#adopted family

[gpsoftun]

Thought I would practice some willpower and wait until Father's Day weekend for my rewatch. However, since mothers are the most over glorified branch on the family tree, I'm starting it today 😎

We meet again, Blue-Eyed Brilliance and Brown-Eyed Bosses 🥰

#white collar tv show #suits usa #pro man #platonic love #pro dad #mentor #father figure #adopted family #matt bomer #neal caffrey #tim dekay #peter burke #patrick adams #mike ross #gabriel macht #harvey specter #i love Harvey Specter #batman and robin #butch cassidy and the sundance kid

[the-redhead-in-a-dress]

20 Headcanons I have about Chris/Una/La’an as a family in an Earth AU

Chris is Girl!Dad

Una is Mommy

La’an is baby girl

1. La’an still loses her family and Una still rescues her, but Una begs Chris for them to adopt her and he agrees in an instant.

2. That first night they put La’an to bed together. Una wakes up in the night in a panic. Something feels wrong #MomInstincts. She goes to check on La’an and she’s silently crying and terrified in the corner of the room, but making no sound. Una picks her up, wipes her tears and cuddles her. Takes La’an back to her and Chris’ bed.

3. Toddler!La’an likes to spread Eagle across the bed. Una and Chris often wake up in the middle of the night to a little fist or leg in their face. Without a word to Una, Chris gets them a bigger bed.

4. Toddler/Young girl La’an is a thumb sucker

5. Chris gets addicted to Kids TV, he has lots of thoughts on Bluey, Peppa and Dora. Una is confused. La’an finds those shows boring but watches them anyway because it makes her Daddy happy.

6. All throughout elementary school La’an goes to school with immaculately braided hair. This gets the attention of the other school Moms, and soon Una has an unofficial role at birthday parties to make sure everybody has ‘princess hair’

7. When Una is on a work trip or otherwise unavailable Chris braids La’an’s hair. He’s pretty decent.

8. Una gets jealous when the other school moms flirt with Chris. Chris makes it up to her when they’re alone.

9. When La’an gets bullied for her being a Noonien-Singh Una sees red and definitely threatens the principle, Chris uses his dimples to smooth things over.

10. Chris as stay at home dad(?) making pancakes for breakfast every morning.

11. When La’an is sick Chris makes her the best home-made soup and they sit on the couch and La’an cuddles in Chris’ lap.

12. Chris is the most excited of the three to go to Disneyland. He begged Una for months for them all to go visit.

13. He carries La’an on his shoulders and points out all of the Disney Princesses correctly for La’an to see.

14. Chris most definitely wears Minnie Mouse ears, the entire time. Una has to remind him to take them off when he goes to shower.

15. He also ends up on the DilfsofDisneyland Instagram page (this is a real thing)

16. La’an makes Chris this absolutely hideous T-shirt at school that says “Galaxy’s best Dad” but he loves it and wears it absolutely everywhere for a week…until Una conveniently shrinks it in the wash. They stick it on a teddy bear instead.

17. Teenage La’an and Chris share a bond of watching sports games together on the couch. Una doesn’t understand.

18. Chris AND Una both coach La’an’s sports team.

19. La’an and Una head butt a lot in La’an’s teenage years. Chris looks on in fond amusement over how similar the two are.

20. Chris and Una dropping La’an off at college/the academy. Both Una and Chris cry…a lot, and La’an tells them not to be so dramatic. “But you’re our baby girl!” Replies both Chris and Una through the tears. La’an rolls her eyes but lets them hug her tightly anyway.

#laan noonien singh #una chin riley #Chris pike #adopted family #pikeone #pikeuna #chris pike/number one #ST SNW #star trek snw #star trek strange new worlds #Earth AU #Chris is definitely a girl dad #Una is mommy #La’an is baby girl #I think about this trio as a family far too much

[starryeyed-spacegirl]

This is for all my fellow Prospect fans out there!

I have listed below, for your viewing pleasure: a compendium of my three (3, ☘️3️⃣🎶) Prospect fics !

After Launch is my original baby child, set… you guessed it… right after launch at the end of the film! It’s a 3 chapter what-if imagining of how Ezra and Cee would react to being so suddenly paired together, and it was such fun to write ❤️

Gilded man is currently one of my top my fav WIPs: a 1940’s, Indiana Jones-ish AU of the film, set in the Amazon.

But Ezra and Cee are wonderful characters no matter where you set them, so not that down

And last but not least, “there’s by the time you read this”, an idea I took from a writing prompt, based on one character writing to the other, describing all the things that will have occurred by the time they receive the letter being written. It’s cute and fluffy, yet a little bit course and rough around the edges, just like Ezra (And I love it nonetheless).

Then, finally, here’s my treasured playlist for my fav sci-fi reluctant father daughter duo:

✨Enjoy ✨

#prospect #prospect 2018 #strong chaotic daughter and scruffy reluctant father figures are my favorite trope #ezra #ezra prospect #cee #cee prospect #prospect 2018 fanfiction #pedro pascal #sophie thatcher #fanfiction #prospect fanfiction #adopted family #ao3 fanfic #fringe AU #Spotify

[mjspickett]

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Echoes Of The Immortal

Book 5 of the Immortal series

MJ Spickett

#PreOrder #ScienceFiction #AmReading #BookBuzz #ParanormalThriller #AdoptedFamily #MM #Romance #Suspense #Horror

He knows they're still out there. The Celestial beings that once possessed him and the darkness that follows them. Yet the stories of them mating with humans were just that...stories...weren't they?

It had been years since Alex was freed from possession. He and Lucas had spent that time cultivating a peaceful life in the valley, surrounded by the LaCloche Mountains of Northern Ontario. The leading authority of the Celestials and their underground temples, both Alex and Lucas are called upon when a strange child is discovered in the old decommissioned NORAD Complex hidden 600 feet below the Armed Forces Base in North Bay. The "Hole" contains many secrets, and perhaps this child is the key to stopping the Celestials once and for all.

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[domesticandlovingmonsters]

Camping Trip

Theme: Family Camping Trip. Minotaur Family x Human!Reader x Drider Sister Notes: This Commission was super sweet to write and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

As always, the Commissioner was given this story first, then Patreon and now here. The main POV was changed to Reader Insert under the Commissioners request.

Enjoy!

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Your excitement for the trip was slowly diminishing the deeper the van drove into the forest. It would have been a very relaxing drive, watching the dark clouds roll in over the towering pine trees. The earth turned into a deep brown while the smell of wet moss filled your nose whenever someone rolled down the window. And then, the soft taps of rain started to fall on the van’s roof. You felt your family immediately shiver at the thought of hiking in such weather. But it was your father’s big holiday, and this is what he wanted to do.

