#childfic

Severus Snape had a conundrum.

In the past, an invite to a weekend of conferences at the International Potions Convention in Germany would not have posed any form of problem for him.

But that was the in the past. Not now.

Now, he had an entirely new set of considerations when it came to such travel.

Namely, Harry.

Glancing up from his desk, he glanced across at the almost-seven-year-old boy, who was content to lay in front of the fireplace in his office and draw.

Yes, there was the small matter of his adopted son and whom might take responsibility for the boy in his absence.

Severus’ brow furrowed. Since Harry had come into his care over a year ago, the child had, seemingly, grown very attached to him. And though Severus was loathe to admit it, the feeling was fast becoming mutual.

He and Harry had not spent a night apart in that time. Let alone two.

Yet Severus could go, he knew. It was simply a matter of choosing the most appropriate caregiver.

And therein lay the problem.

Dipping the tip of his quill into the inkwell, the potions master began to write a list of possible contenders.

Albus Dumbledore.

No sooner had he written the name down, he immediately struck a line through it. The old man would talk in nonsensical riddles to the child all weekend and fill him full of sugary treats which would no doubt ruin his teeth.

No.

Severus did not wish to return to find his son had become an unstoppable ball of energy. Or worse, a raving lunatic.

Albus Dumbledore was definitely not an option.

Minerva McGonagall.

Severus sighed. A perfect solution under normal circumstances, but he quickly remembered that the deputy headmistress had left the castle that weekend, to visit family.

Filius Flitwick.

He pondered it for a moment but rapidly ruled it out – Harry was already taller than the charms professor, and knowing the boy’s penchant for finding trouble, it was likely a recipe for disaster.

He didn’t even bother to add Pomona Sprout’s name to the list. Last time he had entrusted Harry to her for less than half a day, the boy had ended up alone in the Forbidden Forrest.

Setting down his quill, he sighed.  Perhaps he should ask the boy where he’d like to go?

With a shake of his head, Severus swiftly dismissed the idea. He would only end up having to make not one but two trips to The Burrow, where copious amounts of tea and rock-hard cakes would be forced upon him as he sat surrounded by those snot-nosed Weasley brats. He simply did not have time for such atrocities.

It really was a conundrum – at this rate, the Dark Lord might be a serious contender for the title of babysitter, Severus thought bitterly.

There had to be another choice. Somebody he hadn’t yet thought of.

Who would Harry be happy to stay with? And most importantly, who could he trust?

And then, it dawned on him.

He left early the following morning. He would, of course, travel by floo to the convention, but Severus Snape had never been one for tardiness.

And as he walked back across the ground of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he cast a glance over his shoulder at the caretaker’s hut.

Albus Dumbledore may have been an eccentric old fool who talked in nonsensical riddles most of the time, but there was one thing he often said which Severus found himself agreeing with.

He would trust Hagrid with his life.

TOILD YOU I WAS STILL WORKING ON STUFF!!!!

This one took me a bit to get together but I had an idea and it's HERE

@pyro-sea, two of three down!

Prompt - "Why didn't you say something? Come here."

[In Sickness And In Health] on Ao3

‘No matter the gamble’, his father always said, ‘no matter the challenge, you always win if you maintain your dignity’. 

(Y/N) is pregnant. It’s Thor’s. The only thing is, they’ve never talked about having kids.

Yo, it’s your girl. Big surprise, I’m still alive. And have written something. Shoutout to the person that requested this aeons ago

“Shit. Shit. What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?”

(Y/N) looked down at the two pink lines in front of her. Positive. Fuck. She clenched her phone like a lifeline, the timer buzzing as tears pooled in her eyes.

“Nat?” The other woman cradled the mess on the floor.

“It’ll all be okay.  (Y/N)! It’s Thor’s right?”  (Y/N) hummed, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Then it’ll be fine. He loves you more than anything.”

“We’ve just never talked about kids.”

