#but i WILL be crocheting a little mini doll of him to keep in my pocket instead

[ddejavvu]

the urge to spend upwards of sixty dollars on one lego minifigure

[thetangibleghost]

All the stuffies I have

[sofasoap]

Malen`kaya printsessa (Маленькая принцесса)

Pairing: Nikolai x F!Reader ( aka Mini ) + OC ( Anya MacTavish). hints of other pairings too. Warning: M Theme. Set in the future , spoiler for " Lastochka - raging waves". talk of children, pregnancy, violence. Author note: really writing this as a comfort fic for myself and @nrdmssgs wanting a comfort Nikolai fic :) this is for you.

The OC's belongs to my fellow Moots: Olga 'Zhar' Samoilova - @nrdmssgs Christine 'Riot' Vega - @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot Mylène "petra" scholten de ridder - @siilvan

“Papa! Papa!!”  

Nikolai turned his head as he heard his little precious princess running up towards him with a little paper plane in her hand. ”Look what дядя Krueger made for me!!” she jumped up and down excitedly.

“Krueger.” Nikolai raised his eyebrow,amused at the news of his daughter's unlikely playmate. 

“дядя Krueger, he’s really good!! He said he’s going to fold more for me!” 

“Is he now?” Nikolai jumped down from the top of the helicopter, wiping his hand with a rag before sitting down and waving his daughter over, taking a break from fixing his trusty flying machine.

Anya happily blabbering about what other activities her Tetya and Dyadya had been doing with her. Zhar always lets her sit beside her in the office and draws on scrap pieces of paper, Yuri always follows Anya as she goes around the base,keeping an eye on her in case she runs into trouble. Now Krueger seems to take a liking to the little girl. 

His little Princess really has the Chimera wrapped around her little fingers. 

Just like how her Ma had him. 

His two beloved birds. 

The two treasures nearly got stolen from him. 

Devastating mistakes he vow not to ever happen again. 

Nikolai still has nightmares of the day he found the house full of dead bodies and trails of blood. 

Anya’s trembling and traumatised face. 

His Lastochka’s tortured body.

The day he felt everything was taken away from him. 

For the sins he had committed. 

“...And тётя Olga was yelling at дядя Krueger for being a bampot!!” Anya giggled. 

“mmm, did she now?” Nikolai replied absentmindedly, patting his daughter’s head. 

“… Papa, you are not listening!” Anya pouted as she poked Nikolai, annoyed at her Papa. She adjusted herself to finding a more comfortable position before continuing her report on what she had been up to.

“Oh Papa! can you please take me for a ride in your new plane next time?” Anya begged. “дядя Krueger said you are getting new gears for the team! I want to go for a ride too!” 

Nikolai looked down at her daughter. This girl has a strange fixation on flying machines from the time she was born, and it doesn’t help that her uncle and aunties have been giving her toys that are related to helicopters and aeroplanes and everything military like. 

Without doubt Anya IS his daughter. 

“Now Anya, just remember, don’t throw your Uncle Gaz out of the helicopter like your Papa did –” Gaz warned the little three month old baby as he put more of his newly crocheted dolls and planes into her cot. 

“Gaz,I seriously don’t think you need to worry about that…” 

“Just yet. Who knows. Not saying this cute little bub will do it but.. If he is indeed her father’s daughter….”

“Gaz…”

“But…”

“Please Papa….” Anya battered her round puppy like eyes, tears gathering. He sighed. He just couldn’t say no to her. “Alright. Remember you have to…”

“Listen to everything Papa tells me to do. I know.” Anya jumped up and gave her father a big hug and a kiss. “Thank you papa. Oh There’s Ma!” Anya turned her head and ran across the room as she spotted you slowly waddling into the hanger.  

“Ma! Papa said he will take me for a ride next time in the new plane!!” Anya announced the news excitedly to you as she took your hand and carefully led you to sit down beside Nikolai.

You look at your husband, silently asking the question. He just laughed and shook his head. 

“You really can’t say no to her, can you?” You chuckled as you lean against your husband, swatting his creeping hand away from your ass. “You dote on her too much.”

“How can you say no to that sweet little face?” Nikolai replied innocently, settling his hand around your waist instead, and gently running his hand on your raised bump. “I would give everything to keep that sweet smile on her face.” and to keep the happiness on YOUR face.

“Everything?” 

“Everything.” Except for letting her take over Chimera. She deserves a world without violence from what she has seen from a young age.

Nikolai watches as Anya spotted another Chimera soldier walking into the hangar and ran towards them to show off her paper planes.

“Well, even if Vitaly says he wants to marry Anya?” you joked. 

Nikolai’s face dropped as soon as he heard the name. “Well DID HE NOW.” he growled. 