“Hun, maybe we should set up camp first.” Your mother, a beautiful brown and white Minotaur, softly suggested. Though she was thick coated and was just as excited for the trip as her husband, her concerned glance strayed on you and your brother. You were the only human in the foster family. Their biological son shared his mother’s mix-matched coat, but had the shagginess of his father. However, he had just gotten shaven after a messy fall into some mud. And he had been too impatient to wash it all out. So, he got it cut. He was rugged up tightly in his jacket and jeans but you could see he was eyeing the rain clouds with disdain.

In the very back of the van was your sister, Amara. A drider with a black widow's abdomen and dark toned skin hidden beneath many layers of clothing. She was curled up as much as her thin legs allowed, looking out the window with a curl to her lips.

She was the newest member to the family. And this was her first trip with the rest of you outside the country town that she now called home.

Your father, a black coated bull, glanced at the rest of you. He snorted a chuckle. “The view will be spectacular on the mountain with this little rain. Imagine the fresh waterfalls and misty valleys. We’ll be alright. The forecast didn’t say it would rain till later tonight.”

Your brother, Axel, and you shared an uncertain look. But neither of you argued. Your father had been planning this trip all month. And he was so excited about it that he packed the car three days early. You didn’t want to be the one to squish his excitement over a bit of rain.

Deeper into the forest you went until you came upon a small car park. A quaint little building sat at the entrance to the forest trails and it surprised you that the car park was empty. Save for the ranger truck nearby. This was a pretty popular spot for locals and tourists. Was the rain really that much of a scare for other hikers? Axel and your father started to unload the van while you and your mother went into the information building. Amara stood somewhat to the side of the van. You stopped by the door of the building and called out to her.

“Come meet, Zela! And get yourself warmed up before we head out.” You said. And after a small shuffle of her feet, she hesitantly followed.

You remembered your first trip with your new parents. Axel had been young but knew what to do when they were packing to hike. You had stood awkwardly to the side, waiting to be passed things and watched them go through their items until the walk started. You had felt weird just staring at them while they chatted and laughed together. You knew what Amara was going through right now.

She smiled sweetly as you held the door open for her. Just as your mother embraced a much larger drider. She could easily take up the majority of the building if she wasn’t suspended from the high, tilted ceiling. She rested her front two legs on the floor so she could bend down and give the Minotaur a big squeeze around the shoulders.

She was just as fluffy as your mother. But unlike Amara, her facial features were more arachnid. With pincers on the corners of her mouth and eight, dark eyes dotted her face. She was strangely pretty, you always thought.

“Oh Emily, you really are hiking out in this weather?” The Ranger Drider cooed as she pulled away from your mother. “Don’t tell me Don is actually serious about this.”

Your mother sighed and nodded. “Yep, he’s serious. The trails aren’t that bad are they?”

“We haven’t gotten much rain…yet. But it may get pretty hairy out there over the next few days. I’ll keep the truck ready in case you need a rescue.” The Drider, Zela, laughed. And then her eyes fell on Amara. Who was staring up at her with shy curiosity. “Oh, this is Amara? You are beautiful, dear. Are you settling in well with Emily and Don?”

Amara nodded. Her hands twisting the front of her shirt awkwardly. “They’re very nice.”

“Oh, they are.” Zela said sweetly. “Nice enough to take this trouble maker, that is.” Zela moved so quickly you had no chance in defending herself against her attack. Her long fingers plucked your hood from behind your head and pulled it over your face. You tried to push her away but she kept you blinded. Laughing until you managed to wriggle out of her grasp and throw back the hood.

“What have I done that caused any sort of trouble?” You asked defensively. And Zela scoffed.

“What haven’t you done?” She said, “I was chasing you all over these woods when you first came here with your family. This little idiot got separated from Emily, and then kept running from me.” Zela explained to Amara, despite her harsh tone, her eyes glinted with warmth.

You rolled your eyes and shrugged. “Look at you! You’re huge! I thought you were a monster coming to eat me.” You turned to Amara, “She will never explain that she found me in a cave at night. Didn’t introduce herself. No, “hey, I’m a park ranger”, nothing! She just grabbed me and tried to drag me out of the cave. I thought I was going to be eaten!”

Amara’s smile grew more genuine and her laugh, though quiet, was the first real laugh you’ve heard from her in a while. “And then she chases me like some sort of-of thing from a horror movie! Climbing through the trees and swinging off her webs. I twisted my ankle in the end. That’s how she finally caught me.”

“I could have caught you a lot earlier.” Zela mused with a smile.

“Ah, so you were just playing with your food.” You jibed back. The conversation fell away with laughter as Don and Axel shuffled their way inside. Your father was smiling broadly with his massive backpack already strapped tightly to his shoulders. He took up the door frame with very little room to squeeze past.

“Ready to go?” He asked everyone. And Zela clicked her pincers worriedly.

“Don, I really have to warn you not to go too deep into the trails.” She said, “At least until this rain passes. Promise me you’re not going to drag this poor girl up the mountain. She’ll be washed downhill by a trickle of water.” Zela gestured to Amara. Giving the young drider a wink to show she was just playing around. But the concern was very forefront.

Don waved his hand, dismissing the ranger’s words with a smile. “We’ll be alright. We’re not going far up the mountain. It’s Amara’s first time. I’m not going to push her.”

You nudged Amara playfully. “They had me climb the entire mountain on my first trip. He’s doing you a favor, trust me. I couldn’t feel my legs for days afterwards.”

Amara nodded. Fidgeting nervously again while the attention was back on her. But you all bid farewell to Zela before returning to the van and gathering up your packs. Emily helped Amara with her pack, since it was fitted for a Drider’s abdomen rather than sit on their human backs. It reminded you of a collection of saddlebags for a horse. But you didn’t dare say that outloud. Amara was already shy about her physique and how different she was to the rest of the family. Once or twice you heard Emily consoling Amara late in the night. Soothing her worries about being an arachnid in a bipedal family.

“At least (y/n) is closer to your shape than I ever could be.” You had heard her whimper one night. You never thought that someone would be worried about themselves that way. But you had once been in her shoes. Crying into Emily’s chest about not having fur, being different and seeing the side eye everyone on the streets gave your new family. All because you were human in a monster family.

You looked up as Emily stepped away from Amara. Admiring the Drider as she took some experimental steps with the new weight.

“It looks good!” You said. “Is it comfortable?”