“So?”

“So? What if he doesn’t want it!”

“(Y/N). As soon as you tell him, everything will be okay.”

The other woman sighed, carding her fingers through her (Y/H/C) hair. “Yeah, you’re right.”

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Telling him. That seemed to be an issue. 

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(Y/N) had been avoiding Thor. That was a fact. 

Whenever he entered a room, she would leave. She had been ignoring his calls and rooming with Nat instead of him. It wasn’t very mature, she could admit. But she was just scared.

“What am I doing?” (Y/N) stared at Nat’s pale ceiling, her hands delicately on her stomach. There’s another human in there. There’s a demigod in there.

“What you think is best, right?” Natasha answered from the window. 

“Is it right? To hide from the man I love? To avoid and lie to him? To deny my child a parent, a society.” She sighed. “I don’t have a clue what I’m doing.”

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Despite her grievances, (Y/N) still refrained from telling Thor anything, but she attempted to remain in his presence when he appeared, repressing her urge to scamper away.

She had, however, noticed that Thor had become a lot more stoic and reserved around her and a part of her yearned for his wide smile or infectious laugh.

You’re driving him away. Perfect. Ruin him and your baby.

Her relationship was stale and her baby was growing. It couldn’t get worse.

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Apparently, it could.

___________________________________ “ (Y/N)!” Sam burst into the library, the woman in question curled up in a chair.

“Sam? What is it?”

“Thor’s leaving for Asgard. Like right now.” His tone was breathless like he had sprinted to her.

She felt her blood go cold.

“What?”

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“Thor? You’re leaving?”

“My beloved no longer wants me. What more am I to do?”

Tears fell down her (Y/C) face. “I knew you would leave,” she whispered. “If you knew the truth, you’d run faster.”

“What? That you slept with another man! That you have lost all love for me! That you’ve moved on from me!” Thor cried, his body taught and tone hard.

(Y/N) avoided his eye, her body shaking. 

Thor stumbled back. “What could be worse?”

The beautiful (Y/C) woman sighed. “I’m pregnant.”

Thor’s head snapped up, her words swept away on the wind.

“Is it mine?” The norse god crept close to his girlfriend, hope twinkling in his eye.

(Y/N) laughed weakly. “Of course she is Thor!”

“She?”

“We have a daughter.”

A splitting grin appeared on Thor’s face.

(Okay so I know that realistically there is no way for them to know the gender of their baby as (Y/N) is only 5 weeks pregnant. But I wrote it. And I like it. So it stays. 

Illustration based on Home of the brave, a fic by MonocerosRex on AO3 (happens after CA:TWS) [ It was Bucky, standing in a pool of his own blood, one shoulder propped against the doorframe as if he could barely stand, face deathly pale. A little girl covered in dirt and blood clutched his right arm, leaves caught in her mane of springy black curls. A tiny baby was carefully cradled in his left, black streaks of grime standing out against its china-pale skin

“I need your help.” ]

Quoting the writer: "Please ignore the fact that I am four (FIVE) years late to this particular party and enjoy my bullshit."

Rating: G

Word Count: 840

Tags: fluff, childhood friends AU, childfic partially

Parning: shance

Shiro had always loved to come with his uncle to visit his friend. Those two weeks were probably best of the summer break and he looked forward to them the whole year. He had been asked to tag along when he was eight. His mother had been terrified to leave him alone with her brother. “What will you do if he says he wants to go home the next day? Just fly him back?” But Shiro never did. Of course, the beginning had been scary, as the arrival in a different country with different culture could be for an eight years old. But it was also exciting and fascinating. Helping out at his uncle’s friends beach bar, Shiro got accustomed to the life there in a blink.