“Nik. he’s only four years old. I don’t think you need to worry about your daughter being taken away by the boy so soon.” you try to sooth your husband’s sour mood. “Besides, are you sure you want to take a toddler’s word so seriously?” 

“I don’t like the boy.”

“Just because who his father is?” you frowned. “Nik. We’ve been over this. He is in good hands now. He isn’t going to cause any more harm to anyone else. You know Mylène will make sure of it.”

Nikolai stayed silent.

“Besides, You know Chris will be the first one to go after him and the boy if anything happens.” you spoke up again as you patted your husband’s chest. 

“Maybe I should train my son to ward off anyone who comes near his sister..”

“Nik. I haven’t even given birth yet.” You deadpanned. 

“Forward planning.”

“Can you please not.” you sighed. “Maybe you should use your time to plan for more useful things…” 

“It is useful. Planning for the well-being of my daughter’s future.” Nikolai snorted. 

“Or spend a bit more time thinking about your wife’s happiness too.” you cock an eyebrow, toying with his gold chain.

Nikolai immediately took the hint.

“Anya!” He yelled across the room. Anya turned around, halting her conversation with the soldier. “Go to your тётя Olga’s office, Papa and Ma will be a bit busy until dinner time…”

Zhar ended up babysitting Anya until the next morning. 

дядя - Uncle тётя - Aunty

@homicidal-slvt @nrdmssgs @siilvan @roosterr @preciouslittlecreature @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot @whydoilikewhump @alypink @ashwasherelol @okayyadriana @liyanahelena @miyabilicious @celshideout  @abbeyrjm-blog @shyravenns @okamimarta @gazs-blue-hat @merkitty49 @cumikering

[mylovelo-ak]

omgomg hello!! hope you’re doing good! i found your blog and read almost every single fic while kicking my feet, twirling my hair and giggling to myself <3 i had a little idea! you made that one octopus crochet fic which i reaaalllllyyyy loved!! (such a cute idea aaaaa??!?!!) and i was thinking, what about a continuation to lo’ak’s part where the reader crochets a mini version of themselves and a mini version of lo’ak (and both of them keep eachothers tiny crochet baby hehehe) as an apology? thank you and have a great day!!! <33

love & crochet <3

navi

warnings: cursing

pairing: lo'ak x gn!reader

notes: hi anon im 6 months late im so sorry TT this is super short n im not sure if i really like this but ahfjakfkak here you go !!

— "what's that supposed to be?"

he sees u pout a little at the harshness of his tone

but he's still being petty with you so he decides to ignore it

he feels terrible inside

— "it's me but.. well.. in a crocheted doll version."

— "and that?"

— "it's you.."

he almost dies at the sight of his own mini crochet self in your hands

the way you hold it like its the most precious thing in the world

he's supposed to be the most precious thing in your world but crochet lo'ak is good enough

he wants to be held like that

almost enough for him to quit being mad at you

then he sees the crocheted heart in the hands of your doll and he melts

your fight with lo'ak played like a broken record over and over in your head. it's been the biggest fight yet, and your shit scared you'd come back to your shared home with talk of a break up from him.

you'd always look to talk things through, but after your quarrel, you wondered if he felt if your relationship was still worth it. heck, you wondered if he still loved you.

"(name)! there you are—"

"kiri?" you were pulled out of your thoughts by a gasping, tired kiri, catching her breath.

"you've—" she placed a hand on your shoulder, taking a deep breath in, "—you've got to do something about lo'ak."

"lo'ak?" you asked.

"he lost that little doll and now he's losing his shit!"

you looked past her and spotted lo'ak shaking neteyam by the shoulders, obviously distressed. you could faintly hear him describe the doll to his brother and asking if he's seen it. the sight caused you to giggle at the foolishness of your thoughts, and the your partner's cuteness.

he clearly still loves you.

[truth-and-lies-drv3-imagines]

Hi there! I’ve been reading your imagines for a while and now I’m getting pretty attached to them! So - if it’s ok - may I request a scenario (with the characters: Korekiyo Shinguji, Rantaro Amami, Kokichi Ouma, Kaito Momota & Ryoma Hoshi) where the reader is the ultimate seamstress and where their favourite thing to do is crochet and so they make dolls of the boys and are caught carrying it around? Thank you!

Hello everyone! This is my first post here, I hope you like it!

-Mod Miu🔧

🌟 Kaito Momota 🌟

He honestly thinks it's the cutest thing he's ever seen.

Like seriously, this man almost cries when he sees the small doll of himself peeking out of your pocket.

He has to take a second to calm down, and then he goes into *smooth* Kaito mode.

"Geez S/O, I didn't know you thought I was that handsome. If you wanted me to always be with you, you just gotta ask."

His dumbass almost forgets you're the ultimate seamstress, and becomes pleased when he thinks about how much time you must've spent on it.

