ahhh my beloved orphans au! originally came up with as a possibility for Secret Santa this last December but ultimately decided it would be too big a project to justice at the moment... I do wanna write it but only when I have finished a few ongoing WIPs and can focus on it!
so it's a canon-divergence different first meeting AU. it's gonna build on Cassian's Festian backstory because it's easier and makes more sense for this, and I can just come up with what I want. so basically he's orphaned around six and ends up in an orphanage where Jyn also eventually ends up as well a few years later. I imagined that she and Lyra may have escaped Lah'mu together so Saw was never in the picture, but then Lyra ends up unexpectedly passing away, and that's how Jyn ends up in the orphanage. and of course Jyn is small and a girl so the other older boys try to pick on her and Cassian comes to her defense (oh I also imagined them to be around the same age for this, maybe around 10?) only to be surprised when Jyn like... viciously bites one of the boys and ends up making him cry. so Jyn's immediately in trouble, and by extension Cassian too, but he's very impressed by her and they become fast friends and grow up together. so it's kind of like a slowburn friends to lovers set in the orphanage where they grow up, and then eventually end up in the rebellion.
in the Orphan au Ilia is the baby which I'm sure she gets teased about all the time. but what happens to racists that try to bully her like you a Teacher a second year and 4 first years after your ass.
"Winchester."
Cardin froze, the voice calling to him chilled him to the bone, wrapping it's veiny tendrils around the marrow and squeezing.
"Ye...yes Professor Arc?"
Behind him, he could feel her very presence, the heat permeating off of her very soul.
If looks could kill, he would have been smouldering ash at this point.
"What are you doing to Ms. Arc?"
Though Ilia didn't need assistance, she was still prone to bullying, verbal or physical due to her age and race.
"N...nothing! We were just having a good ol time! As friends!"
"Cardin was trying to harass me again, like making fun of the way my skin feels is going to bother me. Jaune likes it." Those last words were spoken at a whisper so no one else could hear it.
"I see... Winchester, CRDL, to my office... now. It seems detention isn't the right course of action for you repeat offenders."
They could neither argue, nor try to fight back, the very hairs on their arms practically sparking as Cinder forced them forward.
A Sanders Sides FamILY Christmas, Or Whatever- Part 1
Christmas Is My Favorite
Roman and Patton are excited for Christmas, but Virgil and Logan aren’t so sold on the idea of getting started already. After all, it was only November 1st.
Set in The World We’re Gonna Make Verse. This is the first of several Christmas Themed Fics I have planned to write for the verse. Can be read as a stand-alone, or along with the other fics you can find here. Read it on ao3.
Warnings: Christmas, Sympathetic Deceit
The first thing Virgil was aware of when he woke up the first day of November was just how cold, and by extension empty, the bed was. Unsurprisingly he was the last one awake, as per usual, although usually, Roman slept in long enough he was still hanging around by the time Virgil woke up. They all knew how cold Virgil got when he was left alone, it was one of the reasons he still refused to sleep in his own bed even now when the nightmares came far and few in between. Worse, Virgil realized when he sat up and looked at the clock beside Patton’s bed, it was hardly 9 in the morning. Far too early to be awake on a Saturday, especially the night after Halloween.
‘It was outrageous’, Virgil thought to himself, pulling his hoodie closer around him as he finally got out of bed, shivering slightly in the change of temperature. God he hated waking up cold. It was going to take forever to warm up, and until he did someone was going to have to deal with him clinging to their side and taking their heat. Preferable Logan, or Roman, both of them were like heaters. As good of a cuddler as Patton was, he was also just as cold as Virgil typically was, so it wasn’t a good way for either of them to warm up.
“Ah, good morning Virgil.” Logan greeted, looking up from his book as Virgil trudged into the room, eyes only half open. Virgil didn’t respond verbally, but he did walk over a take a seat next to Logan, burrowing into his side in an attempt to gain some warmth. Logan chuckled, shifting to wrap one of his arms around the younger boy and moving his book to rest on the arm of the couch. “You’re up early.”
