Time for a Childish Wednesday

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Greetings my darlings, I'm still classics_lover and I'm still hosting this week. To get us over Hump Day, how about Childhood? Prompts and fills can de-age adult characters, focus on canon kids, go back in time to when the characters were kids or introduce kids to the characters/fandoms you love so well. Have fun with it!

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Iron Man movieverse, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, Tony is a surprisingly good babysitter, which gives Pepper ideas...

+ Assassin's Creed (Renaissance Trilogy), Ezio Auditore/Sofia Sartor + Flavia, Ezio is a doting Daddy

+ Author's choice, author's choice, "Well, it turned {pronoun} into (a) kid(s)." "How can you tell?" "If {pronoun} was/were adult(s) right now, {they}'d be really annoyed by that."

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[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Iron Man movieverse, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, Tony is a surprisingly good babysitter, which gives Pepper ideas...

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman: TAS, Harley Quinn/Bruce Wayne, their adoptive children turn out much like you'd expect

this is totally your fault for that headcanon post. :> also this is CRACK.

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

It takes about twenty minutes of Harley walking around the Batcave and sighing heavily for Bruce to notice. He's working - despite Harley insisting that Poison Ivy is harmless, the fact is Bruce can't just let her get away with trying to kill half the staff of a local pharmaceutical company - even if they do probably deserve it.

"Something wrong?" Bruce asks eventually. He doesn't look up from the Bat Computer.

"Well…" Harley starts.

Bruce puts in a few possible locations that Ivy might be holed up – he knows better than to ask Harley.

"You know I have to take her in," Bruce says. "It's nothing personal. Well," he makes a face. Ivy did hit him with a pretty potent pollen the last time he saw her, and he spent the next three days terrified of everything from grass to sunflowers to the hedges outside the manor. "It's a little personal."

"It's not that." Harley sighs again. "You'll catch her, she'll escape again, the same old cycle no harm done."

"Probably a little harm," Bruce says. He looks up from the computer. "What is it, then?"

"It's the kids," Harley says.

"The… oh." She means Dick, Bruce supposes, and Tim, and maybe Barbara. Bruce doesn’t say that Harley referring to them that way is probably at least part of the problem.

Without invitation, Harley curls up in the chair in front of the computer, settling on Bruce's lap. Bruce – decides not to say anything yet.

"Y'know, I always wanted to be a mother," Harley says. "Couple brats playing in the yard, causing trouble, maybe one good one around to help me out in case their dad turned out to be a deadbeat – and the way I was going for a while, that part was a sure thing."

They share a look. That's about all they usually spare for Harley's time with the Joker.

"But I never figured I'd be mom to a bunch of little vigilante snots."

"They're good kids," Bruce murmurs.

"Tim called me a gold-digging jester who couldn't cook a meal to save my life."

"That's not fair," Bruce says, barely containing a laugh. Harley truly is a horrific cook – not that he can talk. "You haven't worn your costume in months."

Not since the last time they had a fight and Harley ran off on a crime spree with Ivy and Catwoman. Barbara had asked Bruce what it was with him and his exes and Bruce couldn't offer a decent explanation.

"Hey," Harley says. She pouts, which Bruce finds – far too distracting. He needs to work.

Bruce takes her hand. "These things take time," he says. "You can't expect them to understand it when we barely do."

"Sure, but…"

"They were raised to fight criminals. That doesn't leave them with a lot of trust."

"I suppose."

Bruce puts his hand on Harley's cheeks, tilts his head up and kisses her, soft and (hopefully) reassuring. "But I have every confidence that given enough time, you'll be a good – mother."

"The best. I could even ask Alfred to show me how to cook again."

Bruce chokes, then catches Harley's grin and realizes she's joking. Thank god. "Or," Bruce says. "You could call up your friend and ask her where she's hiding so that I can get off work early."

Harley laughs at him, bouncing back off his lap and skipping away. "Fat chance, B-man!" she calls back.

