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hlficlibrary · 6 months

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HL Fic Library 🧡 Kid Fics

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🧡 the wonderlands by stylinsoncity / @aliensingucci {M, 150k}

"Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands."

Harry's daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis' girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair.

🧡 Flour and Chocolate by teaandtumblr {M, 145k}

It was nice, for a bakery he supposed.

Then he approached the display cabinet.

And the foreboding slammed into him. Because every product had letters next to it. Letters. GF, DF, V, O, VGN.

What. The. Fuck?

Lifting his eyes to the chalkboard menu spread across the back wall Louis felt physically ill. ‘Gluten-free’, ‘organic’, ‘vegan’, ‘paleo’, ‘dair-…’ Wait, what the fuck was a paleo? He had entered some hipster-trash establishment and it was more than time to get out.

OR Louis is a single dad and Harry works at the newly opened bakery down the street.

🧡 Face Your Fears by @sadaveniren {E, 92k}

Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.

🧡 Just Pretend by @kingsofeverything {E, 90k}

Louis Tomlinson is a divorced dad who doesn't date. What free time he has, he likes to spend with his teenage daughter, and if he wants to take someone home, he does it when she's spending the weekend with her mom.

Then he meets Harry Styles, another divorced dad with a teenage daughter, who convinces him it’s a good idea to pretend they're dating to keep their kids happy.

🧡 Standing on the Edge of Forever by EllaO {M, 55k}

“So let me get this straight. You took Mr. Squiggles from the classroom habitat, took him with you on your fieldtrip to the zoo, and released him in the aviary?”

Harry Styles is a single father, just trying to keep his life organized after losing his husband four years earlier. Between his daughter, Liam's hellion twins, and Sophia throwing him into any romantic tangle she can think of, life gets a little crazy. Of course, everything changes the moment Lo and the twins get interested in their school musical, The Wizard of Oz. Because the new director, Louis Tomlinson, is just about the most attractive man that Harry has ever seen.

Featuring adorable Dad Harry, hotshot actor Louis, three sassy kids, a badass Sophia Smith, and a Liam who just wants all their kids to be well behaved.

🧡 A Life That We Share (I Owe It All to You) by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings {M, 50k}

When Harry's son came home from school crying he didn't think things could get any worse. Lucky for them, things were just about to change for the best.

or Harry's son get bullied until Louis' son shows up :)

🧡 Chasing, Searching, Dreaming by @parmahamlarrie {E, 46k}

Everyone is chasing, searching, dreaming of their soulmate.

Harry has known who his soulmate is since he was twenty years old, and ever since, he has been waiting for Louis to be ready for him. The unexpected passing of Louis' mum, and the fact that now he is the guardian of his twin two-year-old little siblings, just means that Harry is going to have to wait a bit longer.

A soulmate AU full of cute kids, house building, therapy, and a lot of dreaming.

🧡 hymns for restless stars by @turnyourankle {E, 37k}

Every Holiday season Louis has his pupils write down their Christmas wishes for class. He's read almost every wish under the sun, but one girl's wish takes him by surprise. It's for her uncle not to be alone anymore. It's not a wild wish by any means, but Louis had no idea that former teen idol Harry Styles was lonely in the first place.

🧡 Bitter Ends Turn Sweet by @allwaswell16 {E, 30k}

It had been four years since Harry first heard the song his ex wrote about him and far longer since they broke up. He forgave Louis long ago, and now his life was focused on his career, his family, and especially his son, Max. But Louis was back in Chicago, after all this time, and he’s not an easy man to ignore.

Or a songfic inspired by the song Chicago

🧡 Love is a Compass by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10 {M, 27k}

Louis smiled to himself, knowing what Cameron was hinting at. “Did you want to stay with me in my warm bed?”

Cameron nodded as he slipped his thumb back into mouth, fighting to keep his eyes open now. “Please, Lou.”

“Sure. get some sleep, okay?” Louis hugged him tighter and closed his own eyes, his arms heavy with the weight of the little boy they were wrapped around. Just as Louis was dozing off, his eyes too heavy to keep open anymore, he heard whispered words that shattered his heart into a million more pieces.

“Please don’t go to heaven too, Lou.”

Harry waltzes into Louis’ life when everything seems to be crumbling around him. A dad overnight, grief stricken and learning to be a parent as he goes, Harry helps to bring light, laughter and, of course, baked goods back into their lives.

🧡 Enchanted by @brightgolden {E, 25k}

“My close friends usually call me H,” Harry mumbles suddenly after Louis wraps up his story.

That’s unexpected. “Are you telling me I’m your close friend now?” Louis quips, squinting his eyes at Harry.

OR Where Louis finally meets his neighbour. After a few conversations, he begins to realise he is too weak to resist the charms of the new mother and his six month old daughter.

🧡 Barefoot in Blue Jeans by @indiaalphawhiskey {E, 24k}

AU. Louis Tomlinson is trying desperately hard not to fall for his son’s au pair, but he can’t, for the life of him, remember why.

475. The hope that this fear is unfounded.

🧡 Home for Christmas by @haloeverlasting {G, 22k}

The Shameless Hallmark Movie AU you probably didn't ask for.

Or, the one where Harry didn't think he wanted a family, but with a little Christmas magic (and maybe one Louis Tomlinson) he realizes that he is very, very wrong.

🧡 Took Me by Surprise by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird {M, 20k}

Louis Tomlinson and his best friend Bridget had a daughter when they were very young and he was on the brink of becoming the next MLS star. Until he blew out his knee.

A decade later, he's the head anchor of the American version of Match of the Day and is raising the coolest nine-year-old on the planet, who happens to be obsessed with Harry Styles - popstar, musician, and all-around household name.

🧡 The Baby Whisperer by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom {E, 18k}

Harry’s newborn baby is having trouble sleeping and nothing he does seems to work. Tired and alone and at his wits end, Harry is at a loss until a new neighbour arrives to turn his world upside down.

OR the one where being neighbourly takes on a whole new meaning.

🧡 Fugue by iwillpaintasongforlou / @canonlarry {E, 16k}

Harry falls asleep a 17 year-old who lives in Cheshire and is probably rockstar Louis Tomlinson's biggest fan. He wakes up 24 with a wedding ring on his finger, two kids, and Louis Tomlinson attempting to wake him up with a blow job. The doctor calls it organic retrograde amnesia, says he might never get back the last seven years of his life. The only thing that feels the same is how he feels when Louis touches him, and maybe that's enough to make him fall in love all over again.

🧡 You're A Universe by Jiksa / @jiksax {E, 15k}

Harry doesn’t ever mean to hurt him; Louis doesn’t know how to tell him that it’s the only thing he ever does anymore.

Or, Louis’s a stay-at-home dad in London and Harry’s a business expat in Qatar. Louis doesn’t know how much longer their marriage can survive the distance.

🧡 reckless behaviour by @nouies {E, 13k}

Harry is a retired football player looking for a new opportunity. Louis is the image consultant hired to help him find it.

🧡 It'll Be by @styleandsin {E, 13k}

Louis has always wanted children and he decides he's done waiting for love to come first. However, after adopting a baby girl just days after she's born, he quickly realizes how hard parenting is. Louis hires Harry to be his Nanny, and it all works out great. Until Louis falls in love with him.

🧡 How It Begins (series) by @phdmama {E, 8k}

New town, new job, new school for his daughter. It's a chance to start again for Louis Tomlinson, a clean slate.

Or is it?

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moodymelanist · 4 months

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🎄 All I Want For Christmas Is Snow 🎄

Surprise, @emeriethevalkyriegirl! I’m your Secret Santa! had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you enjoy ❤️ thanks for putting together an amazing event as usual @acotargiftexchange and happy holidays to all who celebrate !!

Summary: Nesta and Cassian’s daughter has never seen snow, so they conspire to give their baby girl her first white Christmas.

Word Count: 4,875

❅❅❅❅❅ Cassian

“Daddy?”

Cassian turned from where he was picking out a book for bedtime to look at his daughter. Seraphina – Sera for short, as she’d been insisting for a while now – looked absolutely adorable in a pair of purple pajamas. She’d just turned five not too long ago and he was so, so thankful she still enjoyed getting a bedtime story and a kiss on the forehead.

“Yes, mijita?” Cassian answered, grabbing one of the My Little Pony books off Sera’s shelf before coming to settle next to her on her tiny bed. “What’s going on in that cute little head?”

