Seamus bounced his baby sister on his bed, "Ok, Cordi. Remember the plan. As soon as-"

"Seamus, Cordelia," Blinky leaned into the room, "Arrrgh and I are going to the Hero's Forge. We have a meeting with Bular then training with Walter, Barbara, and Otto. Seamus, are you alright with watching-"

"Nope. I've told you before, I don't mind watching Cordi whenever you need me to," Seamus hoisted the baby troll on his hip, "Even if I have plans with my friends, I can usually take her with me."

Blinky smiled, "I know, but I still prefer to ask. What if you had a date? you wouldn't want to take your baby sister then, would you?"

"Alright! Alright!" Seamus laughed, "You win! But, really, it's fine. It's just going to be the two of us today."

"Alright. See you two in a few hours."

"See you in a few hours."

Cordelia waved her Da bye-bye. Seamus peeked out of the room to watch Blinky and Arrrgh leave. Then he sat Cordelia on his bed and reached under it.

"Ready?" he grinned up at her.

Cordelia squealed and clapped her hands. Seamus pulled out the covered backpack carrier. He fit her in; taking special care not to pinch her tail; grabbed her a spare diaper, and hoisted the carrier onto his back. Then, double checking that their fathers had left, slipped down the hall.

"Where are you two going?"

Seamus stopped dead in his tracks, "Just up top, Uncle Dick. We're going to do some shopping."

Dicktacious crossed his arms, "The sun's still up."

"I got a special carrier so I can taker her up during the daytime."

"Mhm..." Dick squinted threw his glasses, "And...why are you sneaking out?"

"Because, if I said that we're going shopping, they'd want to know what for. And I can't tell them because it's a surprise."

"So this is for that ridiculous fleshbag holiday?"

"Yep! Bye, Uncle Dick!" Seamus ran out the door.

"If they get back before you I'm not covering for you!"

Seamus and Cordelia laughed as they ran up the crystal staircase. Once in the canal, it was time to decide where to start. With a firm nod, he made his way up the side of the canal and to the resale shop.

"Seamus! Welcome back!" greeted Mrs. McGurf, the old lady behind the counter, "Oh! Who's your little friend?"

"Remember how I kept telling you about my baby sister? This is her! Her name is Cordelia. Cordi, for short."

"Well...that wasn't what I expected," Mrs. McGurf smiled and shook Cordelia's hand, "But she's very sweet. It's nice to meet you, Cordi."

Cordelia giggled and played with patty cake with the old woman's hand.

Mrs. McGurf chuckled, "So, what are you two in for today?"

"Father's day presents," Seamus adjusted Cordelia's carrier, "It's Cordi's first and it's my first in this family so I want it to be special."

The old woman nodded, "Alright, it all depends on what you're looking for. Men's shirts are down that way, or ties are over there. What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking a book and some VHS tapes," Seamus took his baby sister out of her carrier and held her on his hip, "What have you got?"

"That depends, what books or movies are you interested in?"

"The VHS tapes don't mater as long as they aren't something that would be hard to find. But the books would be better off rare or old."

"Well, VHS tapes are next to the DVDs. You know where those are. And somebody dropped off six coppies of Rocky Horror Picture Show and three copies of the first two Harry Potters so I don't think you'll have to much trouble there," Mrs. McGurf reached under the counter, "As for the book, I've been saving this one for a while."

She set a thin book on the counter. The pages were yellowed and an old woman smiled up from the dust cover, 'Maria' was scrawled across the top, over the picture.

"It's Maria von Trapp's autobiagraphie. It's from the seventies so it's not one of the oldest books we've had in here but this is the only copy of it I've ever seen."(1)

Seamus nodded, "Alright. I'll take it. Just wait a second while I go back and get the VHS tapes."

"I take it your father's not a picky viewer then?"

"Oh, he wont be watching them," Seamus buckled Cordelia back into her carrier, "He eats them. That's why I wanted ones that there was a lot of."

"...Ah...Ok...$7.50..."

Seamus handed her the cash and left the store, "I love seeing the looks on people's faces when I bring up that one!"

Cordelia giggled in his ear.

"Come on, Cordi. Let's get a snack before we go to pick out a card and wrapping paper."

They sat outside the café under and umbrella and waited for the waiter.

"Seamus! The usual I presume?" Duxie inquired.

"Not today, Dux. Just some fries and some aluminum foil today."

