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I'M FINALLY HERE please bear with me as I send everything but uuuuuh 11 from the more domestic prompts post with the betrothed idiots (about, of course, the splendid babygirl 💗)

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You’re getting like… max fun here for the most part!! For once there’s little angst BJSGHDKL Enjoy some shenanigans <3333

domestic OTP with children prompts

#11 - "Where is [child's name]?" "I thought you had them!"

Well that was a smooth market experience, Lampwick thought to himself as he trudged back towards the town’s large well. No haggling, everything obtained—even the shit Pinocchio said not to get but hey who said he needed to know? One extra bottle of mead won’t kill a man! So with his secret stash hidden away in the saddlebag Iskra was carrying on her back, he waved over at Pinocchio as he reached their spot, holding the basket up proudly.

He was so glad that the other was already there. Which meant the next thing on their list would be lunch. Something he was dying to have at this point. It had taken several slaps to his wrist both from his mind chastising him and Iskra’s wings to stop from buying anything extra just to have it by the time, so seeing Pinocchio present already was nothing short of a relief. The divines were gracious on him today!

His love smiled softly but his gaze wavered between the bags on the pony and then back to the red-head. He almost thought that the man had developed some sort of secret magical ability since he last saw him that he saw right through the bag given his smile growing smaller; but that was until the question rang out:

“Where is Bethan?” he asked, Lampwick frowning.

He looked behind him at Iskra then around realising that the small child was nowhere to be seen.

“I thought you had her!” Lampwick pointed.

In a blink of an eye Pinocchio’s smile vanished. “What?”

Oh that’s not good.

“… Last I saw her was with you.” he insisted slowly, Pinocchio shaking his head.

“She was following you!”

“No?!” ‘Least he didn’t remember her following him. He clicked his tongue as he glanced around again before turning back to his fiancé, whose frown lines were starting to look more and more defined. Something that’s become a near daily occurrence when it came to the little tyke.

“….Shit. Did we manage to lose our daughter?” Lampwick asked, Pinocchio cursing under his breath.

“Damn it. Bethan?!” the brunette shouted, “Bethan!”

“If she hadn’t run over already she probably isn’t nearby!” Lampwick pointed out, ignoring the couple that watched them curiously as they passed by.

Pinocchio shook his head and groaned. “You go left and I right! And see if Iskra can’t find her elsewhere. I’m not leaving this marketplace without finding the kid!”

Ever the child, the red-head pouted and blew out a raspberry. “Damn, that’s a shame and here I hoped for an early dinner tonight.” He held his hands up in mock surrender at the look his man gave him, just about to walk off when-

“Wish for it no longer.”

Stepping out of the crowd was the bartender carrying one small girl who sat at his hips with her odd-coloured eyes bright. She already had a sandwich on her… something Lampwick couldn’t help but envy.

Pinocchio on the other hand let out a noise in relief as he walked over “Eugene! Oh thank the ancients!” he held his arms out, the kid stuffing the sandwich between her teeth and reached out, eagerly letting the woodcarver take her. The man bounced her against his side, adjusting his hold on her so it was more comfortable. “Are you alright?”

“She’s fine, she was with me until now.” Eugene spoke up, Beth giving a very enthusiastic nod of agreement before taking another bite.

“How so?” Lampwick chipped in, smirking as he wiggled his fingers up at the kid and her little snack, successfully making her squeak as she pulled her food and whole self back.

“Walked into the inn, said she lost both of you.” Eugene explained, standing remotely still in the wake of the woodcarver’s struggle.

Pinocchio grunted between reaching out to cup the back of the kid’s head as she leaned further back against his hold. “Oh that’s good-”

“But that was after she tried to steal the cheese form one of the tables our customers were sitting at in an attempt to get my attention.” the man continued and Pinocchio’s brows shot up in surprise.

Lampwick choked back a laugh, hiding it as a cough the second the woodcarver glanced over. Bethan had soon started giggling as well, but it too quickly silenced by the look Pinocchio gave her. The child shrunk down mumbling an “I’m sorry” into the last couple of bites of sandwich she was holding and refused to meet the man’s eye any longer. Pinocchio sighed quietly as his expression softened and he combed a hand through her hair and settled it on the small of her back, hugging the child closer. Wick watched the kid relax, pouting all the same as she lay her chin on the woodcarver’s shoulder and wrapped her free around around his neck. The red-head smiled, gently ruffling her head from behind the woodcarver as the man spoke.

“Thank you for keeping an eye on her, Eugene.”

“It’s no trouble. Good on her to show up there instead of continuing to wander around.” Eugene shrugged.

“Yeah for sure.”

“I’d best get going. See you guys around.” The man huffed as he stepped back and moved into the crowd.

Lampwick had to pull his hand back rapidly at the speed the child shot her head up, just barely hitting Pinocchio’s head in the process.

“Bye misser Gene!” she called out and gave the man a wave, Eugene looking back and giving her a short one in return.

Pinocchio set the toddler down, letting her take his hand before grabbing the second basket they had brought with them and set off. Lampwick fell into step with the other man, a cheeky grin plastered on his face as he winked down at the toddler next to them. She was quick to reach up and out for his wrist, the red-head relenting and letting her take it as he huffed.

“Guess there’s some perks of showing her the tavern.” Lampwick grinned, his smile only widening when Pinocchio looked back at him, still unamused.

“Yes. Very.” Came the curt response, but the smirk refused to leave the man’s face. “But let’s not teach our child to pick pocket for attention, yeah?”

“Hey it worked wonders last time, so she may as well keep at it!” Lampwick chuckled, even as the other groaned.

Welp! Guess dinner was completely on him tonight!