and there you are, a shooting star

First appearance -> last appearance

The bard, craving knowledge, makes his way to the Mage’s Guild of Enclave, where he spends his day in their vast libraries. Though deeply devoted to his studies, he still makes time for the occasional adventure. 

girldad!steve means he gets saturday morning duties. after a long week of dropping off your gaggle of girls to school, dance classes, and soccer practice, it's steve's turn to spend some chaotic time with his little girls.

the smell of coffee pulls you from your slumber, but it's the gentle kiss on your forehead that makes you open your eyes.

"good mornin', mama," steve hums as he set the cup on your nightstand, "breakfast will be ready in 10 minutes. the girls made pancakes."

rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you sit up with a giggle, "you mean they burned pancakes and you managed to save what you could..."

you hands fall away from your face as you give him a hopeful look, "... and a kitchen that i don't have to clean?"

he chuckles at that, leaning against the doorframe, "already taken care of, hun."

the sight of him standing there sends a pang of nostalgia through you. when he used to stand in the doorframe of your parents' house while you got ready for a date. back then, he sported a polo, jeans, and some fresh nikes that he kept in pristine condition. but now he opted for a flannel and jeans, with some atrocious sneakers that he labeled to be "practical dad shoes". and down the hall, the patter of feet and gleeful giggles echos towards your bedroom as the girls come searching for their father.

"daddy," your oldest calls out sweetly.

"yeah, princess?" his attention shifts from you in the bed to your daughters in the hallway.

the way his eyes light up in endearing...

... but the moment is short lived as your youngest shouts, "charge!"

steve startles and makes a run for the bed, but he was far too slow. the girls have already attached themselves to him, one girl clinging to each leg. and when he attempts to take a step forward, steve crumbles to his knees. the girls squeal as they dog pile onto their father's back. you can't help but take a moment to enjoy the moment as your daughters' attention cuts up to your bed.

"we did it, mommy! we defeated daddy!" your oldest announces.

steve makes a strangled sound of defeat and plays dead. with a nod of your head, you quickly agree, "yes, you did girls. good job!"

your daughters continue to celebrate when steve quickly gets back on his knees. he's got a girl in each arm, pretending to rise from the dad as he lifts them up, "i live!"