Duxie nodded, "Coming right up for you and your little lady."

Seamus watched him go before turning to the baby trolless on his lap, "You're just everyone's favorite today, aren't you?"

"Sea!" Cordelia put her cold hands on his face.

Seamus couldn't help but laugh, "Alright! You deserve it!"

He kissed her stone cheek. After they finished eating and payed the tab, Seamus packed his sister up once more and they made their way to the doller store to buy a card. Seamus looked up and down the racks of cards before looking over his shoulder at Cordelia.

"How about we just make a card? Oh! I have the perfect idea!"

He went down the crafting isle and grabbed a thing of card paper and two jars of paint.

"Blue for Cordelia and grey for Seamus," he showed Cordelia the jars of paint before going to the checkout, "Ok. Let's get home and get this done."

He hurried home, hoping they would have enough time for the projects to dry. In his room, he set Cordelia up on the floor with a bit of bright finger paint he already had and some paper while he wrapped the rest of the gifts. Then, he washed her hands and painted her palm with the new blue paint. He pressed it to the painting and then gave her a fresh piece of paper to play with. He didn't care if she got a bit of paint on the stone floor. While she played, Seamus painted his own hand and pressed it to the paper. Watching his sister play for a moment, another idea came to him. Seamus painted Cordelia's hand green and pressed it to the new painting. All that was left to do was wait until the paint dried and to write on them. He was just finishing up when he heard them entering the keep.

"Seamus? Cordelia?" Arrrgh's voice drifted into the room.

Seamus's head snapped up and he hurriedly finished writing and blew on the ink to dry it, "Coming!"

He scooped Cordelia into one arm and the presents into the other before making his way into the library.

"Have good day?" Arrrgh asked, taking his daughter into his arms.

"We did. And... we have something for both of you. And one for Uncle Dick as well."

The green troll looked up from his work, "What?"

Seamus handed one package to Arrrgh, one and the first painting to Blinky, and the other painting to Dick, "Happy Father's Day. from Cordi and I."

Blinky and Arrrgh looked down at their gifts. Blinky handed his husband their daughter's painting.

"Didn't have to," Arrrgh didn't look up from the painting.

"But I wanted to," Seamus insisted.

Blinky pulled him into a gentle hug, "Thank you, Seamus. And Happy Father's Day."

Seamus smiled, "Love you, Da. Love you, Pa."

"Love, Seamus," Arrrgh hugged him from the other side.

"Why am I being given this?" Dick looked up, "I am not anyone's father."

"Uncles get to participate, too," Seamus explained, "Like how I also gave Frau Scaarbach a card on Mother's Day before I went to see Mom."

Dick pursed his lips and folded the painting up.

"You don't have to keep it if you don't want to, brother," Blinky said.

"Shut up. I'm keeping it forever."

LLB

Erik glared down at the paper in front of him. Mrs. Hoffman knelt down next to him.

"Is something wrong, Erik?"

"I can't decide what t' make Pa fer Father's Day," he grumbled, "I don' wanna give him the same stuff I gave Ma fer Mother's Day!"

Mrs. Hoffman bit her lip. She was a new hire and hadn't been working with the little troll for very long. Her coworkers weren't much help, admitting that they had thought the boy was human until the eclipse.

"Well...What's your Pa like?" She eventually decided.

Erik puffed out his cheeks in thought, "He's a fighter. A Warrior. He's one of the Trollhunters just like his father was."

"Ah, the family business," Mrs. Hoffman nodded, "What do the two of you like to do together?"

"We go out to eat, we spend time with mah Aunties, Uncles, and cousins, Oh! And sometimes, when it's just us, he'll let me train with him!"

The teacher smiled and tapped her chin, "I think I have an idea. How do you feel about Macaroni art?"

Erik nodded and they got to work. Two hours later, Nomura arrived to pick up her son and head down to Trollmarket.

"Ma!" Erik scampered up and jumped up to her shoulder, "Time to go! father son time's a waitin'! Let's go, go, go!"

Nomura raised her eyebrow, "You weren't this excited for Mother's Day."

"Hard to be excited when yer terrified of rejection," Erik pat her shoulder energetically, "After meeting Grandpa Kanjigar last week, I'm pretty sure I'm safe this time."

"...I'm going to take that as a compliment..." Nomura buckled Erik into his carseat, "So, what did you make Pa?"

