#asked baba if he knew about this

[mchiti]

in arabic. italian khoya here sang a whole beautiful song in arabic and these are the most beautiful lyrics. the most beautiful. a beautiful ode to God. Alhamdulillah.

ظلال النور

| as my complains, my distress, the fervent passions, the heart-wrecking love and sublimation of the heart are only the shadows of Light

Remind me of my torment and my defeats, far from Your laws. Of how not to waste the time I have left.

And Don't Leave me. And Don't Leave me on my own.

[diejager]

it's always girl dad König or girl dad Simon but girl dad Makarov whose little princess gets away with everything

Cw: mention of assassination, protective behaviour, father!Makarov, tell me if I missed any. nnote: every dialogue in italic is spoken in Russian.

“- could provide you with-” 

“Papa, ” you poked your head through his office room’s door after giving it three light knocks.

You knew your dad was in his office, a worker of the house had told you where he was after you asked her, the old lady’s face wrinkling up with her gentle, saying that she saw a Bolivian man escorted to his office, but didn’t know if he left or not. Wanting to try your luck, you crossed the mansion to get to his office, built on the left side of the house, while your bedrooms and study rooms were on the other end of the mansion. He liked to separate his work life and his life with you, for better protection and keep your from knowing the dangers of life —or so he says. 

A man sat across him, the bald head of the Bolivian man Old Baba mentioned, wearing a suit sewed in fine looking silk, of rich and luxury that even your father never wore around so carelessly. It would catch people’s attention, right or wrong, he didn’t need any of that, he would rather wear the same black and white attire, clean and normal enough to be unnoticeable by the mass. The dichotomy between the fat man and your father was laughable, a scene you’d only see in your comedy novels or a movie. Your abrupt entrance had cut the man’s proposition in half, turning both their attention towards the door where you blinked owlishly, partly in guilt for barging into his meeting and in shock at the bald man’s heavy perspiration. 

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were still talking,” you bowed your head, ready to excuse yourself for barging in, “I’ll come back later, papa.”

“It’s fine,” Makarov waved his hand, nodding his head to let you know he wasn’t mad, your father would never be mad at you, you listened so well and never fought him on anything. You were a gem in his eyes, something precious and untouchable to all but him, “I’ll have someone call you when I’m done.”

When you closed the door, Makarov’s attention turned back to his potential - well, past potential - ally, his eyes darkening after he caught the man whispering something horrid about your interruption. His business was yours as much as it was his, you might’ve been kept in the dark at most time, but you knew enough to know he was a dangerous man. He kept you sheltered, but not naive.

And after half-heartedly listening to what the man had to provide, Makarov dismissed him, giving him a cold apology about those needs being fulfilled by a prior contractor, someone who already provided him with the material he proposed. He didn’t need a rich pig that stupidly flaunted is money, it would attract to many eyes and he didn’t need that if he wanted to reach his goal and build a better world for you. 

He flicked his wrist, opening his phone and mindlessly dialling a number, pressing the screen to his ear as he watched the man amble down the stairs, struggling to make his way to the car he had a chauffeur waiting for him. The person on the other side picked his call within seconds, a cool and monotone voice ready to receive his order from Makarov, the unbothered tone at his fury, a personal and petty thing that clawed at his mind. 

“Make it known that I will have no one disrespect my daughter.”

“Yes, sir.”

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[pahtoosh]

baba face

[image ID: photos of sebastian stan, chris evans, and various stuffed animals photoshopped onto a yellow background. sebastian stan is holding a round wolf stuffed animal and looking into the distance. chris evans is hiding a smile with a hand over his mouth. the stuffed animals include four frowning stuffed animals and one smiling one. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~2400 words

warnings: reader takes a little tumble

a/n: this was inspired by @angelbaby-fics ! Chloe, thank you for showing me your turtle and inspiring this whole piece! (side note: if anyone would like to talk about their stuffies, I would LOVE to hear about them!!

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader

summary: sam gets a stuffed animal for reader that frowns like bucky! things get out of hand when the other avengers join in and buy reader way too many grumpy stuffies

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It all started when Sam came back from a mission in late June. The Avengers would sometimes bring back presents when they went overseas. They didn’t always have the time to stop by a gift shop but when they did, the gifts were always cherished and held a little closer when the Avenger eventually had to travel again. 

Two weeks before his mission, you had gotten very close with Sam. Your daddies asked him to watch over you one day and he gave you a whole adventure. He took you to a pottery painting studio, then the park, and ended the day with the best ice cream you’ve ever had. From then on, you were inseparable. 

During group meal times, you’d make jokes with him across the table. If you were allowed in the room for a meeting, you’d pass notes back and forth. Sam would also play with you during Tony’s summer parties; he was going to let you fly with redwing before Bucky marched outside and confined you to his hip for the rest of the night. You didn’t mind too much though, the sky probably wasn’t as comfortable as being held by Baba. 

Your attachment to Sam made this mission all the more difficult for everyone involved. You, because you missed your friend. Sam, because he missed your happy giggles and felt bad for leaving you right when he finally gained your trust. And your daddies because they had to witness you get sad every time something reminded you of Sam. 

Fortunately, the mission was going well and he was expected to return right on time. On his last day, Sam was looking both ways to cross the street when a stuffed animal in a display window caught his eye. He looked at his watch to see if he had enough time to make his flight, then quickly entered the store and bought the plushie because he knew you’d love it. 

On the plane, Sam sat with the plushie in his lap to keep it safe. It was still in the bag from the store, looking like an oddly shaped lump in a now wrinkly paper bag. When Sam returned to the tower, Steve was the first to greet him before you nudged your Dada out of the way to give Sam a bone-crushing hug. 

“I missed you, Sammy!”

“I missed you too, peanut.” He kneeled down and handed you the paper bag. “I gotcha something.”

You beamed at him. “Thank you! I love it!”

Sam laughed. “You haven’t even opened it yet!”

“I already know I’m gonna like it because it’s from you,” you said, matter of factly. “But okay.”

You opened the bag and gasped when you saw the plush. 

It was a soft turtle with a slightly slouched posture, but that wasn’t the part you were focused on. Your favorite part was the plushie’s grumpy expression. It looked just like Bucky. 

“HE HAS BABA FACE! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!” You screamed your gratitude while running circles around the trio of Sam and your daddies. Sam and Steve were barely holding in their laughter, meanwhile Bucky stood confused, but happy that you were happy. Despite his super hearing, he wasn’t sure if he heard you correctly. Did you say baba face? Or maybe you said bubble face?  

Bucky figured that this wasn’t something he needed the answers to immediately, so he didn’t ask any questions and resolved to watching you tire yourself out. 

The grumpy turtle became your new shadow. Everywhere you went, so did the plush. You’d have it tucked under your arm while running through the compound. During mealtimes in your home, the turtle would get his own chair and toy food. Outside, you kept your turtle in a drawstring backpack with the head poking out so he could see the world too. When your daddies carried you around, you’d make a silly game out of making the turtle mess up your Dada’s hair or bite your Baba’s ears. 

Even before giving you the turtle, Sam loved to boast about how he was your favorite Avenger(you didn’t have a favorite, but you didn’t have the heart to correct him on that when he kept giving you all of his attention). When you all played hide and seek, he bragged for three days straight about how you chose him to be your partner. Your attachment to the turtle only heightened his pride. 

He always asked you where the turtle was, knowing it couldn’t be more than three feet away from you. Sam made a big fuss about the turtle having his own seat at the dinner table and fell victim to your strength and contagious giggles when you pushed him out of his seat to make room for your turtle. Sam learned his lesson that day and didn’t fight for the turtle to have his own chair in the debriefing room. However, he did bring in an extra stool for the plush. Sam even bought you the very drawstring backpack that allowed you to take your new friend on your outdoor adventures. In private, he’d ask you about how the turtle was settling into his new home and gave him the gentlest kiss when you said the turtle needed more lovin’. 

The others all thought your friendship with Sam was adorable, but there was one person who saw this as an opportunity for some friendly competition. Natasha knew that there was room in your heart for more than one avenger bestie, so she devised a plan to take her spot. She had two missions in August–the first: survey a crime group that’s suspected to have ties with Zemo. The second: give you a gift worthy of four days of bragging. 

After successful recon, Natasha’s plane landed in the Avenger’s HQ. She turned in her paperwork that she completed on the flight home, then went to freshen up so she could give you your gift. Natasha found you cuddled up with Steve in the movie room watching some old cartoon. She knocked on the door.

“Got any room for a couple more friends on that couch?”

“Natty, you’re back!” You untangled yourself from Steve and ran to give her a hug. You looked behind her expecting to see more of the group. “Where’s the other friends?”

She held up a bag with the arm that wasn’t hugging you. “Your new friend traveled a long way to get here.”

You squealed and hugged Natasha again before accepting the bag from her hand and kneeling on the floor to pull out the tissue paper and free your gift. 

“You guys are spoiling them, you know that?” Steve asked, lightheartedly from the couch.

“Oh hush, how many hours of screen time have you given them today?”

Steve opened and closed his mouth a couple times, not expecting the question.

“Doesn’t count if the movies came from your time, right?” 

Any response from Steve was cut off by your cheering. 

“BABA OCTOPUS!! BABATOPUS!!” you held up the plush proudly like it was Simba. “Dada, look!”

“Oh he’s beautiful, baby.” Steve chuckled at the round, bright red octopus plush with a deep frown on its face. “What do you say to Nat?”

“THANK YOU NAAAT!” you yelled. Excitement flickered across your face once more, then you ran out of the movie room with the octopus securely tucked under your arm.

“Where are you going, baby? And no running indoors!” Steve shouted as he chased after you. 

You slowed for a bit, but kept moving at a swift pace. “I hav’ta show Baba my new friend!”

Natasha watched your little race from the movie room with an amused grin on her face. During dinner that night, she enjoyed the shocked look on Sam’s face when you pulled up with two grumpy plushies and pretended to feed the octopus before the turtle.

Sam turned to Natasha. “You have no idea what you’ve just started.”

She smirked. “And you have no idea what you’re getting into.”

Steve leaned over to whisper to Bucky. “We’re gonna need more space in the playroom.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

The competition expanded beyond Natasha and Sam. All of the Avengers were determined to find the next grumpy plush to win your heart. There was a penguin from Peter, a frog from Thor, a cat from Tony, and a panda from Wanda. Your collection was starting to get out of control. You desperately wanted to carry all of your plushies everywhere with you to keep things fair, but your daddies put an end to that when you tripped on the sidewalk while trying to push a stroller full of scowling stuffed animals. 

Bucky decided to help you create a system so you could fairly pick one plushie from the collection to carry around for the day. He made small slips of paper so you could write down their names and pull one out of a cup each morning. He brought his supplies to you while you were having an afternoon snack at the dining table. His heart broke seeing you with your knees bandaged up and the streaks of dried tears from the fall earlier today still on your face.

“Hi, Baba,” you sniffled.

“Hey, sweetie. What’s going on? You eatin’ your snack?”

“Mhm.”

“Why aren’t you eating at the kitchen island, baby? You always eat your snack there.”

You pouted and gestured to the plushies sitting around you. “I can’t fit all my friends there.”

“Oh I know, bubs. It must be so hard carrying all these guys around, huh?” He mentally scolded himself for leaving you alone during your snack. He should’ve known better than to expect you to stay put when your little friends were trapped inside the stroller. It must’ve taken so long to arrange the plushies around the table with your injury. 

You perked up at his next words. 

“Baba has something for you.” Bucky spread out the slips of paper on the table and placed a cup next to them. “You can write down the names of all your little friends on these papers and pick one name out of the cup to decide which one you’re walking around with for the day. Does that sound fair?”

You shrugged, “I guess I can do that.” You really would’ve liked a solution that allowed you to bring all of the grumpy plushies with you everywhere, but deep down you knew that it just wasn’t practical. You took the pencil that Bucky held out for you and started writing down your plushies’ names.

Your Baba lovingly kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back while you wrote. He loved watching you focus on a task. He almost didn’t notice what you were writing down.

Bucky squinted then blinked a couple of times, not believing what he saw. “Baby, why are you writing ‘Baba’ on everything?”

You paused and tilted your head back to look at him. “That’s their names. Baba Turtle and Baba Cat and Baba Bear and Baba-”

“Why do you call them that?”

“‘Cause look!” You picked up the grumpy frog sitting next to you and held it out for Bucky to see. “They look like Baba!” You hugged the plushie before setting it back down to continue writing. 

Bucky’s heart melted. His sweet, wonderful baby was so attached to these plushies that reminded them of him. His signature scowl that often got him into trouble brought them comfort. His friends even noticed and spoiled his baby rotten with even more of these toys. 

Bucky continued watching you work. He looked at the plushies differently now. 

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

Steve and Bucky were cleaning your playroom. Normally this would be your responsibility, but you had gone to bed a little earlier, and they didn’t want you walking too much with your injury. Steve was putting your plushies into their designated bins. He wasn’t harsh with them, but his efficient method of gathering an armful and plopping them down certainly would have raised an eyebrow from you. 

“Hey, go easy with turtle me,” Bucky teased. 

“Turtle you?” Steve asked. 

Bucky nodded proudly, then held the plush up to his face. “Don’t you see the resemblance?” 

“Whatever, punk. At least my face isn’t the reason we have a 50 gallon bin of stuffed animals.” Steve turned around and kept cleaning, completely missing the look of excitement on Bucky’s face. 

The next day, your Baba volunteered to pick up breakfast while Steve helped you get ready. Bucky stopped by a toy store on his way to the bakery. He’d seen this particular plushie before and knew that this was the perfect moment to get it for you. Not too long later, he was entering your home with bagels in one hand and your new friend in the other. 