"Oh yeah, that's literally their ultimate-"

Honestly, the fact that's your ultimate and you made that almost makes him happier.

Knowing that's your ultimate, and that you spent time to make a mini-him really makes him happy.

He'll try to make a doll of you in return, but fails miserably.

Help your himbo boyfriend, please.

🌎 Rantaro Amami 🌎

He'd be kinda confused when he sees the light green hair sticking out of your back pocket.

"Is that an avocado-"

He'd become pleased when he realizes it's him, immediately pulling it out of your pocket so he can look at it properly.

He'd definitely tease you a bit about it, all the while complimenting you at the same time.

"I don't know S/O, I'm not sure it looks like me. The hair seems a bit off in the green shade. Are you sure you're really the ultimate seamstress? Maybe we need to have some "private lessons" so I can help you improve ;)"

He'd also try to make you a doll in return, but unlike Kaito he's actually good at it.

He'd feel a little sad that his sisters aren't around to meet you, he knows they'd love you and your talent.

He'd also appreciate it if you'd take the time to teach him how to crochet, he'd feel honored to learn from an ultimate like you.

His first few attempts would turn out pretty bad, but once he gets the hang of it he's hooked.

He'll leave little dolls everywhere you go, little things to remind you of him.

🎾 Ryoma Hoshi 🎾

......Him? Really?

He'd honestly be confused at first. Out of all of the things to make, you chose him for a model?

He'd warm up to the idea pretty fast though, and grow to like the doll.

He'd get kinda embarrassed you tell him that you made it because you wanna keep him close to you, no one's ever told him that before.

He'd never admit it, but he thinks the doll's pretty cute actually.

If one of his cats accidently tore up the doll, he'd feel awful.

He'd try as hard as he can to fix it. stitching up the rips with messy links.

He'd become even more embarrassed if you told him you liked the doll better that way, because it reminded you of how much he cared about you.

He'd actually enjoy learning to crochet if you wanted to teach him, even though he's really bad at it.

Sitting with you and his cats while you crochet is honestly heaven to him.

🎲 Kokichi Ouma 🎲

He fucking GASPS when he sees the doll.

"Nishinishi S/O, what's this? Did you really make a doll of the ultimate surpreme leader himself?"

The little gremlins literally ecstatic, he thinks the doll's the coolest goddamm thing he'd ever seen.

No one's ever made something of him before, and he's pleased as hell.

He's even happier when you tell him that it's because you wanted to keep him close, he takes full advantage of that.

"S/OOOOOO, I'm lonely. Will you come cuddle with me or has that doll replaced me?"

He'll make lots of jokes about how lucky you are to have two of him now, and how he bets that you wish you could bring it to life too.

He wouldn't even try to make a doll, he knows that it'd turn out horribly.

But if you do want to try and teach him, he'd try to learn for you.

Overall, he thinks your talent is cool as hell and he admires you for it.

⛩Korekyio Shinguijji⛩

He'd actually find your talent really interesting.

He'd love to scrutinize your work closely, he finds the details of your work fascinating.

He'd be flattered by the doll of course, he thinks it's honestly adorable that you like him that much.

Although he was glad he wears a mask when you told him it was because you liked him that much, masks are excellent for hiding a blush.

Sometime's when he's working, he likes to keep the doll near him.

He's actually pretty talented at crocheting, he likes doing it with you.

He probably wouldn't make you a doll, but if he can pull if off he might make you a scarf.

If you were to make him more gifts, the poor boy might overheat.

Please stop, you might kill him.

[a-starry-cactus]

Plush

Summary : All Might has received a plush that looks like his successor, and Izuku discovers it. But what will be his reaction?

Before you read : Light spoilers after AFO fight / SFW / Fluffy fluff / Dad Might hehe / English is still not my native language 

Inko Midoriya, alone in her flat that seemed so empty since her son's departure for the dorms, found all sorts of occupations to ward off her loneliness. Make pastries and share them with neighbors, do sewing, read love novels, knit, crochet ... Her latest crochet creation was a child Izuku in his All Might pajamas. She kept looking at it as she remembered her little boy running around the apartment playing the hero. As if he was still her baby, she took her mini Izuku with her to go shopping, to go for a walk, to go to the beach. He loved the beach. And now, the one that was once filled with garbage, was completely clean and ready to welcome new children.

Inko left her house for her daily walk. She decided to go to this famous beach, hoping deep inside to see her little boy running on the wet sand, his arms filled with shells. But at this time, the beach was rather empty. It was getting late, the sun was already starting to set.

She let a sigh of disappointment escape her lips, before going down to the beach. She felt so lonely, even seeing strangers in the distance would have warmed her heart. But she was alone.

No. She wasn’t. She had mini Izuku with her. It made her smile again. The sound of the waves was relaxing, it filled the silence of the walk. She took out mini Izuku from her bag and showed it the sea.