“Is snow real?” she asked abruptly. Her hazel eyes had taken on that determined look that meant she wasn’t going to bed anytime soon until she got her question answered.

“Of course it is,” he answered. It struck him sometimes how little she knew about the world, and just how much he and Nesta had left to show her before she grew up. “It just hasn’t snowed here in a long, long time. Not since before you were born.”

“Why not?” she followed up immediately. “I wanna see some.”

“One day, baby,” Cassian promised vaguely. He couldn’t predict the weather any more than the average guy, but he didn’t want to completely dash all her hopes. “The weather hasn’t been good for it yet.”

“When’s it gonna get good, Daddy?” Sera asked with a sigh she’d definitely gotten from her mother. He’d never get tired of seeing a quintessential Nesta expression on their daughter’s face, so he just reached out and smoothed some of her dark hair back to do something with the warmth of affection that spread through him.

“I don’t know,” he told her honestly. They hadn’t gotten good snow in DC for years – certainly not enough for Sera to enjoy it like a child deserved, anyway – and although the weather prediction said they were in for some real snow this year, who knew if that would actually be true. “But the weather people say maybe we’ll get some snow this year. Isn’t that exciting?”

“If you say so, Daddy,” she replied, clearly not believing him but deciding to go along with it anyway. “Can you read my story now?”

Keep reading on AO3 here!

#acotar #acosf #nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #moodymelanistwrites #acotar gift exchange #kidfic #pro Nessian #pro nesta archeron #pro Cassian #pro Cassian acotar #Cassian acotar

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cumulo-stratus · 7 months

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“There’s nothing wrong with being different.”

Pairing: Dad!Spencer reid x Dad!reader

Description: Spencer and his husband talk to their daughter when she gets in trouble for punching someone (daughter is 10)

Warnings: Little bit of homophobia, lemme know if there's anything else!

Flufftober day 8: Kidfic/Petfic

A/N: I feel so bad cus I'm like a week behind on flufftober but I'm trying guys I swear 😭 anyways proof read by the lovely @ssaspenceswife!! (Totally check out her works it's way better than mine lmao)

Y/n sighed as he stepped into the drivers seat of the car, spencer sliding in next to him. They had been enjoying their day off of work together, lounging while their daughter was at school for the day. That was of course until Spencers phone rang…

Spencer lounged on top of Y/n, practically flopped on top of him, the tv played some show quietly in the back round, but the couple were much too focused on each other to quite care. They had been discussing Poes works until spencers phone starts buzzing on the coffee table, alearting him of an incoming call.

Y/n looked at spencer curiously, silently asking him to pick it up, and find out what was going on. But when the familiar crease between spencers brow became apparent his husband frowned at the discontentment of his lover. Spencer gave Y/n the universal signal to wait and answered the phone.

“Hello?”

(hello are you doctor reid?)

“yes thats me, is there something wrong?”

(we apologize for interrupting your busy works schedule but you need to come pick up your daughter, shes been suspended.)

“Suspended?!”

This finally caught Y/ns attention as he looked at his husband confused. Spencer stared back equally puzzled and continued the conversation.

(She physically assulted another student, and is suspended until the end of the week. One guardian registered with he school may come pick your daughter up.)

"okay, thank you someone will be there to pick her up soon. Buh bye-"

spencer seemed to want the conversation over with as soon as possible when he said his goodbyes to the receptionist.

"Spence- what happened, was it the school? Is Esther okay?"

"she punched a kid.."

Y/ns face fell in disappointment- and then it turned to anger

"we taught her to never resort to violence?! What happened?"

Spencer just sighed and raised himself from his previous sitting position to start making his way to the door. "I'll go pick her up, we'll talk about it when we get back.

Needless to say the car ride home was silent. Spencer was angry but he knew better than to take it out on his daughter. It would only end in a fight, and that got them nowhere

finally they arrived at thé family's apartment- Esther's other father stood in the attached living room with his arms crossed over his chest. Esther only looked down shamefully, gripping the straps of her beloved astronaut backpack. Y/n sighed in resignation and invited his daughter to sit on couch; sandwiched in between her dads. Y/n started;

"Esther- I thought we taught you to be better this, you know better than that- better than violence."

"I know dad I'm sorry- but he deserved it!

this time it's Spencer's turn to speak, "no one deserves to be punched Esther- and you know that"

both Esther and her fathers attention are pulled away from eachother when they hear a snort/giggle from y/n after Spencer said no one deserves to be punched. Spencer gives his husband a warning glare and that in combination with the aforementioned husbands antics, lightened the mood enough to release a small giggle from the child. After Spencer pulled his eyes away from his husband and put the attention back on his daughter she started to explain herself ; " well this one deserved it- he always mean to you guys- I was just standing up for you!” the couple looked up from their daughter and at each other with confusion. Y/n was the first to shake off the confusion and ask Esther what she ment.

“How would he be mean to us, we dont know this boy?”

“he always says that having 2 dads is weird and un natural. and i always tell him its not and its normal but he wont listen! and then he kept saying means and untrue s stuff and i- i, i couldnt stop myself! he was just being such a dick!”

spencer sent esther a stern warning glare at her language before his and his husbands face softened. Y/n reached out and pulled esther in for a hug asking “bug, why didnt you tell us- we could’ve done something?”

Esther just sighs and hugs back before answering “i told the teachers, and they didn‘t do anything..” Esther voice was deflated and when she told her fathers about the schools lack of response to her cries for help, the men shared a look that said they’d talk about it later.

spencer joined the hug forming one big ball of reid family on the couch. When spencer and Y/n finally released their daughter from the binding hug spencer put one hand on each of esther’s shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes saying “having two dads, never a bad thing, and i dont ever want you to think anything different. Understand?” before Esther could respond Y/n cut in and said, “and theres nothing wrong with being different either- just look at your dad, he’s different and a hottie” Y/n winked at his husband and Esther just exclaimed “ewwww!!” loudly, making both spencer and Y/n laugh out loud. Hoping to lighten the mood spencer responded to his husbands comment with a “save it for later- handsome” and a mischievous smile.

After a family dinner, (with lots of subtle encouragement and affirmations) Esther was feeling better, but tired. So she climbed into bed, received a kiss from both her fathers, and promptly fell asleep before her dad could even turn on the night light. Y/n and spencer were thankful for her almost immediate restful state, needing a moment alone to finally process the events of the day.

when the couple retreated back to their shared master bedroom Y/n took the opportunity of his husband just standing there to engulf him in a big hug, needing the familiar comfort of his husband. And there they stood, for who knows how long. At least 5 minutes. maybe 10 if were being realistic. But hey what can I say, they hadn’t had a moment alone since their daughter to home and lets just d say they needed it.

Spencer was the first to break the comfortable silence, saying “i still cant believe the school didn’t do anything about it- remind me to call them tomorrow before we leave for work.” Y/n just nodded and gave spencer a chaste kiss on the lips- leading him over to the bed and pulling him down on top of him. spencer chuckled and reminded Y/n that they were still wearing their day clothes, and that dental health was extremely important yet they hadn’t brushed their teeth yet. Y/n chuckled and hummed all smiley at his husbands antics.

After brushing their teeth together and y/n (jokingly) trying to get spencer to sleep with no clothes- despite the not very well insulted apartment and the blistering cold just outside the apartment walls. Y/n’s defense was that he could keep spencer warm. needles to say Y/n didn’t win that argument. but the couple still went to bed smiling, curled up in each others arms, leaving the issues of the day for tomorrow.

The End

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#bau #criminal minds #bau team #spencer reid #fluff #cute #gay #spencer reid x male reader #spencer reid fanfic #kidfic #spencer reid x reader #dad!spencer reid #Dad!reader #slight homophobia #flufftober #flufftober day 8 #flufftober 2023

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awyeahitssam · 2 months

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“Loki, over here,” he called out, and the room hushed. Morgan wiggled deeper into the crook of his elbow, cooing.

The Aesir watched Loki approach with wide eyes. Tony ignored their reactions, as usual, and smiled at the other man.

“Stark,” Loki returned stiffly, eyes locked on Tony's, not acknowledging the baby in his arms. “I thank you for your hospitality. Congratulations are in order.”

“Yeah, sure,” Tony stepped closer and nudged Loki with his shoulder. “It’s good to see you, Lokes. It’s been a minute.”

There was a moment when Loki remained stiff, and then he pushed back into Tony’s shoulder and offered him a smirk. “You can’t have had time to miss me in between missing sleep.”