Bucky hid the plush behind his back when he heard you and Steve walking towards him. 

“Hi, Baba!”

“Good morning, baby.” Bucky leaned down to kiss your forehead, then kissed Steve’s cheek as a thanks when he handed off the box of bagels. 

You hugged Bucky and couldn’t help but notice that one of his hands wasn’t hugging you back. 

“Baba, hug me better,” you whined. 

Bucky laughed. “Hang on, I’ve got somethin’ for ya.”

You gasped in excitement and took a step back so you could see. Bucky revealed the plush with a dramatic flourish, then somewhat nervously waited for your reaction. The stuffed animal had you in shock. It was a stuffed giraffe that stood with the most perfect posture. It had spiky hair, blue eyes, and a charming smile. You knew exactly who it was supposed to resemble. 

“IT'S DADA!” You squealed and graciously took the plush while running to the kitchen where Steve was. He was already making his way to you when he heard your scream. 

“Dada’s right here, bubba. What’s going on?”

You held up the plush while doing a little dance. “Look! It’s a Dada giraffe!”

Steve laughed then ran a hand over his face when he made the connection. You ran off to your playroom, saying something about “finding a Baba for this Dada” while your daddies shared a look. 

Bucky brought in Steve for a hug, patting his dumbfounded lover on the back. He playfully whispered in his ear, “We’re gonna need more space in the playroom.”

[diminuel]

I said I'd try to write a little companion piece/ continuation to my Luffy time traveling into the past to meet a young Crocodile comic!

As a warning: I know nothing about ships and since this is just a little no pressure project to try to get out of writer's block I didn’t do a lot of research. There is also a plot discrepancy because Luffy mentions Bonney and her abilities which he shouldn’t know based on the frame story I’ve given this fic *lol* Also: I don't know how to write these characters yet.

No beta, sorry for mistakes.

This is a Crocodad AU fic of course! ♥

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Maybe This Time Part 1 (3.5k)

“Better get down from there, Luffy!” Nami called from the upper deck. “I don’t quite trust these clouds.” Luffy turned to look over his shoulder, feet dangling over the railing. Nami stood with a hand over her brow, looking up at the sky. Luffy turned back to look out at the sea and tilted his head up. The sky had a pretty green hue, nearly blending seamlessly into a dark mist rising above them. A huge dark cloud had formed ahead, casting a shadow over the sea in the distance.

“Just-“

He titled forward, lost his grip on the railing. A swooping feeling of falling tickled his stomach but before he could make a surprised sound he hit the surface of the water. It felt like he was crashing through glass.

And then it was dark.

This wasn’t the first time Luffy woke up after having been tossed into the water, but for some reason he was bone dry. And oddly thirsty.

“Thirsty,” he wheezed, sticking out his tongue to escape the uncomfortable dryness of his mouth.

A small barrel with a straw was held out to him with a curt “here.” Luffy’s attention zeroed in on the offering and he grabbed it without second-thought. A couple of deep gulps of the water later he felt a lot better already. He heaved a sigh in relief. He took the straw into his mouth again, starting a thank you as he turned towards his savior.

Startled, he sucked in water and spit it out again before he could choke on it, right into the face of someone who looked shockingly familiar.

“BABA?!” Luffy yelled. The person in front of stared at him blanky, the water dripping off his face.

Luffy stared right back. Could it be? This wasn’t Baba as he knew him, but much younger. Sure, they hadn’t seen each other in a couple of months, but he couldn’t change that much, right? But who else could it be? The same hair, the same eyes, the same scar, the same unimpressed expression.

A thousand questions rampaged through Luffy’s minds. How was Baba here? Last they had talked he had been still on Buggy’s homebase. Had he saved him? Where was his crew? What kind of island was this? But one question seemed most important.

“Why are you so young?!” Luffy asked, staring at Baba who couldn’t be much older than Luffy was now.

“Huh?”

“Was it Bonney?” The confusion on Baba’s face only grew.

“Who?” he asked. Luffy stared back at him taking in the complete lack of recognition on Baba’s face.

What?

“Don’t you recognize me, Baba?!” Luffy shouted in horror. The corners of Baba’s mouth twitched and his brows drew down. At least that was a marginally more familiar expression on his face.

“My name isn’t Baba,” he insisted. “And no. Should I?” That hit Luffy like Grandpa’s fist of love.

“Yes!!” Luffy argued, feeling overwhelmed and his crew wasn’t even here to help figure this out. Robin or Jinbei would know what to do! Luffy looked at the sea. It was overcast, the sun faint, the air cool. It was most likely early morning. There wasn’t a single ship visible in the bay or beyond. No other people on this beach. He could feel tears form in his eyes.

“What is going on?” he yelled.

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There were rules for unexpected situations that had been drilled into his head at an early age. Get yourself out of any immediate danger. Figure out where your people are and regroup. Figure out where you are. Eat. Everything else can wait until after you’ve eaten.

Maybe the importance placed on food was just the Monkey family’s way of dealing with problems, but Luffy wasn’t about to complain. The perfectly grilled meat and the little stick that was loaded with huge mushrooms helped to dampen the anxious pit in his stomach. But the moment he looked up and caught a glimpse of the person sitting across from him, tearing the meat straight off the bone in an unsettling lack of finesse, he felt like he was being dunked into sea water again.

Just what was going on here? Luffy had been travelling with his crew, enjoying that exhilarating part of adventuring where you were simply sailing, facing the challenges the sea of the New World threw at you, not yet knowing where the path would take you. And then the next thing he knew he was plunged into water, sank, blacked out.

Nothing after made any sense. Because the person that had saved him…

“You’re staring.” Luffy startled at the unsettlingly unfamiliar voice. He watched the person opposite him pick his teeth. “Do I really look like that Baba person?” Maybe a smart man would keep his mouth shut and Luffy had been raised to have at least a pinch of common sense between his ears but…

Just what was he supposed to do when a young version of his father was sitting opposite him?!

“You do,” he settled on saying, wary. Baba didn’t look particularly upset by his lack of an explanation, not even a hint of annoyance pinching his brow. And that was unusual too.

What was this? A hallucination? Someone’s devil fruit power? Actual time travel?

(And why not into the future so Luffy could at least see cool robots shooting lasers?)

“What did you say your name was?” Baba asked, genuinely curious, then he pointed at the food in Luffy’s hands. “More where that came from,” he promised. “Eat.” And wasn’t that just another strange thing? Why was he so nice to him if he didn’t even know who Luffy was? Luffy stuffed the food in his mouth, chewing morosely.

“Monkey D. Luffy. I’m going to be the pirate king,” he announced, though far more subdued than he usually was when introducing himself. Baba’s eyebrow lifted.

“There’s no such thing as a king of pirates,” he said, chuckling to himself. “Isn’t that the whole point? The freedom?” Luffy swallowed his food, tilting his head in confusion. Baba put his elbow on his knee, and propped his chin in his palm. He grinned at Luffy, the expression open and joyful, almost mischievous. “That’s why I set sail. I want to do things for myself, see what I can achieve on the Grandline!” His grin softened to an expression a lot more familiar to Luffy though he couldn’t exactly place it. “A big adventure before…,” he trailed off and sat up straight, still grinning but not sharing his thoughts.

It was strange to hear Baba talk of freedom and piracy like that. While Baba had given Ace, Sabo and him a lot of practical information on what to expect out of piracy, he almost never talked about how it used to be for him when he just starting out. Luffy didn’t know when he became a pirate, what motivated him or why he gave up that freedom for a warlord position.

He just knew that nowadays everything, even freedom, was shackled by conditions upon conditions. A thousand locks for Baba and Dad to pick before it could be achieved. Luffy had never quite understood it. Freedom was so easy to achieve if you just pushed your boat off the shore.

Maybe this Baba still trusted that freedom was always within reach.

“How old are you?” Luffy blurted out, putting aside the unease about the situation to admit a little bit of curiosity. Even if it was a hallucination or the work of a very capable impostor, he wanted to know more about him. He wanted to know everything about him.

“19,” Baba answered. “And you?”

“Uh, me too,” Luffy said, then lifted his fingers. “46 minus 19.”

“27,” Baba answered right away, chewing on a mushroom. It seems Baba hadn’t yet discovered the “don’t talk with your mouth full” rule.

“27 years?” Luffy repeated in dawning horror, touching his palms to his cheeks. “I’m 27 years in the past?!” He whined and let himself drop onto his back. He stared up at the overcast sky, partially visible through the sparse trees here so close to the shore. How was that possible?! Did they sail into some sort of mystical area of the Grandline and were now all scattered across time? Was that even possible?

Baba’s face appeared in his field of vision, blocking out the sky.

“What are you talking about?” he wanted to know, his hands in his hips as he bent down to study Luffy. “You can’t seriously believe that you’re from the future.”

“But I am!” Luffy insisted and jumped to his feet. Luckily Baba straightened quickly enough to not be hit by Luffy’s head. He grimaced, momentarily distracted by the fact that even now his father was nearly a head taller than him. He shrugged it off. “I know that there is no known devil fruit that will grant the user the ability to go back in time. But there has got to be an explanation for this!”

“Other than you being insane?” Baba offered but judged by his tone and the grin stretching his lips he was teasing, not mocking. Luffy groaned, then crossed his arms over his chest. “You do realize that what you’re saying is improbable.”

“But it’s still true!” Baba didn’t react to his outburst. “I’ve seen a lot of so-called improbable things before! Islands with dinosaurs! Islands that fly in the sky! Islands where people turned into living toys!” Baba lifted his eyebrows at that. Luffy waved him off. “It was just Mingo, don’t worry about it.”

“I’m not worrying about it,” Baba answered, amusement evident. “But it seems like you’ve already travelled a bit. I thought you were new to the Grandline. You look like a rookie.”

“I’m not!” Luffy protested then pointed his thumb at his chest. “I’ve been on the Grandline for 2 years! I’ve got an amazing ship and the best crew in the world!” At the mention of his crew his spirits sunk like an anchor. He hoped they were okay…!

“Where were you when you got separated from your crew? You can’t have been washed ashore from that far away,” Baba asked. Luffy hummed, trying to remember. He scratched his head.

“We’d been on sea for about three weeks after Wano,” he said. “But we hadn’t come into stable climate yet, so I don’t think we were close to an island.”

“Wano,” Baba repeated. “You were in the New World?” He seemed surprised now. Was he doubting him again?

“You’re in the New World too,” Luffy shot back.

“No! We’re on Agaricus,” Baba insisted. Luffy squinted at him. Where had he heard that name before? He was sure he had heard Baba mention it. “The next big island you might have heard of is Alabasta.” Luffy hit his balled fist into his palm in recognition.

“The autumn island where you like to go mushroom hunting!” he said then the words registered. “What?! We’re in the first half of the Grandline?!” Baba looked about as shocked as Luffy felt.

“How do you know that?” he asked and it took a moment for Luffy to realize that he looked wary all of a sudden, his stance a lot less relaxed. Luffy knew that he should be able to defend himself against a 19-year-old version of his father, but he still didn’t want to test that hypothesis if Baba actually started to believe that Luffy was a threat.

“I told you! I’m from the future! I know you!” Luffy defended himself. Baba frowned at him, but his stance shifted just a bit. A soft sound at Luffy’s feet made him look down just to see tendrils of sand slip back down on the floor. He hadn’t even realized that Baba must have manipulated the sand to grab him if needed. When Luffy looked up Baba’s expression was serious, a crease between his eyebrows.

“27 years into the future,” Baba affirmed. “When you and your crew sailed the New World. As apparently I do too.” He rubbed his arms, his face uncertain for the first time. “I’m still alive in 27 years?”

“Obviously!” Luffy insisted, angry at the suggestion that Baba would not make it on the Grandline. “You’re strong!” A small grin appeared on Baba’s face.

“Yeah? So how do we know each other? Am I your captain or something?” Luffy wrinkled his nose but at the same time Baba did too. “Do I insist on everybody calling me Baba like fucking Whitebeard wants everyone to call him Pops?” Baba made a disgusted expression at that. Luffy of course knew that Baba and Whitebeard had history, but as most things of his father’s past, this was something he kept close to his chest. Sometimes his secrecy was quite annoying and it was hard to pretend not to care about what had happened, especially since the old man had meant so much to Ace.

“How can you already have a grudge against Whitebeard at 19?”

“Oh, so you don’t know everything, Monkey D. Luffy,” Baba said, his grim look dropping quickly at the supposed upper hand he fancied himself to have. Luffy wasn’t used to these quick mood changes. Still, instead of answering he grimaced. “What?”

“I don’t like when you call me by my full name. You only do that when you’re scolding me. Call me Luffy or Strawhat.”

“Strawhat?” Baba asked, laughing. Luffy pulled his hat from his back and put it onto his head demonstratively. “And you let me scold you? What am I? Your mom?” Luffy pressed his lips together, the question feeling like someone had upended a bucket of cold water onto his head. But Baba laughed in amusement as if the thought was absurd. “Am I your captain?”

For the first time a different kind of worry made a home in Luffy’s mind. He had arguably no experience in time traveling but he wondered if it was a good idea to let his father know too much. Could Luffy change the past just by being here? Could he change his own present if he messed up here?

Luffy knew that he was a “happy accident.” What if he told Baba who he was and Baba decided to be a bit more careful so that no happy accidents happened accidentally? That’d be horrible! Would Luffy just disappear?! Maybe this was the true danger of this situation!

“You’re not my captain! I’m the captain of my ship!” Luffy insisted, pride in his position winning out over the moment of panic.

“Then what’s our connection?” Crocodile asked and took a step closer to Luffy, a glint in his eyes that Luffy didn’t quite like. He didn’t have a sharp hook to hold under his nose but he had a sharp and menacing grin. “Spit it out, Strawhat.”

