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OMG I LOVE THIS!!!!

Requests are open?? Sweet! Can we request a fluff scenario( that follows Coswave breeding kink ) where SW is waiting outside the medbay, and then hours later, he gets to hold his and Cosmos’s sparkling for the first time? Bonus points if there is more than one sparkling, please :3

I guess I can also put fluff stuff here, especially since this request was a continuation

Anywho, hope this is fluffy enough for you!

Soundwave paces the hall of the hospital, his footsteps echo loudly in his audials as his pedes land on the white linoleum. The occasional doctor or nurse would pass by him and give him knowing smiles and reassuring gestures but that didn’t stop the worry in his spark. It didn’t matter that they were in the best hospital with the best equipment and none other than Ratchet overseeing the emergence, he still worries because his Conjunx and future sparklings are in there. He had researched and re-researched every possible outcome, every possible outcome, and every estimate for a twin emergence so he knows that now they were approaching the averaged maximum length of a standard emergence. Too much longer and there would be the risk of complication just from taking too much time to complete the emergence. He goes through his mental checklist again for what must be the twentieth time in just the past ten minutes, checking he has everything to make Cosmos comfortable during his recovery and to take care of newborn sparklings.

Soundwave paces again, going through the actual physical space of every item in their home, mapping everything out in his mind and feels a bit calmer. He stops and checks his chronometer to find it to be twenty-two minutes from the maximum average and starts pacing again. Terrible thoughts of the very worst outcome flood his mind, panic settles in as he suppresses the urge to activate his combat protocols in the middle of a hospital. Every piece of his programming is screaming at him to go in and protect his family but he knows, logically, that the doctors know exactly what they’re doing, they certainly know better than him. Even if something does go wrong there’s no way he could help. Soundwave knows communication systems, code, programming, hacking, and several alien languages but there is nothing in his repertoire that would be of any use to his family right now. Feeling defeated, he finally sits on the empty chair that had been provided for him tries to clear his mind. For the first time in a very long time, Soundwave feels completely and utterly useless.

The door opens and he looks up to find Ratchet, smiling warmly down at him, and in a moment, all the fear in Soundwave’s spark vanishes. He really is grateful that former Autobot CMO agreed to oversee the emergence for Soundwave truly believes that if any other doctor had stepped through and smiled, he would not feel the same comfort, the same assuredness that he does now. With a friendly pat on Soundwave’s back, Ratchet leads him into the room where Cosmos rests, exhausted from what Soundwave can tell from his field but undeniably happy while holding two bundles in his arms. He steps to stand by the side of the bed and embraces Cosmos in a side hug, looking down at their sparklings. They’re too young to even begin telling what their altmodes might be but he can see that they’re both a muted green with dark blue highlights and when one opens their optics to look at him, they’re a soft blue. In this very moment, he decides he’s never seen more perfect beings, more perfect transformers than his little sparklings.

“Identical twins,” Ratchet calls over with no small amount of mirth, “that’ll be tricky. You won’t be able to tell them apart half the time and they’ll always be getting some kind of trouble together.”

Soundwave shakes his helm, reaching down to pick up on of his sparklings from Cosmos. He can feel the quiet in this one, how all they wish to do is listen and rest while they’re sibling wants nothing more than to be able to walk already so they can see and explore. There is no denying the stark difference between the two if you can see the world as he can.

“They’re not identical,” he says softly, petting the helm of his newborn, “not to me.”

Cosmos smiles and nods, “Well, I’m not as attuned to that sort of thing as you are so I may need your help sometimes.”

Soundwave removes his mask and takes Cosmos’s free hand to kiss it, “Always.”