"Do you remember the day you picked up a beautiful shell? You didn’t want to leave it, you even wanted to sleep with it at night. It's still on your shelf in your room. You remember?"

Sadly, no answer came out of the doll, but it didn’t matter. Talking to it was like talking to his son, and that's all she cared about.  

"And the day you found a toy in the sand. You really wanted to keep it, and I was suspicious of it, who knows what touched it? But you didn’t want to listen to me. I must admit that as soon as we came back I threw it away. Fortunately, your other toys had been a diversion."

She sat on the sand, facing the sea, watching the sun set over the horizon. All these memories were both painful and filled with joy. If only his father could have seen him grow up...

"Mrs. Midoriya? Is everything ok?"

She went out of her thoughts at the call of her name and looked up to see his interlocutor. A tall, slender man, blond hair, in a shirt too big for him and khaki shorts. It took her a few seconds to recognize him. Izuku's teacher and former hero No.1-

"All Might?"

She got up suddenly, rubbed the sand on her clothes and put a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Yes, yes I'm fine, don’t worry."

"Sorry, I didn’t want to sound rude, you seemed so sad..."

"Ah... When you have children, they end up leaving home... I miss Izuku a lot."

Mini Izuku was still in her hand, and the hero couldn’t help but notice. He didn’t dare to say anything, staring at it for a moment. Inko followed his gaze and realized that he had seen the doll.

"Ah. I must look stupid, to make a replica of my son..." She blushed. He smiled.

"No. It is very well done, you have a lot of talent. I'd like to have such a talent!"

"Coming from the Hero No.1, I take this as a great compliment." She laughed.

He blushed, his eyes fixed again on the object. He noticed the pajamas on the doll and stifled a laugh.

"I can’t help it, in all my memories he's wearing that pajamas!" She smiled.

All Might couldn’t take his eyes off the doll. It looked a lot like Izuku. His successor had acquired a certain importance in his heart and this kind of object could melt his heart. He blushed at the thought of having one for him.

Inko realized that the doll didn’t leave him indifferent, so she had an idea. She pretended to have to go back home because it was getting late, and greeted the hero.

She spent the whole evening and part of the night making a doll identical to hers. In the early morning she wrapped it neatly in a box and added a note. Then sent it to his son's school for the attention of All Might.

A few days later, the hero had forgotten his meeting with Inko. He had run out of paperwork and couldn’t find time to rest. He was exhausted.

Under the stack of envelopes not yet opened, was a package. He examined it for a moment before seeing where it came from.

"Midoriya’s?"

He opened it without hesitation. The object was carefully wrapped under several layers of bubble wrap. He gave them to Present Mic, who loved to play with, annoying Aizawa by the way.

The layers of bubble paper removed, he could discover the precious treasure. He expected everything except a mini crochet Izuku. His heart stopped for a second. This woman, she knew how to make surprises.

Obviously, the gift didn’t escape his colleagues, starting with Mic, intrigued to receive bubble wrap. Aizawa glanced and smothered a mocking laugh. No matter what they thought about it, he loved it.

He used the return address on the package to send a letter of thanks, expressing his surprise and happiness. The question was whether or not Izuku should be aware of this story, and the existence of the dolls.

Like Inko, he couldn’t help taking his little gift everywhere. For nearly a week, he managed to keep this secret. Until the day he invited the real Izuku to his office, forgetting mini Izuku comfortably sitting on his desk. He didn’t understand until he saw Izuku staring at the object.

He expected everything except to see him blush. He thought he was embarrassed or worse, disgusted. See him turn his back and run away. But no. He was moved. Just moved. And still a little embarrassed.

"I see, my mother made one for you too."

"So you knew?"

"For the doll? Of course, she showed it to me the day she made it. But you, I didn’t expect it."

"If it makes you uncomfortable, I can give it back..."

"No no! You can keep it. Just don’t show it to teachers or students, please."

Oh.

"Actually... Aizawa-kun and Present Mic are already aware."

"I should have known, Aizawa-sensei looks at me strangely for a while."

"Sorry my boy."

"At least the others aren’t aware."

Not yet.

"All Might sensei, it’s Deku, right?"

And voila. He managed to keep it secret for another week, before daring to take it with him to class, hidden behind a binder. He didn’t expect Uraraka to come to his desk.

The whole class stood up to see, before being called to order. Izuku had disappeared under his notebook, red with shame. Oh of course, All Might knew how to keep a heavy secret like his Quirk, but a simple doll with the effigy of his successor was too hard to hide.

But Izuku knew how to take revenge.

A few days later, the doll story was forgotten by most of the class. No one was referring to it anymore. It was time to take revenge.

When he went back to see his mother over the weekend, he told her the whole story. Of course she couldn't help laughing. He then asked to use her talents to create another doll, very special.