“Oh, I can and I have,” Tony teased back. “Who am I meant to match wits with while you’re away? Lovely as Morgan is, she hasn’t got speech down just yet, and I can only hold both halves of the conversation for so long before running out of oxygen.”

Loki followed his gaze down to Morgan, eyes going wide at his first glance. She was swaddled in the green and gold blanket Loki had left for Tony to find after news of the birth. It filled him with warmth. Introducing a babe to the world was an important event, and this is what Stark chose to wrap her into. A combination of their colors.

Said mortal caught his eye as he glanced up and smiled. “Would you like to hold her?”

Loki's heart stuttered in his chest. “Truly?”

“It’s safe to say that’s a skill you’ve picked up at some point, yeah?” Tony checked. “I mean, I can show you how if you want.”

“I assure you I have had many occasions to hold an infant,” Loki said. “Did you wish for a Blessing?”

“A… what?”

“A protection for your daughter. It is common for me to bless new Aesir on their naming day. Is that not why you wish for me to hold her?”

Tony blinked. “No. I just thought that you might like to? I’m not trying to scam you into… blessing her? And would it even be a genuine blessing if it’s an expectation or request?”

Loki looked up from Morgan to meet his gaze. “I am very powerful,” he murmured. “My blessings are always effective. Genuinity doesn’t enter the equation.”

“Now the question is, did you actually just use that colloquialism, or did All Speak translate one of yours into one of mine?”

Loki rolled his eyes, as if Tony could not see the spark of mirth in them. “It seemed fitting, given my audience.”

“Aww, you’re talking math for me,” Tony teased, smile quick and warm. “If you want to give my kid a blessing I’m hardly gonna stop you, Lokes. But it’s conditional. You bless her, you’ve got to put up with me hugging you.”

Tony watched Loki’s posture ease with interest. The moment the word ‘conditional,’ had left his lips, Loki’s face had done an interesting spasm that meant he was either about to eviscerate him, or Tony had actually managed to hurt his feelings. He’d have to rethink his phrasing in the future, even if he had just been teasing.

“Oh, very well. Hand her over.”

Despite the put upon tone, Loki was careful as he accepted the baby from Tony. Morgan settled quickly in his secure hold, which was a pleasant change. She’d been whining most of the morning whenever Tony handed her off, though admittedly this was only the third time he’d done so. Something about Pepper—presumably the introduction of her floral perfume—had set Morgan off, and Rhodey had been too gentle in his caution.

She’d more or less been a perfect angel in his arms, though, which left Pepper muttering to their daughter about not inflating his ego.

Loki began to chant, the sound almost melodic. The eye of every Aesir was on them now, and the others at the party seemed to have caught on. It left them with plenty of gawkers, but relative silence. It was as if Loki’s words were sucking all other noise from the room, soft and old and gorgeous.

No matter how fascinating Tony found the way All Speak could find no translation for the tongues Loki spoke in, he was more caught up on the way Morgan’s pudgy hand curled into Loki’s shirt, wrinkling the material. The slight imperfection in such a perfect scene made him smile. His daughter would be a force of chaos, and was being blessed by its god. It makes something in him bubble up effervescently, and this was not a moment for laughter but he is tempted by it regardless.

When Loki fell silent it was with his lips mere millimeters above Morgan’s brow, and then he pressed a kiss to her head. The familiar green spark that Tony associated with Loki’s sedir blossomed at the contact, and the glow of it spread over Morgan in a gentle, pulsating wave.

“She will be healthy, in body as well as mind.” Loki said, voice just as enrapturing now that he was speaking English again. It's a tone that threatened to catch all of Tony’s attention and pull it away from his daughter.

He pulled both of them close to him, instead. He had already warned Loki, and the mage hardly seems against being drawn into his arms. He let out an amused huffing noise and tilted his head to rest gently aside Tony’s own. Tony very carefully didn't crush Morgan, who's hold on Loki had not loosened a bit, though she did make a soft noise at the feel and smell of her father so close.

“Keeping a good hold of him, hm? Good luck, sweetheart.” His chin rose, face alight in a smile, dangerously close to Loki’s green eyes. “Thanks.”

The whispering increased. Loki, aware of their audience, murmured, “Our people shall talk.”

Tony’s laughter was warm, his response carefree, “Undoubtedly. Should we give them more to say?”

Loki's eyes glittered with mischief and amusement. He smirked. "I've just kissed one Stark. What's another?"

#FrostIron #Loki/Tony #Kidfic #fluffy fluff fluff #my writing

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cookiemom6067 · 7 months

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A podfic of @copperbadge and @scifigrl47 's Fall Road Trip story, "A Movable Feast" for your Autumn listening pleasure

#podfic #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #steve/tony #stony #carol danvers/jessica drew #kidfic

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dsudis · 3 months

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Nothing wrong with only having 3 WIPs! It just means we are particularly excellent at commitment. 😁

If no one has already asked, tell me about Quick Now Here Now Always?

Quick Now Here Now Always should have some commas in it, but I can never remember where they go and left them out of the file name--it's a line from "Little Gidding", which I have titled many stories, including England and Nowhere (Never and Always), which Quick Now is the proper sequel to, picking up right where we left off with Dadda and Baba and Finn in Hob's bed.

Hob woke up to find his bed warmer and more crowded than it had been in a long time. For a moment he just saw the head lying on the other pillow, messy black hair and half-open eyes fringed in long black lashes, his friend's--Dream's--pale skin nearly as colorless as the old linen his cheek rested on.

Then something moved in Hob's peripheral vision, and he turned his head to look--up--at Finn, who was sitting up in the bed between Hob and Dream, still wrapped in the silky black fabric that had been a sling last night. His golden hair was sticking up in odd tufts, and his violet eyes were beautiful and solemn as he watched Hob.

Hob smiled, remembering that Finn was his, his and Dream's, theirs to love and care for. Dadda and Baba, he had named them. Not quite human, he would grow up slowly and needed parents who would be around for him forever. They would be a family now; this was the first morning of the rest of their life together, and Hob somehow already felt as if they belonged here, as if he had always loved Finn just as he had always longed to truly know his stranger.

"Good morning, love," Hob said, fighting not to yawn and spoil it.

Finn stared back at him for another moment, then said in a very small voice, "Baba?"

"Yes," Hob agreed.

Before he could say anything else, Finn leaned toward him and said, "Toilet?"

"Yes," Hob agreed, sitting up sharply and reaching for Finn, who came into Hob's arms as if he belonged there, as if he had done this a hundred times before.

#wip #kidfic #the sandman #dreamling #asked and answered

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sistamajor · 6 months

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Halloween has always been a little bit confusing for these kids

#bkdk #illustration #comics #otp #midoriya izuku #deku #bnha deku #katsuki bakugou #boku no hero academia #fanart #masaru bakugou #kidfic #mitsukibakugo #mitsuki #kawaki #halloween #kacchan

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green-fifteen · 2 months

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Day 7: Kiss it Better

Prompt: Recovery Fandom: Teen Wolf Pairing: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Summary: Even a magical dad needs backup sometimes. Word count: 1,793 read on ao3 instead

written for @fluffyfebruary

The McCall house was full of people. They packed in together on the living room rug, leaned against the walls in the hallways, slid around each other in the kitchen to grab this or that. They spilled out of the door to the backyard, where John Stilinski and Chris Argent were not-so -passive aggressively fighting for control of the grilling spatula. Stiles couldn't believe they knew this many people, but he did recognize almost everyone he saw, with a few Argent exceptions.

His favorite (former) Argent was currently scrubbing a horrifically caked-on serving dish, muttering to herself about something he couldn't hear in the all of the party noise. Stiles, his hands and arms full of hot dog and hamburger buns, took pity on her. As Allison held the platter underwater, as if to drown it and be rid of it for good, he focused his gaze. It didn't take long for his magic to find the source of her problem and it scoured the baked-on food in an instant, as if it had never been there. She turned around to face him and almost grabbed him up in a hug before she noticed he was carrying bread. Thank you, you're amazing she mouthed instead.

These days, Stiles' magic was literally the ultimate household problem-solver. It seemed to have changed over the years as he settled and aged and now the things it did best basically amounted to chores. Cooking? Cleaning? Mysterious underwear stains? All he needed was a few seconds of focus and his magic could do it all.