“I… I don’t know anything!” Luffy said through pursed lips, looking away. But other than grab him and shake him or worse (as Luffy had seen Baba do to people who annoyed him or lied to him) Baba just blinked at him. Then he threw his head back and laughed.

“I know someone who’s just as horrible as you are at lying!” he said. Luffy wrinkled his nose. Not everyone could lie professionally. “But why don’t you want to tell me?”

“Because I am from the future!” Luffy insisted. “What if I say something that changes something big?! I don’t want that! I like my life! Maybe if someone sent me into this past, this is their objective?! What if they’re trying to kill me by letting me make a mistake here in the past that leads to me not being born?!”

“That seems far too much effort,” Baba said, looking Luffy up and down. “You don’t look particularly strong, Strawhat,” he said his tone annoyingly patronizing. “A stray bullet could kill you.”

“What?! I am strong! And my bounty is higher than yours!” he protested. Luffy would never have said that to his Baba’s face but this young version of him was different. “And I’m not going to tell you what it is!” Baba rolled his eyes.

“At least tell me I didn’t choose something as stupid as Baba as my name,” he said, then he moved his hand and a wave of sand spread over the fire they had roasted their food on, dousing it at once.

“I’ve always done my best to fly under the marine’s radar and it’s hard to break the habit. I haven’t really gotten my name out there yet,” Baba continued. He pointed at Luffy. “But I will! The world will soon hear of the exploits of Crocodile!” Luffy stared at him, taking in his wide, confident grin.

Baba looked impossibly young.

“Yes,” Luffy agreed, not sure why there was a lump in his throat. Baba smiled at him, then he reached out to pat Luffy’s shoulder. “Let’s go.” Baba turned around and started packing up the rest of the cooked meat and mushrooms. He tossed Luffy a bag, then shouldered his own. When he walked away from the camp, Luffy trailed after him.

“Where are we going?” he asked. They stepped out of the outskirts of the forest and back onto the beach. There was a small ship docking on a pier that Luffy hadn’t noticed back when he had first woken up. It wasn’t much bigger than the one Luffy had initially set out on. Far too small for a crew of more than two. Not a vessel that looked suited for the Grandline.

“You’re looking for your crew, right? And a way to get back home, wherever and whenever that might be,” Baba said and then thrust his thumb behind him, towards the ship. “So what do you say, Strawhat Luffy? Want to join me?” Luffy looked at him in surprise. Baba wasn’t exactly the kind of person to make such generous offers to strangers, at least he wasn’t today.

“Fine. But I’m captain!” Luffy said and extended his arm to grab onto the ship’s mast. He pulled himself onto the ship, Baba staring after him. Luffy sat himself down at the helm of the ship. Baba cursed to himself, then undid the rope and gave his ship a powerful shove with his foot. He turned into sand and landed on the ship next to Luffy.

“No way! This is my ship!” Luffy looked up the mast, noticing the lack of a pirate flag.

“Baba-“

“Don’t call me that.”

“Crocodile, you don’t even have a pirate flag!” he said disapprovingly and for the first time Baba actually seemed embarrassed. “Does your ship have name at least?”

“Yeah, it’s the Mind Your Own Business Strawhat!” Crocodile went down into the cabin and then came back with an eternal pose. Luffy couldn’t read the name written on it. Crocodile walked to the steering wheel and then looked up at the sail. Luffy watched as sand spread from Crocodile’s body until the sails were lifted and caught the wind.

“Where are we going?” Luffy asked, inspecting the stemhead but it didn’t seem particularly comfortable to sit on. Crocodile’s ship didn’t even have a figurehead! Maybe he had a banana in his galley so Luffy could put it on the stemhead. The "Mind your Own Business Strawhat" needed least some decoration. Momentarily caught up in his musings, it took him a moment to turn back around to look up at Crocodile behind the wheel. It was strange seeing him there. He had only sailed with Crocodile on the same ship once, leaving Impel Down. He didn’t know why it seemed so strange to see him man a ship himself. He knew that his father was a pirate and yet it seemed odd to realize what that actually meant. That he hadn’t always been a warlord who tended to stay in one place or travel on marine vessels, that he hadn’t always had 2000 people under his command, that he hadn’t always been an emperor’s commander. But he looked comfortable behind the wheel, like he had never done anything else.

“Do you want to go all the way to Wano?” Luffy eventually asked and jumped up to where Crocodile was. “What about your own adventure? Don’t you want to follow the log poses and do your route around the Grandline?”

“I don’t mind making a detour,” he easily said as if it wasn’t difficult at all for him to give up his plans. “And absolutely not, I’m not going to sail into the blue like that just based on your last location in allegedly 27 years from now” Crocodile said with a scoff. “We need information.” He smiled down at the log pose. “And I might have an idea where we could get it.”

To be continued? If you find it too hard to read on here I can post it on AO3.

[moonchildxoxx]

A/N: You are responsible for your own media consumption. MDNI 18+. Lit bit of anguish, little bit of smut and also a bit of fluff

Pairing: So’lek x Fem!Aranahe!Reader,

Word count: 2319

Synopsis: a classic young sunshine ☀️ and old grump🌧️ finally get together a young aranahe weaver falls for the grumpy hunter and eventually breaks down So’lek’s walls

The Weaver’s Heart and the Hunter’s Soul”

Solek sat in his makeshift camp that was nestled on the outskirts of the Aranahe territory. She found him sharpening his knives with a scowl on his face. "What do you want?" So'lek grumbled not looking up, he knew it was her, the little aranahe weaver that never seemed to leave him alone. “I just came to see how you were doing." She said as she hesitantly took a step forward crouching next to him. "Would you want to go for a ride with me?." Solek paused his sharpening and stared at her with a blank expression, processing the request. Her request was a surprise, it made him slightly uncomfortable. He could handle the hunt and the ambushes but something more light hearted like a ride was foreign to him. "I don't see the point of that." Was his response.

She rolled her eyes playfully "you're such a grump you're worse than my baba.” The corner of Solek's lips slightly turned up, he felt as if he should snap and be more hostile with her. But something about her presence made him feel at ease. "You seem quite comfortable calling me grumpy." The Na’vi said, raising an eyebrow.

"Well if the battle band fits" she said. A full blown chuckle escaped So'lek, he couldn't believe he had actually laughed in front of her. He quickly covered it up pretending to cough. "That was not a laugh." He declared. "No of course not that was an involuntary muscle spasm.” She answered sarcastically.

"Exactly." The Navi replied, he felt his cheeks slowly turning a dark shade of blue, he knew she must have seen this but he prayed she hadn't.

He quickly changed the subject by pointing to his sharpened weapons. "Why do you insist on coming to see me?" He asked. "Because I like you" she countered So'lek stared at her wide eyed, the words she spoke came as a surprise to him. No one had told him they liked him in a long time. "Why do you like me? I'm certainly not one of the more attractive males around ." Solek said with an air of confusion. "They don’t really hold my interest "

So'lek's eyes narrowed before he spoke again, he really wanted to know what it was about him that she liked so much. "Do you enjoy my scowl and grumpy attitude? Is that what attracts you?" "Part of it, yes" she admitted. The Na'vi couldn't believe this cute yet annoying female was making him blush. He didn't like this feeling of being vulnerable. "How is that attractive?" He said trying to change topics again.

“I’m not quite sure but I like it” she spoke

"So you like me with my angry scowl and me being rude, then what is the end goal then, do you hope to make me more friendly?" So'lek asked before he sighed thinking she didn't understand his intentions or his pain. "No!, of course not!. And you aren’t always so scowling

" she added "I'm not always scowling?" The Na'vi asked, raising his brows once more he wondered what was wrong with this female. Surely she had to be either crazy or very brave to say these things to him. “ then when am I not scowling?" “When you are with the sarentu " "That does not count." Solek replied in a tone that sounded offended. He couldn't believe she brought up the sarentu, he actually liked teaching the young hunter but it wasn't something he would openly admit.

“So'lek you are acting offended for nothing nobody else is going to hear a word of this conversation” she said. Solek paused before speaking again, maybe this female was right.

"Fine I am not always scowling, but only when I'm being polite to the younglings. But how would you know about that?" "I have eyes, others seem to turn a blind eye when it comes to you for some reason or another.” Solek was used to being viewed as a grump, an intimidating male. The rest of the Na'vi's wouldn't dare get in his way when he was on a hunt but this female seemed persistent to get to know him. "Do you really pay that much attention to me, what is the reason for that?" Solek asked, raising his eyebrows, he was intrigued but also slightly annoyed. "I do not have a straight answer but I feel a pull towards you… I like you "

So'lek's sharp eyes studied her for a moment before he spoke again. "A pull towards me?" He replied sounding a bit skeptical, surely this young female wasn't into him. He had no good qualities, he was a scarred damaged male whose hatred overpowered all else. "I must warn you there are much better males you could be drawn to."

She sighed " You are just as good as any of the others, you just need a little bit of time and patience .” Solek scoffed before shaking his head. "I am certainly not just as good as any other male. And I have no desire to be treated with patience or cared for. I do not need you coddling me." The Na'vi said in a low growl as he glared down at her. “It is not coddling Solek having patience with someone is not coddling” "It sure sounds like it. I'm a grown Na'vi male." Solek replied in a sharp tone, he didn't understand why she was trying to be so nice to him. Maybe she just felt sorry for him. He didn't need her pity, no one deserves pity. “Yes but you have also seen great horrors in your life time and you have not given yourself time to grieve or heal” she spoke softly trying to reason. So'lek's face was suddenly stone. "You have not lived through a war with the RDA, you know nothing about grief, what pain I've lived through." The Na'vi said in an icy tone, suddenly he felt like yelling at her in all of his rage. "you are right I have not seen a war of that size " she spoke calmly

Seeing her being so calm in this situation was infuriating to the Na vi. "Is that the reason you like me? Your curiosity of my past?" Solek said with a slight edge. “No Solek your past is not a thing of importance but I understand you have trauma and it will always be apart of you.” So'lek turned away from her , he couldn't believe this female understood his situation. "You actually seem to understand." The Na'vi said before he paused, he didn't like letting people see his vulnerable side. "But if you understand then, how do you still like me?" "Why wouldn't I like? Why should anything you've gone through change my opinion on you Solek" she asked. Solek paused before speaking again, her words brought the slightest glimmer of hope within him. No one had ever liked him for who he was before, only what he could offer them. He was confused and somewhat hopeful about this female.

"Even with all of my scars and baggage you still like me?" "That's how i've only ever known you So'lek " The Navi was taken aback by her response. She ad a point, she ad only ever seen his scarred face and scarred body. But now as he tried to look back, she had never actually seen him any other way. "But all you've seen is me being rude and angry." Solek mumbled, he didn't like admitting this much to her “I don’t care So’lek” she spoke

Solek paused again, she really didn't care that she had only known his scarred side. The Na'vi felt his heart beating quicken, the thought of her being so understanding was bewildering him, but also it gave him another feeling that he wasn't used to but could identify. "So you have no problems with my scars, my attitude, my personality?" He asked her, there was hope now that his scars didn't scare her away from him.

She kissed his cheek softly. So'lek froze as her soft lips touched his cheek. He was not expecting a kiss nor did he think a female like herself could do that. His face felt like it was on fire as the he just stared at her lips before speaking again.

"Do that again" The words just spilled out of his mouth, he didn't know why but he needed to feel that once more. She kissed his cheek again gently. The rush of euphoria and adrenaline Solek felt after a second kiss was immense. It was unlike anything he had felt before or maybe it was long forgotten. When she pulled away, the Navi could only gaze into her eyes for a moment.

"Are you sure you like me?"He asked his voice sounding a bit shaky, he needed to know.

Solek would not let himself get his hopes up too much, not when he could be left severely heartbroken. He tried not to care if she said she did not have Feelings for him, but it would hurt greatly if she ejected him. She kissed him on the lips this time The kiss made Solek feel as if all his senses had been amplified. The taste of her lips caused his heart to race. The warmth of her body and her scent was intoxicating to him. The Na'vi wanted a chance to return the favor, to show her how much he cared. He placed his hands on her back and pulled her close so that now your bodies were pressed against each other.

He opened his mouth before connecting his lips to hers nd pulled her into a deep kiss.

Solek was breathing heavily after the intense kissing session and the Na'vi had to ask the one question that had been weighing heavily on his mind. "Why are you being so nice to me? I am a scarred damaged male, l am not someone you should be falling for."

She had had enough “Why? What exactly makes you damaged So'lek? Tell me " she argued. So'lek's face turned slightly red when she asked that. "Are you joking? I am covered in scars both mentally and physically. I have been at war for years, I have killed countless humans to protect my home. I've seen my family and friends die. I have killed." The Na'vi spoke slowly, he was beginning to feel the weight of these things again. "You didn't even flinch when I told you this." "Because none of this changes who you are Solek " Solek could not understand how she was still persisting that he was worth caring about. He was shocked, yet pleased that she didn't care. "You're unbelievable." The na'vi said in awe. He pulled her into his lap so that now she was cradled against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, like he was afraid she might disappear. So'lek couldn't help himself from burying his face in her hair. She smelled like fresh rain and sweet berries. The Na'vi relished in this moment, feeling her body pressed against his.

He ran a hand along her back,gently touching her bare skin. He also enjoyed the feeling of her hair between his fingers as he twisted and twirled the locks in his hand. She gently caressed his cheek

The feeling of her fingers against his face made Solek shiver. He was not used to this soft touch, but he didn't hate it. You're driving me mad, you know that." Solek said softly against your hair as he pulled her in closer. Now that she was against his chest, he was tempted to bury his face in her shoulder and take in her scent but that would only make his desire stronger. The Navi gently nipped at her ear, his heart racing. A part of him felt like a lovesick teenage boy, he was enjoying being so close to her and feeling your body against his. He then gently touched a hand to her chin and tilted her head back so he could look her in the eyes. He looked at her face, studying her facial features. Solek thought she looked angelic. The way the sunlight touched her skin, the way her hair framed her face "You're driving me mad, you know that." Solek said softly against her hair as he pulled her in closer.

