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The below snippet comes from the next chapter of "Soaring," my re-write fic. It's a heavy emotional fic, but one that's a definite labor of love because I positively love checking on my Post-Flock family. This one features a sweet scene between Uncle Jakey and his favorite nephew.

Curious now by them stopping once they reached the sofa in the living room, the sweet boy tilted his head. He didn’t see his grandpa or daddy anywhere down here. In fact, it looked like it usually did whenever his Uncle Jake spent the night. But something inside told him this was different from the past times his uncle stayed over. “Where’s Daddy?” he asked after a few moments. His bottom lip trembled as he waited for his uncle’s response. “Asleep, Sam-I-Am,” answered his uncle, using one of his many names for the toddler. “He was pretty scared, too. Just like Grandpa Mav even was.” He then lowered his voice and tilted his head to meet Sammy’s curious gaze. “Like I am, Sammy,” he whispered to him. “You are?” His bluish-green eyes widened comically as his mouth hung open in utter shock. But . . . but his Uncle Jake never seemed to be scared before. He always was big and strong and brave like Spiderman.

Daeron comes back from Winterfell with baby dragon. No one other than Daeron knows what happened ("I fell in the hotsprings and almost died" is the story he goes with… which to be fair is sorta what happened, old gods mind tripping a nine year old is a lot scarier), which in turn makes it super duper fun to figure out How To Train A Dragon When There Are No Dragon Keepers Left. Maekar is half scared, half pleased, and wholly unprepared to deal with the King's demans they stay in KL ('No we're going to Summerhall, I'm Prince of Summerhall, fuck off' 'Did you just tell the king to fuck off?' 'Yes I fucking did').

Ooo fun question.

And now I got to thoughts.

They knew they were betrothed when around Alysanne was told she was going South because Daeron spent time in the North and in Winterfell, and Daeron was told when he got home and figured, 'Oh, good, I know her, she knows me, we can make this work great, I get to marry one of my besties,' seeing her as epic BFF and not a girl at all (Daeron just likes people, pretty people, strong people, snuggly people, all the people).

More below.

Then puberty hit. Puberty hit HARD. Except it didn't hit Aly until she as like 16 and before that was bemoaning the fact every other girl around her was stunning and there she was, ugly duckling in court, and threatened to go back North, and Dyanna took pity and took her and the girls on no-boys-allowed ladies trip to Starfall. Maekar was bemoaning the lack of wife, dealing with hormonal Daeron, Wyle, and Valarr (Baelor shuffled off The Talk to Maekar, sorry bro) as all 16 year old boys could be, as Aerion sulked and tried to follow Dyanna (‘I can be one of the girls please take me away from those three’), Aegon is going feral, and Aemon is sitting the corner reading about blood rituals before asking if he could be a maester.

HELLO ALEC okay this is from my "something something bucktommy meet again for the first time in over a year at a group therapy session for guardians of grieving children, wait what do you mean TOMMY'S the guardian of a grieving child" kidfic ! this will be a fun one :)

a friend asked about kidfic prompts for your ship raising a kid together and i made a little list for them, so thought i would share! :)

Bedtime rituals - bath time, bedtime stories, who does the tucking in, etc

Parents teaching kid(s) to cook/bake

Parents teaching kid(s) to swim

Parents teaching kid(s) to ride a bike

Family road trip

Family camping trip

Siblings are having a fight and drag their parents into it

Siblings are having a fight and the parents need to intervene to save the sanity of the entire household

Family movie night - who gets the great privilege of picking the movie, and how much does everyone else hate them for it?

Seasonal traditions

Holiday traditions

Parents throwing their kid a birthday party

Kid(s) throwing their parent a birthday party

Mother's Day

Father's Day

Kid confiding in their parent about their first crush

One parent takes one of the kids on a trip to do an activity together that no one else in the family really likes

Kid A brings home the flu/a cold from school and suddenly the whole house is sick

Getting a new family pet and debating what to name it

Parent(s) helping kid(s) with their homework

First day of school

School graduation (be it kindergarten, primary school, high school, college, etc.)

Little league sports

Parent-teacher conference night

In which our heroes do what no one else can do. Send a Kingsguard knight into full panic during playtime.

“You see this, yes?”

“... playing. Playing and picnicking on the Iron Throne. Children. None of them cut.”

He heard the choking sound and looked up to see the other knight, eyes blown wide and filled with disbelief. “None of them?”

“Nope. Not a single cut. Prince Valarr said the little lady is going to be his Hand. Prince Daeron to be Hand of the Hand, whatever that means. The Manderly boy is his Master of Ships. They planned it all out. Prince Daeron will be riding a dragon back and forth from Summerhall to the Red Keep to Winterfell, Prince Valarr will make it so his cousin can marry the little Lady Stark and Lord Manderly, and then have a wedding on the Isle of Faces. Something about marrying a girl with pink hair too, for his queen, a lady who loves the sea. And puppies, they all want puppies, as many puppies as the kennels can care for. Everyone in Westeros shall have a puppy.”

As if right on cue, little Prince Daeron comes running up, a sweetbun in each hand, and holds them out with the biggest, sweetest smile he has ever seen on any child in the Red Keep. Gently he picks up both and hands the second bun over to Donnel, and the little boy actually wiggles with happiness before running back to join the others.

“Donnel.”

“Gwayne?”

“Please go gather the Crown Prince, Prince Maekar, Lord Stark, and Lord Manderly. They might want their children back.”

“Oh… of course.”

When the younger man leaves, and Gwayne is alone, watching the children be ever so gentle with the puppies and mother dog, he tentatively takes a bite of the sweetbun, and has only one thought coming to his mind.