Amara smiled a small smile in return, and fidgeted with the straps that wrapped around her waist. “It’s ok.” She said, then looked up at Emily. “Thank you for helping me.”

“Of course! Just let me know if it starts to rub or pinch.” Emily said. And Don slapped Axel on the shoulder.

“Axel will carry anything that gets too heavy, alright?”

“I will?” Axel said, but his words dripped with that usual sarcastic tone of his. And then Don started leading the way out of the car park with Axel behind him. You let Amara fall behind your brother and Emily brought up the rear.

Your boots crunched the fallen pine needles deeper into the dirt trail. Logs and rocks built up the majority of the hike, keeping the path from eroding too much, without the need for concrete or other resources. Amara seemed to glide over the uneven terrain. And you envied her graceful movement over some of the fallen logs or cluster of boulders you had to climb. Axel heaved you up a particularly steep climb because your boots kept slipping in the moist earth.

“I’ll do your laundry for a few days if you carry me the rest of the way.” You offered Axel after he set you down.

He scoffed.

“Totally not worth it. Two weeks?” He asked and you scoffed right back.

Don trekked along merrily. Holding aside some large fern so the rest of you didn’t get touched by the wet leaves. But let it fall on his wife with a wet slap and a shrill squeak from Emily. He ran ahead with a wide, cheeky smile as Emily tried to slap his arm. Cursing his name as she huffed after him, hooves sliding in the damp earth. The chill in the air dipped even further the higher you all climbed. It didn’t help that the thick blanket of clouds brought a shower of misty droplets. It wasn’t enough to get you wet right away. But over the next hour, your hair was beginning to soak and anytime you touched your jacket, it had a sheen of cold to it. You just reached the first camping site when the mist started to turn to droplets. And you noticed Amara shiver as Don looked up at the sky.

“Hey, Dad, can we please stop here?” You asked. “It's getting cold.”

Emily backed you up. “We’ll continue after we get the camp ready. We may not get a good chance later to pitch our tents.”

Don nodded. You could see how crestfallen he was about it, but your father wasn’t an idiot. Thankfully.

Axel and you started to pitch up the large tent the two of you shared. While Amara helped Emily and Don with theirs. It had been a silent understanding between you and Axel that your new sister would be more comfortable with your parents on her first night out. She was still very shy around Axel and Emily had explained to you that Amara had some bad experiences with Humans. Neither you, nor Axel, took Amara’s distance to heart. She would warm up to you. And you didn’t want to push her.

You were just unrolling your sleeping bag when a thunderous crash raced across the sky. Axel swore loudly and you heard Amara scream. Emily patted her chest and chuckled uneasily. “I think I need new pants.”

Don was exaggerating the noise by rubbing his round ears. “We should wait a bit before hiking again. I don’t want to be target practice for Zeus.”

“Or Thor.” Axel said, looking up at the sky. “You hear that your Godliness! We would really appreciate not being struck out here.”

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky and Axel dove into the tent as the crack of thunder rumbled through the clouds. You chuckled, turning your face to the falling droplets dramatically. “You can take him, but leave us alone.”

“A sacrifice to the Gods!” Don called out, beating his chest. But ducked as another crash echoed through the forest. “Alright! I’m sorry! I won’t make fun of you anymore!”

Amara looked very confused as you and Don laughed. And Emily placed a hand on her thin shoulder. “Don’t worry. They’re just being silly. We don’t worship any of the old Gods.”

“But we do admire them!” Don said with a small chuckle. “So, they don’t smite us.”

As much as you wanted a fire, the rain wouldn’t allow it. The droplets started to fall more and more and any wood you found around the area was too wet to use as kindling. You and Axel huddled by the entrance of your tent, watching as your parents unpacked their sleeping bags and set up Amara’s area of the tent. You had wrapped your sleeping bag around yourself and had changed out of the damp jacket. It was much warmer, but you kicked yourself for not bringing gloves. Even thin ones would have been nice. Just to keep the little bit of chill from your hands. But thankfully, Emily was ready for such an occasion. She pulled a small gas canister from her pack and a little camp burner to hook it up too . A kettle was brought out from the depths of her bags and she filled it with water from the many bottles of water.

“Do you also have a sous chef in there?” Don asked, dramatically peering into his wife’s packs. “Maybe a lobster dinner?”

You and Axel laughed while Emily smiled. Setting the round kettle on the small gas fed flame.

“No, dear. But aren’t you glad I packed these?” She wiggled her eyebrows at him with a knowing smile. “And you wanted me to leave these at the house. Shame on you for not believing in my intuition.”

“Yes, yes. Your powerful motherly instincts were right again. I should never question you and you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” Don drawled on. Like he was rehearsing lines for a show he didn’t want to be in. But he leaned over and kissed his wife’s cheek.

Camping mugs were passed between the family and Emily brewed some tea for everyone. Then you all settled in the comfort of your tents. Your parents had a bit more space since their massive tent came with a canopy that encased the entrance and then some in front of it. They didn’t bring chairs this time, but your mother had a spare blanket that she laid over the damp ground.

“Isn’t this the life?” Don said dreamily, looking up at the darkening sky. “Nature. In all its beauty and power.” Another crash of thunder made you wince. It sounded like it was right on top of you.

“I’ll like it more when it stops trying to make me deaf.” Axel replied without looking up from a book he was reading. He liked to bring something with him in case he was stuck in situations like this. You didn’t think to bring some type of entertainment. You had hoped the trip would be mostly hiking.

You glanced at the sky as the rain started coming down in sheets of water. You gave a quick wave to your parents before zipping up the door to stop the water from getting inside. Axel blew a long raspberry between his lips.

“Think Dad will call quits on the hike?” He asked.

You wiggled over to your side of the tent and laid your head on the pillow. Looking up at the blue canopy of the tent ceiling. “Doubt it. He’s been talking about bringing Amara out here for ages. I think he wants to turn it into a family tradition or something.”

Axel rolled onto his back. Holding the book above his head to continue reading. “Mum says it's good family bonding. A way for all of us to get to know her better. Though, I kinda wish we did something she wanted to do. I’d be terrified coming out into the woods with a family of strangers. I can only imagine what she’s thinking.”

You hummed your agreement. “I was nervous the first time too. I didn’t think I’d be murdered or anything. But I was so scared you’d all leave me in the woods.”

Axel scoffed softly. But you could hear the gentleness in his next jibe. “I thought about it. But who would share the chores with me over the weekends?”

The storm continued well into the night. Don had brought his family to the park in the late morning. And you had all set up camp around lunch. By the time the thunder rumbled far off into the distance and the rain started to soften, it was dark. Your watch said it was around 7pm when a light flared to life just outside your tent and Don’s voice called out to you and Axel.