Now that she was against his chest, he was tempted to bury his face in her shoulder and take in her scent but that would only make his desire stronger. He then traced his thumb along her bottom lip before speaking in a low tone.

"You are beautiful..." He spoke before he began to trail his finger along her jaw and down her neck. As he felt her warm skin under his touch he suddenly had the urge to mark her as his.

The Na'vi began to kiss her neck and he nibbled gently on the soft skin. He began feeling the strong desire to markher , to make his claim on her visible for all to see. She moaned gently So'lek's heart skipped a beat as she let out a little moan. He smiled upon hearing her make this noise, he wanted to hear it again.

"Oh you like that do you?" He said in a low tone before sucking gently on her neck.

He sighed as she gently caressed his skin and he couldn't help but turn his head to press a soft kiss to her palm . His body was filled with sensations of desire and he had an intense urge to hold her closer. The Na'vi was fighting the urge to pick her up and carry her to his tent so he could do other things to her. For now he knew he had to act with restraint and so, he settled for wrapping his arms around her tighter and pulling her in close to his chest.

[mochinomnoms]

Shrimpy Chronicles: The Drop-Off

Background Octopolycule x Reader (Main: Dad!Jade and OC!Daughter)

Synopsis

“Open water! I wanna see the water open at the drop-off!” Oh yes, she knows all about how Dada raved about the drop-off. Pearl knew it all too well, more than she wanted, actually. Dada, with his droopy eyes and raspy giggle, talked about how the open ocean is where all the big scaries come from. Where leviathans sleep, and the kraken lays in wait for the next unsuspecting meal. And that’s if the human fish-ear-men don’t get you first! “They throw in iron hooks, puttin’ tasty morels from the surface to bribe ya. And then, when you bite, take even a nibble, the hook digs into your cheek! And out through your skin! They drag ya up ‘n out of the water, and then they skin and scalp ya to eat!” No, she didn’t have nightmares for weeks after! Pearl was just having a hard time sleeping!

Collection Masterlist: Shrimpy Chronicles

[wc} - 2,020

[cw/tags] - Reader is mentioned as 'Ama' but has they/them pronouns, in daughter's p.o.v., heavily implied poly!octotrio x reader, main focus is Jade with daughter.

[notes] - I wanted to write a cute domestic scenario with the other twin since I did Coral in the last story lol. Thinking aboujt Jade's dream in Book 7, even though it's not accurate I think it does show that he does like having his friend and brother around. I think he'd want his kids to feel the same about their own siblings and friends.

also prime sibling behavior at the end uwu

If Pearl had to decide on going to school or hiding in the coral in her bedroom, she’d rather hide. 

No, she’s not a baby! She’s not scared of her first day of school! She just doesn’t want to go, she thinks it’s booooooring!

That’s what she’s telling Coral anyways, who rolled her eyes when Pearl asked if she wanted to skip the day before. 

“I don’t wanna! Dada said they take you to the drop off and look at how deep the-the—um…”

Coral had scrunched her nose and lips, frustration clear on her little face.

“I forgot what it was called.”

“I think Dada said it was open?”

“Open water! I wanna see the water open at the drop-off!”

Oh yes, she knows all about how Dada raved about the drop-off. Pearl knew it all too well, more than she wanted, actually. 

Dada, with his droopy eyes and raspy giggle, talked about how the open ocean is where all the big scaries come from. Where leviathans sleep, and the kraken lays in wait for the next unsuspecting meal. 

And that’s if the human fish-ear-men don’t get you first!

“They throw in iron hooks, puttin’ tasty morels from the surface to bribe ya. And then, when you bite, take even a nibble, the hook digs into your cheek! And out through your skin! They drag ya up ‘n out of the water, and then they skin and scalp ya to eat!”

No, she didn’t have nightmares for weeks after! Pearl was just having a hard time sleeping!

Either way, Pearl just didn’t feel like leaving the comfort of her home. Her Baba was gone for the morning already to check on his restaurant on the surface, while her Ama and Nana Narissa left a bit ago to talk with people in the town.

Ama and Nana had given her and her sister lots of kisses and made them breakfast to wish them good luck. Ama looked ready to cry as Nana put a barrette made of sturgeon scales into Coral’s hair, clipping her two dark strands of hair back and out of her face.

 Ama was fully bawling as Nana did the same thing for Pearl, though her hair was long and thin enough to be fully clipped into a low ponytail.

“They match like their fathers! Waaaah! They’re so cute!” 

Ama had been babbling, squeezing Coral and Pearl to her chest like a kid with a toy. Dada always squeezed tightly, but Ama could give him a run for his money right then.

Nana had to drag Ama away and called for her Dada and Papa to finish getting her and Coral ready. Dada was giggling at Ama as they swam out the front door, while Papa was looking at her and Coral. 

“My, my. Look, Floyd, the little ones are matching us.” Papa reached down to tap at the barrettes in her and her twin’s hair. “How did Mother get these scales, I wonder?”

“Mama’s real cutthroat, probably told some of them that she’d serve them up to humans if they didn’t give her some.” Dada had taken to picking up Coral by the tail and swinging her upside down in his arms. 

“What? No, Nana is nice!” Coral was giggling, twisting and turning to get out of Dada’s grasp. 

“Nice to you, Nana loves her baby grand shrimp!” Pearl watched as Coral managed to wiggle mostly out of Dada’s grasp, reaching up to pull at his dark gray strand of hair 

As her sister pulled harder at his hair, and Papa swam over to pull Coral away from his face, Pearl took the opportunity to quietly slip out and back into her bedroom. She could still make out the sounds of laughter and a screech from Dada as she heard a chomping sound. 

Pearl giggled to herself, swimming into her bedroom to find a hiding spot. Somewhere new, though, where Dada or Papa couldn’t find her. 

Hmm, in the bookshelf? No, that wouldn’t work. Under the pillows? No, they’d see her underneath it. Oh, wait! Baba left his old octopot in their room! Said something about using it for a hatchling, but she didn’t know what that was!

She’s not a hatchling, so maybe they’d never suspect she’d be there. Perfect!

Pearl hummed to herself, going into the toy corner, where she saw the black, metal cauldron among the many toys she and her sister had been gifted with over the years. 

She didn’t exactly match the color of the pot, but Pearl supposes she can cover the entrance with a stuffed toy.

“Hmm, oh! This one!” Pearl grabbed a blue and yellow reef fish, just big enough to cover the entrance, and curled into the pot as tightly as she could. 

Pearl closed her eyes and relaxed, being soothed by the cool iron of the pot and the darkness surrounding her. Even the stripes on her tail were starting to glow in the rhythm of her heartbeat. 

Biting at the tips of her claws, she waited for the sounds of her fathers and sister to finally disappear. Hopefully they wouldn’t notice she snuck off and—

“Oya? Now what little creature is hiding here?”

The sudden light in her eyes made Pearl hiss and curl further into herself, burying her face into her tail and arms. She felt Papa’s hands carefully reach in and pull her out, though she growled and swiped at them. Even when she bit into one of his fingers, Papa still carefully cradled her and brought her back into the open. 

He looked amused as she gnawed on his finger, twisting her little tail around his arm as she let out another growl, trying to imitate a roll she’d seen him do to a barracuda once. A death roll, she thinks it was called?

“I see, it’s my little elver! Now, what is my elver doing hiding from her Papa, hmm?” Papa cooed at her, rubbing his thumb against her cheek affectionately. 

Pearl let out a pleased purr, finally letting go of his fingers and nuzzling into his touch. She just about melted into his arms as he brought her to his chest, humming as she curled in like she used to when she first hatched. 

“Now, Pearl, what’s going on?” Papa sunk to the floor, curling his tail around him as he spoke. “Aren’t you excited about your first day? Your sister certainly is.”

“Umm, yeah! I just—I just feel—um—sick!” Pearl let out a ‘cough’, sticking her tongue out for dramatic effect.

“Ehgeh…I’m too sick to go to school.”

Papa’s chest shook, sounding like he did when he was trying not to laugh at Baba Zuzu when she tried to eat one of his arms. 

“Oh, is that—pfft—so?”

“Yeah! Too sick. Too tiiiired! I stay home!”

Pearl went limp in Papa’s arms, feeling rather satisfied in herself. She managed to trick him! No school for her means no drop-off either! Now she could stay home all day and—

“Oh noooo, you can’t stay home, Pearl, we need to take you to the doctor!”

Huh?

“Oh, um, no thank you—”

“Yes, yes. You must go to the doctor, that cough sounds awfully terrible. You’re going to need, hmm, throat surgery.”

Pearl started squirming out of Papa’s grasp, finding it rather hard to do when he decided to squeeze her against his chest. 

“No Papa Jade, I don’t wanna go to the doctor—”

“Hmm, then you’ll need medicine, the one that tastes like sour algae.” 

Pearl panicked, pushing against his face, which was slowly morphing into a grin.

“Actually Papa, I think I’m okay, I’m not sick—”

Papa’s second jaws clacked as he softly pressed his teeth on her, brushing against her cheek, then neck, then tummy, tickling her. 

“Aha! You lied to Papa, now he’s going to eat you!”

“EEEEE!” Pearl shrieked, thrashing in his hold as she cackled. “NOOO—snrk—STOOOP! PAPAAAA! AAAAAAH—snort—THAT TICKLES!!”

Papa let out a gentle laugh as he finally let Pearl breathe, using his free arm to lean against the ground. She was small enough though for her to still be cradled in his other arm. 

“Now, Pearl, do you want to tell me the actual reason you don’t want to go to school? It’s your first day after all.”

Tucking herself into his arms and shutting her eyes closed, Pearl mumbled into her Papa’s chest.

“...I’m scared of the monsters…”

She felt herself moving again, peeking from her eyelashes to look at Papa’s frowning face. 

“Monsters my sweet?”

Peal nodded, tapping her claws together nervously. 

“Yeah, and the fish-ear-mans. The ones that Dada Floyd said would-would—um—scape you to eat?”

“Scalp, my sweet.” Papa looked mad, but still gave her a soft smile. “He means scalp.”

Sighing and swimming up and towards the door, Papa held Pearl’s hand to help her follow. 

“And he’s being a bit dramatic, they don’t eat little mermaids like you. Even if they wanted to, I wouldn’t let them.”

The living room was empty, Dada and Coral probably left already to the pickup spot for school. It wasn’t very far from their grotto, and it looked like a lot of other families were on the way as well. 

“...But, Papa? What about the monsters?”

Papa looked down at her, his eyes softening as he rubbed a thumb over her hand. 

“Well, the sea has many monsters, but they all live far, far away from the reef. Much farther in the deep sea, that’s why you go to school, to learn how to protect yourself from the monsters.”

Pearl pouted, she didn’t know what learning her numbers had to do with monsters. 

“But, if I stay home…the monsters will never find me! Problem solved!”

She smiled to herself, shimmying her shoulders like she was dancing. 

“They can’t find me at home! You can protect me!”

Papa let out a chuckle, tugging her along as they saw Dada and Coral waiting at the pickup for the teacher. She thinks his name was Mr. Raymond.

“Well, that is certainly true, but—” Tugging her up into his arms again, Papa pressed his forehead against hers and murmured. “—who will protect Coral? She’ll be all alone without you.”

Pearl frowned at that, looking at her sister, who was currently clenching tight onto Dada’s arm and digging her teeth into his shoulder. 

“...I think Dada Floyd needs more protecting than Coral.”

A laugh left Papa’s mouth as he watched the small shrimpmer somehow launch herself at Dada’s face, making him fall backwards into the ground.

“Perhaps you’re right, but she’d still like the company. I know I did with your other parents.” 

She smiled at that, Coral did always like bringing her around when they got into trouble. Baba and Ama told her that Dada and Papa got into it a lot too. They seemed to grow up fine. 

“...Okay Papa, I trust you!”

Pearl wriggled out of his grasp, darting over to Coral and practically tackled her off of Dada and into the soft sand. Both of them giggled as they played a game of tag, waiting for their teacher to pick them up. 

As the two were preoccupied, Jade swam up to Floyd, who was up and stretching his arms over his head. 

“Heya Jade, was wondering how long it’d take ya to find Pearl—yow!”

Floyd hissed as Jade pulled on his earfin, on the verge of digging his claws into the thin skin. A small, polite smile on his face, Jade leaned in to quietly hiss. 

“When our mates get back home from their work and chores, we are going to have a good and clear conversation about how to talk to our children, if just to keep myself from mangling you to shreds.”

Finally let go of, Floyd held a hand to his now tender fin, glaring at his brother and growling. 

“Tch, what’s stoppin’ ya now?”

Jade pouted and wiped an imaginary tear from the corner of his eye, even sniffling for dramatic effect. 

“Our mates—unfortunately—adore you too much, I fear Azul and (Name) would be devastated…”

“Fuckin’ asshole.”

“Yes you are, but what am I?”

comments and reblogs appreciated 🩷

[angelbaby-fics]

Daddy stucky x little reader x little Peter where the reader is in babyspace and want to give them paci kisses and everytime she does she start to giggle 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Paci Kisses

Word Count: 640

A/N: Eeeep this idea is so so cute, thank you for requesting it!!! I don't know what else to say about this one other than I had a sweet time writing it & I hope you enjoy! 💕

Steve and Bucky were so very in love, and they weren’t afraid to show it. Every morning when Steve put breakfast down on the table, he’d kiss Bucky on the lips before they each began eating, their own little way of saying grace. Peter would always giggle, usually regressed around that silly age when kisses meant cooties, but you were too little to understand. Every time one of them left the house, they’d share a kiss; sometimes even just when one of them left the room. You were so tiny, you didn’t fully comprehend what it meant, your brain only really working in concepts. All you knew was that daddies meant love, and daddies kissed a lot, so kisses must mean love too. You wanted to return the favor.