“Cold,” Virgil said as a way of explanation, a small smile crossing his face as he snuggled closer to Logan’s warmth. “Even Ro was up already.”
“Yes, well that is because he and Patton have been busy since early this morning,” Logan replied, rolling his eyes as glanced towards the kitchen, where the duo had disappeared half an hour ago. “I do not know exactly what they are up to, but I imagine it cannot be anything good.”
“Hmm, where’s Dee at?” Virgil asked, turning his head so that his voice wasn’t so muffled and Logan could understand him better. “Did he go home already?”
“If you mean has his nanny called asking where he was yet, the answer is no,” Logan said, bitterness creeping into his tone, and Virgil couldn’t stop himself from laughing softly as Logan’s protective mother instincts kicked in. It wasn’t a secret that Logan hated Dee’s family situation, and given the chance they were all fairly sure the 12-year-old would gladly fight Dee’s parents. If they were ever actually around, that was. “I doubt she’s even noticed he hasn’t come home yet.”
Logan wasn’t exactly a fan of Dee’s nanny either. Dee wasn’t either, which was why he had resisted going home last night after they returned from trick-or-treating, going as far as to hide himself in the bathtub (where he wound up, in turn, falling asleep) when Thomas went to take Remy and Emile home so that he wouldn’t have to go as well.
“Dee prefers it that way.” Virgil pointed out, thinking of all the times they had found the younger boy alone around town, and how much happier he was that way.
“Regardless of what he prefers, it is irresponsible,” Logan muttered, and Virgil hummed in agreement, not wanting to push the topic any further. Silence fell over them for a minute, until Logan remembered the question Virgil had asked. “Dee got up with Patton and Roman this morning to help in their escapades, but he too apparently got cold before long so found a patch of sun to fall asleep in.”
Virgil snorted softly. “Are we sure he isn’t part snake?”
“That is biologically impossible Virgil. How on earth would Dee be part snake?” Logan asked, genuine confusion slipping into his voice, and Virgil bit back a sigh as rolled over so he was facing Logan.
“It... it was a joke, Lo,” Virgil said, rolling his eyes at the older boy. “You really take everything I say too seriously.”
“Ah, forgive me, Virgil,” Logan replied, smiling apologetically at Virgil, who waved it off his eyes already closed again. Silence fell over them for a few minutes and Virgil began to drift off back to sleep, but just before he was able to, Patton and Roman came into the room dragging several boxes overflowing with decorations, which they dragged to the middle of living leaving a trail of noise and mess behind them.
“What on earth are you two doing?” Logan asked, raising his voice slightly to get their attention, scaring Patton who dropped his box and in turn startled Virgil, who sat up so quickly for a moment Logan was afraid he was about to sprint from the room.
“What does it look like we’re doing, Sherlock?” The sound of Roman’s voice was enough to bring Virgil back from the edge of his panic, although an annoyed scowl fell on his face as he leaned against Logan still tired but no longer able to sleep.
“We’re decorating for Christmas!” Patton exclaimed, pulling out a handful of garland from one of the boxes, smiling brightly as he held it up for Logan and Virgil to see. “We decided to start with the living room cause that’s the first thing you see, but we’re going to do the whole house if we have enough stuff.”
“It’s November 1st,” Logan said slowly, looking between the two boys with a small frown. “Yesterday was Halloween. Christmas is still another two months almost.”
“Which is exactly why we have to start decorating now!” Roman grinned, bouncing on the heels of his feet as he looked around the room, eyes wide with the vision he and Pat had come up with. “We’re already behind! My mom would start decorating as soon as the clock struck midnight, and we’re well past that by now.”
“Roman’s got a bunch of plans on how to make this the best Christmas ever,” Patton said to Logan, smiling at the younger boy who was now slowly unpacking the box he had drug in. “Isn’t it exciting Lo? It’s our first real Christmas. Our first one as a complete family!”
“I still do not understand why the two of you feel the need to start now,” Logan said, his eyebrows creasing slightly as he tried to understand the logic behind the pair's actions. “I mean, do you really need this long to celebrate Christmas?”
