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foundfamilywhump · 4 months

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Any prompts for whumpee calling their dad figure "dad" or something for the first time due to fear/injury?

WOULD LOVE TO, HAPPILY. this is my absolute jam, as my url may indicate. some concepts for this (which is one of my FAVE things generally - using Family Words, especially for the first time)

sudden realization that something terrible is about to happen - spotting a bomb or a pressure plate, seeing someone pull a gun, any kind of immediate and shocking danger, calling out in warning or in fear

nearly delirious with pain, being beaten or tortured, screaming for help - a little extra fun because there’s some potential here for like. does the father figure in question even know it happened? were they present or not even there? does the person hurting them use this to taunt father figure later - “they were calling for you, you know” etc.

slight variation if you’ve got a sinister/abusive father figure, can be begging the person hurting them to stop, calling them dad for the first time as they’re being hurt

another slight variation - painful wound care or medical treatment. it has to happen because they Need it but it hurts and they beg for it to stop or for help or just. saying ‘dad’ and ‘please’ without purpose, just saying it because they’re hurt and the pain won’t stop.

nightmares are SO good for this. in their sleep, just coming out of one, panicked and afraid and confused.

drug or fever or exhaustion induced disorientation and lowered inhibitions!!! yes!!! then you also get to play with whether they remember saying it later.

whumper forces them to make a ransom call or just a call to taunt the father figure, and either makes them say it - “go ahead, call your dad and beg to be saved” - or just makes them make the call and it slips out - “tell them how much it hurts, tell them what’s happened to you”

it always adds a little special something to Any situation like this for me when the whumpee has a bad relationship with their father/family and that’s like. in the background colouring this moment and impacting how it feels to say that name and for the father figure to hear it. chef kiss, yes please.

#gav gab #gav answers #THANK YOUUUUU #whump prompt #whump tropes #whump #character dynamics #tropes

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makesometime · 6 months

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prompt for Diina and Astarion: what was their (eventual) wedding like?

Ah, I’m so happy you asked this! Because it gave me an excuse to think about it in more certain terms than *shrug* I guess it happens. Thank you <3

This happens far far after the events of the game, which may explain why some of the squad are absent.

(G-rated, Astarion/Named Female Drow Tav, past Karlach/Tav (brief mention), ~1k, small weddings and friendship)

“I could do it.”

Diina looks up from her mug of cider, frowning at her friend. “Hmm?”

Shadowheart smiles, walking over to the table at which she and Astarion are sitting, putting a glass down with a lack of poise that suggests it’s not the first their wonderful cleric has imbibed.

“I could marry you, since you’re tying yourselves up in knots trying to solve an impossible riddle of the faithless.” She says. “I can do that.”

Astarion shoots her a look, the first hopeful one he’s worn for many hours. It’s been a long-standing sticking point of theirs. The selection of a place to make their bond formal was complicated enough given their general lack of allegiance to any of the gods. Adding to that Astarion’s lingering distaste for their inaction over his imprisonment paired with Diina’s recent familiarity with some of the worst of the deities, and they were feeling rather stumped by the whole affair.

“That is, if you can bear to have my lady bless your union.”

Astarion gives a fond little smile. “The moon has been my safe haven since we had our little friends removed from our heads. It seems fitting enough, given that we also know her daughter rather well.”

“Who are you going to invite?” Shadowheart asks, with all the lack of tact and fervent mischief that they know her for. “I imagine you could keep the guest list to what… two hundred of your closest friends?”

Diina groans, just about stopping herself from thumping her head against the table. “No, please. Don’t curse us with that.”

“Please don’t tell anyone, darling,” Astarion asks, the closest to wheedling she’s ever seen him. “Small is the operative word here. Private. Personal. I think you of all people understand the importance of secrets.”

“Yes, yes, of course.” She sighs, moodily swirling her wine as if she’s been denied the most wonderful of gifts. “As you wish.”

Diina chuckles, reaching across to hold Astarion’s hand. “How are you feeling?”

“Rather more settled now, love.” He admits. “Everything else should be a walk in the park, don’t you think?”

It is not precisely a curse. But it would be an overstatement to say that things go smoothly in the run-up to their nuptials. Minsc and Jaheira are out of town from almost the moment they settle on a date, and with a relatively short turnaround, it reduces their already small invite list by two.

Halsin writes a letter from the Grove announcing his plans for an extended sojourn in the once shadow-touched lands, only to immediately retract his plans once Diina lets him know the reason for her hurried arrival at the gates of the Grove the very next day.

