Four-year-old Callie Di Laurentis has spent her entire life growing up inside Briar college raised by teenagers. Most kids know playgrounds and daycare. Callie knows locker rooms, ice rinks, team buses, study sessions, and college lectures. She lives at the hockey house, and while Dean is her dad and loves her more than anything, the truth is that it takes a village to raise a child—and the Briar hockey team has become hers.
John Dutton had spent years helping his friend in social services by taking in troubled teenage boys. Usually they were seventeen or eighteen, old enough to work as ranch hands and old enough to understand the rules. Some stayed a few months, some stayed for years, and a few became family. So when his friend called one afternoon and told him she had a placement, he barely looked up from his paperwork. That was until she said, “It’s a fourteen-year-old girl.” John immediately said no. A ranch wasn’t a place for a little girl, especially one coming out of foster care. But his friend kept pushing. “She’s one of the hardest workers I’ve ever met. She’s incredible with horses, and before you ask, yes, she can outwork half the boys you’ve taken in.” John still wasn’t convinced. Then her voice softened. “John… this kid’s life has been harder than any fourteen-year-old girl’s should ever be.” A week later, Y/N stepped onto the Yellowstone with a battered duffel bag over her shoulder, a split lip, fading bruises around her neck that looked suspiciously like fingerprints, and a look in her eyes that said she’d learned a long time ago not to expect kindness from anyone. She wasn’t shy, either. Within an hour she’d argued with Rip, rolled her eyes at Beth, and informed John that if he expected her to sit around doing “girl stuff,” he could send her right back. What nobody expected was that the tiny foster kid knew horses better than most of the ranch hands and could ride bulls like she’d been born doing it. The first time the bunkhouse saw her stay on a bull longer than a grown man twice her size, they completely lost their minds. After that she became everyone’s little sister whether she liked it or not. Since there wasn’t really a place for her in the main house, she stayed in the bunkhouse. The ranch hands pretended not to care, but before long there was always an extra plate saved for her at dinner, someone making sure she had a jacket when it got cold, and somebody watching out for her whenever she disappeared into town. Beth became viciously protective almost immediately. The second she realized Y/N apologized for everything and flinched whenever voices got too loud, something in her snapped. Rip started teaching her everything he knew about ranch work, pretending it was because she needed training when really he was checking on her every chance he got. John fought getting attached harder than anyone, but it became impossible. He started asking where she was when she missed dinner. Started watching rodeos if she was competing. Started introducing her as “one of ours” without even realizing he’d done it. Then one night, long after everyone thought Y/N had settled in, Lloyd knocked on the door of the main house looking unusually serious. When John, Rip, and Beth sat down with him, Lloyd rubbed a hand over his face and said quietly, “That kid ain’t okay.” The room immediately went still. Lloyd explained that he was usually awake later than everyone else in the bunkhouse and had noticed something. Y/N almost never slept. Night after night she’d lie awake staring at the ceiling for hours. And when she thought everyone else was asleep, she’d curl up facing the wall and cry silently into her pillow. Not loud enough for anyone to hear if they weren’t paying attention. Not dramatic. Just quiet little tears from a kid who’d spent her whole life learning not to bother anybody with her pain. Beth looked ready to kill someone. Rip’s jaw clenched so hard Lloyd thought he might break a tooth. And John just sat there staring at the floor. Because suddenly all the hard work, the stubborn attitude, the smart mouth, the bull riding, the early mornings—it all made sense. She wasn’t strong because life had been easy. She was strong because she’d never had another choice. And from that moment on, the Duttons stopped treating Y/N like a temporary placement and started treating her like what she’d quietly become: their daughter, their kid, their family. The funny thing was Y/N didn’t even notice it happening at first. She didn’t notice John worrying when she was late, or Beth buying things she claimed she’d “accidentally” picked up, or Rip checking every horse she rode before she got on. But everyone else did. Because somewhere along the way, the toughest family in Montana had fallen completely in love with a fourteen-year-old foster girl who arrived with bruises around her neck and a broken heart, and none of them were ever letting her go.
3-year-old Y/N doesn’t remember much about the world before it ended. Orphaned and completely alone, she’s spent most of her short life surviving however she can. Stubborn, fearless, and determined to do everything herself, she never expects to find a family again.
Callista Winters has lived with the Guardians for so long that none of them can remember a time without her. Found abandoned as a toddler on a forgotten moon with nothing but a strange celestial marking glowing on her wrist, she was taken in by the Guardians and raised aboard the Milano. Nobody knows which god abandoned her, only that her powers are far too powerful for an ordinary child. Callie can teleport herself—and sometimes others—across short distances in flashes of silver-blue light, making her invaluable during missions despite her age.
It’s set in the boys of tommen universe after th end of keeping 13, and the lynches are living at the kavenghs house after th fire. A new girl starts at tommen, she’s very tough and stubborn and is from a very rough part of town like where BHS is and on her first day she walks in and looks super out of place in her second hand tommen uniform and her bright blue eyes that look sad. On her first day she walks onto campus and the core 10, Johnny, Shannon, Joey, aoife, gibsie, Claire, Lizzie, hughie, feely all see her looking out of place
Set in the rugged, unforgiving world of Yellowstone, where loyalty is earned, power is protected, and mercy is rare, this story follows Y/N—a 4-year-old girl no one was meant to notice. Barely more than a toddler, she is small, quiet, and used to being overlooked, her world shaped by fear long before she could understand it.
Thousands of years ago, Y/N was a young goddess, spirit, or magical being. During an ancient war, she was placed into an enchanted sleep to save her life.