“I agree with Lo,” Virgil muttered from where he sat pressed against the older boy’s side, completely curled in on himself and chewing on his lip as he watched the decorations slowly begin to spread out on the floor. “What’s so fucking great about Christmas you need to celebrate it for this long anyway?”
“What’s so great?” Roman gasped loudly, dropping the wad of lights he had pulled out back into the box in shock as he turned towards Virgil, eyes wide in disbelief. “What’s so great?”
“That’s what I asked, yeah,” Virgil said, rolling his eyes at Roman’s dramatics. “It’s just a stupid cash holiday.”
“How dare-“ Roman scoffed, clearly offended by Virgil’s thoughts against Christmas, but before he could finish his sentence Patton was starting to sing.
“I can't believe the time is here. To deck the halls and spread some cheer!”
Roman grinned brightly, joining him as they continued
“It is our favorite season. Though we can't place the reason. Christmas is our favorite time of year!”
“Okay, you just kinda stated stuff we already knew.” Virgil deadpanned, sharing a look with Logan who had equally not entirely bought into the idea the pair were selling
“Yeah, we get that you like Christmas, but what is it about Christmas that you like?” Logan asked, prodding for a deeper answer which Roman seemed more than happy to answer
“Hoho! I'll tell you! We'll wrap our presents good and tight. And shower Christmas trees with lights.” Roman sang, wrapping a strand of lighted garland around Virgil and Logan as he sang, scrambling to plug it in. Patton laughed as the pair sudden burst into light before singing
“Oh, yuletide carols we shall sing. Though I'm not sure what "yuletide" means. But Christmas is my favorite silent night!”
Unamused, Logan removed the lights from around him and Virgil before standing up, brushing off a few loose needles that had fallen on his shoulders before asking the pair “So, you're about the decorations hanging everywhere?”
“Don't sing.” Virgil scowled, curling in on himself more now that he was alone and still very cold.
“The couples under mistletoe, And snowflakes in the air?” Logan continued, ignoring Virgil’s interruption, although he did send the younger boy an apologetic smile.
“Lo, please,” Virgil pleaded, needing at least one person on his side against the onslaught of Christmas the two were trying to drown them in.
“The Christmas morning presents That you open with excitement and delight! So am I right?” Logan finished, looking sure that he had gotten the right answer.
“Not quite,” Roman said a slight frown on his face that made Logan respond in shock
“What?!”
“I love the bells on Santa's sleigh” Roman explained, sitting next to Virgil and throwing an arm around his brother as he sang “And all the reindeer games to pla-a-ay”
“Get to the point before I vomit.” Virgil pushed Roman away from him, his scowl deepening as the youngest cheer never seemed to fade despite Virgil’s attempts to dim the mood.
“I can't just put my finger on it. But Christmas is my favorite holiday!” Roman finished, laying his head on Virgil’s shoulder and wrapping his arms around his stomach, knowing that Virgil could never resist a hug while cold, even if he was upset with the others. “I know my reasonings unclear”
“But I’m still smiling ear to ear!” Patton took over, wrapping Logan in a hug of his own, catching the oldest off guard who could only frown as Patton continued to sing. “Call me "Saint Nick" 'Cause I'll keep giving So long as I can keep reliving!”
“Christmas is our favorite time–” Roman joined in for the last few lines, harmonizing perfectly with Patton as they finished “Don't ask about reason or rhyme. Just know that it’s our favorite time of year!”
“That… was not exactly an answer to the question either one of us asked,” Logan frowned, looking around the room at just how much stuff Patton and Roman had managed to drag out in the short time since they have arrived. “Does Thomas even know that the two of you have all of this planned?”
“You could say that.” Patton grinned mischievously, sharing a look with Roman that had Virgil narrowing his eyes at the pair. Before he had a chance to ask what they were up to though, Thomas burst into the room carrying a box of his own, singing
“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Everywhere you go.” Thomas set the box down on the floor, smiling at the four boys when he noticed them gathered there. “Good morning kiddos. Logan, Virgil, are you two going to help us decorate for Christmas?”
