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some evening doodles :')

i think they have unspoken moments like this every once in a while, especially if he's looking after her in some way dhsjdhj 😭

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just putting this here from my old account - no need to worry about interacting again! i felt it'd be appropriate to keep this one around, since i want to have general headcanons on my blog before posting anything more specific c: ♥️

from the moment he held that baby in his arms, he knew he'd see her as his daughter, but he felt as though his affections for her were "disrespectful". she was this perfect little bundle of joy, and he was simply a steward who was assigned to look after her; it'd be a disservice to bring his own emotions into his duties. in his eyes, she deserved a better man to call a father, a stronger one. to him, if he truly cared about her happiness, then he wouldn't "drag her down" to his level by expressing familial love. when she started babbling, he never encouraged her to call him "papa" despite wanting to so badly, so it wasn't her first word. it would have been the cruelest of treasons to rob the King - her birth father, her "real" father - of this term of affection.

regardless, his adoration for her slipped through in other ways. it shone through in the way he tucked her hair behind her ear as he put her to bed, the way he gently fussed to her as he cradled her in his arms, even the way he'd beam under that moustache of his every time she giggled. every gaze he directed to her was full of the most undiluted and uncontrollable love. baby peach was receptive to this from the start. it would always be him she asked for, even before she could talk - she would only stop crying if he held her, she would only accept milk if he was the one with the bottle. whenever she woke up from a nightmare, it'd be his room she'd run to, and it was then in his bed she sleepily referred to him as "papa" for the first time, drifting off to sleep and feeling safe as he stroked her tear-streaked cheek with his little thumb. toadsworth doesn't know if she remembers that, but decades later it sticks out to him. in that instance he gave her a kiss goodnight, right on the temple, and it felt like it was okay to do so.

he gets upset about his stature sometimes, especially since she outgrew him very quickly - it *hurt* the first time he couldn't carry her to bed as a toddler. his heart shattered when he had to wake his poor baby up and make her walk to her room herself. when that happened, he doted on her and apologised over and over again. he often thinks about whether she would have preferred to have been raised by a human - of course, that isn't the case in the slightest, but all he ever wants is for her to be happy and he is constantly worrying about whether he's doing an adequate job - he's even critical of the fact that he's a toad, because to him, maybe that isn't good enough for the human princess. she is his reason for living, so anything he can't provide for her is a direct attack on his character.

contrasting his stark worries, she unequivocally sees him as her father, and always has done. the professional boundary between the two does obligate her to consciously refer to him as "toadsworth", but whenever she's tired, extremely emotional or in any sort of position where her walls are down, you can bet that she'll call him "dad" or "papa", because that's how she sees him through and through; vulnerability can bring forth hidden wants and needs, after all. in those situations, he'll be too focused on soothing her worries to want to draw attention to her slip of the tongue - you can be assured that he'll tear up about it in his own time.

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father-daughter dances

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them ,, + some silly extra doodles based on their partners in time sprites