Bruce sighs, and gets back to work.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Assassin's Creed (Renaissance Trilogy), Ezio Auditore/Sofia Sartor + Flavia, Ezio is a doting Daddy

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, "Well, it turned {pronoun} into (a) kid(s)." "How can you tell?" "If {pronoun} was/were adult(s) right now, {they}'d be really annoyed by that."

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Gotham (TV), The Joker + Any, he's a kid the same age as Bruce

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Dragon age (Origins or 2), Cullen, a baby is left at Kinloch Hold/the Gallows and Cullen has been assigned to test it for magic. Cullen is at a loss how to deal with an infant.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, "What is it?" "It's a child." "Smithers Get it off me!"

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Gotham (TV), Harley Quinn, Pigtails

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Superman: TAS, Lex Luthor/Clark Kent, baby pictures

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Any, Any non Mpreg, accidental pregnancy

[marlex.livejournal.com]

any, any/any, their child blows up the garage

Fill

[tuxedo-elf.livejournal.com]

Filled with Young Wizards, Nita/Kit and their daughter.

(Written rather quickly, hope it's okay!)


Kit Rodriguez had hoped, somewhat in vain, that it was going to be a quiet day. The family had been busy lately and an easy day was long overdue. However his hopes were quickly dashed when his daughter raced by, her arms full of – stuff.

“Em? You need any help with that?” He asked, trying to get a better look at what she was carrying. She'd been a wizard for a little over a year now and was, to say the least, enthusiastic.

Emilia 'Em' Rodriguez barely stopped to shake her head as she hurried out the door. “No thanks, Dad! I've got this!”

Kit sighed. Had he been that much of a whirlwind at eleven? He snorted. No. He'd been worse.

“What's she doing now?” Nita asked, having narrowly avoiding collision as she came in at the same time Em dashed out. “And was that my mother's clock?”

Kit shrugged. “Some kind of spell... I didn't get chance to ask what. And yes, I think it was.”

“Well, I hope she's careful with it this time. It's still keeping a twenty eight and a half hour day from the last time she borrowed it.” She stopped and smiled indulgently. “It's nice though, isn't it? Sharing it with her.”

“Yeah, it is,” Kit nodded, picking up his coffee.

No sooner had he raised the mug to his lips that there was an earth-shattering bang (and he knew what those felt like) followed by a hail of debris hitting the house. “What the hell?” He turned to look at Nita, who looked every bit as horrified as he felt and they rushed outside together.

Next to the house, there was a gaping hole where their garage had been. Smoke was rising from flames that flickered almost cheerfully around the shards of twisted metal. In the middle of it all stood Em, covered in soot and dirt and clutching her grandmother's clock. “Um... the spell... didn't go quite right.”

“No kidding,” Kit said dryly.

Nita bit her lip, trying not to laugh. A spell gone awry wasn't funny really – except when it was. And then she saw something.

“Kit...” Nita said, pointing down as something emerged from behind Em's legs. She groaned as a two foot, six legged and very confused purple alien slowly approached.

“I... I can fix this...” Emilia said quickly, giving her parents her sweetest look and trying to stand in front of the unexpected alien.

“I'm sure,” Kit said, then groaned as he heard people approaching. There really was never enough time. “Neets, I'll deal with our - guest. You talk to the neighbours.”

Nita sighed and ushered her daughter inside the house before anyone saw the state of her and she had more to explain. Kit always got the easy jobs.

End

[marlex.livejournal.com]

Young Wizards, Nita/Kit, their child doesn't return from his/her ordeal

In air or in water, still I am there (Young Wizards, Kit/Nita)

[possibilityleft.livejournal.com]

It's been a long time since Nita and Kit have been on the moon. Nita didn't realize how long until she had to look up parts of the spell that she knew she used to have memorized. Of course, part of it might be the grief. She didn't feel like she had the energy for much, right now, but the Powers were being kind.

Years ago, she might have thought that the Powers owed her this one, or that they were apologizing, but she knew better than that now. They were being as kind as they knew how to be, within the proper bounds of the universe.

Nita and Kit landed near their favorite place and carefully linked their bubbles, and then sat down, hand in hand. They were silent.