Erik pulled his backpack snug to his chest, "You'll see when I show him."

"Imp."

Erik bounced in his seat all the way home. Nomura even had to hold him on the way back to the keep. He leapt out of her arms and scurried over to Draal.

"Da! Da!" he scrambled into his father's arms and handed him what he had made, "Happy Father's Day!"

Draal blinked, "What?"

"Father's Day? A day to honor dads..." Erik deflated slightly.

"Is it a Fleshbag holiday?" Draal lifted an eyebrow.

"Um...Yeah..."

Before Draal could say another word, Nomura grabbed her partner by the horns and dragged him into the other room, "We'll be right back, Imp. Draal, Erik has been really excited about today. You have to remember that he's ne..."

Erik bowed his head and twiddled his thumbs after his parents' voices faded out. this wasn't what he had had in mind for Father's Day. He had expected it to at least go as well as Mother's Day had. Erik dug into his backpack for a moment before finding his stuffed goblin.

"At least I have you, GooGoo," He hopped up into Draal's chair and curled up, snuggling his toy.

"Hey, Runt," Draal and Nomura had returned.

Nomura nodded firmly and ruffled Erik's hair, "I'm going to Walt's for a bit. See you two after dinner."

Draal scooped his son into his lap and sat, " Your Ma explained what's going on. I'm still not entirely sure why humans celebrate this the way they do but I think I understand why you want to."

Erik lifted his head to look up at his father.

"Heh, if I had payed more attention when the Trollhunter and his family no doubt explained it to me while I lived whit them I might have celebrated it with my father. Maybe I'd understand it better. Even your mother celebrates this 'Father's Day'! And she doesn't even have a father!"

"Were you going somewhere with this?" Erik rolled over, Googoo still clutched to his chest.

Draal cleared his throat, "Right. Um, what I mean is, happy father's day, Runt. I'm glad you're mine."

"Happy Father's Day, Pa. It's kinda my fault as well. It didn't occur to me that you might not know what a father's day is. I just remembered how happy you were to see Grandpa Kanjigar again that I jus' assumed."

Draal nodded slowly before he suddenly growled and rolled Erik over, tickling his sides and rubbing his nose into his fur. Erik let out an unflattering shreek of laughter and attempted to wriggle away.

"Ah! Pa! No! Gahaha! Stop! Haha!"

Draal eventually relented and held his son up by his ankle. The whelp continued to giggle for a moment, goblin dangling from his hands.

"Love ya, Pop."

"I love you too, Runt. C'mon. Your Ma's going to be at her Brother's until after dinner. Let's go to Glug's for our dinner."

"And to the forge after that?"

"Sure!"

LLB

Bagdwella carefully wiped the wet clay off her daughters' feet, "All done! Now we just have to wait for it to dry and for your daddy to get back from his meeting."

Barla and Marla smiled up a her. Weather it was gas or real smiles, she didn't actually know. She moved the project to the side and curled each of her baby girls into her arms. They both yawned and nuzzled closer to her.

Bagdwella kissed their foreheads and hummed as she tucked them into their nest for a nap. She watched them both for a moment longer before returning to her shop. there were only a few costumers milling about. Nothing she couldn't handle while watching the twins.

"WaAH!"

Correction. Nothing she couldn't handle as long as the twins stayed asleep for longer than a couple seconds.

"I'll get them, Dwelly," Bular said as he walked threw the door.

"You're a life saver, Sweetbun! Oh! But stay out of the kitchen! Their bottles are in the bedroom."

Bular kissed her cheek and continued back to retrieve their daughters.

"I know it's not my place but is that really something to do in public?" one of the patrons asked, eyebrow raised, "It's a bit...barbaric. Don't you think?"

Bagdwella shrugged nonchalantly, "We picked it up from the Trollhunter and his family. It's just lips touching in any case."

In back, Bular cuddled Barla and Marla for a second before feeding them both at once.

"There's my little warrior princesses. Yes, I hear how strong your lungs are and how hungry you both must be to make so much noise."

He sat back in the nest he shared with his wife and held his daughter's against his chest, humming quietly. Marla sighed and drifted back to sleep. Barla nuzzled closer to his chest, rubbing one tiny fist against her face.

"You like that, don't you? You like it when your Mama and I sing to you."

Barla only yawned and joined her sister in slumber.