“Not you too,” Virgil groaned, burying his face in Roman’s hair despite the younger boy’s protest that he would mess it up. “Why is everyone in this house so in love with this stupid holiday?”
“Sorry kiddo, it’s Sanders family tradition,” Thomas chuckled, ruffling Virgil’s hair affectionately and eliciting a hiss from Virgil in response that had him quickly pulling his hand away. “We always go all out for Christmas. And that includes starting the day after Halloween ends.”
“I still think it is far too early to be practical,” Logan said, a slight frown on his face and for a moment Virgil felt hope flutter in his chest that Logan was still on his side about this being a stupid idea.
“However, if it makes Roman and Patton happy, I am more than willing to participate in this decorating. It will go much faster if we all work together, and once it is done we will be able to move on.”
Virgil’s scowl returned to his face as he pushed Roman away from him again, climbing off the couch with the full intent of returning to bed when Patton grabbed his arm, looking confused and a little concerned “Virge? Don’t you want to help us decorate kiddo?”
“It’s too cold to decorate, I’m going back to bed,” Virgil mumbled, pulling his arm free and heading out of the living room before the others could stop him. There was no way in hell he was going to help decorate for some stupid dumb holiday like Christmas, that was for sure.
“Have I missed something?” Thomas asked, staring after where Virgil disappeared for a moment before turning to the trio of kids left. “Is there something going on with Virgil?”
“He complained when he first woke about being left alone in bed cold,” Logan said, knitting his eyebrows together as he tried to figure out if there were any other signs of something being wrong.
“Maybe it’s just a bad day?” Patton suggested, looking just as lost as Thomas and Logan. “That happens sometimes.”
“Maybe…” Thomas agreed, not looking entirely convinced, but also not having another answer. “He might also just need some more sleep, he isn’t usually up this early.”
Roman who had remained silent up until now stood up, drawing attention to himself as he went to follow Virgil’s footsteps.
“Ro, where are you going?” Patton asked the youngest of the group, causing Roman to stop and turn to face them with a sad look on his face.
“I think I know why Virge is upset,” Roman explained, his voice a little softer than normal, but he was determined as he added, “So I’m gonna fix it.”
“Roman I’m not sure-” Logan started in an attempt to stop Roman before he could make things worse, but Roman simply ignored him and marched out of the room to find Virgil.
Silence fell over the remaining three in the living room, until after a few minutes Patton finally asked: “So should we start decorating without them?”
“Maybe you and Lo can go bake some cookies instead while we wait,” Thomas suggested, smiling gently down at the pair to hide the worry still clear in his eyes. “Ro was so excited to decorate, I don’t think it’s fair to start without him.”
“Perhaps we could make Virgil’s favorite cookies in order to cheer him up,” Logan added, and instantly Patton’s face lit up at the idea, and he grabbed Logan’s hand excitedly, dragging him towards the kitchen.
Thomas watched them go still smiling, but the second they disappeared from the room it fell into a frown. Something was going on with Virgil, something only Roman seemed to have the slightest clue about, and Thomas had no idea how to help except to sit around and wait for the two to return and see if things were okay. He wished that there was more he could do, but after months of taking care of the boys Thomas knew that pushing for an answer only ever made things worse.
So he just had to wait, and hope, and pray that everything would be okay and that Roman would be able to help Virgil with whatever problem he was dealing with. And until then, he should probably make sure that Logan and Patton didn’t get into too much trouble in the kitchen.
Orphan robins au where Bruce ends up adopting all the boy's at once at young ages. All of their parent's death somehow have to do with the gang that killed Dick's parents. Damian is the exception where he was kidnapped as a child from Talia and somehow slipped through the kidnapper's grasps going off the map and now living with Dick and the others. They don't trust adults let alone Bruce at first but then warm up to him with Bruce waking up to find them all bundled up in his bed one night.