Earth looked small from here. It was a green and blue jewel hanging in the black velvet sky.

"She would have loved it up here," Nita said, and her voice broke. She knew, she knew her daughter was waiting for her in Timeheart, that her service to the universe meant that it would last just that much longer, but knowing this only eased her heart a little. She kept turning around wanting to hear Izzy's voice, to tell her something silly and see the flash of her braces as she laughed. She was eleven, hadn't had her growth spurt yet, and her best friend was one of Ponch's avatars. (He'd done his best to bring her back, but even the best dog in the world couldn't always win the day.)

Izzy had known her parents were wizards. They'd had a lot of talks about telling her while they were off duty during Nita's pregnancy -- how, and when, and how the child would react. Of course, nothing had gone how they expected. Raising kids was like that. Her father had laughed when she told him.

They hadn't gone to the moon together. The older they got, the rarer it was that they left the planet, especially after Tom and Carl retired and they became Seniors themselves. Nita and Kit knew that wizardry generally skipped a generation, and they hadn't expected their child would be offered the Oath, although they had prepared her. Perhaps her children would be wizards.

Perhaps they would have been.

Kit clutched her hand tighter; he was hurting her a little but she didn't pull away. The moon was silent except for their breathing, and occasional sniffle.

"She would have loved it," Kit repeated. "Can't you see her, tasting moon dust just to see what it's like?"

Nita laughed through her tears, wiping her face on her arm and then burying her face in her hands, shoulders shaking.

She'd want to see the moon landing site, Nita said, in Kit's head, because her voice wasn't working anymore. We'd have to talk her out of stepping into the famous footprints.

Or taking photos. It would be pretty hard to explain those to her friends, Kit said. It hadn't surprised either of them that Izzy's cell phone had been her Manual. It was at home, sitting on the kitchen table, screen scratched and silent.

They sat together on the moon until their air began running low. Then they stood up and dusted themselves off and helped each home, where their families were waiting for them.

It was hard, but when it was hardest, Nita closed her eyes and thought of the moon and kept breathing. She would see Timeheart someday, and her daughter and the other people she'd lost would be there, preserved with love.

In Life's name, for Life's sake...

[marlex.livejournal.com]

Guardians of the Galaxy, Peter Quill, his first days/weeks after his abduction

[marlex.livejournal.com]

DCU, Dick Grayson/Barbara Gordon, raising a child in Gotham

Minifill

[quitehopeless.livejournal.com]

A/N: The dialogue twisted itself on me at the end.

---

"What's wrong with raising a kid in Gotham?" Dick asked, his hand moving in slow circles over Barbara's stomach. "We grew up here. I don't think we turned out too bad. You turned out very nice."

"Nightwing," she said, and that was all it took, really.

"Yeah, I suppose we're not exactly ideal spokespeople for it. We're not exactly... normal. Or well-adjusted."

"Especially not you, Boy Wonder."

"You're just mad because you're craving cornflakes again."

"No, I'm mad because you ate them all."

[marlex.livejournal.com]

A Song of Ice and Fire, Arya + any, They see her as a child. It's a mistake they rarely live to regret.

[bk_forever]

Torchwood, Rhiannon, Mica, David. Mica is a dreamer, just like Ianto when he was little. David is more like her.

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Agents of SHIELD, Phil and Melinda + Skye, AU where they raise her.

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Agents of SHIELD, Phil and Melinda, Trick or Treating with their little captain America dressed kid.

[alcimines.livejournal.com]

Winning the Argument (Phil/Melinda, Agents of SHIELD, PG)

“Phil?” Melinda said quietly.

Too quietly.

All of Phil’s defenses immediately went into ‘Loki is back in town’-mode. When Melinda got like that, a wise man became careful. Very careful.

“Yes, dear?” Phil said warily.

“Steve’s costume is just fine,” Melinda said through gritted teeth. Dear God, she loved her husband, but he could be such an incredible nerd sometimes.