That morning, you were woken up by Steve’s strong arms lifting you out of your crib. You blinked sleepily and smiled at him from behind your paci, your cheeks rounding out and your eyes squinting as you did so.

“Good morning angel, I love you,” Steve greeted, always wanting the first thing you heard every morning to be words of love. He kissed you on the forehead and shifted you into the crook of his arm so he could carry you out into the living room with one hand. As he did so, you leaned forward, tapping the plastic of your pacifier against his cheek. 

“Woah, what was that, baby?” Steve asked with a slight chuckle. He didn’t think you’d really be violent with him, but he wasn’t sure what you could be doing when you clumsily headbutted his cheek. 

You were too small to explain it, your little brain couldn’t find the words. All you could think to do was kiss him, over and over and over. 

“Mwah, mwah, mwah!” You mumbled softly from behind the paci, softening your taps in the hopes he’d get the memo. And boy did he. “Is that a kiss? Are you kissing daddy?” Steve asked with wide, excited eyes and laughter in his voice.

You nodded, giggling as you kissed him again, again, again. Steve kissed you back, planting his lips on the plastic, which made you giggle even more. Then, he carried you into the living room where Bucky and Peter were, with a huge grin on his face. 

“Buck! Look what our baby can do!” He said with glee, and then tapped on his cheek, motioning for you to kiss him once more, which you did joyously.

Bucky cheered and clapped for you, getting up from the couch to give a standing ovation, which made you beam even harder from behind the paci. 

“Can I have one, babydoll?” He asked eagerly, and you nodded, reaching out from Steve’s arms towards Bucky’s.

You happily kissed your Baba all over his face, giggling after each one until eventually the kisses devolved into you just nuzzling your paci across his cheeks like a puppydog. Steve joined the cuddlefest on the couch, pinching your little round cheeks. Peter had been distracted from his toys since the moment you entered the room, watching your interactions with captivated awe, but he finally couldn’t stand it anymore. He stood up, letting a toy car fall from his hand with a clatter. 

“‘S not fair! I want kisses too!” He whined with a pout.

You didn’t want your Petie to feel left out, you loved him just as much as you loved your daddies of course. You reached out to him now, kicking your little feet with delight as he ran over to the three of you. Now your whole family was together on the couch, and you took turns kissing each of them, and each of them took turns kissing you. You’d already mastered your newest skill, and you couldn’t wait to keep practicing every single day.

[cvsmixnaya]

a lando x desi!reader marriage fic. Omgggv just imagine all the lil functions and tradition it'd be sooo cutee

Mehndi laga ke rakhna

OKAY SO. i did get a request similar to this so im just gonna combine both so i hope yall dont mind!!! the other request i got was basically this but it just mentioned that lando was telling y/n that they’ll get married like this one day and i wanted to include that cause it’s so cute🤭 also the unfortunate truth is that i haven’t been to a lot of weddings. the only wedding i remember very well was my aunt’s wedding from when 10 years ago(i was 9. fuck that’s crazy) but i did my best with this.

Ever since Y/n took Lando to her friend’s wedding. The thought of marrying her never left his mind. All he wanted was to marry her but the way her culture does it. Growing up in India meant a lot of traditions, festivals, wedding events, etc.

When Y/n asked Lando to come with her to her friend’s wedding, he said no at first but after attending all the events, he was mesmerised. He loved every single one of them. The mehndi, the sangeet, the haldi. all of it

The day of the wedding, as both of them watched her friend marry the love of her life, he wrapped his arms around her beautiful lengha whispering

“One day, I’m gonna marry you exactly like this”

She smiled said she couldn’t wait for that day to come. And boy that day came so quickly. With the blessing of her parents, he proposed to her a month or two later and immediately got to work.

Lando basically saw a new side of his fiancée. Full of stress and making sure things were right. Slowly she started to lose her mind cause she had to come up with the guest list, find the venue for all the events and Lando was starting to see how much goes into a desi wedding.

But once all the events took place, it felt magical.

Mehndi

The mehndi event was fine. Y/n was basically sitting in one place for hours getting mehndi (henna) done on her hands and legs. Lando kept coming over to give her company smiling like a child the whole time.

She was wearing a simple kurta that belonged to her mom with a dupata. She saw Lando come up to her and sit next to her careful not to ruin anything

“Hello my lovely bride” He greeted her placing a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“Hi baba. Hogaya tera? (you’re done?)” She asked him and he happily showed off his palm with mehndi on it.

“All done and dried”

She smiled at his little goofy self. They enjoyed each other’s company even though she basically couldn’t move but she leaned into him resting herself as she watched the design come to life on her body.

He loved everything about this. He knew he was gonna love the coming days of this era.

Sangeet

The sangeet was everyone’s favourite cause they get to dance for the couple and her friends had so much planned for them. The drivers invited actually reached out to Y/n’s friends and asked them for help so they could do a dance and that’s exactly what they did.

Everyone was getting drinks, having conversations and when it was time for the performance, they gathered around the floor stage to watch the performances by friends.

Lando and Y/n were sitting at the front while the rest were standing and two of her friends entered with the song “kamariya” playing making her cheer since it was garba dance which she adored so much. The dance was so good and when it was changing to the next song, the rest of her group joined in.

The next dance had the song “kukkad” so the boys and girls were dancing together. The reason they chose this song was cause student of the year was their favourite movie during their childhood (and also because of Sidharth Malhotra).

A few performances later came the best for last. Carlos, Oscar, Max, Charles and George entered the stage making the crowd go crazy. Especially Lando since he gets to see his friends dance to the best item song ever which was “fevicol se”

They boys did great. Y/n was so proud of them she got up with Lando and went to hug them after their dance and everyone joined the floor having the time of their life.

Haldi

Lando and Y/n decided to keep the haldi event small with close friends and family only. The haldi event was basically smearing tumeric/haldi on the bride and groom. It’s normally a day or two before the actual wedding and held it at her house.

Everyone put tumeric all over them. In their hair, skin, clothes. Everywhere. It was a short event but very intimate and fun. So many pictures got taken over the days and many memories were made.

The wedding

the day was finally here. The day Lando and Y/n get married. How were they feeling you ask? nervous as hell. No cold feet. No. They knew they wanted to do this. It just felt too good to be true. They couldn’t believe this was actually happening

Y/n was in the dressing room getting ready for the big day. She wore a beautiful Manish Malhotra Lenhgha and her makeup was stunning. Her mother was helping her get everything together.

“I’m so happy for you baba. Meri bacchi ki shaadi ho rahi hai (my daughter is getting married)”

She said before kissing Y/n’s cheek aggressively making her laugh.

“Love you too mumma. zyada rona matt (don’t cry too much)”

Her mother laughed but just pulled her cheek. After a while, the time came. They entered and Lando was already sitting next to the fire mesmerised by her beauty. She was already so beautiful but seeing her as bride struck something in him.

He couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with this woman. As she sat down with him the words immediately left his mouth

“You look so beautiful…”

Y/n blushed. After all these years, he still managed to get her all flustered smiling like a little girl.

“Still know how to make me blush after all these years huh?”

She said teasing him.

The ceremony was beautiful. Both families were crying. Seeing their children get married was something they weren’t ready for but loved it regardless.

The wedding eneded in a few hours and it was magical. It was everything the both of them wanted. Once they headed back, they stepped into the house for the first time as husband and wife.

Lando immediately kissed his wife. Still processing that this woman was now his wife. He pulled away saying

“Welcome home wife” He said booping her nose making her tear up a little out of happiness.

“Welcome home husband” She returned immediately hugging him whispering

“I love you. I can’t wait to spend the remainder of my life with you”

He felt so happy hearing that

“I love you too. I’m so excited to spend my life with you too”

They got the life they wanted and deserved. It was the best time of their life and when all the photos came, they spent a lot of time looking at it and deciding which ones to put up on their wall.

It was a good wedding indeed.

[quinnysnursery]

Do you remember the podcast episode where Chris and Nick were mean to Matt ( calling him miserable etc.), and could you write something fluffy abt the reader comforting Matt after they filmed that episode?

[🩹] bottled up | matt sturniolo one-shot

paring : little!matt sturniolo x cg!gn!reader

summary : sometimes matt's brothers are just too mean...and sometimes a bottle fixes everything

warning/extra tid-bits : nick and chris being meanies (happy ending though!), crying, use of y/n, i think that should be it!

word count : 1,037

divider credit : @v6que

a/n : this podcast episode stressed me out so bad (sorry for any typos, i'm just a girl !)

Matt left the room as soon as he could, ignoring his brother’s taunts about how he was “Miserable” and “Negative”.

He could already feel the tears slipping out from his baby blue eyes as he ran upstairs and into his room, slamming his door shut behind him and twisting the lock with a satisfying “click!”

You sat on his bed, watching the whole scene unfold. Carefully putting your cheesy rom com book on his nightstand, you cleared your throat causing Matt’s eyes widened in surprise, he’s forgotten you were here but once he remembered he thanked god.

“M-Mama/D-Dada/B-Baba!” Matt cried, holding his arms out for a hug. Your sweet boy didn’t have to ask twice because you instantly pulled him into a hug, sitting the two of you down on his bed. Matt managed to shimmy his way onto your lap as you held him in a cradling position.

“Shhh, I’m here darling. I’m here.” You comforted him, placing gently kisses atop his head. Matt continued crying for what felt like an hour, mumbling out stuff about how Chris was a “meanie” and Nick was too.

“Were they being mean to my sweet boy?” You asked sympathetically. He nodded against your now tear-stained shirt.

“I’m sorry sweetheart…Do you want me to go talk to them?” You offered, you weren’t even sure what you would say but you already had some choice words in mind. Luckily for Chris and Nick, Matt shook his head which was now resting right above your heart. Your heartbeat had always seemed to be soothing to the little.

“Okay angel, well what do you need from Mama/Dada/Baba right now?” You asked, curling the back of his hair around your fingertips.

Thinking for a moment, Matt’s hands anxiously picked at the skin near his nails. You quietly took one of his hands, squeezing some of the pressure points in it in an attempt to alleviate some of his anxiety. 

“M’ want…” Matt trailed off into a mumble, a shy blush invading his face. You smiled, looking down at the little on your lap. “Hm? What is it?” You pried, “M’ wanna bottle…” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes sleepily. 

You beamed, always delighted to give your boy a bottle, before nodding. “Okay sweetheart, can you wait here while Mama/Dada/Baba brings the bottle up?” You asked, he thought for a moment before nodding.

After some gentle coaxing and multiple pinky promises you would return, you found yourself in the kitchen. You’d managed to avoid both Nick and Chris, unscrewing Matt’s bottle and filling it with milk and a few splashes of vanilla extract.

“Y/N? I didn’t know you were here!” Chris’ voice came from behind you. You internally sighed, turning around. “Yeah, Matt said we’d hang out after the podcast…” You mumbled. “Do you two wanna watch a movie? Me and Nick were gonna watch-” You cut the youngest triplet off, “No, Matt’s not feeling well.” You said firmly. Chris rolled his eyes, “He is still Miserable Matt?” He joked, only you didn’t laugh.

“Can you stop calling him that?” You asked, your tone sharper than intended. Chris paused. “I mean- seriously. I get that you three are brothers and you're gonna mess around but like- just lay off dude.” You continued, “I…” The youngest trailed off, his eyes meeting the bottle behind you.

Both Chris and Nick knew of their brother's regression, you hadn’t always been his caregiver and with Matt’s specific age range, he needed someone to at least make sure he didn’t hurt himself. 

Realizing his actions had caused his older brother to regress, Chris’ face instantly fell. 

“I’m- I’m sorry Y/N I thought-” 

You shook your head, turning around and screwing the cap back onto Matt’s bottle. “Apologize to Matt, not me.” You said, beginning to walk back to Matt’s room, Chris following you. 

“Well not right now!” You scolded, Chris stopped and nodded. “I uh- yeah okay.” He said before sheepishly moving back to the living room where Nick was sitting on the couch.

After sliding back into the room, you were greeted by Matt who was now in comfier clothes.

“Guess what I’ve got!” You sang, gently shaking the bottle in the air. Matt giggled, his puffy eyes beginning to return to normal. 

You sat yourself against the headrest, Matt wasting no time crawling into your lap and laying his head on your chest. You cooed, whispering gentle affirmations to him about how he was a “sweet boy”, specifically your sweet boy.

Bringing the bottle to his lips, Matt hummed as the milk entered his mouth. Your little snuggled further into you, anxiety melting away by the second.

You proceeded to talk about anything and everything you could think of, from the most recent episode of Bluey the two of you had watched…to the weather in your hometown.

Matt listened contentedly, eyes transfixed on you as he drank his milk.

Just as the milk in his bottle ran dry, Matt’s eyes began to grow heavy. “Oh sweetheart…is someone tired?” You cooed, voice dripping in a softness a cloud could only dream of achieving.

“Mhm..” Matt mumbled as you began playing with his hair. “Poor thing, such a sleepy baby~” You smiled, placing a gentle kiss on Matt’s nose.

Giggling, he began allowing sleep to take over his mind. 

It’d been nearly 30 minutes since Matt fell asleep, and you decided to hold him in your lap for as long as your limbs would allow. Just as you were going to move him, you heard the bedroom door creak open.

Turning your gaze to the now open door, you were greeted by Nick and Chris’ faces peeking in. You raised your brow.