As relieved as he was when Ratchet had first come to fetch him, that could never compare to the joy and relief he feels now seeing his Conjunx and sparklings well, actually holding his healthy and whole sparkling. The sparkling in his arms reaches up and stretches their little arms to blink open their optics to look up at him. Very softly, almost too soft to hear, they let out a long note that’s not unlike the synths from Earth and an immediate wave of affection comes over Soundwave for his sparkling. He ducks his helm as he’s absolutely overcome with a tide of love for his little sparkling. Before he can hold it back, his shoulders are shaking and his optics fritz with unrelenting delight. He helped make this small being and they and their sibling are all his and Cosmos’s, nothing could be better, the universe could gift him no greater joy.

“So,” Comos calls over, smiling warmly at how taken Soundwave is with their sparkling, “what should we name them?”

The question makes Soundwave freeze as his mind draws a blank. He’d prepared for everything, every contingency, every possible thing they would need…

“I don’t… know,” Soundwave replies softly and flinches at Ratchet’s bark of laughter.

Cosmos, to Soundwave’s mortification, joins Ratchet in a peel of laughter, one of Soundwave’s favorite sounds when it isn’t directed at him.

“Well,” Cosmos finally manages to say as his fit of laughter dies down, “I was thinking maybe Echo and Logos. How does that sound?”

Soundwave straightens up and rather grumpily stares at his Conjunx, “If you already had names picked out, why did you inquire as to my decision?”

Cosmos tries to fight back a broad smile but fails, “I just wanted to see the look on your face when I asked. I know you’ve been too worried to think of anything like that.”

Sighing, Soundwave returns to Cosmos’s sides and gives him a quick kiss, “I think those names are wonderful.”

“Good,” Cosmos smiles up at him, making Soundwave feel like the luckiest mech on Cybertron.

Hajime's origin (gartic phone edition feat. @prideworthless and friends)

Traditional relationships 🥰

In the light of the very recent episode I think we as the fandom must understand now that Gabriel telling Marinette to "make sure that Adrien remembers him as a good father" was specifically just so Adrien would continue his last will more willingly as the new Monarch by making everyone singing Gabe's praises taking away his blame while also setting up everyone who knows the truth as liars so Adrien can channel his anger through them and not him with him no longer being present too. Gabriel specifically set Marinette up to fight her own boyfriend and end their romance while still extending his control over Adrien. Damn what a douchebag

I don't think you understand how much I love this, omg. I'm crying and squealing for half a hour💙💙💙💙💙❤❤❤❤❤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🥺🥺🥺

Tony Stark’s Home for Wayward Monsters

irondad and spiderson fluff

Tony’s life isn’t normal. He’s always known that. Hell, he’s Ironman. He’s been to outer space. Seen planets, defeated monsters, and when his own little boy gets bitten by a radioactive spider, honestly-

It’s all part and parcel of his life.

Peter Stark is the cutest little six year old in the world, as far as Tony and the other avengers are concerned. He’s so tiny, with the chubbiest cheeks and angelic chestnut curls and he bounces around and climbs up ceilings and makes little web-hammocks in the corner of rooms and often scares the life out of his old man by poking his little head down from the ceiling and Tony jumps so hard he nearly breaks his leg.

Peter is also the sweetest thing in the world. He’s such a good kid. Kind to a fault, and Tony would destroy everyone if Peter so much as grazed his knee.

Peter eats all his vegetables and gets excited by homework and is patient and adoring when watching Tony in lab- all big deer eyes and enthusiastically asking if he can have a go with the radioactive goo now, please daddy?

Natasha strolls in after picking Peter up from kindergarten one sunny afternoon, and Tony sips his coffee, frowning at the look on her face. She looks happy. That’s never a great sign-

And then Peter walks in-

He’s got a gigantic husky in his arms. The dog is bigger than him, seriously- but Peter’s strength- Christ- and that dog is all teeth and scabbed fur and-

“Daddy! Daddy! Look, Auntie Nat and I found a puppy!” says the big ball of fur with legs.

Tony stands, immediately wanting to yank Peter away from the dangerous canine, but the husky is apparently very content to be petted as Peter sets him down and then throws his arms around him in a bear hug.