I think Dick would be the most untrustworthy, in his protectiveness of the others. But once they trust Bruce they TRUST HIM with the clingyness of 400 kittens. Bruce’s heart soars every time he turns around and they’re all just. There.
He probably tries to bundle them all into his arms at the same time, like a true giddy dad. Cries when he finds them all bundled up sleeping together. What cute babies he adopted awwww.
This is really short ugh XC it could use a lot of detail, but I have a cold and am very tired. I hope you all enjoy. More orphan babies! :D
“It’s important you learn to do this yourself.” Although he knew he was trying to be nice, Hannibal’s words somehow hurt Will’s young little heart. He wanted Hannibal to do it. He wanted Hannibal to take care of him. The older boy had to remind him sometimes that he wasn’t his parent. That they were friends. Will cried those nights after Hannibal would tell him these things, and make him feel so very alone. He knew it was true though. Hannibal couldn’t be his daddy or mommy. Just his friend, and sometimes Will would have to do things by himself. He hated to speak, unable to overcome a speech impediment that made his R’s come out wrong. A lot of the ladies at the orphanage reprimanded him for it, but didn’t do much to help him. Hannibal did his best, but they were busy now that it was fall, and the apple orchards were in full swing. He was tired and hungry a lot lately, which made him more snappy. More painfully aware of everyone else’s pain.
“I’ll be standing right here.” Hannibal reassured, and Will felt a lot better from that. He then took brave steps, even if they were small. He approached one of the women sewing nearby, his blanket clutched tight in his hold. White knuckle tight.
“Excuse me…” his voice was soft, and it wasn’t heard over all the other noises and voices around them in the large food hall. “Excuse me!” He yelled then, and his blue eyes went wide. The woman’s head snapped up, her eyes wide. “Sowwy! I’m sowwy!” he cried out then, and his blanket covered his mouth.
“It’s okay, what do you need?” She was patient, and Will found her pretty, realizing she was new, and didn’t even mention his impediment. She noticed the tear in his blanket then, “ohhh, I see. Here, let me see. I’ll fix it right away.” She set down what she was doing, and pulled a fresh needle and a close matching blue to the ratty blanket. Will handed it over, eyes sparkling. “Thank you!” He then ran off, back to the safety of Hannibal. He felt flutters in his tummy from the anxiety and nervousness. She was awful pretty…
“You did it.” Hannibal was smiling, waiting for him. Will nodded proudly and smiled,
“She said she’s gonna take care of it right away!” Hannibal nodded, then pressed a hand to Will’s back,
“Lets get in line for food before they run out now, okay?” To which Will responded with pleased nods.
tell us about nobody's son, nobody's daughter pls 👀
okay, I just had to answer this one because it's secretly my favorite from that list but shhhh
this one's a different first meeting au. Lyra never goes back to shoot Krennic, escaping with Jyn instead. however, a few months later, she gets really sick with some vague nondescript illness and passes away, which results with Jyn ending up at the local orphanage where Cassian has already been staying for a few years. (I imagined them around the same age for this, only a year or two apart at most) His family's dead too, and he's angry and uncontrollable and constantly lashing out at anyone, but ends up super attached to Jyn from the start. (I think maybe one of the older kids try to pick on Jyn and Cassian attempts to intervene, not realizing that Jyn of course needs no rescuing. something something they end up triumphing over the bully together but get into trouble for it, and the rest is history. you don't see either of them without the other from that day forward.) so it's basically a childhood best friends au in that way, detailing their years together at the orphanage as they grow up, and eventually leave together. except the galaxy is harsh and unjust, and getting by isn't so easy when they have no certain shelter to return to at the end of the day, and they end up getting pulled in different directions, going down different paths and separating.... until it all culminates with the actual movie events. everything's the same, except with all that history between them, the angst, the hurt, the love. the longing.
a short snippet (with the he in question being Draven trying to recruit Cassian):
"He’s interested in you," she says, and it's factual in the way that the sky is blue and the grass is green.
"I’ll tell him we’re a package deal."
"Are we?" Jyn wonders.
Cassian blanches. "What?"
