i didn't suffer through three books and read “it's my own name i'm afraid of forgetting.”/“i want you to know my name, the name i was given not the title i took for myself. will you have it, alina?”/“your name is tattooed on your heart.” only for netflix to throw it away and replace it with “please, call me aleksander.” in literally the second episode.
I absolutely adore your dad!lads series. Every single post gives me so much serotonin 🥰. I love how much personality you put into each of their kids!
I saw that you're requests are open and thought it could be cute to see their children losing their first tooth because I randomly remembered how that happened to me.
Of course only if you want to!
More importantly thank you so so much for writing 🤗 and I hope both sides of your pillow are cold :3
Dad!lads and their child losing their first ever tooth (・–・;)
— ♥︎♥︎ Dad!Rafayel, Dad!Caleb, Dad!Sylus, Dad!Zayne, Dad!Xavier — Inbox is open for requests and questions!
RAFAYEL —
Unlike most kids, your daughter loved going to the dentist. She thought the bright lights, little mirrors, and spinning chairs were magical. So when her first ever baby tooth started wobbling, and the tiniest sliver of a new one began peeking behind it, she was practically bouncing around the house.
“Daddy, We need to go to the dentist, right now!” she told Rafayel dramatically one morning, clutching her cheek like it was a life or death situation.
You both chuckled, and after a quick visit, the dentist gently helped her pop the tooth out. She didn’t even flinch, just sat there proudly, clutching the tiny tooth like it was a diamond.
When you tried to offer the little tooth box the clinic gave her, she shook her head. “No one touches it but me.”
Fair enough. She clutched it in her little palm the entire ride home, even while she messily devoured a post dentist celebratory ice cream.
Once you got home, you thought she’d calm down. Instead, she ran to her room, ripped a page out of her sketchbook, grabbed her favorite scented marker, and started furiously writing something.
Rafayel peeked over her shoulder. “What’s that, little guppy?”
She turned, grinning.
“It's my wishlist, daddy! For the Tooth Fairy!”
Both of you paused.
“Oh,” Rafayel said, eyes flicking to you. “A wishlist...”
“Yup!” she beamed, proudly placing the tooth and the folded paper under her pillow. “If Santa gets one, so does she.”
Hours later, once she was fast asleep, you and Rafayel carefully crept into the room and peeked at the letter.
You slowly unfolded the paper… and nearly choked.
TOOTH FAIRY WISHLIST:
1. "Reel fairy wings that glow"
2. "A baby unicorn (just small one!!)"
3. "10000 🌈🌈 stickkers"
4. "Secret note that mommy and daddy can't read"
5. "A surprize (but like a GOOD surprize)"
6. "Magecal brash dat can draw in the sky!"
Rafayel sat on the floor outside her room, staring at the note in his hands like it had personally cursed him.
“She thinks the Tooth Fairy is a celestial sorcerer,” he whispered. “Love, We’re doomed.”
You rubbed your temples. “We should’ve just told her the truth.”
“She had sparkles in her eyes,” Rafayel hissed back. “We can't.”
So now you were both on your phones, half frantically scrolling for glow in the dark fairy wings, sky projector pens, and trying to figure out how to make a “secret note” that only she could read.
You glanced at your husband, Rafayel.
“We created a high maintenance daughter.”
Rafayel sighed. “We did. And she deserves every bit of magic we can fake.”
And so the Tooth Fairy Operation began.
CALEB —
Your daughter’s first wobbly tooth had been hanging on for days, one of her front ones, giving her that adorable crooked grin. You and Caleb had finally agreed that it was now the time to visit the dentist to help it along. Nothing scary, just a little milestone.
Caleb was already waiting on the couch, car keys in hand, while you finished dressing her. The moment her shoes were on, she tore out of the room with bright eyes and bouncing steps.
“Daddy! I'm turning into a big girl now!” she shouted excitedly, arms thrown up like she’d just won something huge.