“He okay?” Nick asked shyly, you smiled at the oldest brother’s concern. “Yeah, out like a light though.” You let out a breathy laugh, the two brothers doing the same.

The two brothers helped move Matt off of you, tucking him in. 

Nick told you he already planned on apologizing to his middle brother first thing in the morning before leaving you and Chris on your own.

“Movie offer still stands,” Chris whispered, just before he slipped out the door.

[marymary-diva17]

neglected sully (5)

Sully reader x metkayaina + sully family, tonowari family, and others

Now that the past has come back into your life everyone and everything had changed greatly, for you and the family you had built here. There had been some good things that came from seeing your loved ones again, but you need feel uneasy about seeing Jake and neytiri again along with the rest of your clan. It had been many years since you had been casted out from your clan and fled from your home, and now ones who casted you out have asked for help that had been given. How long can everything stay so clam until it blows over and soon there not stopping it.

y/n " ......" it had become the second day of the arrivals of your family and old clan, the first was very good for you as you seem to keep some distance from you and everyone else that hurt you in the past.

Kawwney " what the matter my love and don't tell me nothing, I know you so well" kawwey was cleaning his spare when he had noticed something was the matter with her.

y/n " I wish for someone who are very close to me and that I care, about to meet the triplets"

kawwney " so you mean your siblings, grandmother, and your human friends"

y/n " yes"

'kawwney " then yes we can make that happen it will be good after all"

y/n " are you serious my love" you soon looked and kawwney and grabbed his hand, getting his whole attention as she looked at you and smiled.

kawwney " yes my love it will be good for them to meet the triplets and we should tell them about us, as well if we are going to show them our whole family"

y/n " I love that idea"

Kawwney " I know you would"

???? " baba mama" you and kawwney soon turn around to see the triplet out from their beds.

kawwney " well it looks like they have official leaned how to climd out of their beds"

y/n " yes they have"

kawwney " come here little ones" kawwney had allowed the kids to come close to their parents, you soon laugh as the kids started interacting with their father.

kawwney " hey kids will you love to meet more family members"

kids " yes"

kawwney " well I think you have an answer ma y/n"

y/n " well that good to know" "the kids smiled towards you making you laugh back as they are so cute. The family had some breakfast together until the kids, had been handed over to some care taker for the day as the parents had to go off to lessons.

To the siblings and spider

Tsireya " oh yes y/n will be doing us for the lessons today with her being your sister"

kiri " hey there she is hey y/n ... wait and she with kawwney" the group soon saw you and kawwney walking together and talking. Kawwwny seem to say something to you that made you blush bright red and soon smack his shoulder as he laughed.

neteyam “ she is very happy with him” deep down your siblings and spider are happy, to see you with kawwney.

Ao’nung “ yes and our brother is happy with her as well”

loak “ hey tsireya who helped you with the necklace you are wearing”

tisreya “ oh your sister y/n she made it for me for my birthday last year, it so special to me and she has amazing taste as well”

loak “ it looks beautiful on you my sister knew what she was doing when, she made it for you”

Tsireya “ thank you”

Rotox “ well it seems like our brother is going off with father along with Jake and Tsu’tey” the kids soon looked as kawwney had joined the group of older males, but you were not with them anymore.

Tuk “ hey where is y/n”

y/n “ here little sister”

everyone “ y/n” you had smiled at the group as your siblings had hugged you.

y/n “ hey everyone so are we ready for our lessons” the kids and nodded their heads and soon enough the lessons had started. After some time the group had decided to get out of the water, that when they ran into some Navi and an avatar they knew.

ronal “ hello everyone”

tsireya “ hello mother we have stopped with our swimming lessons for the day, and came to work on the breathing and sign language”

ronal “ that wonderful”

Neytiri “ kids there you are how are the lessons going”

neteyam “ well mother”

ronal “ your father and brother have taken Jake and tsutey on hunting trip”

loak “ they went hunting that sounds like fun I wish we could of gone”

neytiri “ you should of gone my son”

spider “ it will be cool to hunt with a crossbow or spear”

norm “ I’m worried enough about your father I don’t need to worry sick about you out here”

ronal “ it was best for them just to go as they are older these young male, can go later on with the young females if they wish”

Rotox “ yes that will be good and we need to work on our hunting”

loak “ hey why don’t you three have tattoos like your brother”

Ao’nung “ we are not old enough one and haven’t done all the challenges yet”

moat “ what of you my granddaughter neteyam is seen a young member of clan as he a warrior, so what of you”

y/n “ well im a member of the clan but have no tattoos yet”

ronal “ you can still get them if you wish it the clan way of life”

Neytiri “ it our her family and her clan way of life”

ronal “ those word coming from you make me laugh”

y/n “ we can discuss this later or remember I have the final decision at the end of day”

ronal “ yes you are right”

neytiri “ neteyam, Kiri, and loak I hope you took our family conversation to heart last night”

moat “ oh my daughter leave them alone they can pick a mate when get wish to, there no need to rush them”

Neytiri “ it will be good for them to have a mate with them and help our family grow, then maybe have their own children”

loak “ well that hard to make that happen when you never let us make our own decision, and try to pick our mates”

neytiri “ we are letting you all choice in hopes our home will grow and family as well, when you bring your mates in our circle”

spider “ dad”

norm “ you don’t need to rush my son take your time”

neytiri “ that very human of you norm even due you and your son look like us, you still don’t act like us” neytiri soon walked off upset about the whole situation leaving everyone else there standing.

tsireya " don't let her words get to any of you even I and my brothers haven't found the one yet"

Ronal " yes my daughter you will fine the one in due time"

lo'ak " thank you"

neteyam " speaking of the one what is going on between you and kawweny and sone lie we know, there something between you and him" the four reef navi had looked at neteyam as she spoke his words towards them.

mo'at " yes we have noticed that as well"

norm " yes it has become talk among the humans"

rotxo " I don't think is a good time after ..."

y/n " rotxo is okay you know what you all come to my home tonight with and no need to be worried about getting lost"

aonung " yes we can help you all get there"

lo'ak " wait we get to go to your home and see everything"

y/n " yes you can come over and I will make you all a dinner from foods from the forest and here"

spider " I miss your cooking so yes I'm in"

norm " we will love to and there some stuff I wish to bring you as well"

y/n " thank you"

tuk " what about mom and dad along with uncle tsu'tey"

ronal " you don't have to worry about them"

mo'at " yes I will deal with them as I out rank them all"

kiri " thank you grandmother"

lo'ak " I don't think we will be able to get them to allow us to come, with out one of them coming"

y/n " that sounds like them"

lo'ak " we will make sure they don't find out until you are ready to tell them"

y/n " thank you all"

ronal " now come all of you I will help you learn some of ways of the clan, when it comes some everyday life skills here" the group had soon followed the ronal as she showed them, some of clan ways of living and it all went well. the other had learned there is soft side to ronal once you get to know her better, and she seem to like your siblings and spider right away.

later that night

kawwney " this set looks amazing ma y/n you have done well"

y/n " thank you and I offer you a big thanks as well for help, me get everything ready and caught this big fish"

kawwney " you are welcome we have enough bowls and plates right"

y/n " yes"

kawwney " I'm here for you this dinner will be good"

y/n " thank you"

????? ' this the home"

???? " wow as a ever nice size home"

????? " I love how she was able to add some of the flower to the home, and I really love the flowers"

????? " yes they are very beautiful"

???? " well we can stand forever but dinner smells good so let go inside, and see what y/n has made hey y/n ... oh kawwney you are here already"

kawwney " hello"

y/n " please comes inside everyone and welcome"

kiri " we love your home but you might of heard that when we were outside"

y/n " yes I did but I'm honored your love my home"

norm " can spider and lo'ak place this truck down if that fine"

kawwney " yes there some space over there I had cleared up"

norm " thank you" spider and lo'al had place the truck down it. lo'ak soon saw kawwney and made his way towards him.

lo'ak " hey kawwney it good to see you again"

kawwney " it good to see you as well your sister has told me so much about you all

neteyam " oh that amazing we have heard little about you"

lo'ak " yeah so what your relationship with our sister buddy" kawwney soon smiled at them and soon looked at you, he soon kissed your forehead.

kawwney " those that answer your questions"

y/n " kawwney there was a plan"

kawwney " what I can't help myself ma y/n"

everyone " ma y/n"

y/n " well it about time I tell you all kawweny is my mate and make me very happy, and I really love him and I hope you all can accept him"

neteyam " that amazing sister wow you are the first one to have an mate"

y/n " yes but I know you all will find love and maybe even here like I have"

kiri " the great mother has blessed you sister and we are all happy for you"

tuk " yes we are"

norm " you found a good one y/n"

lo'ak " yeah I'm happy for you"

spider " same here and we thought we will need to fight you, but we might lost" kawweny " I will let you all win for y/n sake"

mo'at " kawwney" everyone soon stopped talking when they saw mo'at walking towards kawwney, even he seem worried about the whole situation.

mo'at " I happy my granddaughter found love after all that had happened, and I know you are good for her and I have heard good stuff about you from your family and clan"

kawwney " thank you"

mo'at " eywa has blessed you both and will forever bless you as well as the future of this clan"

ronal " yes she will"

mo'at " I wil love you to have this crystal kawwney to symbolize this day and also show you are one of us"

kawwney " thank you I will be honored"

lo'ak " wow this dad has gotten good after all we have in law now"

kawweny " yes and I will love to have some time to bond with you all"

neteyam " we will love that"

tuk " oh hello" tuk was looking behind you and saw aylea looking at the group, soon two others had shown themselves as well.

lo'ak " who are they"

y/n " these are my kids my sons and daughter" the boys had come out right away to greet everyone while, ayela had stand put.

kawweny " I will get here"

neteyam " you have kids"

y/n " yes these are my sons kaewia and Roili and that is ayea"

kaewia " hello"

spider " hey there buddy"

lo'ak " they are so cute"

roili " hi"

neteyam " hello little guy I'm your uncle neteyam" the boys seem to laugh about the whole thing. Neteyam had picked up roili making the boy smile while lo'ak held kaewia"

neteyam " this is your uncle lo'ak, uncle spider, and your aunt kiri and aunt tuk along with your great grandmother moat and this norm"

mo'at " they are like their father as your daughter is like you"

ronal " that sis true"

kiri " can we be their family"

y/n " yes you can but I will need you all to keep this from ..."

lo'ak " from mom and dad sure after how they treated you it will be for the best"

kiri " hey aeya"

aeya " h... hello"

tonowari " now hand me over my grandchild son"

kawweny " no"

tonowari " as your father and oloeytahn I order you"

kawwney " I share the rank with you so overruled"

mo'at " well I over run you both so I will hold her for now" everyone laugh the kids seem to love having their new family members. The dinner had gone well as there had been promised and rules made, norm had helped explain the stuff he brought and if anything bad happens with your or the kids call for him and the others. It made you happy to see your family getting along well and growing as well. The night had ended well and you had gone to bed happy, knowing that you have overcome one challenge and there were many left but you are not alone.

[mountsgirl]

But like Domi constantly flirting with you even after you start dating/get married bc he loves seeing you blush/get flustered and cute and laugh and giggle (bc he loves when he’s the cause) and it’s his secret way of keeping the newness or love alive so that you know you’re the only girl in his life 🥹🥹🥹

Or one day you surprise him by initiating the flirting allllllll dayyyyyyy and the roles have reversed and you love seeing him get cute and flustered 🥰🥰🥰

You don’t have to do this request!! It sounds a lot better in my head ngl 😅😅

Tease-Dominik Szoboszlai

Something to cheer you up after tonight

Pairings: Dominik x fem!reader

Summary: Teasing Dominik takes another turn

Warnings: language

an: hello guys! Thank you to whoever requested this, I loved the idea very much. Hope you enjoy it!

You’re getting ready for a team dinner, putting on your earrings and adding some finishing touches to your make up in the bathroom’s mirror. Dominik creeps up on you and puts his arms around your waist, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.

“You’re so beautiful baby, so sexy and all mine” he then tugs on your dress and whispers in your ear seductively “I love this dress on you but I think you look better without it” he teases you like. That’s how it’s been ever since you returned from your hair appointment and started preparing for the team dinner. Constant teasing touches and whispers from your boyfriend who was well aware you couldn’t be late. Your cheeks flush red at his words, amplifying the colour of the blush you just applied. Dominik looks in the mirror smirking after seeing how easily you get flustered by his words. "Something wrong baba?" he smirks knowing how much you love it when he flirts with you and how much he loves to see you all worked up for him. "N-no" you simply say, trying to remain calm and continue your make up. "You sure about that?'' he asks mockingly while checking his tie and shirt in the mirror. You mumble something in response and while you’re applying the finishing touches to your look, Dominik playfully slaps your ass making you whine in response.

Later on, while you two were seated at the table with some of his teammates and their girlfriends, Dominik was talking to Curtis about something you didn't even pay attention to. Your mind was clouded with unholy thoughts about your boyfriend taking you in all sorts of ways due to his constant teasing. You decided to get back at him so you started stroking his thigh, your hand moving closer and closer to his crotch. He turns his attention to you giving the 'don't start something you can't finish' look and gets back to Curtis. That of course wasn't enough so you decided to try harder. While he was sipping on his drink, you slowly whispered into his ear the three words you knew it would send him into a spiral "I need you". He turns his attention once more to you and says in a firm tone "Behave". ''Why would I? I thought you liked bad girls Domi. I thought you wanted to bend me over and fuck my brains out. Isn't that what you told me at home?" His face went all white and he felt his pants getting tighter.

Dominik grabs your hand and and drags you across the room and towards the bathroom. Once the door is locked, he slams you agains it. “What did I tell you?” you could clearly see he was pissed. You say nothing, only push yourself against him until you feel how hard he is.