Phil paused, trying to balance heresy with personal safety. Then he took a deep breath and plunged ahead. “Melinda, I’m just pointing out a few minor issues with little Steve’s costume…”

Melinda picked up a two page, single-spaced, 6 point font document and waved it dangerously close to Phil’s face. Death by multiple paper-cuts was a definite possibility if she kept doing that.

“His! Costume! Is! Fine!” Melinda hissed as she crumpled up Phil’s commentary and then neatly arced it into a nearby wastebasket.

Phil took another deep breath. “If you just look at the pictures I sent you. They clearly show that...

Melinda pulled out her phone. After a flurry of button pushing, she brought up a picture. Steve Rogers had sent it.

Phil took a long look at the picture.

Yep. Steve had modified his costume. In fact, he’d modified it to the standards of the costume that little Steve was going to wear for trick-or-treating.

“Okay. You win this round,” Phil said stiffly.

Melinda smiled and put her hands on either side of her husband’s face, “How does it feel to have an arch-foe?”

Phil thought that over. “Well, I never imagined that if I ever had an arch-foe, I’d spend so much time sleeping with her."

Melinda shrugged. “It’s part of the new era. Like Batman and Catwoman.”

“Who?” Phil asked.

[silver_sun]

Being human, Anthony McNair + Tom McNair, if you told him a year ago that he'd be a werewolf and adopted dad to the worlds only werewolf toddler he'd have told you you were out of your mind.

[falkner]

any, any, accidental baby acquisition

Fill, Part I - Star Trek AOS [PG]

[peppermint-wow.livejournal.com]

---

"The hell is that?" Leonard asked when Jim materialized on the transporter pad with the rest of the landing party.

Jim grinned and hefted the large wicker basket. "Neat, isn't it?" he asked, stepping off the pad and moving to the doctor's side while the rest of the party followed the nurse down to Medical. "One of the locals gave it to me."

Leonard raised an eyebrow. "Made some new friends, did you?"

"Aw, don't be jealous, Bones," Jim said, winking. "They just recognize awesomeness when they see it and reward it duly."

Leonard stared at the wicker contraption. It was small, maybe a foot wide by eighteen inches long. The lid was tightly secured with leather straps. "It's ugly."

"It's art," Jim said.

Leonard conceded with a shrug. "Alright, it's ugly art."

Jim sighed and hugged the basket to his chest. "You have no sense of vision, you know that?"

"It's a bunch of twigs, Jim," Leonard said, leading him out of the transporter room. "Not much to visualize beyond that."

Jim grinned and broke away from Leonard's side, heading for his quarters.

"Hey!" Leonard called after him. "You haven't been cleared yet."

"Just going to drop this off," Jim said over his shoulder. "It's getting kind of heavy."

"If you're not down in my office in five minutes I'm coming after you," Leonard said, pointing a long finger at Jim's retreating form.

Jim laughed. "Is that a threat or a promise?"

"Both!" Leonard shouted before following the other crew members to Sickbay.

---

Jim wasn't sure where to put his new basket. The desk was already crowded and the counter near the kitchenette was a little too small. There was an end table next to his bed, but then Jim would have to move the chrono and lamp.

Jim plopped the basket down onto his bed and sat next to it. It felt good to finally be off his feet. The humidity of the planet still clung to his skin and there was red clay caught under his fingernails. Dust was streaked across his face from the windstorm that had begun to pick up upon their departure and the inside of his mouth felt a little gritty.

Jim looked around his quarters. He supposed he could clear off a space on the bookshelf, but the basket was a little too wide. Knowing Jim, he'd knock it to the floor every time he walked by. He'd probably just leave it on the squat table by the door, maybe store little knick-knacky things in it.

Jim glanced down at the basket. It was a solid piece of work, not overly ornate, but still pretty. The wood fibers were a rich brown, laced through here and there with taupe and several light shades of green. The brass buckles gleamed brightly and the leather was soft under Jim's fingers.

With a sigh, Jim pushed himself to his feet. He'd already gone over his five minutes, and Leonard was the sort of man who always made good on his promises. And threats. Rubbing a palm over his dirty face, he headed for the door.