Stiles waved away her thanks and continued outside to the patio, where the grill sat beside a pair of long white tables. There wasn't really any room for all the buns he held, so he just dropped them on top of some of the toppings, trusting the gathering of assorted mythical and/or magical beings to be able to open and use them for themselves. As he stood back, a shape darted out at his legs from beneath the tablecloth. Years of practice had honed his reflexes and he bent down to catch the beast just before it collided with his kneecaps.

"Grargh!" it cried, but its roaring dissolved into laughter as Stiles tucked it under one arm and began walking toward the woods that bordered the house on one side.

"I can't believe these creatures keep getting past my wards," he grumbled, letting out a frustrated huff. "Oh well." He set it down in the grass and nudged it with his foot. "Back to the woods with you, beast."

This time, the little thing jumped to tackle him, and Stiles let himself fall to the ground. "Oh no! Somebody, help!"

"Rarg! Graah!"

"I'm being mauled by a creature of the night!"

He continued wailing and being afraid for several moments, after which he seemed to find a second wind and pinned the little monster.

"I won't let you hurt any more innocent people," he cried, voice desperate and determined. "This is a birthday party!" And he reached down to tickle the creature's belly. It writhed in place, shrieking with laughter until suddenly it stopped. Stiles stopped too, watching its little face.

"Daddy," it said seriously. "I actually need to use the bathroom."

"Oh." Stiles climbed back to his feet and then lifted the little boy into his arms. Dry leaves and bits of grass clippings fell from their hair and clothes as they stood up.

"Do you need any help?" he asked.

"No. I can do it by myself," his son replied and then darted into the house.

"Patrick! No running on the patio," he called after him.

When he turned, his father was standing at his shoulder with a paper plate. "Grub time," he grunted. "Where's your husband? I bought cheddar dogs just for him and they're no good cold."

He shrugged and sighed. "He's supposed to be getting the cake but I think he got held up. He'll be here soon, just keep his food in the grill with the lid closed."

"Like I wasn't gonna do that anyway."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Dad."

At that moment, two things happened at once. Stiles heard glass break and turned his body toward the pool, where everyone seemed to have frozen in shock. Just as they started moving, everyone hurrying out of the water, he heard a second noise, one that kicked up his parental instincts the instant it hit his eardrums. Whirling around, he saw his kid sobbing on the concrete patio just in front of the sliding screen door, knee scraped up and beginning to bleed.

Without hesitation, he strode over to his son and hefted him into his arms. He was almost getting too heavy to be held like this and the screaming crying was happening way too close to his ear, but Stiles held on to him as he walked back over to the pool, trying to comfort him with soft words and rubbing his back.

Melissa McCall was pulling little kids out of the water, reassuring them gently that they'd be able to get back in soon. "You can't see shards of glass in the water," she said, voice gentle but firm. "You might really hurt yourself." As Stiles approached with his son, the kids looked up at him crying in pain and scrambled out as fast as they could.

Melissa met his eyes with a small smile, as if to say, Oh boy, what a mess.

Stiles could get the glass out of the pool. Without calling in a specialist or draining the pool, which would take too long, his magic was the only option if anyone wanted to use it again during the party. He looked at his son, gasping for breath where he was perched on his hip. Maybe he could calm him down and then come back to fix the pool? There was no way he'd be able to focus with him bleeding onto his jeans.

One thing at a time he told himself. He crouched down and pulled the little boy into his lap, rocking and shushing. "Really hurts, huh?" he murmured.

Patrick only wailed, tears and snot dripping down his face. Stiles heard another child start to cry somewhere nearby, likely startled by the glass breaking and only further upset by the sobbing Stiles had brought over the them. He was really starting to think, Those damn wolf powers would be pretty handy right about now and cursing his magic for being selectively useful, when a hand landed on his shoulder.

Derek was crouched on the balls of his feet just next to him, eyes fixed on Patrick's red face. To Stiles, he looked like an angel sent to rescue the both of them. He squeezed Stiles' shoulder lightly and then reached out for the boy.

"Hey, Pat," Derek said, gently. "Look, Pat, Papa's here."

Patrick's eyes flew open and he lunged forward into Derek's arms. Stiles fell back onto his hands and patted his husband's thigh in thanks. He could see black lines tracing their way up Derek's forearms, beginning with the little knee he held in one hand and traveling up under his sleeves. The pained wailing was already dropping off, replaced by Patrick's normal, more familiar fussing. Even that faded into the background as Derek walked them both over to the food table, kissing and soothing the little guy as he went.

Stiles turned back to the pool. It was the work of a few heartbeats to make it safe again-- he stared into the water and imagined he could hear the tinkling of the shards as molecules of water brushed over them. He imagined he saw their jagged edges glinting beneath the brighter gleam of the water's surface. Then-- blink-- suddenly he could see the fragmented pieces and he could hear the barely-there tinkling of water on glass. Focus came easily with something to fix it to and he let his magic free to find the problem. The pieces were gone in seconds.

"Alright!" he shouted. "Open swim!" The splashing started up again immediately and he had to scurry away to avoid being hit. Smiling, he made his way to the grill. His father was holding Patrick while Derek stood at the start of the condiment line with two paper plates, a burger on one and a cheddar-filled hot dog on the other.

Stiles stepped in close to him and kissed his bristly cheek. "You never stop saving my life," he chirped. Then, "Is that for me?"

"Yes." He handed Stiles the plate with the burger. "Sorry I was late, there was an issue at the bakery and then traffic was pretty bad on the way back."

Stiles tsked. "That's what we get for going to the bougie place for a five year old's birthday cake. Grocery store sheet cake next time."

"Agreed."

When they finished filling their plates and returned to their son, he was staring raptly at the sheriff, who was telling a story in big, exaggerated motions.

"And that's why you never peel off your band-aids, son," he was saying as they came within earshot.

When Patrick saw them, he squirmed out of John's hold to the ground and ran up to Stiles.

"Daddy," he said. "Papa made my leg feel better, but it still hurts. You have to kiss it so it heals and I don't get a bacterial infection." Stiles shot a bewildered look at his father, who only smiled serenely.

"Of course," he said, smiling when he looked back at his son, then planted a loud kiss to the skin just below the open wound. "Now it will heal all better in no time. No infections."

Patrick stood up and dashed away before Stiles could even process it, screeching and chasing one of his little playmates.

"Has he eaten yet?" Derek asked him. Stiles stood up cracked his back.

"He can eat later. Or maybe he'll just have cake for dinner. It's his birthday, who cares?"

Derek sighed but smiled and tugged Stiles into a hug. "I cares. You cares. We all cares when the birthday boy doesn't fall asleep tonight. And Daddy and Papa and Patrick all stay up doing jigsaw puzzles until midnight again."

"You love family puzzle time," Stiles counters, poking him in the ribs.

"Is there really nothing else you would rather do tonight?" He pushed his nose into the space behind Stiles' ear. "I haven't seen you all day." He breathed in a huge inhale.

"Quit sniffing me, my dad is standing right there." Stiles smacked him and pulled out of the embrace. "Fine, I'll go track down the beast. Make a plate for him?"

Derek hummed an agreement and Stiles took off after their kid.

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Dojo AU

no-capes AU where Dick Grayson is a sensei at a Cuong Nhu dojo who teaches a tot class. Bruce Wayne brings 4yo Damian to the class and immediately falls in love with Dick.

this class was recommended to Bruce because Damian has 'behavioral issues' that have made it a nightmare to integrate him into kindergarten programs. Damian has gone through like 8 nannies. specialists have diagnosed him with autism and possibly ODD. Bruce is at his wits end. shouldn't the terrible twos be over by now???

so Bruce shows up at the dojo with his Emergency Damian Bag and teeny tiny demon Damian clinging to his pants. he called ahead and spent an hour talking to Dick to prepare him. Dick comes up to them to say hi in his white gi and Bruce is like—oh god help me this is the most beautiful man I have ever seen.

(the other senseis and regulars have seen this exact look pass over a parent's face many-a-time. it's par for the course with Dick! but also. this is BRUCE WAYNE.)

Dick kneels down and says, "Hello Damian, my name is Sensei Grayson. You can call me Sensei G."

Damian glares at him for a moment. and then lets out a cry and strikes him on the head with a chop.

Bruce is mortified. he is still not done processing the beauty that is Sensei Grayson and his horrible child has just hit him on the head! he's told Damian SO many times that he can't hit people!!!

Dick says, "ow" and frowns cause like. it didn't really hurt, but it's the kind of thing that could hurt someone and that's important to communicate with children.