“You guys hungry? Mum’s gonna cook some soup.”

“No lobster?” Axel asked and you heard Emily chuckle.

“It’s canned ravioli and beans.” You heard your mother reply. And Axel groaned dramatically, but rolled off his back and unzipped the tent to join his father outside. You squirmed out of your sleeping bag and ducked outside. Amara was sitting on the blanket under the canopy of the tent while Don and Axel gathered around a small circle of stones. A blindingly bright lantern was switched on by Don’s knees and you could see well into the empty clearing that surrounded you. The forest was awfully beautiful after the ran. The light twinkled off falling drops that trickled off the trees. The wind made everything stir softly, like the plants were waving at you as you peered off into the gloom.

“Are there bears out here?” Amara asked curiously, her own gaze peered into the dark.

“There are.” Emily replied. “But don’t worry. They won’t come into camp.”

“There’s a Were-Bear that lives out here.” Axel then said. “He works at the summer camp when it's open.”

“A Were-Bear?” Amara asked.

“Yeah, Satanta, he’s an indigenous fella. Lived here all his life.” Don said as he tried to strike a flame with his flint and steel tool. Axel was ready to blow whatever spark came to life in the very wet looking pieces of bark and sticks. His hands cupping the small bundle of kindling to save any spark from the wind. “He looked after Axel and (y/n) when they went to summer camp for the holidays. Came back true campers.”

You and Axel both groaned at the memory. You met Amara’s curious look. “Look, it wasn’t too bad.” You admitted. “But he woke us up before the sun even came up and had us hiking all over these mountains. Had us swimming in the freezing rivers and climbing very questionable rope courses. But…yeah, he was nice. And funny. He used to help us pull pranks on the other camp counselors.”

“He helped me and Jack gather a bunch of frogs and put them in this annoying counselor's bathroom.” Axel chuckled. He raised his hands defensively when Emily looked over at him disapprovingly. “Hey! Everyone hated her. Not just me and Jack. She used to put kids in time outs for no reason and nit-pick everything the other counselors were doing. Blame Sat, he’s the one who came up with the idea.”

“I’ve never met a were-person.” Amara said thoughtfully. “Are they nice?”

“The ones we met are.” Emily said, stirring the many cans of beans in the pot that sat over her little flame. “But like anybody, you’ll get a mixture of people. Satanta leaves for the winter because his beast gets rowdy that time of year. And he avoids the parks during hunting season so he doesn’t accidentally get shot. Even though it's illegal, you’ll still get hunters through these parts.” Emily’s voice hardened. But she sighed and carried on with a softer tone. “If you like, we can introduce you to Satanta. Outside the summer camps, he also teaches orienteering. You know, finding your way around with a compass and a map. And even tracking if you’re interested.”

Amara did indeed look interested. And she asked some more questions about the orienteering and even some about the summer camp. You piped in occasionally. Telling Amara about what you learnt at the camp and how you met a few good friends there. She listened intently and you soon realized the conversation was purely between the two of you. And this was the longest you had gone actually conversing with Amara.

Little steps. You remembered Emily telling you.

Dinner was served in metal bowls with steam coming off the hot soupy ravioli. Don had given up on getting the fire started when the sparks wouldn’t catch to any of the damp kindling. And the family settled to eat by the bright white lantern. That was quickly attracting a lot of bugs to its brilliance. You weren’t sure how many times you slapped your ankle to try and stop the mosquitoes from biting. And Axel laughed when you had to slap your own neck after something buzzed near your ear.

“The poor no-fur is getting eaten alive.” Axel jibed. And you glared at him as you scratched an itchy spot on your ankle again.

“They just want me because I’m delicious.” You joked back.

Emily went to her pack and pulled out a bottle of body insect repellent. Handing it to you just as you managed to squish one of the nasty pests on your knee. They seemed to be biting through your warm clothes.

You thanked her and started to apply it to the exposed areas of your skin. You glanced over at Amara as she finished off her own bowl of food. You hadn’t seen her slap away any bugs. But she still had a human torso, so did that mean she got bitten? She didn’t have the thick fur of the Minotaurs to keep the pests off her.

“D-Do you need any, Amara?” You asked. Gesturing to the bottle in your hand.

Amara seemed flustered with the sudden attention on her. But she shook her head. “N-No, thank you. Bugs don’t bite Driders. But thank you.” She stumbled a little over her words. But you smiled and nodded. Getting up to return the spray back to your mother’s pack.

You caught Don’s gaze and he winked up at you. You gave him a smile in return before going back to your seat.

After dinner, the family talked some more. Dragging through the usual topics of school and work. Making jokes and reminiscing about their old trips. Don liked to tell his stories about their family hikes to anyone that would listen. And Amara seemed enthralled by the tales of their beach trips and the vacations to the big city.

You had the sense she was both being polite and amazed by how much this family traveled.

“We have to plan for our next trip.” Don then said. Smiling broadly at his newest daughter. “Where would you like to go? Anywhere in the country, you pick and we’ll plan it.”

The question seemed to catch Amara by surprise. Her eyes widened and her hands balled up into fists at the seams of her hoodie. She looked at the ground, thinking hard as she stammered an answer. But Emily placed a hand on one of her spiny knees and chuckled softly.

“You don’t need to answer right away, dear. You can think about it.”

Your mother’s words seemed to sooth Amara. And she nodded. Thanking them both again before falling silent and letting the conversation pass over to Axel. As he told the story of their trip to the zoo a few years ago.

You retreated to your tent not long after dinner. You knew the climb tomorrow would be hard, the rain would make the trails slippery. So you preferred to get some rest. And the rest of the family soon did the same. It wasn’t long till you heard Don’s very loud and obnoxious snoring from your parents tent. Even from your spot, it was like the rattle of an old car starting up.

Axel was fast asleep almost immediately. Though he didn’t snore as loudly as his father, you did have to slap him with your pillow once or twice to get him to roll onto his side.

Just as you started to slip into sleep, you heard a soft voice calling out to you. You rolled onto your stomach and crawled over to the tent’s zipper. Rolling it up so you could see Amara crouching just outside your tent. She clutched her sleeping bag and pillow in her arms. Looking sheepish, but very tired.

“Can I sleep in here? Don’s…Dad’s snoring is really loud.”

You chuckled quietly and nodded. Opening the zipper more so Amara could duck in. “Axel, move over. Amara needs space.” You hissed at the young Minotaur. Giving him a hefty shove when he only grunted. He grumbled but wriggled until he was basically squished up against the tent’s side. And you moved your bags so Amara had plenty of room in the center of the tent.