For years, John Dutton had an arrangement with an old friend who worked in social services. Every now and then she’d call about a teenage boy who needed somewhere to land—a kid aging out of the system, a troubled ranch hand in the making, someone who needed structure and hard work. The Yellowstone had become a place for those boys to find a second chance. So when his phone rang one afternoon, John answered expecting the same conversation he’d had dozens of times before.
By the end of the events of the books Psycho Shifters, Psycho Fae, and Psycho Beasts, the Beast World has changed forever. After years of fighting, surviving, and tearing apart anyone stupid enough to stand in their way, Sadie and her four mates—Jax, Asher, Cobra, and Xerxes—have finally found peace. Aran has stepped into her role as the Hidden Fae Queen, Lucinda is growing up surrounded by people who love her, and Jax’s sisters, Jess, Jala, and Jinx, are as chaotic as ever. Kala and Lucinda are bestest friends. For the first time, everyone has something they’ve never really had before: a home.
The Avengers had an unofficial rule: if Nick Fury and Y/N were in the same room, nobody took bets anymore. Because the outcome was always the same. Fury would spend the entire night gravitating toward her, Y/N would pretend not to notice, and everyone else would suffer. It had been happening for years—years of lingering glances, private smiles, Fury finding reasons to stand beside her during briefings, and Y/N somehow ending up in his office after every mission. Years of everybody knowing. Everybody. Except the two people who actually needed to do something about it. Well, one of them. Because Fury knew exactly what he wanted. The problem was Y/N. Not because she didn’t love him—she did. Anyone with functioning eyesight could see that. The problem was that Y/N had spent most of her life surviving. Bad things had happened to her before SHIELD found her. Things she rarely spoke about. Things that left scars nobody could see. Things that made trusting people difficult. Things that made relationships feel dangerous. And then there was the age gap. Every time she started wondering what if, her brain immediately reminded her that he was old enough to have lived an entire adult life before she was even born. Then she would panic. Then she’d retreat. Then Fury would spend the next month trying not to look frustrated. The man had the patience of a saint where she was concerned. Unfortunately for everyone around him, he was also completely gone for her. Nick Fury flirted with Y/N relentlessly, but the second she looked tired, upset, overwhelmed, or frightened, everything else stopped mattering. Y/N looked away first. Again. Always. Because every time Fury looked at her like that, she forgot how to breathe, and that terrified her. Fury knew it too. He’d spent years learning every expression she had, every defense mechanism, every moment she started retreating behind her walls. So his voice softened, always for her. And she’d always get that look. The one she got when old memories were creeping back in. The one Fury hated. Not because it made her weak. Because it hurt her. And he’d spent years wishing he could take every bit of that pain away. Whenever he saw the haunted look, hand settled lightly against the small of her back, or he pulls her into his lap, or runs his hands through her hair. Comforting. Protective. Natural. The kind of touch that had become second nature between them.
In th boys of tommen universe by Chloe Walsh . There is a girl who grew up In the rough part of town, she used to know the Lynch’s and after the events in the keeping 13 book, they all were adopted by Shannon’s boyfriends parents edel and John kavengh. Now Shannon and Joey go to tommen high school and are part of the core 10 with Johnny, Shannon, Joey, gibsie, Claire, Lizzie, hughie, and feely and Joey still works at the garage in the rougher part of town with three older men who are kind and also this girl. She is strong and stubborn and funny but lives at a sketchy orphanage is 16 a yr younger than Joey, but a prodigy with cars, everyone assumes she’s the receptionist at the garage but the Joey and the three protective older mechanics that work there put them in there place. She knows the tommen friend group though Joey who sometimes invites her to parties and hangouts, but one evening it’s her first time going to the kavengh house and they’re all hanging out in th kitchen and edel an John come in and ask about me and edel is instantly smitten and wants to look after me
In the boys of tommen series, before the lynch kids were saved by edel and John Sr kavengh, Joey and aoife and Shannon knew a younger girl from around the rough streets and she was only 9. A year later they’re going to tommen, with the core 10, Johnny, Shannon, Joey, aoife, Claire, Lizzie, gibsie, feely and hughie after the events of keeping 13
In Psycho Beasts by Jasmine Mas, the story follows Sadie, a traumatized survivor who discovers she is a rare hybrid—half blood-fae and half saber-toothed tiger shifter. Her shift form is a massive prehistoric tiger, and she also possesses dangerous blood-fae magic, allowing her to control others through their blood and unleash powerful supernatural abilities. She lives with three powerful Alpha shifters who become her possessive boyfriends and protectors: Jax, a calm, protective alpha bear shifter who often acts as the group’s moral center and caretaker; Cobra, who is witty and cynical and a deadly alpha snake shifter and mafia prince whose power comes from venom, shadow-serpents, and ruthless combat skills; and Ascher, a scarred assassin who shifts into a powerful ram and is known for his brutal fighting ability and fierce loyalty. Living with them at Xerxes Manor are others they protect, including Aran, Sadie’s best friend and the hidden fae queen who can create deadly ice weapons and is haunted by the abuse of her mother, the former fae queen. Also living there are Jax’s adopted sisters—Jess, mischievous and fearless, Jala, the sweetest and most empathetic of the girls, and Jinx, an eerily intelligent child with unsettling instincts and mysterious potential. Together they form a chaotic but fiercely loyal found family of survivors living in the supernatural world of shifters, fae, and beasts, protecting each other while preparing for the wars and powers that threaten their realm. One day Sadie an Aran are walking back to the manor when they see a tiny girl no older than 5-6 being shoved out of a bar with a split lip and she’s booted hard. Asher’s nickname for Sadie is princess and Jax’s nickname for Sadie is little alpha and cobras nickname for her is kitten