The husky hooks its giant head over Peter’s shoulder- surrounding the boy- and bares his teeth as if Peter’s his young and Tony is the threat when-

Natasha takes pity on him, and hoists Peter easily out of the dog’s hold, and into Tony’s arms.

Peter giggles delightedly- dog fur all over his clothes. “Can we, daddy? Please! Please, please! I’ll look after him, I promise!” And his eyes are so wide and so earnest and-

Tony can’t say no.

***

But he taught his son a lesson that day. He taught his son that scared things, with too many teeth and not enough love, are to be brought up to the penthouse for their new home.

Peter, not two weeks later, comes in with Bruce (who was on pick up duty today, not like it’s a chore, though) and a man smeared with dirt and one very shiny metal arm.

“Daddy!” Peter announces proudly, “this is Bucky!”, and he tugs ‘Bucky’ (who looks so terrifyingly like an assassin that Tony briefly considers suiting up) into the penthouse.

Bruce looks utterly dazed.

Bucky looks frightened.

Ginger- the ferocious, but in actuality adorable, husky, rushes over to lick Peter’s face, and then nuzzle like a cat between Bucky’s legs.

Bucky relaxes, just a little, and pets the dog’s head.

“He was lost, daddy! And he doesn’t have a home!” His little face looks utterly-heart broken, and Tony stares in disbelief.

“I…” Bucky shakes his head, and tries to gently extract his fingers from Peter’s little hands, and looks very confused when the grip doesn’t come away. “I…He found me- I was- in an alley, and he said- something about-“

“A feeling,” Tony sighs. Peter’s ‘spider-sense’. A sort of extra-sense that tells him when something wrong is happening close by. “Listen, Peter- I’m sure Bucky here has-“

“Nowhere to go.” Peter pouts firmly, looking up at Tony with wide-eyes that glimmer with betrayal. “We’re gonna…he’s staying, right daddy?” He whispers, and Tony looks down at his little boy and-

Gives Bucky a guest room.

Just for the night.

***

Three weeks later, Bucky - the winter soldier- is firmly a part of the family. He takes Ginger for walks and has nightmares which make him stay up late at night with Tony in the lab, talking in hushed tones about Hydra, and giving information that’s vital- incredibly vital- to tracking down the last remnants of them.

Steve had taken one look at him and Tony had groaned.

Steve’s eyes had gone immensely blue and his jaw had dropped and Bucky had blushed and-

Tony had pinched the bridge of his nose and poured more coffee, before making Peter another blueberry pancake.

*** Peter is a few days before his seventh birthday, when he comes home with an astounded Clint, and a man with long black hair and angry-defiance in his eyes.

Peter is also dragging a huge hammer in his free hand.

It’s leaving a dent in the floor.

Tony stares.

And then sighs.

So Loki is a god, who Peter and Clint had stumbled across on their way home (maybe Tony should switch Peter’s school) and found Loki crying and trying to lift this hammer.

Peter had thought he’d needed help- and lifted it in one easy motion and now-

His seven year old is heir to the throne of a planet he’s never heard of.

“Cool,” Clint grins, ruffling Peter’s curls as Loki sulks in the corner, “make me a Duke or something, yeah, Petey?”

Peter shakes his head solemnly. “That would be abusing my powers.”

Tony can’t help it- he laughs. But he waggles a stern finger at Loki. “We are not keeping him.”

Loki gapes indignantly. Peter scrunches up his tiny nose in confusion. “But he’s hurt- and we…we help people when they’re sad and lost, don’t we, daddy?”

Bucky doesn’t meet Tony’s eyes, and Tony sighs.

*** It turns out though, Loki only stays for a few months.

And it’s a shame, really, because- goddamnit, the snooty prince was starting to grow on Tony.

Loki could conjure allusions- beautiful and intricate- and had spent a great many hours showing Peter little stories in the air- looking pleased at Peter’s effusive praise over Loki’s talents.