Caleb let out a warm laugh, catching her before she could leap into his lap. “You’re growing too fast, sweetie” he murmured with a soft smile, gently pinching her cheeks. “Can you slow down just a little for me?”
She giggled and hugged him tight, filled with that proud, bubbly energy only kids have.
But as you finally opened the front door to head out, she ran a few steps ahead, too excited to wait. Her little foot caught on the step.
“Sweetheart—!” you both called, but too late.
She tripped, hitting her knees on the concrete with a small thud. She didn’t wail right away—just blinked, confused, and then the tears welled up fast.
“Ow—!” she whimpered, eyes wide and lip trembling. “It hurts—!”
Caleb knelt beside her instantly, scooping her into his arms as you gently checked her for scrapes. That’s when you noticed: her tooth was gone.
It had popped right out from the fall, a tiny drop of red left on her lip.
You gave Caleb a quick look. She hadn't noticed.
Without a word, he subtly picked up the tooth from the ground and slipped it into his pocket. You took out a tissue and gently dabbed at her mouth, doing your best to block her view.
“Shh, shh, you’re okay. Just a little magic accident,” you said, kissing her temple.
“Did I bleed?” she asked, voice small, eyes darting between you both.
“Nope, not at all,” Caleb said smoothly, still cradling her in his arms. “You were so brave, your tooth just decided to come out on its own. You don’t even need the dentist now!”
Her teary eyes widened. “...Really?”
You smiled and nodded. “Really. And you know what brave girls get?”
“Ice cream?” she sniffled, hopefully.
“Exactly,” Caleb grinned.
That night, a tiny tooth waited under her pillow, and she fell asleep whispering, “I’m a big girl now…” with a gap toothed smile and a bit of strawberry ice cream still on her chin.
SYLUS —
The day had finally come. Your daughter’s wobbly front tooth was hanging by a thread, and she was both excited and slightly nervous. You and Sylus had everything ready in the living room—tissues, some ice cubes in a bowl, and her favorite chocolate ice cream waiting in the freezer as a post tooth reward.
You were lounging on the couch, ready to play the role of support, while Sylus headed down the hallway to fetch her from her room.
He opened the door and immediately froze.
There she was, kneeling on the floor, practically manhandling poor Mephisto, who looked every bit like a hostage to a very confusing situation.
“Mephie, this one!” she declared proudly, prying her mouth open and pointing to her wobbly tooth while gently, maybe not so gently, pulling his head closer.
She was shaking him a little, like she was trying to convince him to do dentistry.
Sylus’s eyes widened. “Wait—wait, no, sweethe—”
But it was too late.
With one more tug, she forced Mephisto’s beak to accidentally pull just right—and pop! The tooth flew.
Mephisto yelped and flew off towards the top shelf to reclaim his dignity.
Your daughter blinked, then slowly turned to Sylus, mouth slightly agape, blood at the corner of her lips, before breaking into the biggest, gappiest grin.
“Daddy, I did it!” she beamed. “I’m a genius!”
Sylus let out a deep breath, half in relief, half in exasperation. “You almost gave Mephisto a heart attack, sweetheart..” he muttered, scooping her up. “You're lucky he didn’t call in for backup.”
She just giggled, utterly unfazed. “Do I still get ice cream?”
You had peeked into the room by then, having heard the commotion, and saw Sylus walking out with your proud little gremlin in his arms and a very grumpy Mephisto flapping behind them like an offended shadow.
“Only if you promise no more bird dentistry,” you said, ruffling her hair.
She gave a dramatic sigh. “Fine... maybe next time I’ll ask big bros luke and kieran!”
Both you and Sylus exchanged a look that said absolutely not—but for now, it was ice cream time.
And that night, one tiny tooth sat under her pillow, and one very traumatized bird refused to come down from the shelf.
ZAYNE —
Your daughter had made it very clear—she absolutely hated going to the dentist. Even the mention of it had her hiding behind curtains or burying her face into your shirt like the dentist was some kind of monster under the bed.