“You’re so needy. You’re a needy slut, my slut” he says earning a moan from you.

“If that’s how you want to play then that’s how we’ll play” Dominik spits out, bending you over the sink. You don’t protest or defend, you let yourself at his mercy. Dominik raises your dress, noticing your black panties drenched in arousal.

“Fuck, you’re soaked” he says giving you a spank that makes you whine. “Egy ilyen rossz lány(such a naughty girl) teasing me like that in front of my teammates and the whole staff”

“Dominik, please just fuck me” you whine, turned on by the whole situation you were in.

“You’re so filthy baby” Dominik says with his signature smirk on his face.

[rarepears]

okay but shen jiu publicly calling shang qinghua his baba when he doesn't respect the people around him enough to put on airs around them, and wants them to KNOW it

also, how does yue qingyuan feel about this? i feel like he'd be more jealous in this scenario than he ever would be in. literally any other

Shen Jiu's face is too shy to be anything BUT proper in front of other people. That's a private moment between him and his dad - why would he let others see it?

As per Yue Qingyuan, he's always known Shen Jiu as Shang Qinghua's son. From the moment he joined Cang Qiong, Shen Jiu was known as the prized (and spoiled) prince of An Ding. When Shen Jiu suddenly decided to join Qing jing as an official Cang Qiong disciple, Yue QIngyuan kind of shrugged. As far as he knew and cared about, his fellow head disciple (a far far older upperclassman basically) kept trying to set up time for Shen Jiu to hang out with Yue Qingyuan. Yue Qingyuan assumed it was Shang Qinghua trying to get his son to curry favor with the future sect leader or to give him a possible friend in the same age range. But whatever it was, it felt awkward and kind of forced with how expectant Shang Qinghua always looked whenever he asked Yue Qingyuan how it went. Then disappointment would inevitable follow when Yue Qingyuan couldn't say much.

Awkward...

[pahtoosh]

what's in a name

[image ID: a gif of steve and bucky smiling. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: 960 words

warnings: drama with a wasp, steve picks you up

a/n: shakespeare says names don't matter but in this case I say they do!!

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader

summary: the first time you called Bucky "Baba" and Steve "Dada"

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It came out by accident. You found yourself dozing off in Bucky’s arms while watching a movie. The whole day, Steve and Bucky had been doting on you, making you feel safe enough to slip into littlespace. It was your first experience with slipping in front of them for a long period. You felt so light. The fuzziness of your mind had you lifting off your toes and into the arms of your protector. 

Steve had been called for a meeting, so it was just you and Bucky cuddling on the couch. 

Bucky shifted a bit to get more comfortable. He wasn’t planning on getting up, but you didn’t know that. You furrowed your brow and held onto him tighter. Your next words tumbled out of your mouth like marbles down a staircase. 

“Baba, don’t go.”

Your words were slurred. Your cheek was smushed against Bucky’s chest and your sleepiness stopped your mouth from properly forming the words. Bucky heard you perfectly, though. 

His heart skipped a beat. His mind raced. He didn’t want to wake you up though, so he just kissed the top of your head and soothed you by rubbing his hand over your back. 

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.” Baba’s not going anywhere.

When you woke up from your nap, you remembered your little slip-up. Your face grew hot with embarrassment. 

“Hey there, sunshine.” Bucky cooed. “Are you waking up?”

You nodded and then slowly removed yourself from his embrace, still clinging to his shirt with one hand. 

“Do you wanna get up?”

You nodded, then shook your head and nodded again. 

“Is something wrong? Did you have a bad dream?”

You shook your head.

“What’s got you all shy?”

“Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, I just wish I knew what was going on so I could help you,” Bucky said as he rubbed your back.

“I- I called you Baba.”

“That’s nothing to be shy about.”

You shook your head, still avoiding eye contact. 

“Can I tell you a secret?”

You nodded.

“I liked it.”

You peeked out from your hiding place against his chest, allowing your soft eyes to ask a wordless question.

“I love takin’ care of you, honey. And if you love it too, enough to give me a special name, my only business is to keep going. I’ll show you how much I like being called your Baba.”

Ever so gently, you leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose. You got comfortable in the crook of his neck before softly speaking. 

“Baba. My Baba.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

It was nearly dinner time when Steve returned. The three of you decided to hang out on the balcony while waiting for the food to be delivered. You sat on the outdoor rug, playing with toys while Steve and Bucky sat on the bench, chatting about their days and looking much like the love-struck Brooklyn boys from the past. Only now they had a precious little one whom their gaze often turned to. 

Your mind was utterly blank. Any train of thought drifted away as you lost yourself in the colorful blocks. You reached out to grab another piece when a large wasp landed in front of you. Startled, you pulled your hand back, accidentally knocking over the little tower you had worked so hard on. The wasp must’ve been startled too, as it began flying in frenzied circles by the fallen blocks. 

Your whimper caught the attention of the two super soldiers. Being the closest one to you, Steve leaped into action. He swiftly picked you up and carried you to the other side of the balcony. 

“It’s okay, baby. You’re okay. I’ve gotcha.” Steve did his best to soothe your trembling figure. He bounced you in his arms, holding you tight. 

You took in a shaky breath, trying to shake the fear from your thoughts. 

“Scared.”

“I know, honey. Let’s go inside, hm? Bucky’s picking up your toys for you.” Steve carried you through the sliding door, making sure no other little creatures were around as he pushed the glass aside.

He sat on the living room’s armchair with you. Steve ran his hands up and down your arms, making you feel safe. It was as if he was slowing down time just for you. You felt much calmer by the time Bucky came back inside. He gently set down your crate of toys before kneeling by the armchair. 

“You okay, pumpkin? I’m sorry that happened to ya.”

“I’m okay, thank you.”

Bucky breathed a small sigh of relief. “I gave that little punk a good talking to. No more stingers are coming around here to scare my baby, ya hear? I’ll have Tony set some nets up to be sure of it.”

You giggled, loving how his accent came out with a twinge of sass. 

“It’s okay. Dada saved me.” You punctuated your sentence with a kiss on Steve’s cheek. The blonde super soldier’s heart swelled to three times its size.

He failed miserably at keeping a dopey smile off his face. He didn’t want to scare you off by making it a big deal, though. Play it cool, Steve. Play it cool.

“I-is that me?” He coughed to clear his throat, “Am I your Dada?” 

You nodded proudly and pointed at Bucky. “And he’s my Baba.” 

The next few moments were a blur. Steve pulled Bucky onto the chair, making his partner shout before chuckling in surprise. Both of them simultaneously decided that you needed to be peppered with kisses. You decided to get them back by holding one of their faces still while you returned the favor. The three of you were a giggling mess, squished on the too-small chair: the perfect start to your precious little family.

[babsharrison]

Safe Haven - John Wick

(Chapter Five)

Pairing | John Wick x Original Fem! Character

Summary | In search of a breath in his tumultuous life, John Wick finds himself in a charming bookstore where he meets a sweet and welcoming woman. As they grow closer, John questions whether she can love him despite the dark secrets he carries. While battling the shadows of his past, he must protect the love that is blossoming and discover if hope and redemption are truly possible.

Word Count | 2.1k

A/N | I think it turned out a bit rough, but I tried. Mia is in my heart ❤️

Previous chapter!

John left the bookstore with his senses heightened, though he was already aware of the looming threat. Winston had mentioned that Marco Vitale wanted revenge, but John hadn't paid much attention to it. Now, he was facing the result of that choice: three men stood before him, watching with a mix of mockery and caution.

The streets seemed darker, and the city lights felt more distant. The men laughed, but John could sense the fear hidden behind their forced chuckles. They were nervous, despite trying to mask it with arrogance.

“Baba Yaga...” murmured the leader, a bald man, trying to sound confident. That nickname never failed to provoke a reaction. But John didn't bother responding; he just stared at them with his cold gaze.

“Marco sends his regards,” the man continued, stepping forward, attempting to size John up with his eyes. “And he also wanted to say that we're watching you. Every step you take.”

The other two men laughed mockingly, but John could see that behind their laughter, there was a palpable tension. They knew who they were dealing with, and even though they tried to hide it, the fear was evident. They're not complete idiots, John thought.

"Watching, huh?" John spoke calmly, giving a slight smile that didn't reach his eyes. “Then make sure you do it right. And go back to Marco with a message: if he wants to settle this, he should come in person.”

The leader hesitated for a moment, and the smile on his face disappeared. The other two stopped laughing, realizing they were in dangerous territory. They didn’t want to be there. The tension was obvious as the bald man signaled the others, making it clear that it was time to leave.

“We’ll see you around, Baba Yaga,” he said, trying to maintain a confident façade, but John could tell that deep down, he was just trying to end things before they got worse.

The three of them got into the car and disappeared into the shadows of the night, the sound of the engine quickly fading. John watched as they vanished, standing still for a few moments longer, making sure they were really gone. Cowards, he thought, although he knew this wouldn’t be the last time he’d see Marco and his goons.

John turned back and walked into the bookstore, quietly closing the door behind him. He found Mia tidying up the counter, but she was eyeing him cautiously, clearly worried.

“What was that about?” Mia asked, trying to keep her voice casual, but the nervousness was evident.

John looked at her calmly and forced a small smile, soft enough to reassure her. “Nothing for you to worry about. Just... part of my job.”

Mia blinked a few times, looking confused. “Your job?” She furrowed her brow, clearly trying to make sense of how that bizarre situation fit with the idea that John was a businessman. “What exactly do you do again?”

John let out a short laugh, brushing off the subject. “International business,” he said, his voice casual but vague. “Sometimes, I have to deal with difficult people.”

Mia seemed to think about that for a moment, then shrugged, accepting the explanation. “I figured it was something like that. You have this serious vibe... must be tough dealing with certain people.” She returned to organizing the counter, still a bit suspicious, but content with his answer.

“Yeah, some people are pretty complicated,” John replied, keeping his tone light. He watched as Mia turned off the lights in the bookstore, and the tension from the night seemed to start dissipating.

“Best to close up,” he suggested, glancing one last time out the window, just to make sure the men hadn’t come back. “It’s really late.”

Mia smiled softly, relaxing a little more. “Yeah, I guess it’s about time.”

John watched silently as she finished tidying up the last few things. Even though the threat of Marco still lingered in his mind, he knew that at that moment, the most important thing was keeping Mia away from all of it. She couldn’t get involved. To her, he was just a businessman. And that’s how it had to stay.

When Mia left the bookstore, John followed her at a safe distance, always alert to his surroundings. The men who had shown up earlier were still on his mind, and although he knew he might be overreacting, the thought of leaving her alone, without being sure they were really gone, bothered him. He was, however, aware of how this could look... strange. Being seen as a stalker wasn’t a good idea.

Mia seemed lost in her own thoughts as she walked, the sound of her footsteps softly echoing on the pavement. Suddenly, her phone buzzed, interrupting the silence. She stopped to check the message, and a small smile of relief appeared on her face.

“It’s Tom,” she said, turning to John. “He works with me at the bookstore. He’s coming to pick me up.”

John felt a slight pressure in his chest when he heard that, but kept his expression neutral. There was something about her presence that made him want to stay close, perhaps out of pure vigilance, or something he couldn’t quite define yet. “That’s good,” he replied, hiding any sign of frustration. “It’s always nice to have someone nearby.”

Moments later, a car pulled up at the corner, and Tom appeared, waving cheerfully. “Mia! Ready to go?” He smiled with warm familiarity. His disheveled hair caught the streetlights as he approached.

Mia waved back, but before getting into the car, she turned to John with a look of gratitude. “Thanks for looking out for me, Mr. Wick.” There was a quiet genuineness in her words, something that disarmed him for a brief moment.

John nodded, trying to suppress the slight discomfort of being caught off guard. “Of course. I’m glad you have company. Just... take care, alright?”

Mia hesitated, her eyes scanning him as if trying to figure something out. Then, before turning fully, she spoke almost casually: “Mr. Wick... tomorrow we’re having a bookstore event at the park. It’s open to the public. If you want to drop by... you’d be welcome.”

The surprise hit John like a subtle shock. He raised his eyebrows slightly, not hiding the caution that always accompanied him. An unexpected invitation. Part of him immediately grew suspicious — after all, he didn’t believe in coincidences or unintentional gestures. But there was something in the way she said it, a genuine simplicity that disarmed him from another angle. The pull towards something different, almost normal, stirred something inside him, something he tried not to let show.

“Maybe I’ll stop by,” he said, his voice controlled, trying to sound casual, but unable to hide the slight internal conflict. His eyes showed curiosity — and, perhaps, a touch of something more that he wasn’t ready to admit.

As Mia walked away, John remained on the sidewalk, watching. He wanted to call out to her, to tell her to stay away from those streets, but he knew he couldn’t. Instead, he watched her get into the car, and Tom began to drive off.

The two of them laughed and talked, Mia’s worries seeming to fade as they drove away. John remained there, his mind filled with images of what could happen if Marco Vitale was truly watching them. And now, more than ever, the feeling that he should’ve done more gnawed at him.

With a sigh, John turned and began walking through the shadows, the streets now feeling darker than ever. He had to prepare for what was coming — not just with Marco, but also with his own complicated feelings towards Mia. This connection was deepening, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for it.

Inside the car, Mia settled into the passenger seat as Tom turned on the radio, filling the space with soft music. He shot a curious glance at Mia, noticing her distant expression.

“So, how was your night?” Tom asked with a mischievous smile. “What’s going on with ‘the mysterious guy’? You’ve got a talent for attracting enigmatic figures.”

Mia laughed, a little nervously. “It was a... different kind of night. I didn’t expect it to end like that.”