Damian did like hitting this stranger but he does *not* like that Dick is 'upset'. he tears up and screeches, "YOU'RE WEAK I WON'T LEARN FROM YOU."

Bruce, so tired, "Damian—"

Dick, "Well, I can't make you learn. but if you don't take this class, you can't get a belt."

Damian narrows his little eyes into slits. Bruce holds his breath. is G's gambit going to work???

"I have a judo belt," Damian argues, which is true, but he is very much Not Allowed back at that Judo dojo.

"Ah," says Dick. "But you don't have a Cuong Nhu belt." he shows off the end of his tied belt, which is black and has four red stripes.

Damian grabs the end of Dick's belt and Bruce is having a meltdown. the disrespect! is it disrespectful in Cuong Nhu? but Dick doesn't seem to mind.

"You're Yondan," Damian says. like his father, he has a special interest in martial arts and learned all about the Judo ranks. "You haven't mastered yet!"

"I am fourth degree, yes, but the ranks are different in Cuong Nhu. did you know that Cuong Nhu is a blend of seven styles of martial arts, and one of them is Judo?"

Damian's eyes go big. "You know Judo?!"

redirect successful! "Come, I'll show you how to enter the dojo." Dick smiles up at Bruce who is so so so charmed and so so so afraid what Damian will do for the next hour of class.

#ficlet #notfic #brudick #bruce wayne #dick grayson #kidfic #my fic #my writing

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24-Hour Diner by LexiRoseWrites

@lexirosewrites

Rating: Teen and Up

1,845 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington, Kid Fic, Single Parent Steve Harrington, Alternate Universe - Mob, Waitress Steve Harrington, Past Mpreg, Past Relationship(s), Originally Posted on Tumblr, Eddie Munson Calls Steve Harrington Pet Names, Protective Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, First Meetings, Fluff, Pre-Relationship

Summary:

It all starts in a diner when a brave little girl asks a tattooed mafia boss, “Do you have some crayons I can borrow?”

Thanks for the rec! This recommendation is apart of our Writer's Wednesday! All of the recs today are written by @lexirosewrites. Want to nominate an author? Fill out this form!

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#steddie fic recs #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #mafia au #teen and up #kidfic #a/b/o dynamics #writer's wednesday

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steponmeinejghafa · 1 year

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Little Crow Pt. 1

Summary: The Crows (Kaz, Inej, Jesper, Wylan, Nina, and Matthias) find a lost child and kinda raise them as their own. So, a collection of scenarios where they all try and (sometimes fail) to parent you.

Six of Crows x Child!Ravkan!Reader

Age: 6

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The afternoon sun beat down harshly on the streets, making its rays glint off blindingly from closed windows of the nearby buildings.

There you were, standing outside, alone and scared, lost in the streets of the Barrel. You’d managed to escape the slaver’s ship, and you were desperate to find food and shelter. Tears gushed down your cheeks as the sights and sounds overwhelmed you, and you backed away into an alley, unbeknownst to a watching figure nearby.

Kaz Brekker was not unfamiliar with the strangeness and frightening demeanour of the Barrel, so it was no wonder that he found a crying child in an alley, with nothing but the clothes on her back and not a penny to her name.

He limped towards you and tapped on you shoulder gingerly, “Excuse me, young lady, are you lost?”

You gasped and smacked his hand away, not knowing if he was a just being friendly or just a slaver in disguise. Kaz didn’t wince, simply smirked as he silently appreciated your fiery and vigilant spirit.

“Where are your parents, little one?” He asked, eyebrow raised.

“I—I don’t know,” you replied, about to burst into another flurry of tears. “I escaped from the ship, that’s all I remember.”

Seething internally, Kaz muttered to himself, “Damn slavers,” before looking at you with shockingly gentle eyes as he added in a slightly lighter tone, “Why don’t you come with me, I’ll give you some shelter and warmth for the night. Then you can be on the next ship back to…” he paused, unsure of where you were from.

“Ravka,” you corrected.

“Ah,” he nodded. “Your Kerch is very good, for a Ravkan,” he admitted as he let you hold his coat sleeve and walk with him back to the Crow Club.

“My mother was Kerch,” you said, feeling comfortable with this strange crippled man with a sour face. He gave you the vibe of a guarded, but well-intentioned person. “My father was a Ravkan translator for the foreigners who’d visit, so I know many languages!” You puffed your chest out with pride, earning a soft chuckle from Kaz.

“Interesting,” he said. “I didn’t catch your name, though.”

“I didn’t tell you my name,” you replied, frowning.

“Naturally. But if you’re going to stay with me for a while, we should get to know each other.” He replied, ushering you inside the club as you both arrived.

“You first,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m Kaz Brekker,” he said. “The owner of this club.”

“I’m…I’m Y/n L/n,” you replied, “The owner of nothing.”

He barked a laugh, something which didn’t happen often, and limped to his office, where he could offer you some peace and quiet.

“There’s a bed, and I can ask around for some clean clothes,” he offered. “You can go to the bathroom there and bathe while I do.”

“Thank you, Mister Brekker!” You smiled, running to the bathroom.

Inej, meanwhile, had crept in, soundlessly as usual, saying softly, “Seems like Kaz Brekker has a soft side.”

“Please,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “The child is here temporarily. I’m just offering her something which none of us got when we were alone in the world.”

“Like what, letting her sleep in your bed, bathe in your own bathroom, going out of your way to actually buy her clothes?” Smirked the Suli, placing her knives down.

“She escaped a slaver’s ship, Inej,” said Kaz. “It’s a wonder how she’s still alive.”

“She’s got the potential to be a Crow, wouldn’t you say?” Suggested Inej, crossing her arms across her chest. Seeing his stubborn face, she added, “Come on, we both know her parents are dead and she’s got no family to go back to.”

“And?” He replied, limping over to the door, calling for one of the worker boys and asking him to fetch some comfortable clothes for a child.

“She needs a family, Kaz,” the Wraith replied, following him. “Can’t we just do that? Can’t you?”

Kaz thought for a moment, and sighed, “Fine. But we’ll have to tell the other crows, too. Jesper, Wylan, Nina.”

“Nina is going to be thrilled,” said Inej. “Trust me.”

You came out of the bathroom, wearing one of Katz’s shirts which was long enough to be a dress for you, and your face dropped into an expression of intense vigilance again as your eyes landed on Inej and her knives which glinted in their sheaths.

“Mister Brekker,” you said, eyes wide with fear. “Who is she?”

“This is—“ Kaz began, but Inej cut him off with a hand.

“I’m Inej Ghafa,” she smiled, approaching you, hands up in surrender to show you she meant no harm. “I’m a friend of Kaz.”

“Oh,” you said. “You’re not a slaver’s friend then, right?”

Inej laughed and shook her head, “No, I’m not.”

The worker boy appeared at the doorway, panting as he held a paper bag in his hand. He handed it to Kaz, and scurried away, before he former handed you the bag.

“It’s something I figured you might like. My shirt cannot possibly be your only source of clothing,” said Kaz, his jaw set firmly as usual, but his eyes still held that same softness.

You accepted the bag with a happy little ‘thank you’, and pulled out a shirt with a pair of pants and suspenders, which made you laugh gleefully.

“It’s comfy!” You grinned after having run to the bathroom to put it on.

Another knock sounded at the door, making your face turn fearful again. What if the slavers had found you?

It wasn’t the slaver, as three bright and cheerful faces appeared at the doorway. Two males and one female.

The woman gasped and rushed towards you, before she had to take a pause to ask Inej, “Why’s her heart racing so fast?”

“She escaped from a slaver’s ship,” explained the Wraith. “Kaz seems to have gone soft, so he took her in.”

The woman nodded and waved her hands, slowing your heart rate down and calming you. A Heartrender? More importantly, a Grisha?

“Hi,” said the Grisha with a beaming smile at you. “I’m Nina Zenik. This is Jesper Fahey and Wylan Van Eck. We’re friends, don’t worry.”

The reassuring words and Nina’s smile kept you at ease, and you looked at Kaz, asking, “Why did Inej say you ‘took me in’?”

The man limped over to you and kneeled to your height, making sure not to put too much pressure on his bad leg, before saying, “How would you like for us to be your new family, Y/n?”

You thought about it for a moment, before asking, “You’re all going to take care of me?”

“Yeah,” nodded Nina.

“Absolutely,” said Inej.

