I just thought of a funny crack idea so I was wondering if you could do a fic for Astra and Veremonte with a baby grandkid that for some is obsessed with their beard like the baby cries but the second they snuggle the baby using their beard the baby just starts giggling. So now their stuck with a baby that is constantly playing with their beard. I got the idea for watching those videos of babies freaking out when they see their dad without a beard.
A/n:Your wish is my command.
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Astra
You casually strolled inside your dad's large castle that is his hideout. You followed the traces of his awakend powers and saw him training his force control outside in solidute. You smiled and sat down on a couch nearby.
On your lap the the cutest babygirl dressed in pastle pink silk poof dress,the one that princess would wear back in the middle ages. A cute bow around her head and a pacifier in her mouth she sucked on.
Later you heard footsteps approach and saw your dad. You smiled and got up.
''Hello Y/n, i didnt know you were visiting me today''He said with a hug you happy received. He pinch B/n's chubby cheek before sitting down.
''I was around so i figured i would visit you.''
''Well,im happy you did'' He said holding his arms out, he didnt need to say anything-you know it already.
You handed him B/n over who giggled in her grandfather's lap.
Astra adjusted his hold with the care of someone handling sacred relics. “She’s grown,” he murmured, brushing a hand down her back. “She feels stronger too… already. It’s in her blood.”
“She bit through her rattle yesterday,” you said casually, plopping back down on the couch. “She’s definitely yours.”
He huffed a quiet laugh. “A strong lineage, then.”
And just as he leaned down to kiss the top of her head,it happened.
Tiny, pudgy fingers shot up with startling speed and latched onto his goatee like her life depended on it.
Your dad froze.
''Peanut,het go of grandpa's-''
Peanut aka B/n just giggled louder and tucked again. Astra laughed and carefully pried her small hand off.
''Careful darling,grandpa love's his little goatee'' Your dad said
that was like the first time you saw your dad not destroy something.Usually that grade of audicity around him would lead to the destruction of dignity and a country.
''Im...sorry dad''You apologized but to your surpirse he laughed and bounced peanut up and down.
''like mother,like daughter....brings me back to when you were a baby...my goodness,you wouldnt let go''
Veramonte
Veramonte Patrick, one of the top 10 and strongest awakend man in the world and time of age was blessed with 3 sons and one daughter who he treated as a princess. So when the Princess gave birth to her Princess,Veramonte was overjoyed.His other grandsons,Jurion and Ian-your brother's sons would play with their nephews(9 and 8) as your father held your princess. Little baby headpiece around her head as she wore a little dress with frills and white socks.
But in Veremonte’s lap sat silence. Golden silence.
The little princess—his granddaughter—lay nestled against his robe, all frills and bows and baby powder scent. Her socks were slightly crooked, one falling off at the toe. Her dress was so puffed up around her waist that she looked like a cupcake with limbs. A very serious cupcake.Veremonte gazed down at her with a pride he feels everything he gets the honour to hold a infant of his family.
This?
This was legacy.
She blinked slowly, pacifier bobbing in her mouth as her tiny hand began to explore. First, the buttons of his sleeves. Then the fabric. Then Rapunze-
You saw your dad face tilted down as your princess yanked his beard.
Five stubby fingers tangled into the thick, regal mass of hair on his chin. She gave it one good tug, then squealed like she’d just uncovered the secret of the universe.
Veremonte froze.
This was the third time she’d done it. And each time, it brought the same result: absolute joy. Kicks. Giggles. Face shoved so deep into his beard that she looked like she was trying to hibernate inside it.
He sighed deeply, a slow rumble in his chest. “Out of all my blessings,” he muttered, “I did not foresee being conquered by an infant.”
From across the garden, your voice rang out: “She has your hair, your temper, and now your beard.”
He gave you a long, tired look as B/n let out another peal of laughter, chewing his beard like it was cotton candy. Pacifier throw aside on the ground
“Truly,” he muttered, “I have met my match.”
You only smiled. Because the strongest man in the world? He was now officially the beard holder, binky re-inserter, and royal baby pillow.
