, her face lined with years of hard work and quiet strength. “Wash up, dinner’ll be ready soon.”

Remus nodded, stepping toward the sink to scrub the dirt from his hands. His grandmother glanced up from where she was rolling out dough, her sharp eyes catching his in that way she always had, like she could see right through him.

“That boy your father brought home,” she said, her voice low and gravelly with age. “You meet him yet?”

“Briefly,” Remus muttered, keeping his attention on the soap suds swirling down the drain. “He’s out wanderin’ somewhere with Sniper.”

His mother and grandmother exchanged a glance, one of those silent conversations that only they seemed to understand.

“Well,” his mother said, her tone careful but kind, “if he’s stayin’ for a bit, best we all make him feel welcome. Seems like he’s been through a lot.”

Remus dried his hands and leaned against the counter, his gaze fixed on the steam rising from the stew pot. “Don’t know why Dad picked him up in the first place,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost to himself. “Feels like trouble.”

“Maybe,” his grandmother said, her voice sharp but not unkind. “But trouble’s got a way of findin’ its way to folks who can handle it. Maybe your daddy saw somethin’ in that boy worth savin’.”

Remus didn’t answer, his jaw tightening again as he looked out the window. The river glinted faintly in the distance, and though Sirius was too far off to see now, Remus couldn’t quite shake the image of him walking there, his shadow long and thin against the water.

The dining table stretched long beneath the heavy beams of the ceiling, its dark wood polished smooth from years of use. The faint scent of roasted meat and fresh bread lingered in the warm air, mingling with the subtle creak of chairs and the soft clink of silverware against plates. Through the wide windows, the ranch sprawled out under the dimming light, the sky painted in hues of lavender and gold. It was quiet, save for the faint sound of the wind outside, and the stillness felt heavy in the room.

Sirius sat near the end of the table, beside Remus’s grandmother. He was stiff, his posture too straight for someone who’d spent the day out in the open. His eyes flicked toward the others occasionally, wary, like he was waiting for someone to say something—or to stop saying anything at all. He wasn’t eating much, just picking at the roast and mashed potatoes on his plate, his fork moving in aimless patterns.

Hope, seated at the head of the table, was the first to break the silence. Her voice was soft but carried an easy warmth that filled the room like sunlight breaking through clouds. “So, Sirius,” she began, folding her hands on the table and smiling gently at the boy. “Where exactly are you headed? Or are you just wanderin’ for now?”

Sirius hesitated, his fork pausing mid-air. “Nowhere, really,” he said quietly, his voice smooth but guarded. “I didn’t… I didn’t have a plan.” His accent was crisp, the edges of his words clipped and deliberate. It sounded foreign in this house, in this space, where everything else was rough-hewn and worn in.

“Well, there’s nothin’ wrong with takin’ your time,” Hope said, her smile unwavering. “Sometimes life gives us more questions than answers, and that’s all right.”

“Not everyone’s got the luxury to wander around, though,” Remus muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on his plate as he stabbed at a piece of roasted carrot.

“Remus,” his grandmother said sharply, her tone low and warning.

Hope gave her son a look, quiet but pointed, before turning her attention back to Sirius. “What my boy means to say is, you’re welcome here as long as you need,” she said, her tone gentle but firm, as if daring Remus to contradict her. “We’re all family under this roof. You got no one to go to right now, well, you do now.”

Sirius looked up at her then, his dark eyes flickering with something that might’ve been gratitude—or suspicion. It was hard to tell. “That’s… kind of you,” he said after a moment, his voice careful, almost too polite. He glanced at Remus briefly, but the other boy didn’t look up.

“It’s no trouble,” Hope said, her smile softening. “We’ve always got room for one more, especially someone who might need it.”

Sirius nodded slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible smile ghosting across his face before disappearing again. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice so quiet it was barely audible.

Remus’s grip on his spoon tightened, the muscles in his jaw working as he fought to keep himself calm. He couldn’t quite explain the irritation simmering in his chest, but it was there, stubborn and unrelenting. He told himself it was because of the boy’s polished, too-perfect manners, the way he didn’t quite fit into this world. But deep down, there was something else, something he didn’t want to name.