"Bular?" Bagdwella tiptoed in.

"I just got them both back to sleep," he whispered, "Diapers changed and fed."

Bagdwella hummed and curled into his side, resting one hand on Marla's back, "The shop's empty so I closed up early. It is a holiday after all."

"It is?"

"Mhm. Happy Father's Day, Sweetbun."

She handed him the clay tablet. Imprinted in the clay was Barla and Marla's little footprints, their names written on the respective footprint and little sapphires sprinkled over it. Bular traced both the footprints for a moment.

"Thank you, Dewlly. For everything. For letting me into your life. For believing that I had changed. For our daughters. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you."

"Shut up, you cheese ball," Bagdwella chuckled and kissed her husband gently.

She rest her head on his shoulder and watched their daughters sleep. Bular traced the footprints one more time before putting the tablet beside the nest and wrapping his arm around his wife.

LLB

Aja hung over Tronos' head, watching a show on the iPad in his paws.

"What are you doing?" Krel asked, sitting on Tronos' arm.

"SSStudying."

"Studying what?"

"An Earth holiday called 'Father's Day'," Aja didn't look up from her show, "I was thinking we could try introducing it back home."

Krel looked down at the show, "So it is a holiday for Fathers?"

"Yesss. And there isss a corisssponding day for Mothersss."

All three watched in silence for a moment.

"Perhaps it would be best for us to try this holiday before we try having it on Akoridion 5," Aja looked down at her brother.

"How are we going to do that? Papa is on Akoridian 5."

"The girl in the show doesn't have a Father so she celebrates with her mentor," Aja pointed out, "We could do that."

"Vervatos is on Akoridian 5 as well."

Aja scratched her nose and wracked her brain.

"What about Angor?"

The teens looked at their friend.

"Tronos? You want to participate in Father's Day?" Krel asked.

"No. We do not have Mothersss and Fathersss on my planet. We have nessst caretakersss. But I am willing to help you two."

Aja and Krel exchanged a look and shrugged.

"Ok. So we celebrate with Angor. How do we celebrate?" Krel asked.

"According to the show, we give him gifts and try to spend time with him. Traditonal gifts include food, small trinkets, and these things called a 'tie'. Sr. Uhl wears one."

Krel nodded and began shuffling threw his phone, "Got it. We'll meet back here an hour before dinner to talk about how well this went over."

"Wouldn't it be better to do it after dinner?" Tronos sat up, Aja sliding down to his shoulders.

Krel had already made his way back to his room. Aja and Tronos shrugged.

"I guess I should go get a tie..." Aja crawled off Tronos' back and slipped her high tops back on.

Tronos nodded and followed her out of the keep and up the crystal staircase.

"You don't have to come," Aja insisted.

"I sssaid I wasss going to help you. I might asss well accompany you on thisss."

Aja smiled at him and skipped the next few stairs. Seamus trotted down the stairs with Cordelia and a couple of bags.

"Oh. Hey, Seamus and Cordelia. Do you know where we could buy a tie?"

Seamus looked over his shoulder at his little sister then at the two extraterrestrials, "Um, you could try the resale shop. they usually have some pretty fun ones and, if you're lucky, a few plain ones."

"To the shop of resale!" Aja cheered and darted up the rest of the way to the portal.

Tronos shook his head and followed her, "Calm down. Do you have a sss-certain tie in mind?"

"Nope!"

They wandered into the resale shop, paying no mind to the startled look on the elderly cashier's face. Tronos waved shyly and followed Aja back to where the ties hung on the wall.

"These ties hurt my eyes," Tronos wiped one paw over his face, "Just pick one so we can go back."

"No! I have to be sure it's one he'll like. If I just give him any tie then it doesn't mean anything," Aja poured over the selection.

"Oh! This one's perfect!" She held up the tie.

"I'm not covinsssed that Lady Morgana will let that one into the keep," Angor looked at the tie skeptically.

"But it's perfect! It's the same color as his clothes and it's shaped like an animal. Angor loves animals!" Aja insisted, "It's eyes are even the same color as his."

Tronos sighed, "Alright. Let'sss jussst get back to the keep."

Aja payed for the tie and Tronos put her on his shoulders on their way back to Trollmarket.

LLB

"Stardust? Where are you?" Angor called as he wandered through the keep, "It's time to go to the grotto to take care of your friends."