On his return to school, he proudly showed a doll with the effigy of All Might, but in his true form, wearing his usual khaki pants, with a white t-shirt on which was written "No.1".

Recently, the whole world knew the true form of the hero. The pupils had no trouble recognizing him when they saw the doll. But Izuku was waiting for the reaction of one person : the hero himself.

The lesson had begun a short time ago, the class was calm and working on a personal project. It was the perfect moment.

"All Might, I need your advice, please."

"I'm coming, my boy."

The hero walked to his student's desk, trying to guess what he might ask. He stopped in front of him, waiting for the question. Izuku stared at him for a moment, then lifted the notebook under which was hidden a doll. A doll that looked like him... a lot. He felt red rising on his cheeks.

"It's on the family to make surprises, I feel." He whispered.

"I hold that from my mother." The boy smiled.

"Well, I guess we're quits now." He chuckled.

"Maybe..."

Maybe? What did he mean by maybe ?

"So, Toshi, do we become his student's doll?" Aizawa joked.

"I want a Toshinori-san doll too!" Present Mic exclaimed.

Heh, this little-

[thecrazydragonlady]

Tagged for WIP

Directions: List all the things you are currently working on. You can out as much or as little detail as you would like. Then tag your friends! It can be writing, drawings, gifsets, whatever. I got tagged by @crazyfanatic97 so y'all blame him for this. *Cracks knuckles* Aight, I am currently working on: “Of Runways and Darkness”: Life seems pretty good for part-time superhero Marinette Dupain-Cheng especially since she’s dating the boy of her dreams and her friends have joined them as superheroes. However, when jealousy rears its ugly head, will she be able to keep her life from falling apart? Chloé will do everything to make sure it does. “A Little Lady’s Fury”: (The original idea came from @aeonthedimensionalgirl; ff.net and tumblr exclusive; fanfiction) Marinette is hit by an akuma meaning Chat has to deal with it and her by himself. Just how is a cat supposed to deal? “Lady Misfortune”: (Amino exclusive; fanfiction) Ladybug doesn’t exist. She never did. Instead, Lady Misfortune, the powerful minion of Hawkmoth, helps reign terror on the city of Paris all for revenge and the miraculous. Can Chat save this lovely lady before something worse happens? 6 One-shot requests that vary too much for me to write about. “The Golden Dragon”: (Graphic novel; it was going to be a comic but then I remembered three things: I’m lazy, I can’t draw, and I’m short on time) Jay is an ordinary girl. Too ordinary in fact; she’s invisible. That is, until she transforms into The Golden Dragon, superhero who fights against Arachnid and his minions Viper and Dark Claw who seem to want her miraculous for some unknown reason….. The Golden Dragon crochet doll Various goods like pins and stickers for my characters and fandom stuff Purchasing a mini printer for my cellphone and digital art Bettering my digital art Purchasing a car Purchasing a ticket for the VIP experience at the Kamelot concert 2018 Losing a minimum of 10 more pounds That’s it. I’m done. God, the list is so much longer when you see it written out. Hmmmmmm I’m only going to tag @aeonthedimensionalgirl because I get the feeling you’ll do it and not be peeved at me. :P

[littlewalken]

Mar 17

It’s an Ignoritall morning because of yesterday.

We’ll just say I went out for toilet paper and came home with that, the entire series of Keeping Up Appearances, it’s mentioned in one if not more books I have about servants and Victorian people and awhile back the book made its way here, and Grumpy Cat’s Grumpy Book because it was on clearance, and a little photo book with collie puppies dressed in clothes, and had grocery store sushi rolls for lunch which were decent in price and flavor, and then I took some Ignoritall and had a nap because of... 

Took long enough for that giraffe to crap out her baby. 

I don’t have face blindness what so ever. Interesting Oliver Sachs does, have his music book and read a couple others. I wonder if there is a portrait artist out there who has it, one who does at least somewhat realistic or some other way of differentiating them, not like the same old Hanna Barberra or Animae looking ones.

Anyone interested in drawing in a Hanna Barberra style or “golden age” comic book and illustration style can look in to Andrew Loomis’ books, free at archive.org, and Jack Hamm. 

I did a bit of crochet yesterday. I made my own pattern for a boy doll but it looks like I’ve never made, or not frogged, a sample as I’ve worked the bugs out of the pattern. Found out I had made a body in size 20 thread so I’m going to see about finishing him. Stared on a leg, all worked single thread flat ATM, so if I patterned off kilter I can frog and try again. It’s stuff like making sure the shaping increases and decreases are correct.

Still unsure if I want to add legs to the size 20 Lizbeth doll, she’s just a mini version of the Annie’s Attic crochet fashion doll who works fine in 10 thread. If you make the big crochet dress dolls you can literally just stuff the underskirt and bodice, or the underskirt and crochet up a torso and arms so you never have to worry if the outfit will fit. 