“So, Sirius,” his grandmother said suddenly, her sharp eyes narrowing in on him. “What’d you run away from?”

The room went still. Even Hope paused, her gentle smile faltering slightly as she glanced at her mother-in-law. Sirius didn’t move, his fork frozen in mid-air again.

“I… I just needed to get away,” he said finally, his voice steady but quieter than before. “That’s all.”

His grandmother snorted softly, clearly unconvinced, but she didn’t press further. “Well, long as you don’t bring trouble with you,” she muttered, turning her attention back to her plate.

Sirius didn’t respond, and the table fell into silence again. Remus glanced up then, his eyes meeting Sirius’s for a brief, charged moment. There was something unreadable in the boy’s expression—defiance, maybe, or weariness. Whatever it was, it only made Remus’s grip on his spoon tighten.

“Well,” Hope said finally, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “Let’s not dwell on all that tonight. There’s pie for dessert, and I don’t wanna hear any complaints about bein’ too full to eat it.”

That brought a faint chuckle from Remus’s grandmother, and even Sirius’s lips twitched in something resembling amusement. But Remus didn’t laugh. He just focused on his plate, trying to ignore the knot tightening in his chest as he stabbed at another piece of carrot.

The dining table was cleared in a quiet symphony of clinking plates and the shuffle of chairs. Remus kept his head down, stacking dishes without a word, the tension from dinner still lingering in the back of his mind. Sirius had been quiet, almost unnervingly so, and that silence seemed to echo louder than anything else in the house.

“Remus,” his father said, his voice firm but easy, as he wiped his hands on a dish towel. “Show Sirius to the guest room upstairs, will ya?”

Remus didn’t answer, just nodded curtly before heading toward the stairs. He didn’t bother to check if Sirius was following; he could hear the other boy’s careful footsteps trailing behind him, the faint creak of the floorboards under his polished shoes.

The stairs were steep and narrow, the wood worn smooth from decades of use. Remus climbed them quickly, his boots heavy against the steps, while Sirius’s lighter tread seemed almost hesitant. At the top of the stairs, the hallway stretched out dimly before them, the only light coming from a small sconce near the end.

“This way,” Remus said shortly, his voice flat as he started walking. He didn’t look back, but he could feel Sirius’s presence behind him, an unfamiliar weight in a house that already felt too small.

When they reached the second-to-last door at the end of the hallway, Remus stopped and pushed it open. The room was modest, like the rest of the house, with a small twin bed tucked into the corner and a simple wooden dresser against the far wall. The window overlooked the back pasture, where the moonlight painted the fields in pale silver.

Remus stepped aside, leaning against the doorframe as he gestured inside. “Here,” he said, his tone clipped. “This is where you’ll be staying. If you need somethin’, tell my father or my mother. They’re the ones who brought you here.”

Sirius stepped inside cautiously, his dark eyes sweeping over the room. He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers brushing through the dark, unruly strands, before turning to face Remus. “You’re not exactly makin’ me feel welcome,” he said, his voice low but edged with dry amusement.

Remus crossed his arms over his chest, his expression hard. “Ain’t my job to make you feel welcome.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into the faintest hint of a smirk. “Clearly.”

They stood there for a moment, the silence stretching between them, taut and uneasy. Remus’s gaze flicked over Sirius, taking in the way he still looked out of place, even in the soft glow of the room. The boy had an air about him, something restless and sharp, like he didn’t quite belong anywhere, let alone here.

“You really from California?” Remus asked suddenly, his voice skeptical.

Sirius leaned against the edge of the dresser, crossing his arms in a mirror of Remus’s stance. “Yeah,” he said simply.

“Doesn’t look like it,” Remus muttered, his tone edged with suspicion.

Sirius tilted his head, his smirk growing slightly. “What’s California supposed to look like?”

“I dunno,” Remus said with a shrug. “Not like you, I guess.”

Sirius huffed a soft laugh, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Well, sorry to disappoint.”

Remus narrowed his eyes, studying him. “Why’d you run?”

