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bbynedtime · 23 days ago

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I adore your Little Frankie thoughts and I strongly encourage them and also I’ve had thoughts about Dadzier recently.

I originally thought Crozier would be an absentee, authoritarian, alcoholic dad but in my most recent rewatch I’ve decided that soberzier (sorry I’ve fallen in love with adjective-ing his name) would be stern but so committed to giving his Lads a good experience when they’re Little.

Telling Magnus he’s a good lad when he won’t call him Captain? Comforting Tartnell as he dies and speaking to him so gently?

That’s a man who had baby names picked for the kids he wanted to have with Sophia and was dreaming of teaching them to sail and speak Gaelic and he’s changed now and is happy to hold Ned and calm him down after he’s thrown a tantrum and talk through his feelings, he wants to wipe Jopson’s tears, and change wet bedsheets, and praise Johnny’s finger paintings, and even begrudgingly watch Sol when he’s left on the doorstep sad and scared and not understanding why Hickey doesn’t want him.

Dadzier is soo good.. I need more dadzier in my life actually. Thank you for prompting many many thoughts in my head while this ask sat in my inbox...! I kept it close over the months. Loved looking at it and thinking about scenarios... Just... dadzier ;_;💕

I fear I didn't do him enough justice but here goes. Tiny fic for you! 💖🙏

Francis shook his head. He‘s not budging on this. „No, little one, I‘m not buying you another toy.“

Ned‘s expression progressed through surprise, to anger, then stopped somewhere between it and sadness. He stomped his foot once, then swung his open hand at Francis, hitting him in the chest.

„Ah ah ah! No. No hitting. Absolutely not. We do not hit people, Ned.“

He stomped his foot again. „Wan‘ it!“ he yipped, pointing agressively at the toy on the shelf. It was a mechanical horse with a brushable mane and posable limbs and a speaker in its chest and all kinds of accessories.

Francis didn‘t need to look at the price tag to know it was nowhere near the kind of cheap toy he would be willing to bend the rules for. A toy for £5 sure, but not this. „I know you want it, but we can buy it another time. You already got a toy last week. I only have the money for groceries anyway, I can‘t buy the toy right now even if I wanted to. We can look if it‘s still here next month and if it is, then I‘ll buy it for you. I'll be happy to buy it for you – it‘s a wonderful horse – but not now, okay?“ None of the words seemed to have come through, however, safe for the fact that he won't be getting the toy. That didn't exactly help calm him down.

„Wan‘ it!“ Ned repeated, eyes watery with frustration.

Francis could see the upcoming tantrum from a mile away. He knew it would come the second he saw the toys isle was along the main path at the store and couldn‘t be avoided. He only hoped the tantrum would be short. „I know you want the toy very much, but we agreed on something didn‘t we?“

Ned took a few quick deep breaths and seconds later he was off in Tantrum Land. He fell on his bum, wailing, eyes full of tears that quickly overflowed and began traveling down his cheeks.

Oh boy. „Ned, shh… Shh...“ He knelt down next to the frustrated little and took one of his hands. No reason trying to get him to behave now. Poor thing has emotions far too big for a little one and nowhere to put them. All Francis can do is calm him back down. „Sh-sh-shhh…“

„I want it, dada!" he managed finally and turned to Francis, face wet with everything it could produce.

„I wa- I want- Is n-not-“ Ned struggled to talk between breaths, clutching Francis‘s hand. When words kept escaping him, he started wailing anew, frustrated, so very frustrated... Again and again he drew breaths only to release them in heart-wrenching cries.

"I know... Shh..." Francis didn't know what to do with his free hand so he began rubbing Ned's back, unsure if it'll help or worsen the situation.

Ned‘s answer was a series of babbling and bubbling whines. He barely managed a coherent word.

„I know, little one. I know,“ he said as he wiped him off with a tissue. (Lucky he keeps lots of those in his pockets.) When he got rid of the worst of the snot and spit and tears he pet Ned‘s cheek with his thumb. „I know you really want the toy…“ he waited for the little‘s nod before he went on, „But we already bought a new toy this month. Remember what we said about new toys?“

„I didn‘t understand that, but I‘ll sit with you for a while more, okay? Then you can repeat it, hm? Breathe for now, you don‘t need to talk.“ Francis shuffled closer, hissing at the pain in his left knee. He placed a careful hand on Ned‘s shoulder and held his hand tight with the other. Poor thing was still shaking... „You‘re a good boy, Ned. Keep breathing, then we‘ll talk, okay?“

Ned did another round of frustrated babbling, but his crying died down a little. If Francis keeps talking for a while longer he‘ll be all good.

They sat there for a few minutes, until Ned sniffed back his last tears and sat up. He was all wobbly and slow to move… Must be exhausted. They better go home quickly.

Before he managed to think of something to say, though, Ned fell into his arms with a huff.

"There you go." Francis kissed the top of his head and pulled him closer. „That‘s it… Good boy.“

„Look at me, Ned,“ Francis mumbled, then wiped his face dry again. „We can buy the toy another time, hm? Let‘s go finish with the shopping, then we can have a nap, how about that? We can get mommy or Tommy to go, too. It‘ll make you feel better… Then we can get you something to eat. What do you say?“

The little one nodded slowly. „Sorry fo‘ crying…“

„It‘s alright, crying is alright. It‘s the whole hitting me part that I don‘t appreciate. It‘s okay to be upset, but no hitting anyone, okay? That‘s what bad kids do and you‘re not a bad kid, are you? You‘re my good boy.“

Ned shyly nodded, then looked up at Francis with his big eyes – wet and hurt before, but now only hazy… Looks like a little angel, Francis thought.

„So… Toy maybe… Another time?“

„Yes, we can come here again soon and take a look.“ He pet the little one‘s hair back and smiled at him.

„Okay,“ Ned smiled back, looking dreamily past Francis‘s shoulder at the horse toy. „Okay,“ he repeated, more sure now than before.

„Good. Good! Then we‘ll finish our shopping quickly and get home to mama. You can tell her what a cool toy you found, I think she‘ll like it, too. You just have to be patient to have it, hm?“

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