You nodded and looked at Kaz, responding to his question, “I’d like that.”

“Well,” said the Zemeni-looking boy, “Welcome to the Crows, little one. Get ready for a life of madness, mayhem, and murder.”

“Do we beat people up? The bad people?” You asked with a big grin on your face, looking at Kaz.

“Oh yes we do, little crow,” he replied, smirking slightly.

“I don’t know this kid,” said Jesper with a grin, “But I love her already.”

#kidfic #sixofcrows #six of crows x child reader #found family #fluff #wholesome Kaz Brekker #leighbardugo #inej ghafa #Nina zenik #Jesper fahey #Wylan van eck

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hiiii i was wondering if you had any recommendations for fics where either harry or louis are single fathers and keep the kid secret when they met/started dating. I know I've read one or two like this but I can't remember the names and would like to read them again or others with a similar plot. Thank you!

Hi, anon! You're very welcome! Here are some that fit what you're looking for! I added the last one as a bonus because it has a similar premise but with a twist.

He Was a Different League (When I Was Nothing Much) by AFangirlFantasy / @afangirlfantasy

Prompt: Louis and Marcel dated at school, but they ultimately drifted apart. Years later, a lonely Marcel is made to start online dating by Niall, only to be matched with Louis.

Sick of being alone, Marcel is forced (by Niall) to join an online dating app. The idea is well and all, except for the inconvenient fact that he hasn’t moved on from his childhood sweetheart - Louis. If only Marcel could learn to let go, he might actually be able to love again.

Or, an AU where finding that 'someone new' actually leads to finding that 'someone old,' and Marcel is painfully oblivious.

How It Begins (series) by phdmama / @phdmama

New town, new job, new school for his daughter. It's a chance to start again for Louis Tomlinson, a clean slate.

Or is it?

Love This Christmas by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10

“Touch those toes, Mr Styles, come on, bend down a little more. Excellent, well done. Look, the five year olds are showing you up here!”

“I’m trying,” Harry replied through gritted teeth, coming back to a standing position, much more red in the face now than he had been at the start. “I can’t say I’ve seen you- oh.”

Louis promptly bent himself in half, almost laying his palms flat on the playground as he showed off, well aware this was entirely for Harry's benefit and no one else's. He could almost sense Harry's gaze burning into him, and he held the stretch for a moment longer before he slowly stood up, walking his fingers up his legs as he did so.

“Right, is everyone warmed up? Good. Now you need to line up, and listen to what Mr Styles says you need to do next.”

Teacher Harry is excited for Christmas with his class. When new TA Louis starts, sparks fly between the two men. But Louis’ always dashing off, and Harry's left pining. Will Christmas help them find love?

Falling in the Wrong Direction by @fallinglikethis

When Harry’s fiancé, Liam, passes away just before their wedding, he doesn’t know how to cope. As time goes on, Harry learns to heal, but is left living in the house his fiancé used to share with his best friends and Harry is uncovering a lot of secrets he didn’t know Liam had... while possibly falling for the one person who helped Liam keep them from him.

Harry never quite got along with Louis, but maybe he’s the one person who can help Harry bridge the gap between the life he thought he would have and the one he is now living.

A Catch and Release au

#ficrec #minificrecs #ask #anon #fallinglikethis #lovelarry10 #phdmama #afangirlfantasy #singleparentlouis #kidfic

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baldurs-gate-simp · 3 months

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I just made myself nearly cry thinking of Halsin and Tav having a little girl and they name her Sunny because she's the light of their lives 🥹

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #kidfic #fanfiction idea #bg3 tav #halsin #baldurs gate 3 #halsin silverbough #domestic fluff #daddy halsin #headcanon

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wouldyoustilllovemeifiwasawyrm · 9 months

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The Gem of Hateno

The grass underfoot made no noise; heavy boots stepped silently through the glade. The rays of the afternoon sun filtered down from the thick canopy of broad-leafed trees. An inhale, held in the nose. Tall antlers poked out of the underbrush; wild, curious eyes peeking out, scanning the forest for threats.

One arrow nocked. Another dozen in a quiver at his hip. The bowstring groaned softly in his ear as he pulled it taut, lining up the shot.

Exhale.

The buck let out a half-strangled cry of surprise as the arrow lodged itself in his forehead. A loud thump shook the ground as the animal fell.

Silence once more.

Link crept through the grass and bushes, careful not to get himself tangled in any stray climbing vines that snaked across the forest floor. He stopped where the buck fell, whistling low to himself as he counted the points on the antlers. Fourteen. His best one this week. A quick scan of the buck solidified his estimations. He’d get a good price on this one. The muscles were thick, and the pelt unscarred.

Grabbing the buck under the front legs, Link hoisted it onto his shoulder. The antlers dangled back and forth as he walked it out to the edge of the forest. A black-dappled horse nickered as he approached. Foxes and ducks hung by ropes on the saddlebags – the morning’s hunt.

Link clicked his tongue in reply, grinning at his companion. He patted the white part of its neck before tossing the buck across the horse’s hips. “Not bad, huh, Spot?” Link secured the buck with ropes, giving them a few tugs to ensure their strength. He climbed onto Spot’s back, taking the mount’s reins and turning them back toward the village. A distant bell chimed, its hollow clanging ringing through the valley. He counted four tolls.

The children would have gone home two hours ago. Dantz’s shop will close in an hour. Link grinned to himself, remembering the last time he walked up that hill at five. Dantz saw him coming a long ways off and stood at the edge of the farm with his arms crossed. “I should have known I wouldn’t get to close up early today.” The older man huffed, shaking his head. “There is such a thing as being too good of a hunter, you know.”

Thadd waved as Link rode in through the gate. “What, not a Bokoblin this time?”

Link laughed. “’Fraid not. Why? Seen one?”

Thadd shrugged. “Not personally. Met a traveler earlier who said there was a camp near the Cliffs of Quince.”

Link raised a brow, his grip on the reins tightening. It would take two hours to ride out that way, even at a moderate clip. He’d have to drop off the haul first…

Thadd waved his hands. “I’m sure there’s no need to go bolting off that way now. It didn’t sound urgent. A couple of red ones, no more than three, and they didn’t even notice him on the road. He just heard them squealing up on top of the cliff.” He scratched his chin. “If you do go hunting them tomorrow, I know a few of us are interested in joining you. Don’t head off too early without us.”

Link nodded, half-listening. Just because monsters weren’t a present problem didn’t mean they wouldn’t be a problem later. Too many travelers had fallen prey to even the weakest ones on his journeys. The monster control crews couldn’t be everywhere at once. Toren’s crew last sent word from Akkala two weeks ago. Some Bokoblins escaped the raid. Maybe they moved further south…?

No, that would have head them through the Domain. They wouldn’t have made it past Sidon’s patrols.

“Link?” Thadd’s voice cut into Link’s thoughts. “Don’t tell me you were really thinking of heading off there tonight.”

“What? No, no…” Yes. Link shook his head. “Only three red ones?”

“That’s what the guy said.” Thadd replied, crossing his arms.

Link chewed the inside of his cheek. Yeah. It could wait. He flicked the reins, bidding Spot to walk on. “I’ll meet you in the morning.”

Three Bokoblins. He could dispatch them by himself. But if anyone wanted to join the hunt, he wouldn’t stop them. They might come across something more dangerous lurking the caves. He’d flushed out as many as he came across on his travels, but that was no guarantee that nothing else moved in since then. More swords would be helpful – just in case.

The sounds of the village surrounded Link down the main road. Children ran through the fields, laughing and playing, swinging around sticks like swords and axes. Shopkeepers called out to tourists and locals alike, advertising their wares. CeCe’s mushroom fabric brought as many new faces to town as the rediscovery of cheese did. Though both of these influences paled in comparison to the real gem of Hateno: Princess Zelda.

His heart still swelled. Scouring every inch of the Depths and Sky, awakening the Sages, facing the unimaginable ancient evil that slumbered for so long beneath Hyrule Castle (twice, he might add)… it was all worth it to see her bright smile when she finally came home to Hateno. And while he thought himself the most excited to see her safely return, his own enthusiasm could not compete with the combined exuberance of her students.

The very same who now ran in front of his horse!

He pulled back on the reins just in time to avoid trampling Azu. Spot whinnied in surprise as the boy whirled around, seemingly unaware of his own near-imminent injury. The boy jumped back and dropped his stick, his eyes wide.

“S- sorry, Mr. Link!” The boy stammered, his face turning red.