Loki could shape-shift- into anything- but mostly a pretty pony that Peter would ride around the penthouse.

Although, Loki sometimes stared at Tony’s arc-reactor for a touch too long, like he wanted to steal it and its power-

But then Peter would ask for some hot chocolate and tug on the end of Loki’s green robes and-

The god would settle back down.

But then in a hail of thunder and lighting, there’s another god landing in his living room- yelling with joy over having found his brother and his hammer and the new heir to the throne-

And Tony finds himself with the newest member of the avengers.

*** Bucky’s packing to move in with Steve when Peter’s eleven.

Tony muses over how different the penthouse will be without him-

And that’s when Peter comes home with a homeless man.

“He’s not homeless, dad,” Peter rolls his eyes, dragging in the sweaty wreck of a human being in behind him, “he’s got a symbiote.”

“It’s a parasite!” The man chokes desperately, looking like he’d love to run out, but his limbs keep jerkily propelling him forward. “A parasite!”

“Don’t call Venom that!” Peter scolds, reaching out his hand to pat some black goo on Eddie’s arm. “He’s much more than a parasite.”

“Yes, little spider,” croons a hissing voice that Tony- Tony cannot be dealing with this shit right now. “The spider understands. The spider would make a good host. But not better than you, our dearest Eddie-“

Tony hoists Peter up into his arms, settling him on his hip and shaking his head at Eddie (who he’s starting to recognise as that reporter who went missing) and saying firmly: “Ground rule: No using my son as a host.”

Eddie scrubs his face deliriously, and Venom asks for chocolate.

***

On Halloween night, Eddie comes back complaining about the taste of blood in the back of his throat, but his arms are cradled protectively around Peter who’s cuddled into his chest- supported by a tangled mass of black lines.

Tony looks up from his work and jerks to his feet- rushing over to his son.

“Some dude- tried to grab him.” Eddie whispers, and Peter is still crying a little, and Tony holds him tight- heart pounding. “We- I- We- we ate him.” Eddie mumbles. “Sorry.”

Tony decides right then and there, that Eddie might be his favourite… monster?Stray?

Tony spends the whole night eating chocolate with his son, praising him, telling him how kind and good and amazingly brave he is, and Ginger snuffles into Peter’s neck until the boy starts smiling again- wobbly and cautious.

Thor and Loki visit as soon as they realise what’s happened.

They bring a ship full of Asgardian gold.

Bucky comes too- and tells Peter about nightmares and how to make them go away.

Tony thinks there might be a thing to having a home for Wayward….monsters? Strays? Alien-people?

*** When Peter’s sixteen, he brings home a stray in the form of a boyfriend, and Tony is saying no before they’re even introduced.

“Dad,” Peter grins, rocking on his heels excitedly. “This is Wade-“

“No.” Tony says, but he has a horrifying feeling he’s already lost, because Wade is smiling like he won the lottery and- “No.” Tony says again, horrified.

Maybe he will send Peter to be the Asgardian King after all.

At least there won’t be any Wade Wilsons in space.

(Tony says yes, 6 years later, when Wade asks for permission for Peter’s hand. He also blasts him right in the chest with his gauntlet and Wade lets out a little ‘oof’. “You treat him right.” Tony says, though he’s said it before, and Wade has never ever treated Peter wrong. “It’s not just me who’ll destroy you- there are-“

“I get it, I get it. A whole universe of people on Pete’s side. Damn, your son’s really good at making alliances. You know he met some woman the other day? We were walking along and he got this feeling, so we went over to an old blockbusters and this woman named Carol was-“

“No.” Tony says, walking away. “No.”)

Headcanon

That Persephone eventually gets over her grudge against Nico's mother Maria and "adopts" him. After a while and with some pleading from both Will and Hades, he forgives her for being so rude in the past &they become a more or less happy family...

The first time Nico accidentally calls Persephone "mom" she breaks down crying of proudness.