I have whipped up several bodices from Annie’s Attic and Paradise in the gage they give and none of them have yet to easily fit a TnT Barbie, and the new ones especially won’t fit. As the outfits aren’t meant to be changed a soft body works well. 

Finishing the guy first. I also have some size 30 spools which is close enough in some aspects incase I run out of 20. 

Really helps if you have your own written gage swatch list because I’ve discovered I use different sized hooks. And if you have like those Clover flat handled steels they’re numbered a bit differently. 

We who 1mm hook be mad. 

Not that I’m not dying to set up the doll house or get the Monsters out for awhile but anemia days aside if I don’t keep at least a base level of Ignorital going I’m not going to get up in the morning. 

But I have to. They make grey Ken sweatpants I have to buy. Might get them a pink hoodie but they aren’t sure if they want another nylon jacket. Stretchy Ken clothes fit different boy dolls better.

[sofasoap]

Lastochka - Epilogue

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Family.

Part I , Part II, Interlude,Part III,Part IV,Part V

WARNING: Back to it's crack-ish fic route, with slight mention of PTSD, swearing, Mature theme.

I apologise if any depictions of symptons and military procedures might be incorrect.

Thanks to @homicidal-slvt for planting ideas into my brain. this whole series is all for you :)

My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!

“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

“Papa, What’s that??”

“That is a C-27J Spartan.” “And and and that one??” 

“That my dear, is a Mi-24 Hind.”

“Papa knows how to fly all of these??” 

“Of course my принцесса. If it flies, Papa knows how to pilot them.”

Your daughter Anya, who is currently sitting on her father’s shoulder, looking down at him with her mouth wide open in awe. 

“If your papa knows how to keep your Ma and uncle Gaz inside the aircraft, that would be wonderful.” You mumbled as you came up beside your husband and daughter. “Oh my lastochka, you are still sour about it years later?”

“You nearly killed your wife that day.” you pouted, latching onto his arm. 

“I fell in love with my wife that day.” he looked down at you, winking as he pulled his aviators down. 

“Uncle uncle uncle poppaaaaaaa!!” Anya started wriggling around and waving as she spotted Ghost’s tall figure, followed by Gaz, Soap and Price. Lifting her off the shoulder with a bit of grunt, Nikolai sets Anya down. As soon as her little feet touched the ground, she ran straight to Ghost, latching onto his leg like a koala. 

“I win. Pay up.” Ghost smirks under his mask. He picks Anya up as she giggles away while he tosses her up high before catching her. 

Soap and Gaz grumbled as they fish out twenty pound notes each.

Gaz gave you a sheepish look, “ We were arguing who Anya’s favourite uncle is. So we thought this is the best way to settle.” You glared at the boys. “By betting money?” Gaz and Soap pointed at each other, ““His idea””.

You rolled your eyes. “Well, going by that, all three of you are losing. She’s going through the Poppa Price phase at the moment. She insists on taking her Poppa Price doll with her everywhere she goes.” pointing at the little backpack Anya has on, you can just see crochet doll Price’s head just peeking out from the opening of the bag. 

Gaz gifted you a whole set of dolls he crocheted when your daughter was born.

“.... Where did you get these made?” You gapped as you picked up the Soap doll, these are really well made, even down to the finest detail of the little scar on his chin. 

“ I made them.” Gaz smiled proudly as he took other dolls out of the bag. Ghost with his mask on and the forehead frown, Price with his signature boonie hat and little cigar in his mouth, Soap with his mohawk, Gaz with his Union Jack cap, Nikolai and his aviator and headset, and there is you too, in a little combat gear. “You need to give me photos of your parents, so I can make them too.” 

Who knows Gaz’s side hobby was knitting and crocheting? Now it make sense the scarf and jumper set he gifted you for your birthday years ago. 

“This is an odd place for a family outing.” Price commented as he came up and gave you a hug and kiss on the cheek, and turned to shake Nikolai’s hand. 

“What can I say, my daughter has inherited her father’s fondness for flying, she insisted us to bring her to the airshow when she saw it advertised on T.V.” you sighed as you looked at three boys playing with Anya. You were blessed to have your team family loving her as much as they have loved you. Few soldiers in their uniform walked past your group, gasping in awe. Taskforce one-four-one has a famous reputation and was well known amongst the military. You can just make out some of them mumblings,

“...isn’t that …Captain Price’s team….”

“Lady Fortuna??”

“... THE famous Lady Fortuna? The one that brought the Russian mafia to their knees?”

What? How did the rumour about your failed mission become a skewed legend? You shivered a bit, not a memory you wanted to recall. You clutch onto your husband’s arm. Sensing your distress, Nikolai pulls you in with his other arm, comforting you silently.