A soft gurgle sounded behind him.

Jim's steps slowed, stopped. Lowering his hand, Jim turned, blue eyes scanning the room. There was only his bedroom furniture, sheets neat and tidy and chrono ticking away the seconds. The basket sat innocently at the edge of the mattress.

The basket.

Which he'd never bothered to open while planet-side.

Which had been suspiciously heavy the whole time he'd carried it.

Which he'd probably should have had checked out before bringing back to his quarters.

"Huh," Jim muttered to himself, crossing back to the bed. Grabbing each strap in turn, Jim made quick work of threading the leather through the buckles, loosing two of them before peeling back the lid.

Brown eyes stared up at him from beneath a rough, hand-woven blanket.

Jim's own eyes widened in disbelief. "Aw, crap."

The baby gurgled again before stuffing a little fist into its mouth.

---

(Continued below)

[falkner]

DCU, Batfam, Talia leaves Damian with Bruce when Dami's still a baby and everybody has to learn how to take care of him

[falkner]

Kingdom Hearts, Kairi, life in Radiant Garden

[falkner]

Kingdom Hearts, Even & Ienzo, what does Ienzo do at the castle/labs?

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

DCU, Tim Drake, he's an only child, it's not his fault if he's the worst at interacting with kids

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

lol wtf we just prompted at the same time and I was just about to prompt something close to the same thing as this. WE ARE FREAKY OKAY.

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

any, any, all the these kids have gone astray

Fill: It Will Be In Self-Defense (A Song of Ice and Fire, Stark kids, drabbles)

[silvr-dagger.livejournal.com]

Robb Stark is dead.

Word passes along the roads, borne on the tongues of refugees and soldiers: the hope of the North, the wolf-king fallen, thrown in an unmarked grave.

These are Bolton lands now, and people speak of the young king in hushed voices when they speak at all, bolt their doors at night and huddle around meager fires as the snow falls fast outside, not for warmth but in fear.

Robb is dead, but his lady mother... walks, they say, and then say no more of that.

A name and a legacy are not so easy to kill.

.

Secure behind stone walls, Jeyne listens, and learns, having long since learned to listen. She is dressed in silks, with snowy spills of lace at wrist and throat, and she knows the difference between being secure and being safe. She had another name once, but it is better not to remember it.

So she remembers other things instead, like what lace can hide and which poisons are tasteless, and how to smile so that no one disbelieves you. Each night, she smiles so, practicing the words she cannot yet say.

"A glass of wine, papa, to help you sleep?"

.

Bran, cradled in the great roots of a sleeping god, sheds his skin and dreams.

In his dreams he spreads his wings and glides high over snowfields, buffeted by icy winds, and rivers and forested hills stretch before him like a map on a campaign table, a landscape perfectly delineated.

Beneath him, an army gathers, and he sees the pale of their skin, the blue flame of their eyes. He sees the winter in their footsteps, and the cracks in the Wall, and he is only a dreamer, he can do nothing.

But sometimes, Bran dreams of dragonglass and fire.

.

Rickon dreams too, in the wild, with a Wildling nurse to guard him - of snow crunching beneath the pads of his feet as he runs and moonlight through branches, the bones of deer and rabbits between his teeth, blood and the hunt. Sometimes, more rarely now, he dreams of other things too: soft voices he almost knows, nursery songs and firelight and the arms of a mother whose face he no longer remembers. He cries sometimes, inconsolable, and sometimes he rages.

He is savage, winter's child heir, and wolves attend him. The people of this country are right to fear.

.

A girl with no face takes passage back across the Narrow Sea.

She sleeps unseen amid bales and bushels of merchandise, with a knife and a needle at her side, shadows and nightmares running close behind. She is hunted, the faceless girl, but she is swift, sharp-toothed, free, and she has only one goal: to find the one still living, the girl who bears the name she once discarded and still holds close.

Her sister.

Her sister whole, her sister safe, and then only this: to find the ones who hurt her, and to take out the price in blood.

.

And somewhere beyond the Wall, Jon Snow opens ice-blue eyes.