“Thank you.” She whispered. Throwing down her sleeping bag and crawling into it. “Sorry to wake you.”

“It's alright. I wasn’t asleep yet.” You assured her. You both settled in for the night, and again, as you felt sleep beginning to pull you under, Amara’s voice brought you to awareness.

“Thank you for being so nice to me.” She whispered. “I know, we’re family now. But…I don’t know. It’s just nice not having to worry about being…a spider…around you.”

It almost broke your heart to hear her say that. You rolled over so you were facing Amara. “Like you said, we’re family now. You don’t need to worry about me being…freaked out by you. Axel is the disgusting one. Promise.”

You heard Amara laugh.

“That fart he ripped in the car almost made me gag.” She whispered and it was your turn to laugh.

“Is that why you rolled down the window? I couldn’t smell anything, I thought you threw something out of the car.” Amara and you chuckled. And you heard your sister sigh.

“Were they like this with you?” She asked. “Our parents. I know they’re trying really hard to make me feel included. But I don’t know how to react a lot of the time.”

“They were.” You said. “And I was the same. I was much younger than you though, when I was adopted. But they try to make you feel as comfortable and included as possible. But sometimes it feels like they’re overwhelming you, right?” You heard Amara hum her agreement.

“I don’t want them to feel bad. But I get so…embarrassed. And then I start to panic…”

“I know. Dad used to make me cry sometimes with the amount of questions he used to ask.” You said with a laugh. “But they don’t mean too. And if you feel overwhelmed, let them know. They’ll understand. And they prefer it when we talk to them about our feelings. Keeps us all on the same page, you know? They don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Amara was quiet for a moment. And then her soft voice sounded stiff, like she was holding back tears. “I’ve never had anyone care like that before. It’s…It’s…”

“Nice, right?” You finished for her. “You’ll get a lot of that with them. Sometimes I think they care too much. You’ll be smothered silly living with them.”

Amara was quiet again. For much longer this time. And you started to think she had fallen asleep, when her voice whispered one last sentence.

“I’m glad to have you as my sibling.”

#monster family #family themes #adopted family #adopted monster family #camping #camping trip #monster #minotaur #drider #sfw #cute

[asterssunzephyr]

Today I come with a simple request: Surprise me!

Surprises you say? Hm, very well. I am quite invested in bringing Cosmogyral to Tumblr. Lets start with Ren & Shelby, yeah? ---- Ren & Shelby Grace, siblings raised in the facility. Ren's the older sibling and theres a lot of miscommunication between them post escaping the facility.

Ren thinks Shelby is working for the facility, Shelby thinks Ren is working for the facility. ---

"Youre my brother!.. You were my brother." "I still am your brother!" "Youre helping the people hurting us! Hunting us, hunting me and for fucks sake Ren, my kids!"

"What?! No Im not! I thought- Shelby I thought you were working for the facility!" "What?!" He starts laughing, and Shelby thinks her brother's gone crazy. She stayed in front of False and Oli, and Katherine too; a part of her wanted to protect the three of them. When Ren stopped laughing, the look in his eyes was knowing.

"Shelby, Im not working for the facility.. Guys, its okay. You can come out."

How Shelby hadnt noticed the other group of people prior to her and Ren brawling it out, was unbeknownst to her due to the heightened hearing and sight she normally possessed. She supposed Ren somehow blocked her senses even without him knowing.

"...Hello." "Hi?" "Ren, who-" "Shelby, these are my friends, and my kids. Lizzie, Joel, Tango and Martyn."

She looked at the two blonde children, and then back at her brother. She understood the look he had given her when he stopped laughing. The knowing look? It was because these people, these blonde kids, were his family too. These kids were like False and Oli to her, they were his kids, like False and Oli were her's. She understood him now, and he knew this.

"...Hello."

#zephs aus #empires smp #nature wives #Wolf siblings??? #adopted family #found family #cosmogyral au #falsesymmetry #oli orionsound #c!tangotek #characters only #shadowbeans

[captain-k8kat]

Feels like a lot of fandoms simply don't know the difference between found family and adopted family :/

#k8kat talks #found family #adopted family #genshin impact #i'm looking at you #tho there's others who are also guilty of this #found family are not literal family units #adopted families are #they are not the same #someone who knows more can probably go more indepth with this but im tired #that's all for kat's minor gripe of the day

[theanoninyourinbox]

Birthday Special!! Part 1!!

It’s my Birthday!! So have some old ocs I redesigned!

I literally dreamt the first versions of these up after doom scrolling @goatpaste MLP designs for hours before bed. So in the dream, years before the Canon appearance, Chrysalis kidnapped and pretended to be Fleur de Lis (she and Fancy Pants were obviously married in the dream), and using some magic and an unhatched changeling pod to make a convincing baby. Except unbeknownst to Chrysalis, Fleur couldn’t have a baby, so after the announcement a suspicious Pants follows “Fleur” and rescues his wife and the changeling larva from…the hideyhole? It was definitely A Place. But anyway they get away and Celestia drops in but Bug Queen is gone. Fleur and Fancy adopt the little shapeshifter and call him Princely Price, because they wanted kids but that was An Ordeal. Price keeps disguised in public so only his family, the staff, and the Alicorn Sisters know about his True form. Later on they adopt two girls (no idea why Gears is scarred she just Was), and one day Gears is out in the woods and a Green and Purple Bug Horse is chasing children so she bucks them in the face and oh hey! Baby Bug! It turns out little Candle’s stepmom had a baby, but when Candle tells him how much she loves her new brother, he turns into a Bug and her stepmom splits. Her family wants to Stomp Beetle, so she bolts into the woods. The two have been hiding for at least a year. Fleur and Fancy want to adopt the pair badly. When the Main Girl Squad show up at the FleurFancy house with Thorax and Pharynx, Pharynx and Gears almost immediately get into a verbal brawl, and it takes Celestia descending to break it up. Thorax insists a hybrid needs to be kept with Changelings, we don’t know how that biology works! How do we know they’ll produce enough love and affection to feed on?! And the Price goes Buck It and drops the illusion, oh they did fine with me, no biggie. Chaos ensues, and one more Celestia breaks it up. It ended rather abruptly there, but I’ll say that Fleur and Fancy successfully adopt Candle and Beetle, and Price gets to go around bugged out and in peace. Pharynx and Gears still fight. Wheat keeps getting orphans adopted with cute pictures.