“... and she famously shut the Taskforce one-four-one men up over the chocolate biscuits.”

Oh heaven. The famous chocolate biscuit incident. You groaned as you can feel your husband’s body shaking with suppressed laughter, while Price facepalms, shaking his head. “I SPENT THREE DAYS BAKING THESE BISCUITS FOR THE WHOLE BARRACK, AND WHAT DID YOU BOYS DO??? ATE ALL OF IT?!!!!” 

Gaz and Soap sat on the mess hall dining bench, head bowing down, not daring to look you in the eyes. 

You finally came back to duty after over a year off to recover from your struggle with PTSD, and as appreciation and by popular demands by other soldiers, you baked a huge batch of your famous chocolate biscuit. 

And an hour later after leaving them on the kitchen bench, you discovered there were only a few crumbs and less than a handful left in the tupperware containers. 

You knew who the top two suspects were, and in no time you caught them in the other corner of the mess hall, eating away.

Ghost was watching the whole drama unfold, sipping on his tea. You turn and point your finger at him. “ YOU! I thought you would be the most sensible one, and don’t think you can get away with it! I can see the crumb on your lip!!” Simon quickly wiped his mouth and pulled down his mask, trying to deny any wrongdoing.You were in full lecture mode by the time Price swung by and looking for the biscuit, you dragged him by the shirt, not caring he is your superior, threw him onto the bench to sit with the other three men.

The four of them can see behind you as you yell at them without taking a breath, soldiers hearing there was biscuit but do a quick U-Turn when they see the hellfire that is on full flame.  You gained a second call sign after that, Lady of Hellfire.

“Ma!!!Papa!! Come come!! I wanna go see the planes!!” Anya’s tugging of your hand pulls you out from the memories of the past. Nikolai laughed as he picked his daughter up again and settled her into his arms.

“Alright! Now let’s go and look at that helicopter first… that’s the one Uncle Gaz and your Ma were rolling out from…and Oh that one over there.. That is a goodie too. I took your Ma on a date on that one…” You smiled as you looked at your teammate as they laughed at Nikolai’s conversation with our daughter.

Despite all the ups and downs. You were lucky to have Nikolai and your little Anya, and your brother and adoptive brother and uncle with you.

Makes all the challenges all worth it. 

принцесса= Princess Thank you to :

@homicidal-slvt,

@roosterr @preciouslittlecreature

@boughhs for sticking with me throughout the whole series. what started off as a joking idea for @homicidal-slvt, turned into a full fledge half crack half serious fic. It was a lot of fun writing it!! I might have two more drabbles for these two coming in next few days. If I can get my brains going :)

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Lastochka - Raging waves - Prologue

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( aka Mini MacTavish) + OC (child) +Task Force 141

Summary: Sequel to the Lastochka series Just as everyone think life is peaceful and calm, the past comes crashing back into both your life.

WARNING: Mature Theme. Violence ( physical and gun ), Original child character. talk of blood and trauma. kidnapping. strong languages.

A/N : Official prologue. Finally manage to tidy it up and add more things in. I am sorry @gamergirlbones. I know I was suppose to write the crack fic....... * hide*

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Door slammed open, Ghost spotted the tiny figure hiding in the dark corner of the wardrobe, clutching to a crochet doll tightly, while clamping her small hands over her mouth, body shaking and eyes wide with terror. 

“Anya.” 

“Uncle Simon!!” Ghost swung his gun quickly over his shoulder, crouching down with open arms to catch the petite girl as she scrambles over piles of clothes and boxes, lunging herself at him, tears finally spilling over her fear infested orbs. 

“Shh. it's ok.” Ghost tries to soothe his niece the best he can as he gently cradles her in his arms, letting out a relief sigh.

Raising his hand to pat the frightened girl on the head, he noticed the red sticky substance covering her backside. 

Blood. 

Ghost pulled Anya away from him,alarmed. Scanning her up and down, checking for any signs of injuries.

“Love, are you hurt? Did someone hurt you??Tell uncle Si…” 

“Anya! Where are you Anya!” 

Both of their heads turned, Nikolai storming up the staircase, frantically calling for his daughter. He was followed closely by Price, Soap and Gaz emerged from the other rooms seconds later. 

“Papa!! Papa!!!” Little Anya burst into tears again as she cried for her father. Ghost immediately passed her into Nikolai’s embrace. Nikolai gave his daughter a tight hug, followed by kisses on her face. “Are you alright my little dove?” Nikolai asked as he checked over his daughter carefully, “ Why have you got blood all over you?! Where is your Ma?” 

“Ma told me to be a good girl and hide in there,” Anya replied in a wavering voice, pointing into the wardrobe, “and.. And.. there were so many scary men… hurting Ma… Ma told me to close my eyes….” The poor little girl, trying her best to recount the event, distressed. 