Sefaro snickered from the side of the road, having darted across earlier. “Some hero you’ll make, Azu! Heroes don’t get trampled by horses!”

Link patted Spot’s neck, assuring him that the boy wasn’t a danger. “Usually, anyway. You okay?”

Azu’s face still burned red, though he met Link’s gaze. “Yeah. We were playing Heroes and Monsters. I guess I got a little carried away being the hero…”

“Guess which one I am!” Sefaro called out, making his best monster face, baring his teeth and shaping his hands like claws. “Rawrrrr!”

Link tilted his head. Not any monster that he knew. Bokoblins didn’t roar, if that could be called a roar. Lynels roared, but they didn’t use their claws. The stance resembled a Bokoblin, hunched over at the hips. “Even monsters watch out for their friends.” That was a lie, but it got the point across.

Sefaro had the decency to look almost ashamed for leading his playmate into the road. The boy frowned, dropping his monster-pose. “Yes, sir.”

With a nod, Link flicked the reins again. Spot walked on.

Dantz looked up as he heard Link’s approach up the stone-lined road. The man wiped his hands on his apron and stepped out from around his shop stall, crossing his arms and looking the younger man up and down. “Well now, what have you got for me?”

Link pulled back on the reins, bidding Spot to stop so he could dismount. “One buck. Three foxes. Four ducks.” One skillful tug at the rope and the knot came loose, freeing the buck to slide off Spot’s back and into Link’s arms. He raised a brow at Dantz, glancing behind him to the hooks where other game was being drained and processed.

The older man scratched his beard. “Don’t worry about hanging it. I don’t have the room for something like that at the moment.” He gestured toward one of the goats, dried scarlet staining white fur down its neck. “I’ll take that one down tonight and put the buck in its place. You can set that down on that spare table there.”

Old wood groaned as Link set the buck as carefully as he could on the wobbly surface. He’d offer to repair it himself, out of courtesy, except the last time Link tried to help build or repair anything without Ultrahand ended with a chunk of birch in his palm. He flexed his hand at the memory. At least that wasn’t the new one… He didn’t know whether to thank Hylia or Rauru or both, but he was glad to have his own flesh back. Even if the powers were pretty useful.

“Eh, these are a little scrawny…” Dantz commented.

Link turned, glaring at Dantz.

“I’m just saying!” Dantz replied, shaking his head. “These foxes are probably out-competing each other. Fox meat’s already tough enough as it is. These aren’t worth preparing for sale.”

The three foxes, lined up next to one another on Dantz’s work table, did have a little less flesh about the ribs than usual. The foxes that darted through Hyrule Field, and especially those in Tabantha, always fetched a good price. Hateno foxes… not so much.

“The ducks look good, though.” Dantz continued, examining the wings and weighing the birds in his hands. “I’ll give you ten each for the ducks, fifty for the buck, and five for the foxes. Their pelts are still worthwhile.”

Link considered the offer. Fifty for the buck? With antlers like that? “Seventy-five.”

Dantz gawked. “You messing with me? No way I’m doing seventy-five. Fifty’s more than fair for this animal.”

“The meat and pelt, maybe.” Link replied. He took hold of one of the antlers at the base, showing it to Dantz as if it escaped the man’s notice. “These alone are worth thirty.”

The older man ground his jaw, reluctantly considering the antlers. “Hmph. Sixty.”

“Seventy.”

“Sixty-five.”

“Deal.” Link stuck out his hand, grinning broadly at the much-bewildered Dantz.

The butcher shook his hand, clicking his tongue. “Who woulda thought the hero would be such a haggler?” Dantz released Link’s hand, heading toward the farmhouse door. “The princess placed an order for sausages this morning. I’ll send you back with those, too.”

Link leaned against one of the stall’s support pillars, looking out at the pastures nearby. Cows and sheep lazily grazed bright green blades of grass, lowing and bleating to each other. Tokk, ever on his stool beside the apple tree, dozed in the shade, occasionally pretending to keep a watch on the sheep by opening one eye before resting his head again on the bark. The pond rippled and shimmered in the afternoon light. Birds chirped and sang, flitting through the orchard. Were it not for the stench of blood, it would have been quite a pleasant afternoon. The occupational hazard of butchers and hunters.

Dantz returned shortly with a sack weighed down with what Link assumed must be sausages, given the shape of the lumps inside. After handing the sack to Link, he offered a silver rupee. “Sixty-five for the buck, thirty for the ducks, and fifteen for the foxes, minus ten for the sausage.”

Link opened his mouth to protest that there was no way he was actually selling venison sausage for ten rupees, but Dantz cut him off before he got the chance.

“I’m sure the princess is waiting for you, Link. I’ve got work to do on what you’ve brought me, and standing around arguing about it isn’t going to put dinner on the table any faster for either of us.” Dantz, despite the dismissal in his words, still held a twinkle of teasing his eyes.

With a huff of annoyance and resignation, Link pocketed the rupees. He would discuss the price of sausages with someone. Either Dantz or Zelda. Ten was ridiculous…

Spot started trotting away as soon as Link mounted him again, snorting the smell of the shop out of his large nostrils. The trip back down the road and across the bridge always went by faster with a lighter load, and Spot’s eagerness to get back home rivaled only Link’s. Hay, salt, and a cozy stall awaited one, and for the other…

No matter how many times he rode across the bridge, Spot’s hooves clopping onto the wooden planks, he never tired of the sight of the front door swinging open.

His heart leapt into his throat.

Her blue eyes sparkled behind wind-teased blonde hair, her radiant smile lighting him up from the inside out. Her lean frame, dressed in the plainness of a Hateno apron with a streak of Champion blue about her waist, stood as a goddess amongst mere mortal trappings.

Five months. For five months he’d had her back, thanked Hylia every day for her smile, her hand in his, her laugh in his ear, her wit, her sweetness, her intelligence, her beauty, her.

Zelda.

Goddess above, when she turned that lovely smile on him… he could forget.

“Welcome home, Sir Knight.” Her old pet name for him rolled so easily off her tongue and into his soul. “How was the hunt?”

“Good.” He answered, hopping off Spot a little quicker than he probably should have, almost stumbling to keep himself upright with the jolt of impact that lurched through his bones. His cheeks warmed, especially as she laughed softly. “Ah, I’ll put Spot up for the night.”

“I’ll be waiting inside. Have you brought the-?”

Link held up the bag, which made Zelda’s smile even more. He’d bring her sausages every day, even if they cost fifteen rupees.

“Excellent. I’ve this new recipe I’d like to try.” She took the bag from his hand, her soft fingers brushing against the scars on his knuckles. “The East Wind had Goron spice for sale today.”

Link’s heart could practically melt just standing in her presence, and almost broke when she waved him into action. Such sweet tragedy, to leave her for a moment to put Spot away. He imagined this is what a puppy feels like when its owner closes the door – he didn’t think he whimpered like one too, but there was always a chance.

Fresh hay and water from the well filled Spot’s troughs. Link led his horse into the stall, locking the door into place once the tail finally swished inside. Their evening ritual nearly complete, Link plucked a ruby-red apple from the tree behind the house and held it out in his flat palm for Spot to take.

“Beats mountain-climbing, huh?” Link joked as Spot sent sloppy chunks of apple tumbling to the grass. “Get some rest. Bright and early tomorrow to get those Bokoblins.” He patted Spot’s nose once more for good measure before heading inside.

The smell of sizzling sausage wafted into his nose as soon as he opened the door. His stomach growled loudly, which alerted Zelda to his presence before he even said a word to her.

Zelda merely laughed, a tinkling bell in his ears. “I’m glad you’re hungry. I probably made too much.” She stirred something bubbling at a rapid boil around in the pot on their stove.

Sausage. Goron spice. Tomatoes. And… he gave the air a curious sniff. Fresh bread? She doesn’t bake… A quick glance at the table confirmed. No, she didn’t bake that loaf. The tell-tale flower-shaped scores gave away the true origin: Prima.

Link plopped down on the stool by the door, tugging off one boot at a time. His feet ached from the day’s work; the freedom afforded by just his stockings a much-needed relief. Maybe he’d gotten soft in the months following the battle. He marveled at how he used to climb mountains and swim rivers day in and out without needing much rest at all. And that time he’d jumped into the Depths and emerged with sackfuls of Zonaite, amazed to discover a whole week had gone by without sleep or sunlight. Now, he was spoiled. And, if he really thought about it, probably gaining a little weight. He curiously pressed a hand against his own waist as he watched Zelda cook, muttering recipe details to herself. A measure of flesh gave way under his fingertips before a layer of hard muscle. Yep. He was spoiled. And he was more than happy to let Zelda spoil him as much as she desired. Goddess knows he does the same for her.

