sorry in going loopy

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It was world book day yesterday, and not only did I get to see some sweet little children in their costumes, it also gave me this cute idea for another dad newt imagine.

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Originally posted by miones

“dad, dad, come on wake up.’ Newt was awoken by his son prodding at his freckled cheek, he cracked his eyes open a fraction, a slight smile playing at his lips. Before swinging his long legs out of the warm inviting bed, and into the cool morning air, ‘alright, alright I’m up, little beastie.’ Newt mumbled, feigning a groggy voice, before scooping the five year old under his arm and carrying him, squealing into the kitchen.

Where his mother sat at the table, a steaming cup of tea in her hands, a fond smile on her cheeks as her boys greeted her. Newt placed a quick kiss to the top of her head, hair still wonderfully messy from sleep.

“you didn’t finish until late, last night mister.’ She scolded lightly, though newt could hear the concern in her voice, ‘I know, sorry love. The mooncalfs were going loopy with the full moon.’ Newt explained as he added a spoonful of sugar to his own tea.

“sweetheart, why don’t you go and get ready? Do you want some help?’ y/n offered her son, who newt had sat in his usual seat at the small round table. He nodded excitedly before hurrying off to his bedroom, to change out of his hippogriff pyjamas. Newt gave his wife a perplexed look, over his tea cup. His costume had been weeks in the making, and newt was yet to see it, something he was a little hurt by, to tell the truth. Usually he and his son were close, so whenever he came across the child and his mother working on the costume together, he would feel a twinge in his heart, when they would stuff whatever fabric that they happened to be working on, under a pillow or behind their backs.

he had even asked y/n, only to be told with a cheeky smile that it was a secret and he would find out soon enough.

Before long the five year old stepped out of his bedroom, he was wearing what seemed to tiny versions of newts own clothes, right down to the bright blue coat, he even had a bowtie tied like a gift around his neck, a handcrafted Pickett sticking out of the breast pocket of his coat.

Newts heart had never felt fuller, as he made his way over to his son, and crouched down in front of him, fixing his bowtie, the brightest smile at his lips, tears pricking at his sea green eyes.

“one more thing’ he murmured as he pulled the worn hufflepuff scarf from around his neck, winding it gently around the boys, ‘you look wonderful’ before he pulled the child into a tight embrace, placing a kiss to the top of his untameable curls.

Newt could feel the pride radiating from him, as they stepped out of the door hand in hand.

 

Have a great day and be safe

@fiddlesticksimagines

              PRINCESS ZELDA AND HER HERO, LINK, HAD SOWED A SEED OF HOPE upon saving her ruined kingdom. One that would take root and grow, nourished by Lorule’s moment of strife. Hilda had decided to forgo her pride, realizing that she needn’t be alone in trying to solve things. And so with Ravio and a couple of competent council members by her side, Lorule was thriving. Alliances between other nations were being forged, the common folk was slowly gaining back hope that Hilda had tried so hard to convey to them for years, and scorn for the royal family was ebbing away in a gradual manner. Naturally, there were still doubts to be had and though Hilda could understand them for their reservations in the royal family, it did little to deter the princess from her work.

Lorule was slowly but surely blossoming.

                 But of course, lady luck the cruel and fickle mistress that she had always been to the matriarch, had so mercilessly plucked Hilda out from her realm as though she were nothing more than an ugly weed, plaguing her garden. With a great brute force, she had felt a great agony lance through her mangled heart upon her arrival to the city made of metal and glass. Her desire to return home had been immediate due to the powerful waves of anxiety threatening to encompass and drown the princess with worries of what would happen to her beloved kingdom during her absence. She struggled to not succumb to those waves and she was quick to retaliate by shoving her emotions to the dark corners of her minds and instead focusing on the task of returning back to Lorule. With a solemn expression, she had wandered through the slums of the industrial district, silently praying to her gods that she would find some way to get back home.

         Once again, things would not work in her favor. Because upon spotting a familiar figure in the crowd, the great storm which had been brewing silently in her chest returned with a vengeance as a whirlwind of emotions flashed by, each to fast for the princess to properly comprehend. A lithe hand would cover her mouth and she allows for a couple of tears to streak down deathly pale cheeks. “Princess Zelda? Unless mine eyes are deceiving me, or the gods are playing a cruel trick on me… is it truly you?”

@sagelymonarch