With Aylin and Isobel delighted to attend, and Joi almost guaranteed (though she insists on a formal invite), they have all of their surviving friends save for Lae’zel, who is almost impossible to contact at the best of times.

They choose to hold the ceremony outside, high on the outcropping overlooking the city that Diina had stood upon, once another time, to breathe it all in. It’s strange to take the walk up there with her friends, skirting past the rebuilt site that used to be their camp.

There were so many of them, once upon a time.

Now there’s the quiet chatter of old friends, Joi’s laughter as she skips along next to her wife, Astarion’s quiet jibes back to Halsin making her remember the good old days. Above them, they can hear the beating of Aylin’s wings and Isobel’s soft laughter as they fly through the night under the light of her mother’s moon.

She misses Karlach so much it aches, the realisation that she never got to have something like this with her first love sitting heavy in her heart in the week running up to this moment. The lack of her singing, her laughter, her frantic footwork as she played with Scratch… the absence sits heavier today, despite her bright mood.

Astarion must sense her wavering spirits because he walks a little closer and gently takes her hand. He knows well enough that she wouldn’t want a fuss made, but there’s no doubting his understanding of the thoughts that swirl through her head as they step into the next stage of their life together.

Diina watches Shadowheart swan past them as they approach the cliff edge, her hair glowing in the moonlight just as brightly as Diina and Astarion’s. And, while the group hasn’t really practised anything, everyone falls into a natural arc around them as they take their slightly awkward place in front of her.

Diina suddenly feels a little uncomfortable being the centre of attention after so long in relative anonymity, not quite sure where to look or how to stand when doing something as momentous as getting married…

Then, Astarion ducks his head to catch her eye, holding out his hand with a small smile.

The world melts away. Diina can’t take her eyes off of his, linking their fingers and stepping a little closer to feel the familiar sensation of his closeness.

She hears most of what Shadowheart intones, the sweet unevenness of her speech betraying her own nerves. But Diina can’t honestly say she takes in much of the meaning, beyond the obvious.

Love. Love. By the gods, she adores this man.

Aylin cheers loudest when they kiss, Diina’s arms winding tight around Astarion’s neck and not wanting him to step away until she lets him. A bold move, perhaps, to challenge a vampire to a battle of breath. But when she pulls back with an airy gasp, his eyes shine with barely-repressed glee.

The rings on their fingers glow brightly in the moonlight, a strangely cool heat radiating against her skin. Astarion smirks, bringing hers to his lips and pressing another kiss there.

“Wife.” He says, no little possession in that simple word.

Diina chuckles, turning her hand and cupping his cheek. “Husband. After all this time.”

Astarion nods. “And forever more, pet.”

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #tav x astarion #astarion x tav #bg3 fanfiction #thank youuuuu #always open to prompts <3

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memepipboy · 2 years

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For a prompt how about Hancock teasing Nick about Kellar.

“Aw Nicky, someones got a crush—I see it in those LED eyes!”

“You wouldn’t know a ‘crush’ if it gave you a mean left hook to the skull”

#asks #sketch prompts #anon #THANK YOUUUUU I’m trying to get back into it :’)#I’ve been sick all week and I’m on so many meds atm :’)#help :’)#SEND MORE LETS GOOOO #nick valentine #hancock #john hancock #fallout 4 #sketch

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steddiesupportgroup · 2 years

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prompt!! steddie post-vecna battle kiss???

Gladly!! Fluffy victory kiss under the cut 😚

They did it. The battle is over, the war has been won, the ring has been thrown into the fires of Mount Doom. Eddie’s relieved, all things considered. Sure, they might slap a pair of cuffs on him the moment he steps back into the real world, but his friends, his new friends, are alive. They made it.

And right now, under the thrum of his still beating heart, Eddie feels awfully lucky to have Steve Harrington draped over his lap, bloody and bruised but alive.

Steve’s delirious, he’s gotta be. He hasn’t stopped gazing at Eddie with his tired eyes, mouth moving around words he’s too exhausted to say. Eddie can’t believe he found the time to develop a crush on King Steve whilst they were fighting for their lives, but here he is, unwilling to look anywhere else. Steve’s so pretty, even when he’s covered in blood and dirt and god knows what.

And dammit, if he doesn’t stop staring at Eddie’s mouth like that he’s gonna lose it. It feels like a dream when Steve raises a trembling hand to the back of Eddie’s neck, trying to lift his head up with difficulty. Eddie doesn’t think about it, doesn’t try to understand why Steve Harrington would be trying to get so close to him; Eddie wants to kiss him. He thinks they both deserve it after saving the world, at the very least.