With the boots kicked off by the door, Link joined Zelda at the stove, watching her progress with intense curiosity. “I thought you didn’t like curry.”

Perhaps another would assume that the redness in her cheeks emerged from the heat of the cooking. Her blue eyes darted toward him a moment before looking away. “Yes, well… I wanted to try it again. Tastebuds can change over time, you see. And it has been a long time since I’ve had it. Tens of thousands of years. I might as well give it another go.”

“Mhm.” Link kissed her blushing cheek, his heart beating faster at her smile. “Do dragons eat curry?”

“I don’t know what dragons eat. If they eat at all. They’re immortal. They probably don’t need to.” She frowned, the question tumbling over in her mind. “Which doesn’t make any sense at all, if you think about it. They fly around constantly. That must have been exhausting. And yet I don’t think I- they ever ate anything. Where do they get the energy, I wonder? Some connection to the goddess? Not to mention the harvesting of dragon parts. Those scales and horns do break off sometimes and-“ She stopped suddenly, looking very intensely into Link’s eyes. “Darling, did you… harvest from me?”

Now it was Link’s turn to blush. He laughed sheepishly, rubbing his neck and glancing anywhere but her accusing eyes. “What? No! That’d be so disrespectful!”

Her princess-y eyebrows knit together, her lips pursed. “Hm. A shame. I have no doubt that such concentrated divinity would have been extremely useful to you in your task. There’s no telling what sort of energy could have been channeled through even one scale.”

Link blinked, too stunned to speak.

Zelda spoke enough for the both of them. “It’s of little concern, I suppose. I don’t know how I’d feel about seeing a shard of my former self. I wonder if it’d be like a piece of broken nail or a fallen strand of hair. Inconsequential, you know?. Though it may be much more than that. Maybe there’d still be some divine radiance about the shards. If the other dragons can impart elemental energy to their scales, those of a light dragon would have abilities yet untested. By me, at least. Necessarily.”

He couldn’t keep the goofy smile off his face as she talked herself through a theory. A new chance to marvel at her intelligence presented itself with every dawn. He could listen to her talk for hours about science and speculation. The way her eyebrows worked and her lips pressed together and her tone shifted in pitch as she considered different angles of a problem. “You’re my divine radiance.”

“Ah, oh.” Zelda blushed again. “Thank you. And you’re my…” She scrunched up her nose, trying to think of something clever and poetic. “Darling hero.” She nodded to herself, confirming her best effort at romance.

Despite himself, Link snorted a laugh in response. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve heard all day.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled his head against her neck. “And I’m not just saying that because you’re cooking delicious food.”

“Hm.” Zelda hummed softly, resuming her stirring. A new sound rose in her chest, vibrating through her body and into his. A soft tune, only loud enough for the two of them to hear, warbling only when Link kissed her neck and her breath caught.

He missed her. He missed this. Humming her songs to himself when he cooked was a poor substitute for her voice. His arms tightened around her. Meals tasted better with a song, she’d said. He’d hummed so many in her absence. He hummed clinging to her fur as she wound a slow pace through the skies. He much preferred her like this, where he could wrap both arms around her and hold her and kiss her and listen to her song jump whenever he nibbled at her ear. Soft fur and a gentle glow were nice, he supposed. A poor substitute for the real thing.

“Link, I…” Zelda paused her song, her voice just as quiet in speech as music.

“Hm?” He pressed his lips to her jaw, trailing kisses down her neck and to her shoulder. Her chest expanded with gathered breath. He loosened his grasp to accommodate.

“I need to ask you something.” Her tone held a note of seriousness that made Link look up, breaking him out of the trance she’d put him in. “How would you feel if… a child lived with us?”

The question stunned him. A child? Which one? For how long? That was quite a question! Are their parents that desperate for a break? He couldn’t blame them. He’d probably be exhausted and looking for someone to take the little menaces off his hands for a couple days too. “Not Sefaro.”

“What?” Zelda turned in his arms, facing him. The wooden spoon slid, forgotten, into the curry. Well shit. He’d have to grab another from the wall rack. “No, not Sefaro. A… a different child.”

Link released his princess, getting another ladle off the wall. The length of this one wouldn’t fall into the curry so easily. The other kids didn’t annoy him so much. Sefaro was the odd one out. The boy had threatened to dye Link’s hair in his sleep, and Link wasn’t sure the kid wasn’t capable of carrying it out. As long as it wasn’t Sefaro… “Sure. When? For how long? I promised Thadd I’d go monster hunting tomorrow morning. We won’t be back until late, so I can’t watch-“

“Forever.” Zelda interjected, nervously pulling at her apron strings.

Link nearly dropped the spoon from his hands. He frowned, setting it down into the bowl before answering. His estimation was right. There was no way that would fall into the pot. “Are one of the kids in danger?”

Zelda shook her head, biting her lower lip. “No. I’m not speaking of the children you know.”

Not a child he knows…? “Zel, I’m not following. How can I agree to watch a kid I don’t know? Doesn’t that seem a little unsafe to you?”

She was never very good at hiding things from him. Though he didn’t recall much of his previous life, he knew the way she shifted when she didn’t want to admit something she was ashamed of. The way she balled her fists before mustering the courage to speak. For the years after the Calamity, he’d seen it so infrequently that he wondered if she was still capable of such hesitation. And yet here she was, in their kitchen, trepid as a newborn foal. He wracked his brain to think of why she would suddenly stop trusting him. Had he done something to weaken that trust? Granted, he did let her fall into a crumbling pit of darkness and get sucked into the ancient past and turn into a wyrm. But other than that, he was a model husband!

Her lips parted, and her blue eyes met his. “I mean… a child of our own.”

His heart slammed inside his chest. Could she hear that? There’s no way she couldn’t hear that. All the water left his mouth in an instant as he pieced together what she was trying to convey. He tried and failed to produce words several times, his brain short-circuiting without forming a coherent sentence. He finally managed to eek out a cracked “Really?”

His princess nodded, taking his hands in hers and… placing his palms against her stomach. “Really.”

He couldn’t help it. His gaze stayed transfixed on his hands, broad against her waist. A soft waist, tied round with Champion blue. An odd lump rose in his throat as he tried to process it all. A child. Their child. His and Zelda’s. Their. Child. A real actual honest to Goddess baby.

“Holy shit.”

“Link!” Zelda snapped. “That’s not exactly the response a lady wants when she tells her husband that she’s pregnant. Something a little more refined or reverent even would be more appropri- Mph!”

Link’s mouth slammed against hers, suddenly desperate for her again. His arms snaked around her shoulders, sliding down her to waist and pulling her as close as he could manage. A baby. A baby! No other thoughts jumped about his mind so much as that single word. Not even the delicious scent of curry could pull him away from her. And when he felt her nails gently combing across his scalp, he needed nothing else in the world to be so incredibly, incandescently, perfectly happy. He thought Zelda was all he ever wanted. All he ever needed. And yet, a baby? Their baby? He’d considered it, as a distant possibility, many times. Among other idle daydreams that kept him going on endless nights of restless travel… Yes. He’d imagined this. He’d imagined holding a toddler’s hand and teaching them to walk. Correcting a child’s form as they held a sword or pulled back a bowstring. Carrying a little Zelda on his shoulders as he traveled. All of these were fantasies. Were fantasies. And every single one, in a moment, might become real.

He pulled back, his desperation for her giving way to his lungs’ cries for air. He sucked in a warm breath, unable to keep the grin off his face as he leaned his forehead against hers. “I love you.”

The pads of her fingers traced small shapes at the nape of his neck, her pinky curling around the tiny hairs that escaped his ponytail. “I love you, too, my handsome knight.” She placed a quick, closed-lips kiss on the tip of his nose. “So much.”

His heart might give out right here and now, with how hard it beat against his ribs. He’d faced down white-maned Lynels with less adrenaline in his veins! He laughed softly, as it seemed the only way to diffuse the excess mirth that bubbled out of his chest. “So, what now?”

“Now?” Zelda repeated, a little confused. “I guess we prepare. Starting with-“ She gave the air a sniff. “Oh! Stopping the curry from burning!”

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