#My art #mlp #my little pony #oc #ocs #my ocs #earth pony #unicorn #changeling #hybrid #adopted family

[sulphuryasecretcloset]

Brutally honest

#the mandalorian his son and the storm trooper #Paz Vizla #Liita #family #siblings #adopted family #I made a thing #someone PLEASE take the internet away from me

[more-than-stranger-things]

Chaotic Adopted Siblings || Eddie Munson and Max Mayfield || 🛹 🎸

#max mayfield #eddie munson #adopted siblings #adopted family #stranger things

[row-boats3]

Welcome Home, Son chapter four is posted! Five is on its way, but i really want to get it right, so it may be a while before it’s up.

#encanto #ao3 author #camilo madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa madrigal #agustin madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #mirabel madrigal #julieta madrigal #adopted family #Camilo-centric

[notafanbut]

Some thoughts:

They have (forcibly) adopted him. He doesn't stand a chance 🤣.

He's like a cat, all standoffish and aloof, but watching, always watching, and inching a paw ever closer.....

He doesn't know how to accept kindness and care. It is almost too much for him so he grumbles and complains....

But his backstory is so painful....and his shell is wafer thin waiting to break....

#if you wish upon me #found family #adopted family

[girlneuter]

there r ppl I’ve considered mutuals for like two months and I’m just now seeing i don’t follow some of them. sometimes you’re mutuals without being mutuals. kind of like family

#oi #adopted family

[kasienda]

Not Part of the Plan: Ch 4 - You’re Family Now

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Read on Ao3

Chapter 4: You’re Family Now

 Adrien can’t remember ever being this happy in all seventeen years of his life.

 And it feels wrong that he’s so happy given the circumstances, but the last two days he’s been able to just turn his head, and his lady is right there. Every time she catches him staring, she beams back and his smiles only grow.

 She’s so gorgeous and brilliant, and he absolutely cannot believe that she’s his girlfriend.

 He has no idea how he’s this lucky.

 And he feels so guilty. He shouldn’t be happy right now. Marinette was definitely less stressed about being pregnant than she had been two days ago, but it was still a huge deal. A risk to both her future and her life. And he couldn’t help but feel it was entirely his fault.

 (Had Adrien stayed up too late researching all aspects of pregnancy including anything and everything that could go wrong? Yes. Yes he had).

 He hadn’t intended to freak himself out and he certainly didn’t want to scare Marinette. He had only wanted to better understand what she was going through.

 He’s also terrified of becoming a father. He doesn’t feel remotely ready to be a parent. He’s not confident he even knows what being a good father means or looks like.

 Then there was his own father to worry about. Adrien doesn’t know exactly how his father will respond to the situation, but he knows it’s not going to be good.

 But the second he’s sitting next to her - his fingers intertwined with hers, her blue eyes smiling at him - his fears fade away to nothing.

 If she needs or wants him to become a father at seventeen, he will. He will face anything for her and he likes to think she already knows that.

 But even her presence is not enough to make the smallest dent in his guilt.

 The guilt never fades away. Because whether Marinette wants to keep the pregnancy or not, he’s low-key certain he’s ruined her life.

 And it’s not just that she’s pregnant. It’s that she’s pregnant by      him    . If they go public, he knows she’s going to receive an insane amount of hate and harassment from fans who are angry that’s she’s “stolen” him away. Others will accuse her of being a gold digger. Would she even be able to break into the fashion world without rumors of favoritism and sleeping her way to the top following her wherever she went?

 But she hadn’t known who he was when they started dating. It’s not like she could have known she was risking her career by being with him, and he hadn’t known who she was so he hadn’t known she was interested in the industry.

 It was such a mess.

 And now he has to face her parents, who are definitely the nicest parents he has ever encountered. But he can’t help but feel they will still be angry with him. They      should     be angry with him.

 He’s angry with himself.

 Her fingers curl around his. “Hey,” she whispers, “you okay?”

 His lips stretch into another smile. He’s been smiling so much, it almost hurts. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?”

 “You’ve already asked me that question. Several times. I want to know how      you     are.”

 “I’m really happy,” he tells her honestly.

 Her expression softens. “Me too,” she whispers.

 His eyebrows rise. “Really? Even though…” he trails off, suddenly aware that there’s dozens of other students around them as is usual during the study period.

 She squeezed his hand. “I was always going to be happy to know you. Everything else doesn’t matter.”

 “It doesn’t matter?” he repeats.

 She huffs. “I mean, it      matters    , but it doesn’t change how I feel about knowing you or being with you.”

 His thumb traces over the back of her fingers, and he really really wishes they weren’t still in class because he really wants to kiss her and he wants to kiss her right now.

 Her cheeks blush, and she turns back to her notebook. He’s amazed that she’s been able to focus at all. He certainly hasn’t been. He stopped trying to even pretend he was doing anything academic twenty minutes prior.

 “Maman and Papa are so excited to have you over.”

 He manages to remain seemingly calm at her new choice in subject, but only because he has years of training in body awareness and control.

 “Though Papa is a little disappointed that he’s missed out on a whole eleven months of embarrassing me.”

 Great. Another reason for her father to dislike him.

 “Oh my god! You’re nervous!”

 He starts. He      is    stupidly nervous about meeting her parents, but he’s trying so hard not to let her know how stressed out he is by all of this. She has enough on her own plate due to his irresponsible actions to spend any of her energy trying to soothe his nerves.

 Especially when they are this stupid. He’s faced death dozens of times for her. Surely, he can manage a family meal.

 “Why is that surprising?” he asks. “The last time I came over as your potential boyfriend for a meal with your super ecstatic family, your father was akumatized.”

 “You rejected me,” she points out flatly.

 He nods. “This time, I got you pregnant.”

 She presses her forehead to his. “Adrien, last time, you “broke” my heart. This time, you’re the boy who has saved my life on multiple occasions and declared quite openly that you love me and will support me. This is going to be different.”

 He swallows. “Okay.”

 “I promise they already love you.”

 He makes himself nod.

 She pouts at him, clearly irritated that he doesn’t seem to believe her.

 It’s adorable.

 He laughs and then kisses her knuckles. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I don’t think you can talk me out of being nervous.”

 “Fiiine. But know that I’ll be there to protect you the whole time.”

 He smiles again. His mouth definitely hurts now. He can’t bring himself to care. “Thank you, M’lady.”

 He loves her so much.

 …

 “Mrs. Cheng, this all looks amazing,” Adrien says, glancing between the four main dishes set out before him, family style. There’s a chicken dish with baby bok choy, a steamed fish in a light brown sauce, something he absolutely does not recognize, but smells amazing, and a vegetable medley mixed with a red meat - probably beef.