“Different how? Did the guy give you trouble?” Tom raised an eyebrow, growing a bit more serious.

“No, nothing like that.” She shook her head. “It’s just... some men showed up. I think they’re from his job. He said it wasn’t a big deal... I don’t know, maybe it really wasn’t.”

Tom made a face and then smiled. “That explains it. The suit’s not just for style, it’s serious business. I bet the guy only has those in his wardrobe—he’s probably a secret agent.”

Mia giggled and gave Tom a light shove on the shoulder. “No way, Tom! But guess what I did?”

“What?” Tom asked, now genuinely curious.

“I invited him to tomorrow’s event.”

Tom stared at her wide-eyed for a second before bursting into laughter. “You invited ‘the mysterious guy’ to the bookstore event? Seriously? And he didn’t even know it was happening?”

Mia laughed along. “Stop it, he wasn’t in the bookstore when it was open, and since he’s been showing up for weeks, I don’t know, I thought it would be nice. Maybe it’ll even help promote the bookstore, you know?”

Tom shook his head, still laughing. “Well, that makes sense. He seems to like the place, right? He’s almost becoming part of the furniture. Maybe he’ll even show up and bring more people!”

“Tom!” Mia laughed, shaking her head. “I just want the event to help the bookstore. My grandpa wanted it to be a special place for the community... and things have been kind of slow lately.”

Tom looked at her with affection, softening the tone of his joke. “Hey, Mia. You’re doing an amazing job keeping his dream alive. And, who knows, maybe Mr. Wick will end up helping.”

Mia smiled, feeling comforted by her friend’s words. “Thanks, Tom. I hope everything goes well tomorrow.”

As the car drove through the softly lit streets, Mia couldn’t shake her thoughts about John. The mystery surrounding him was almost palpable, and even amidst the tension of that night, something about him fascinated her. How could someone who seemed like just an ordinary businessman, always impeccably dressed, stir so much curiosity? The intensity in his eyes, the way he watched her in silence, left Mia intrigued. And that combination... made her heart beat a little faster.

The car stopped in front of Mia’s building, and she stepped out, still immersed in her thoughts. “Thanks for the ride, Tom,” she said, snapping out of her reverie. Tom smiled, as friendly as ever.

“Take care, Mia. And you know where to find me if you need anything,” he replied with a wave before driving off.

Mia waved back and climbed the stairs to her apartment. Even after she got home, her thoughts about John didn’t fade. Who was he, really? He seemed like a serious man, involved in some important business, but something didn’t quite add up. Maybe it was the discreet, almost watchful way he had accompanied her that night. It felt more like he was protecting her, which made her wonder if there was more beneath that facade.

She dropped her bag on the table, sitting on the couch to try to process everything. It wasn’t common for her to feel this way about someone — and that made her a bit uncomfortable. John seemed to carry an invisible weight, something he would never reveal easily. And yet, a part of her wanted to know more, to discover what lay beneath that serious expression.

Mia looked out the window, watching the city lights twinkle in the night. She didn’t know much about John beyond his visits to the bookstore and the appearance of a businessman. But something told her he was much more than he appeared to be. However, she knew she couldn’t rush things. He was someone reserved, clearly involved in something important, but Mia wondered if he also carried a certain loneliness that made him return to the bookstore, a place so calm and peaceful.

As she thought about the invitation to the park event, a strange feeling washed over her. Would John really show up? And why did the idea of seeing him again make her feel so anxious? There was something about him, something she didn’t yet understand, but that drew her in an inexplicable way.

With a small smile, Mia decided that, for now, only time would answer her questions. Whatever the reason behind John’s enigmatic presence, she felt that, somehow, her life was changing, even if subtly. Maybe he was just an ordinary man, or maybe there was much more to discover.

Next chapter!

[johnwickluva]

Hello, I was wondering if you could make a John wick reader when the reader is like him human assassin and John hide in her house and saw thzr that woman dangerous and deadly had a little cute plushie ? Please. Something fluff

Love your account btw <3

Thank you for loving my account ❤️

Silly

Summary: John finds something in your house you forgot about.

word count: 1.5k

A/N: I’m horrible at titles so this one’s called silly lmfao. All pure fluff 😁

John was driving like an expert maniac. You pointed your gun out the window and aimed.

“Boom.”

You said before shooting and hitting your target's bodyguard in the head. This time you tilted your head and aimed again.

“Boom.”

A laugh escaped you as John swerved the car. Also because this was always fun for you. Killing men who deserved it and even the ones who didn’t. You probably had more fun than you should’ve been. Your nickname wasn’t Wacko for no reason. You took your gun and aimed for the last time.

“Boom.”

The bullet went straight through your target's head. Hit complete. John came to a skidding halt and looked over at you. He nodded once, slowly. You put your gun away.

“Good job.”

“Thanks, I’ve been practicing.” You yawned and stretched even though you barely did anything.

You tapped your finger on your chin before smiling at John.

“Want to come over?” You asked.

He looked like he was thinking about it before looking over at you.

“Why not?”

John put the car littered in bullet holes in drive and started towards your house.

When the two of you pulled up to your driveway, you got out and ran ahead. Grabbing the key from around your neck you opened the door. You put your arm out to let John walk on in first.

“Ladies first.” You joked and he chuckled while shaking his head.

You were always joking around and being goofy. John loved that about you. In fact he loved a lot of things about you. How skilled you were, beautiful you were, smart you were… He could go on and on. If anyone could turn him into a stuttering mess it was you. The man loved and hated it.

You were a mystery though. Dark and always messing around but John knew it was a facade to hide how sweet you really were. It made him feel special knowing he was the only one who got to see the real you. The two of you were best friends but he was hoping to be more someday.

John walked into your living room and took his shoes off before sitting on your couch. You went into the kitchen to make two cups of coffee and he looked around your apartment. There were an abundance of books stacked on a bookshelf and a lot of paintings by the Italian painter Artemisia Gentileschi.

The paintings you chose were some of the more darker ones of women holding up severed heads or committing murder. Still though, the home had a warm, homey feeling to it. John felt very comfortable on your couch. After a few minutes you came back and handed him his cup of coffee.

You sat on the couch next to him, a little distance between the two of you. He had an arm thrown over the back of the couch and you took the time to inspect him. His hair was slicked back making his face completely visible to your gaze. His chocolate eyes looked around your apartment but he looked uncomfortable.

“You okay John?” You asked.

John crossed his legs, using his hand to pull his leg up before letting his hands rest on his knee.

“You’re staring.”

“I always stare. It’s something else.” You said.

Without another word he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. You almost spilt your coffee but snuggled up against his side. This wasn’t something new, the two of you cuddled a lot. You were honestly just waiting for him to ask you to date him already. If he didn’t ask in the next week, you would do it yourself.

The two of you we’re constantly taking hits together, spending free time together and cuddling. All that was missing was a label. He looked down at you and smiled. You couldn’t help but smile back. For the big, scary Baba Yaga he was so cute. You couldn’t help yourself, you leaned up and kissed him on the lips.

John was surprised but kissed you back. It was a short but sweet kiss. Even though there was barely any pressure he could’ve sworn his lips tingled. The two of you just sat there, gazing into each other's eyes. You wondered what was holding him back from asking you. Both of you told each other everything, so if he was having doubts… He should open up and tell you what he was so scared about.

“Why don’t you just ask me already?” You asked.

John sighed and closed his eyes before opening them again. He knew what you were referring to but he still wasn’t sure. Would a relationship ruin what you two have? He took a deep breath and you thought it was finally coming.

“Do you have any spare clothes? This suit is kinda uncomfortable.” He said.

Yeah John had jokes too.

With a light smack you pushed yourself up off of John and got up to go to your room. A laugh left him and you felt giddy, loving the sound. He followed and you went to the closet where you knew you had some old mens shirts and sleep pants. As you were searching he couldn’t help but look all around your room.

It was just like the living room but something else caught his attention. A bright pink, worn, fat little pig plush was sitting right on your pillow. He smirked and walked towards the bed and picked it up. It was still soft but had that old feel to it. You must’ve had this forever.

It made his heart feel full. How adorable of you. Everything you did was adorable. He turned it around in his hands and looked at the tag. That brand didn’t even exist anymore. The plush looked very well loved and was even missing an eye.

“Aha!” You cheered when you found the clothes.

When you turned around you felt your face heat up. John was holding your stuffed pig.

“Hands off of Mr. Pigglesworth.” You warned him, “and nobody gets hurt.”

John let out a loud laugh but lightly set the pig down.

“It’s cute.” He said simply.

You threw the clothes at him and he caught them. Then you walked over to the bed and hugged Mr. Pigglesworth to your chest. He always could calm you down, even on the worst of nights. You had had him since you were a baby but didn’t name him until the 90’s when the first Austin Powers movie came out.

You fake glared at John but put your pig down. This was a little embarrassing. You were known to be skilled and dark in your practice and now here was your friend staring at your stuffed animal. However, you would not hide Mr. Pigglesworth as he was a respected member of your household. You raised an eyebrow at your friend.

“You jealous?” You asked.

He laughed again.

“Maybe.” John said, “He does get to snuggle up with you every night.”

At this your face really heated up.

“So why don’t you just ask me already?” You said again.

John smiled and walked up to you. He put his hands on your hips and squeezed slightly. You weren’t much shorter than him but he was still taller, so you looked up at him. Nobody else would be able to tell but you, he was nervous. He cleared his throat.

“Be my girlfriend?” He asked.

“No.”

“No?” He asked a little incredulously.

You laughed out loud, really hard. Almost doubling over you placed a hand on his chest. The look on his face was something you wished you could take a picture of. Instead you burned it into your memory. He just watched you as you laughed and laughed, feeling a bit hurt.

“Where’s my date, huh?” You questioned.

It hit John. He had just asked you after a hit and had never taken you out on a date. At this his smirk returned. He should’ve known it wouldn’t be as easy as that with you. You were still laughing and he took the chance to grab your sides and squeeze. Letting out a yelp you pulled yourself away, pointing at him.

“Do not tickle me.” You warned.

John laughed and you turned to run. You turned to look behind you and saw him holding Mr. Pigglesworth. Scrunching up your eyebrows you didn’t notice you were at the couch and fell over the armrest. You didn’t have time to stand up before he started tickling you and pressing the pig all over your body, like the stuffed animal was tickling you.

You let out a few screams, trying to fight him away all while laughing. This went on for a few minutes and by the end you were out of breath. How dare Mr. Pigglesworth betray you like that. Teaming up with John to tickle you. You rolled your eyes.

“Finished having your fun?”

“That’s what you get for scaring me.” He said before returning the stuffed animals to its rightful place on your bed. “How does takeout sound?” John yelled from your room.

Takeout and a movie sounded amazing to you. You were still out of breath but yelled back,

“Sounds like a date!”

[yanderecookierunkingdom]

So I had this idea for a bit due to my fixation over the “Primordials” (it’s what I call the first five baked cookies): What if during their lives, before corruption, they stumble upon something that is…out of place to say the least. In a world full of cookies baked by the Witches, they find an…”egg”with unique colors and markings on its shell. Unaware of what’s inside or why it’s just there (it’s the first dragon cookie) they decide to care for it by themselves as they don’t trust the “lesser” cookies to handle something so new and special. It takes a long time for the egg to begin cracking, but they care for it in their own way regardless as they can sense the life that is inside. Post corruption, the egg finally starts to hatch and they notice “exotic” features on the baby cookie that even they don’t have. However, before being able to see the full sight of the newborn, the Witches cast down the forks and chains to imprison them.

(If you’d be willing to do another part of extra, you could do Shadow Milk reuniting with the dragon cookie in Beast Yeast, the dragon being conflicted as they recognize the voice of one of their caretakers from inside their egg)

The egg was.. strange, to say the least. None of the Five Heroes knew when it came to be. All that it wasn't there one moment, and the next, it was.

Burning Spice Cookie was the one who found it first, having shoed away wild animals that were sniffing at it and even trying to eat it. He really had no clue what to do with it, so he called upon his friends, and they all gathered around.

None of them knew what to make of the egg. They tried asking the Witches, but even they had no answer. It was as if the egg appeared from thin air.

Regardless of the origin of the egg, all of them could sense life inside of it. Small, young, and still growing, but life nonetheless. So, they each took turns watching over the egg. Making sure it was kept warm and safe, never to be hurt.

Eternal Sugar Cookie loved leaving you some of the little trinkets that Cookies would offer her. She couldn't wait to see how you would look with them!

Silent Salt Cookie normally just stood vigil at your egg when it was his turn to look over you, but you're the only one he'd speak at length to. His voice would be soft, but yet he'd speak for more than a few words at a time.

Burning Spice Cookie loved to tell you his stories about the wild animals he tended to see and all the Cookies he had to recuse because of those animals. He would always promise bring you to see some.

Mystic Flour Cookie loved reading you any books and scrolls that could she could get her hands on. She could read to you for hours, or maybe just tell you about the types of trees.

Shadow Milk Cookie would spin elaborate stories for you. He usually spent the longest time outside of your egg, telling you tall tales about him and his friends. He couldn't help it, he just wanted to be your favorite.

But as their corruption began to grow and take place, so too did your egg begin to hatch. They still kept a vigilant eye over it, though now it was with.. darker intents.

If they had you, a strange new Cookie, at their beck and call.. who knows what chaos they could cause? Who knows what mayhem could be done?

But it was never to be.

They were sealed away, just as the egg fully hatched, and a confused "Babas..?" echoed throughout the air.

You knew him. You recognized him, even if he was distorted. That was one of your babas, one of the ones who cared you while you were in your egg.

But you didn't hesitate to put yourself between them and him. "Baba! Please!" You pleaded. "Don't hurt them!"

And that made him pause.

".. little egg?"