“Close your eyes, Mah bairn, remember that silly song uncle Johnny taught you? Just keep singing and clutch onto me tight, ok?” 

Sounds of gunshot ringing throughout the house, Anya tried her hardest singing out loud, eyes closed, burying her head into your chest. 

Men yelling, sounds of you screaming as you break through waves of men trying to reach the two of you. 

One, two, three, four, five.  Shot after shot. Until you ran out of bullets. You pull the knife off some of the dead attack’s vest and slash the arm of the enemy as they try to grab you, and stabbing them right in the eyes.  Turning around, slashing the next attacker right in the throat, blood spraying out, covering both of you and your daughter. 

You made a quick run up the stairs as you saw the opening. Right into the spare room in the corner of the house where it is currently used as a storage room, full of stuff. You open the wardrobe and tuck Anya right in the corner. 

“Stay in here, and try not to make a sound, ok? No matter what happened.” The little girl covered her mouth, nodded her head furiously .

“Papa and uncle will come and save us soon. We will be ok.” Giving her one last kiss on the forehead, as if this might be the last time you lay your eyes on your most precious treasure in the world, you throw some clothes on top of her, shove some boxes in front before slamming the door shut. 

“I heard some bad guys talking.. And… and.. Ma.. Ma she screamed. So loud. .. and I don’t know what happened…” Anya clutch onto Nikolai’s vest, shaking uncontrollably. 

Nikolai received an alert on his phone and a broken voice mail from you hours ago. 

“Intruders…. Parameter breached…. Anya…” The message was cut off abruptly. He tried to call back immediately, checking the security system.  Nothing. No reception or access at all. 

Nikolai was beyond furious. At the enemy. At himself. He thought he had his family kept safe. His two precious little birds in his safety.  With his reputation and connection with both sides of the world. Clearly someone who is daring or stupid enough try to threaten him. But.. who? And why?

He had the best security and network set up around the family home. Only a handful of people knew about the location, let alone how to access the system.

That’s when he knew they were facing a bigger enemy than expected. 

Chill runs down his spine. The same nightmare from years ago. The failed mission left his Lastochka traumatised and scarred and nearly lost her life. It’s happening again. 

Soap stares at his brother in law. Lip tightly pressed together. His tightly clench and shaking fist emitting his fury and anger. 

“House is clear. Apart from the dead bodies downstairs, there are no other signs of life…” Gaz whispered into Price’s ear, worry sipping through between his words. 

Nikolai is seeing red.  Crimson red. 

So is John MacTavish. 

“You promised.” Soap growled as he stepped forward towards Nikolai, barely containing his anger. “To keep them out of danger.” another step forward, voice raised, “No harm will come to them,” another step forward, “ And this. THIS happened. My sister missing. My niece traumatised!” 

“You think I want this to happen?” Nikolai snarled, holding onto his daughter tighter, “You think I will deliberately let harm come to my precious birds?” flaring his nostril, he stuck his face closer to his brother in law, matching his tone and volume. “I have done everything I can, within my power, and beyond, to keep them hidden from my past, my enemies. You..!”

Anya’s wailing snapped Nikolai and Soap out of their heated argument. 

“Papa… Uncle Soapy.. Please don’t yell…. I want Mama!!! I miss Mama…!!!” Anya couldn’t hold herself back any longer. Hours of hiding in the closet, witnessing the traumatising event, hearing her father and uncle clashing at each other, was all too much for her to bear. 

Price put his hand onto his friend’s shoulder, gripping it tight, to remind him of the situation. 

“Nikolai. Soap. Both of you can argue later. Now is not the time nor place.” 

Ghost grabbed Soap’s vest, pulling him back, mumbling under his breath trying to calm him down. 

“Come Anya, let’s clean you up.” Gaz gently lifts the distressed toddler out of Nikolai’s arm, away from the raging adults as he gives Nikolai and Soap disapproving looks. “Can you show me where you keep your clean clothes and bathroom, yea?” Anya hiccupped and nodded as she put one of her arm around Gaz’s neck, the other pointing down the corridor.  Just as Gaz was about to turn away from the group, all of their communicator crackled and mobile phones chimed at same time. 

The five men look at each other, before carefully taking the phones out and checking the message. 

Two pictures appeared. One of you lying in a pool of blood, Nikolai realise from the background it was from the failed mission years ago, another of you tied to the chair with a gun aimed at your head. 

– The little bird is in the cage.  The countdown starts, before the beautiful swallow breaks her wings forever. 

“Welcome. We met again. Lady Fortuna. Let's see if your reputation can save you this time.” 

like I stated before.. I am going to take it real slow with this series. I don't want to mess it up. I might end up going on long hiatus or abandon it totally if I can't come up with good in depth plot. * bow* please bear with me.

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