So when one of her front teeth started wobbling like it was ready to pack up and leave on its own, Zayne sighed and gently said, “Alright, kiddo. No dentist. Daddy will help, okay?”
You handed over tissues and moral support while Zayne knelt in front of her, patient and gentle. The tooth was barely hanging on, it just needed a little nudge.
“Alright, sweetheart, open up,” he said softly.
She obediently opened her mouth, and then immediately shut it the moment Zayne reached for the tooth.
This happened three times.
“Sweetie,” you said, trying not to laugh as she pressed her lips tightly together. “You want it out, remember?”
“I know..” she mumbled. “But it’s scary when it’s right there…”
Zayne chuckled and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Okay, okay. Let’s try this another way.”
He held her tiny shoulders gently and said, “I’ll count to three, alright? We’ll pull it on three. Easy.”
She nodded, eyes wide, lips parted just a bit this time.
“One…”
“Two—”
Pop!
“Wha—?!”
Before she could even flinch, the tooth was already in Zayne’s hand.
She blinked. “Daddy, You said on three!”
You bit back a laugh as your daughter stared at him, offended for a solid five seconds before bursting into a soft giggles.
“Can I see the hole?” she asked, already sticking her tongue in the gap.
Zayne gently wiped the tiny bit of blood from her mouth and nodded. “You look like a fierce little shark now.”
She beamed. “Does this mean I get two coins from the tooth fairy...? Because I got tricked by daddy!”
Zayne raised a brow. “Tricked? That was strategy, little lady.”
She stuck her tongue out, still smiling—and already asking for ice cream five minutes later.
XAVIER —
You and Xavier's four year old son had been avoiding food like it was his mortal enemy—all thanks to one stubborn wobbly tooth. Every meal turned into a negotiation.
“It moves when I chew, Mommy… I don’t like it,” he would say, looking betrayed by even the softest slice of bread.
You and Xavier had tried everything: gentle wiggling, funny pep talks, and reassuring him that the tooth would fall out soon. Still, he refused to eat properly, poking at his food with dramatic sighs.
Hoping to lift his spirits and maybe tempt his appetite, you and Xavier surprised him with a home hotpot dinner. You set everything up together, steaming broth, dumplings, noodles, and dipping sauces, all cozy and warm.
Xavier ruffled your son’s hair as he eyed the food with wary suspicion.
“It’s okay, little star,” Xavier said reassuringly. “Your tooth won’t come out yet. Dumplings are soft, remember?”
You nodded. “Promise, nothing’s gonna fall off tonight.”
That seemed to win him over. He climbed onto his chair, determined to enjoy the feast.
One dumpling.
Two dumplings.
Three.
And on the fourth dumpling, he froze mid chew.
His chewing slowed. His eyes widened. Then he opened his mouth, pointed dramatically, and let out a soft, muffled,
“M-mommy...m-my tooth—”
A tiny plop hit his napkin.
His mouth hung open as you both leaned closer and saw the tiny front tooth, finally out. A little spot of pink lingered on his gums.
You gently scooped it up as Xavier reached for the tissues, already crouching beside your son. “Easy, buddy. Just a little bit of blood—it’s totally okay.”
“I didn’t finish my dumpling,” he mumbled, lower lip trembling a bit. The excitement had fizzled out and now he just looked... done.
You dabbed his gums carefully while Xavier helped him sip some cool water, whispering soothing words.
Next thing you knew, your little guy, still sniffling a little, was curled in Xavier’s lap on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, while you fed him tiny spoonfuls of soft tofu and noodles like he was a sulky little prince.
“Open up, sweetie,” you cooed, offering another bite.
He pouted, but opened his mouth anyway.
“Such a drama king,” Xavier muttered affectionately, pressing a kiss to his hair.
And when he finally smiled, gap toothed and still a bit pouty, you and Xavier couldn’t help but laugh, already imagining how you’d tell this story when he was older.
okay but can we talk about the struggle that is obsessing over a character that doesn’t have fanfics??? because i’m over here scrubbing the internet for any crumbs…
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