 He seems to be seated as the guest of honor, and that’s so incomprehensible to him he wonders if he’s misremembering the tradition, but the dishes are definitely placed to be most easily accessible to him more than anyone else seated at the table.

 “Please Adrien, call me Sabine,” she says, her face seems only open and warm, but Adrien cannot bring himself to believe it any more than he can bring himself to call Marinette’s parents by their given names. “And thank you. I hope you enjoy it.”

 “I have no doubt that I will,” he says, taking up the pair of chopsticks lying beside a blue and white ceramic rice bowl.

 He freezes, realizing that no one else has picked up their utensils.

 But Marinette smiles. “You’re supposed to eat first,” she explains. “As the guest, you’re supposed to get to choose the best bits. I recommend the fish’s cheeks!”

 “Shouldn’t you get the best bits?” he asks, “since you’re growing a… umm… person?”

 He winces at his own lack of finesse with the topic. He knows her parents are already aware of the situation, but he feels like an idiot anyway.

 But Marinette giggles and shakes her head. “Not today,” she says. “Every other day you can dote on me, but today you get to be my guest.” She grasps his hand under the table. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

 His chest feels warm at the admission. He nods because he can’t speak with his throat suddenly closed off.

 He’s very aware of all three smiling faces looking at him expectantly as he dives into the fish to follow Marinette’s suggestion.

 It’s really good. Moist and flaky with a hint of ginger and soy.

 “This is      amazing    ,” he says.

 Sabine smiles again, and everyone begins to eat. Tom and Sabine ask Marinette and him about school that day and the conversation naturally flows. It’s amazing to Adrien how warm and welcoming it feels - just like the first time Adrien was over to practice playing video games with Marinette. Even though he and Marinette have lied, snuck around for almost a year, and now they’ve gotten pregnant.

 And despite that, they’re      still    so incredibly kind and it doesn’t make      sense.    Adrien is participating in the conversation- he has a lot of practice being polite and charming, but his shoulders are tight and he can’t relax no matter how many reassuring squeezes Marinette sends him.

 She gags at his side and then spits out a chewed up piece of chicken into her napkin.

 “Are you alright?” he asks.

 “Something wrong with the chicken?” Sabine asks in the same beat.

 “I’m fine,” Marinette insists. “I think I just ate too big a bite. The chicken is delicious, maman. As always.”

 But when Marinette tries to take another smaller bite, the same thing happens.

 “I’m sorry,” Marinette says. “I can tell that it’s really good. I just can’t eat it. I don’t understand it.”

 Sabine smiles. “It’s quite alright, dear. It’s a pregnancy thing. You may find there’s quite a few foods you normally like that you don’t like now, and vice versa. Try the vegetables.”

 Marinette pouts. “But this one is my favorite!”

 “And it will be again,” her mother promises with a gentle smile.

 “Was there something you couldn’t eat when you were pregnant?”

 “I hated all things sweet.”

 “What?!” Marinette gasps.

 Tom nods. “It was terrible. She didn’t want any of the pastries ever. Some days she couldn’t even handle being in the bakery at all.”

 “That must have made running the bakery more difficult,” Adrien says.

 Tom smiles. “Well, she just took over the business side of things.

 “But maman’s always done the business side,” Marinette says.

 Tom laughs. “Because we discovered she’s way better at it. Business totally took off, and that was great because we had more money for all the things you needed as a baby, and we were able to hire an extra hand or two when things were crazy right after you were born. But it was hard because I didn’t have as much time to spend with you as a baby. And I really wanted to be more involved.”

 Adrien grips his chopsticks harder. Would he be able to be there for a baby? He wanted to be involved, but he and Marinette were still minors, and sure, they wouldn’t be for long. But they didn’t live together and he wasn’t sure they’d be able to live together, especially if his father cut off all his resources.

 Tom’s face lights up. “You were such a cute baby!”

 Marinette’s face turns a delightful shade of pink, and her smile is fond.

 But Adrien is still tense. He needs to move, to pace back and forth, but he has to keep sitting there. His leg - the one further from Marinette - is bouncing rapidly under the table, but he thinks no one’s noticed.

 “The bok choy is amazing,” she comments, clearly trying to change the subject.

 “I can tell,” Sabine says. “That’s your third helping.”

 “I’d better bring out dessert before you fill up.” Tom rises to his feet and pulls a heart-shaped cake from the fridge and brings it to the table. He’s clearly excited.

 But Adrien is having flashbacks.

 “Papa!” Marinette objects. “You promised you wouldn’t make a big deal out of this!” She’s gripping his leg hard, and he’s grateful for the distraction.

 “And I didn’t!” Tom defends. “This is a tiny little cake! The size of a child’s birthday cake. Not a big deal at all! But I am so happy that you’re both happy together!”

 Tom was      happy?  

 “And you have an anniversary coming up when I didn’t even know that you had a boyfriend,” Tom complains. “I need to do      something     to make up for lost time.”

 Marinette’s head falls to the table with a thunk and a groan. Adrien can’t help but laugh, his nerves finally easing at least a little. This time he rubs Marinette’s shoulder.

 “It’s okay,” he murmurs to her. “Let him have his fun. I’d love to celebrate us being together if you do, too?”

 She rolled her head to look at him. “Of course I want to celebrate us!” she squeaked. “I love you!”

 “I love you, too,” he says, smiley softly at her.

 A flash goes off and Adrien blinks to see a beaming Tom holding up an old style camera. “Don’t mind me. Pretend I’m not here. Please keep being cute.”

 Adrien’s face was the one on fire this time. You’d think he’d be used to being photographed under any and all circumstances, but a shoot was different. At a shoot, Adrien was putting on a show. It wasn’t real.

 Tom was taking pictures of Adrien without any masks on.

 And he really really wanted a copy of that picture.

 Could he ask for that?

 Tom puts the camera down and begins to slice the cake into pieces.

 He hands the first slice on a plate to Adrien.

 “Thanks, Mr Dupain.”

 Time lowers the knife and frowns. “Son, it’s      Tom    . You’re family now.”

 What?! He was      family?  

 Adrien focuses on the slice of cake in front of him, unable to make eye contact. “That’s very kind of you to say, but you don’t have to say that just because I got Marinette pregnant.”

 “That’s not why I said it,” Tom says.

 “Adrien,” Sabine cuts in, “you’re family because Marinette loves you and you love her. Not because of the pregnancy.”

 Adrien is not reassured by their words. They’re too nice and understanding. And it’s just hard to breathe.

 He had been prepared for anger. He had thought they might be kind in front of Marinette, but pull him aside to make their disappointment clear. He had thought they would hold him responsible for putting their daughter in a bad situation.