During his sixth visit, when he was returning from the store with a full bag early in the morning, he was run over by a boy. A little child, who was much younger than him. “Lance! You can’t run around like that. Now come here and apologize.” A girl, apparently his older sister, yelled at him, when she stopped next to Shiro, who sat on the ground with confusion bubbling in his eyes. “I’m really sorry about my brother.” The girl grabbed Shiro’s bag and stuffed the spilled things back inside. “Sowwy!” The bright voice next to him startled Shiro to a yelp. He looked at the little boy, whose equally bright smile revealed a missing front tooth.

Veronica and Lance were also headed to the beach, as Shiro found out. They had moved here just this year and really, really loved the beach. Especially Lance. He always begged his parents or siblings to go with him and Veronica usually succumbed first. There was just something about seeing Lance’s smile and his shining eyes, which reflected the ocean, that made one’s day happier as well.

After the initial incident, Shiro saw them almost every day. Since they knew, where to find him, they always stopped by to say hello. And Shiro was always happy to come out with them to play. Of course Shiro had befriended local children, but with spending here only two weeks out of the year, he felt more like an outsider the older he got. It was a common ground he shared with Veronica, which made them get along so easily. And Lance? Lance got strangely attached to Shiro. He always demanded to go swim with Taka. Build a sand castle with Taka. Play tag with Taka. Or have Taka tell him a story. Veronica even teased Shiro he got himself an eternal admirer, judging by how often Lance talked about him at home as well.

When Shiro’s last day of vacation came, their goodbyes were heartfelt. Veronica hugged him so tight and so long, Shiro’s uncle joked about preparing a wedding for next year. “No! No!” Little hands clawed at Shiro’s thigh and shirt at that, trying to pull him down. “What is it Lance?” Shiro laughed as he squatted to be at Lance’s level. Only to have his hair grabbed and be pulled in for a little kiss directly on his lips. “I’m gonna mawwy Taka!” Lance proclaimed loud, with a big, proud grin as he jumped at Shiro. He wound his arms around Shiro’s neck and held on tight, so Shiro had to lift him up. “Oh, are you now?” Veronica pinched his little leg and all of them laughed at Lance’s promises that were full of a young child’s sincerity. They took photos with Shiro’s uncle’s Polaroid before they said their final goodbye.

With a fond smile Shiro runs his thumb over the wooden photo frame. He had returned for three more year, before his studies at the Garrison became too heavy. Veronica and Lance were always waiting for him. After their last goodbye, Shiro, knowing he wouldn’t be returning next year, expected to meet them again maybe year later. But they reunited sooner that he imagined at the Garrison. Even then, Shiro would have never thought that Lance’s childhood promise would ever come true.

“What are you looking at, Taka?” A warm weight leans against his side. Lance presses his cheek against Shiro’s shoulder and glances down at the photo as well. “Just getting lost in memories, I guess.” Shiro smiles as he puts the frame back. There are two identical photos of thirteen years old him holding a clingy, five years old Lance in his arms. They sit as a reminder on each side of their wedding photo, that things could have gone completely different, if Lance’s love for the ocean had been any less and didn’t cause him to run Shiro over that day. “What do you say we go out for a dinner tonight?” Shiro gazes at Lance with the intensity of all their married years, feeling like celebrating the simple fact of them being where they were today. “I would love that.” Lance answers with a smile and stretches his neck to press a loving kiss on his husband’s lips.

“Playing as grownups” or “Playing like that movie”.

Hi! I'm #1 from yesterday's ITMF and Thanks a lot!!!!

I've read Grow before and enjoyed the other two very much as well.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Kid Peter Parker, childfic, Precious Peter Parker, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Ficlet, Empathy, Vegetables, Parent-Child Relationship, Baby Peter Parker, kind of he’s like three or four idk, I’m bad with kids, but do read my childfic, Irondad, Innocent Peter Parker Series: Part 6 of Art’s Unrelated Irondad & Spiderson One-Shots Summary:

“Peter,” Tony began, far more patient than most parents would be at this point, “you need to eat your vegetables, or else how do you expect to grow up and be a strong superhero?”

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