"Stay out of the kitchen!" Morgana shouted from the room, "And Stardust's staying with me for now!"

Angor rolled his eyes and set off to take care of his animals. Morgana watched him go before she turned back to her work.

"Ok. He's gone. Just need a little more fluff and this part will be done," she clipped a little fur off the tops of Stardust's ears, "This isn't nearly as great as what you gave me for Mother's Day but hopefully Angor will like it."

"You are giving Angor a Father's Day gift?" Krel wandered into the room, "Why? He's not your father...Is he?"

Morgana chuckled and shook her head, "No. No he's not. But it's just something strange we do. I'm not giving him something, Stardust is."

Krel sat by the counter, "There are different traditions?"

Morgana twisted the fur and cast the spell, "Kind of. Different families usually make their own traditions. My sons have plenty of things they do with their kids every year. Otto even found a way for Toby and Mary to celebrate with their first parents."

Krel looked down at the device in his hands, "So...do you think Aja and I could still do something with Papa?"

"I don't see why not," Morgana attached her creation around Stardust's neck, "What have you got there, anyway?"

"Something..."

"Can I come in now?" Angor's voice drifted in.

"Sure! Stardust, go show him what you have."

Angor took one look at his Bobcat and knew what was different, "Morgana. What's our-"

"We're back!" Aja cheered as she and Tronos bound back in, "Oh. And...so are you..."

Everyone stared at her for a moment. Aja blushed slightly and hid her tie behind her back.

"Aja? What have you got?" Morgana turned to the girl.

Aja froze up. Tronos nudged her forward.

"Um...This is for you!" She thrust the tie into Angor's hands, "Happy Father's Day."

Angor stared down at the fish shaped tie.

"And, um, I made you this mix track," Krel handed him the old iPod he was holding, "It is mostly quite instrumental music. So you can listen to it with your animals."

Angor looked down at the iPod. He was quiet for long enough that the teens began to get worried.

"Angor? Hun?"

"Why?"

"The young onesss wanted to try Father'sss Day. I sssugesssted you becaussse you are their fossster father," Tronos put a claw on each teen's shoulder.

Angor was quiet for a moment again and then he smiled. He tied the tie onto his belt and tucked the iPod into his inner pocket.

"Father's Day may not be a trollish holiday but I can still appreciate this. Thank you both. Happy Father's Day."

Aja and Krel smiled and hugged their guardian. Angor hugged them both stiffly for moment.

"Alright, you two. Give him some room," Morgana chuckled, ushering the twins away.

Aja and Krel stepped back and made their way back to their room.

"We are definatly bringing this to Akoridian 5!"Aja professed.

"Absolutely," Krel agreed, "Let's go call Papa and tell him all about it."

Tronos followed them with a shake of his head. Morgana rest one of her hands against the small of Angor's back.

"That was nice of you."

Angor nodded slowly and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, "Now, as I was saying. What's on Sta-"

"I have to make this fast!" Claire ran in and hugged Angor, "Papa and Enrique are waiting for me. Happy Father's Day. Love you, Angor!"

She thrust the card into his hands and sprinted back to her father and brother. Angor smiled and tucked the card into the pocket with the iPod.

"And that's what you were waiting for, wasn't it?" Morgana smirked up at him.

"Maybe."

The duo went into their living room and sat on their stone sofa. Stardust jumped up into Angor's lap and lifted her chin.

"Reow?"

"Alright. Let's see what you have here."

He took the leather strap from around her neck. It had a bit of snow white fur and a lock of auburn hair woven into it. He could feel the magic coming off of it.

"An anti-theft charm and a location spell?" He lifted an eyebrow at Morgana.

"Stardust didn't want you to lose it and she didn't want to lose you if there was another massive battle," Morgana insisted, "I just couldn't tell her no."

Angor strapped the bracelet on and pulled Morgana to his side, "We are ridiculous."

Morgana curled into his side and wrapped her arm over him. Stardust kneeded her paws into Angor's stomach.(2)

LLB

1) My Great-Papa owned both of Maria von Trapp's books but I never even knew they existed until I was cleaning my Nana's (his daughter) basement after it flooded. It's not actually all that rare with many being sold online but it is special to me and it is an amazing read for anyone who loves The Sound of Music.

2) Morgangor is my trash ship. I don't know why but sometimes I just need to write trash and fluff to go with it...Also, I love writing abut Stardust.