 He’s shaking, and he’s so embarrassed, but he can’t stop. Why can’t he keep it together when they’re being so kind?

 “Chaton?” Marinette is still there, holding his hand, but he shakes his head. If he looks at her he’s going to start crying, and he really wants to get through this dinner without embarrassing her.

 “Adrien, you can relax,” Sabine says. “No one here is angry with you or going to hurt you. You’re really a part of this family now if you want to be, but if that’s too much for you, we can back off.”

 He looks up at Marinette’s mother who face only holds patient concern. “But      why     aren’t you angry?” The question erupts out of him like a geyser going off.

 “Angry about what?” Sabine asks.

 “That we got pregnant?! Doesn’t that mean we had to have been irresponsible or something?” It’s what his father will say, Adrien is certain.

 “Marinette says you were careful,” Tom points out.

 Adrien shakes his head and digs the fingers Marinette is not holding into his thigh. “But we must have done something wrong.”

 Sabine nods. “Maybe. Maybe you did make a mistake, maybe you didn’t. But if you did, it seems like it was an honest one.”

 “But aren’t you mad that we had sex at all?”

 Tom considers him for a moment. “Adrien, did you do anything to or with my daughter that she objected to – that she indicated at any time she didn’t want?”

 Adrien’s neck and ears are burning. “Uh… I don’t think so?”

 Marinette rapidly shakes her head.

 “So what exactly am I supposed to be mad about?” Tom asks.

 Was it really that simple?

 “We’re not envious of the situation you’re in,” Sabine says. “It’s not easy. Tom and I talked,” and she reached out and took his hand. “And we’re agreed that we don’t want to make anything about that situation more stressful.”

 Tom nods in agreement. “And in the meantime, you’ve become very important to our daughter. And for      that     reason, we would like to know you better.”

 Adrien nods, his eyes are burning with threatened tears, but he is able to blink them back.

 “Adrien, have you told your father about the pregnancy?” Sabine asks, her tone shifting to one of concern.

 Adrien looks down. “Umm… no.”

 “Are you worried he won’t react well?” Sabine asks.

 “Oh, he definitely won’t,” Adrien says.

 Tom and Sabine share a troubled look. Adrien immediately regrets the admission. He keeps promising Marinette he’ll be able to support her. But if his father doesn’t support him, he’s not sure how much help he’ll be able to give other than his own presence.

 Her parents know that now.

 Tom clears his throat. “Do you think he will disown you over this?”

 Adrien shrugs like it doesn’t matter. It definitely matters, but Adrien has so much practice pretending things are fine that it’s easy to push down his feelings. “The thought has crossed my mind,” Adrien admits because he can’t lie - not to Marientte, or to her parents - when they directly ask.

 Marinette gasps. “I figured he’d be pissed, but you think he’d disown you?” Her eyes are wide. “Why didn’t you tell me you were worried about that?”

 “You have enough to worry about without me adding anything to that.”

 She shakes her head, and takes his hand firmly in her own. “No! You can’t do that. We’re in this      together    ! The amazing stuff      and     the hard stuff, okay?” She grabs his hand and he can’t help but squeeze back, smiling softly.

 “Okay,” he agrees. He loves her so much.

 He hopes she knows that.

 Tom clears his throat, and they turn back to him.

 “My father disowned me,” Tom says, “because I chose to marry an Asian woman against his wishes.”

 Adrien’s eyes widen.      What?!  

 “I swore then and there that when any child of mine came home with their love, I would accept them with open arms no matter the circumstances.”

 Adrien’s throat is closing off. Was      that     why they were being so nice to him despite everything?

 Tom heaves a huge sigh. “I wish I could say it will be fine when you talk to your father—“

 Adrien swallows, trying to urge the brick away.

 “—but that might not be how it goes, so I want you to know, Sabine and I meant what we said. You      are    a part of      this    family. You will always be welcome here. You will always be loved.”

 Adrien loses the battle against his tears.

 “Oh honey,” Sabine coos.

 Marinette has her arms around him in less than a second. She rocks and hushes him, which only makes him cry harder.

 “Th-thank you,” he chokes out. “I… just thank you. I don’t deserve—“

 “You do!” Tom interrupts forcefully. “You deserve to have a family and a home. You deserve people in your life who love you unconditionally.”

 Adrien makes himself nod. He’s not sure he believes it, but he wants to.

 “If your own family can’t do that for you, we will,” Marinette whispers to him.

 He clings to her harder as his tears continue to flow.

 He wants it so badly, it hurts.

 …

#miraculous ladybug #fan fiction #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #teen pregnancy #unplanned pregnancy #sex positive #body autonomy #supportive parents #adopted family #not part of the plan #my own content

[crystarium-cafe]

“I could always smuggle you in,” Tei offered with a mischievous grin.

G’raha hid his laugh behind a cough, and even Sapphire snorted in amusement. With a long suffering sigh for her daughter’s antics, Rella turned to soothe the startled boy.

“We shan’t be doing any such thing.” She gave the children a warm smile. “I should think that a letter to your friends would be most welcome.”

Tei leaned over and stage whispered to her husband, “my idea was more fun.”

Next to them Sapphire chuckled as he watched the Saint of Nymeia stride towards them. “No doubt.” He grinned at them, “I, for one, would have found it quite fun.”

G’raha looped his arm around Tei’s waist and rested his head on her shoulder as they listened to the Saint and Rella help young Tenny find a way to celebrate Starlight with the friends he had to leave behind. Silently he took in the festive scene before him, happiness suffusing him. To have their small family together again gave him a joy he could not describe.

Sensing her husband’s mood, Tei turned and planted a kiss to his head, squeezing him tight, before being dragged into the machinations of the Saint of Nymeia, and her mother.

Around them twinkled the lights of Gridania, and soft, fat flakes of snow gently drifted down. On the air came the scents of fresh baking and various spices. G’raha inhaled deeply, trying to capture every sight, sound, and sensory moment in his memory.

Happy Starlight, indeed.

#ffxiv #tei yumi #g'raha tia #g'raha/wol #g'raha x wol #adopted family #rella yume #sapphire ellair #ffxiv fanfiction #unbeta'd #my wiritng #drabble #ffxiv starlight

[yesokayiknow]

i feel like it'll help non brits to know that davina mccall irl presents a show where she connects adopted people with their bio families btw

#doctor who spoilers #doctor who #lmao #it's called long lost family and it's made me sob every time i've seen it #making a psa since my non brit friends weren't aware and were like why the hell is she there #also it isn't just adopted ppl it's families who got seperated in some way