Sirius’s smirk faltered, his gaze shifting to the window. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t,” Remus said quickly, too quickly. He straightened, stepping back into the hallway. “Just curious, is all. But if you don’t wanna talk about it, don’t. Like I said, tell my folks if you need somethin’. I’m not here to babysit.”

Sirius didn’t respond, his gaze still fixed on the moonlit fields outside. Remus hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of the silence again, before turning and walking away. As he headed back down the hallway, he heard the faint creak of the bed as Sirius sat down, and for some reason, that sound stayed with him longer than he’d have liked.

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[mischiefbuckley]

see it’s the fact that even despite their rocky beginning, buck grew to be an important person not only to eddie but to christopher as well and the fact that ryan in his latest interview said that, “‘I believe there’s an offer of comfort to Eddie knowing that even though Shannon isn’t there, he has somebody else in his life that he can kind of pass the reins to and say, ‘Hey, I need another perspective. Please help my son out,’” he said. “And Buck always shows up.”’

see I was also thinking earlier of the first time when buck finally learns about christopher. like eddie had started his day prior to the earthquake happening, taking his son to school in the morning and christopher being the adorable he is asks eddie “hey dad, do you think dogs know they’re dogs?” very cute adorable behavior from him and him being so in love and in admiration of his son he listens to him and tells him he loves him as christopher walks away to class. then we get the 118 in the truck heading to help out after the earthquake and eddie is in the truck trying to get ahold of the school to find out if anything happened. buck asks eddie “who you trying to get ahold of?” and that’s when eddie responds with “my son. I’m trying to reach my son.” and buck being buck responds with “whoa, you got a kid?” “and super adorable. I, uh, I love kids.” and eddie responds with like the most heartbreaking thing ever in like only the second episode of knowing him that “I love this one. I’m all he’s got.” little did you know the 6’2 gorgeous blue eyed handsome guy in front of you would be your co-parent to your son and someone that you could rely on for anything and everything regarding you and christopher including yk putting him in your will

while they are getting into the building, buck being buck and his random bits of facts and knowledge goes on to tell eddie “after northridge, FEMA spent $200 million retrofitting every school in the LAUSD. Ceiling tiles, lighting fixtures… Eddie, your kid is in the safest place he can be.” buck already starting that bond with eddie to reassure him that everything is fine and not to panic while they are on the job and eddie being eddie responds with “thought that was a high rise” referencing something Buck had said earlier when they arrived on the scene

and again this is the first time we see buck and eddie team up as friends after the whole tension from the previous episode. this is the first of what would become a normal work dynamic of them always being teamed up together because they do work well together as a team

and in the third episode we see them more of how they work together as a unit and how they fully start to trust each other and we do see other dynamics as well like their silly little banter/worry towards each other as when the elevator shaft is coming towards buck and allie we hear eddie yelling at buck “let’s go buck! move your ass!” and after buck and allie land on the floor where eddie and the man with a spinal injury are that buck says “I told you I liked our chances” again referring back to when buck was the one that had came up with the idea of going down through the elevator shaft

and the buck and eddie show up when chimney and bobby are planning on how to rescue hen and it starts to show the dynamic of how much each member of the 118 cares for one another and their safety and well being and how the 118 has gone from being a firefighter crew to being a family

and as buck and eddie are putting supplies away on the truck before leaving the scene buck’s phone buzzes indicating a message from maddie but buck goes on to tell eddie “hey. service” just giving eddie some peace of mind that he could finally get in contact with his son after the day that they both have had

and the final kicker to this disaster earthquake episode arc is that buck drives eddie to christopher’s school and we see two different perspectives here in the way where we see how much eddie loves and cares for his son and the way that now buck sees eddie in a new light. prior to knowing he had a son or even liking him in the slightest, all he had thought of eddie was that he was someone that was new in the 118 but also someone he was threatened by because he was this new person who had all this knowledge and confidence and buck was ultimately jealous of having another guy around his age around the team because again buck has his own problems with his insecurities and the way he raised growing up in his family dynamic (but that’s for another discussion)

but again just the way that buck stares at eddie while he’s hugging christopher after the day they both have had

IN CONCLUSION “AND BUCK ALWAYS SHOWS UP”