So he does. He meets Steve where he’s at, cups his cheek, and presses a gentle kiss to his mouth. Steve’s lips are dry and cracked and Eddie’s not doing much better, but it’s everything he wants. It builds a fire in his chest when Steve kisses back with all the energy he has left, his lips parted to slide against Eddie’s own. He has some nerve being such a good kisser after what they just went through.

They part, and by the time Eddie sits back up to look down at Steve again, Steve’s eyes are closed, and he’s asleep in an instant.

Eddie knows he’s in trouble now, but this time he has the feeling it’s the good kind.

#thank youuuuu this saved me #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #prompt #ask

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afewproblems · 10 months

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For WIP Weekend - childhood friends Steddie

Love a good childhood friends fic 💜

(- steddie-there)

Ahhh! Thank you thank you my friend!

The nurse is around his moms age, maybe a little older if the laugh lines around her mouth are any indication. Her brown hair is streaked with grey as well and pulled back in a tight bun. Her light brown eyes trace over the page of his chart and a slight crease begins to form between them as she frowns slightly. "What is it?" Diane says, the words come out smoothly; Steve tries to make eye contact with her, to see just how mad she is about this, how mad his dad will be when they get home, but she ignores his gaze.

WIP Weekend - Make me Write

#afewproblems writes #afewproblems answers #steve harrington #childhood friends au #poor steve #this is based on a beautiful ask I received and I'm so grateful that everyone likes this so far #credit goes to the nonny that sent me their beautiful prompt so I cant wait until I can share the full piece with you all #I dont write about steves mother as much but when I do #woo boi watch out apparently #thank you thank youuuuu

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chaoslynx · 2 years

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36 I think Lyric calling Ash that during class would make a funny chapter

36. “You’re a softie.” (Goes along with this professor Ash AU!)

Ash is talking to Lyric again, since they're still his TA. Class just ended, and one student in particular didn't show up. Again.

Lyric hums. "She didn't turn in her homework either. I looked for it," they say.

"Yeah, I checked too. I'm ... worried."

"Referral to the counseling center?" Lyric suggests.

"Gonna call her into my office first. Like I did with you."

Lyric nods, then grins. "You're a softie."

"W-what?" Ash stammers. "I—hey!"

"Well you are," they reply, grinning wider. "You're probably the kindest professor on campus, you know that? Anyone else would have just failed her by now. And me, last year."

"Yeah, well—" Ash cuts off. Fuck. "I've been there, all right? I mean—you know. I've been there."

Lyric's smile fades a little, and they nod. "I do know. And I appreciate you. A lot. Doesn't change that you're a fucking softie, though."

"Language," Ash chides.

"Okay, Professor Lynx," they respond with a wink.

"Ah!" Ash protests.

"No one's here. Calm your shit."

"Language!"

But they're both grinning. After a moment, Lyric turns away.

"... You worried about her?" they ask.

Ash hums. "Yeah. A bit. A lot."

"You think it's ... ?"

"Looks like it might be. Similar, at least. You picked up on it, too?"

Lyric scoffs. "Yeah. Do you think there's, like, a gaydar, but for survivors?"

Ash laughs, startled. "Compassion?"

"Empathy," they counter. "Something along those lines. I'm not sure. But ... yeah. Yeah, I'm worried too."

"... What are your plans, after this?" Ash asks. "You graduate soon, right?"

"Yeah," Lyric mumbles. "I sure as fuck do. I dunno. I want to ... help. Like you do."

"Gonna go the professor route?"

They make a face. "I dunno about that. But maybe ... therapist, or some shit like that. Something. Where I can make a difference."

"... I'm glad," Ash whispers. "Because I think you will."

"I think I have to," Lyric says. "I don't know how I would—what I would do with myself. How I would make it up to the world. If I didn't."

Ash looks at them, and tries to, like ... get them to listen. Really, really fucking listen. "There's nothing to make up to the world," he says. "There's nothing to forgive. You know that, right, Lyric?"

"... Maybe," they whisper. "I'll reach out to her and tell her you want to call her in to talk about the most recent assignment."

Ash hesitates. "For your TA position," he says, impulsively. "I want an essay on how this experience has helped you, and how you're going to use it to shape your future."

Lyric groans. "Dick," they mumble.

Ash grins. "I'm not turning it in to the department head. So be honest."

Sighing, Lyric nods slowly. "Deal."

#banana fish #ash lynx #prompt fill #THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD IDEA #thank youuuuu #answers #cupcake-spice13

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detective-giggles · 2 years

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Okay- so. This will probably be the last bit of this that I share until it’s due. It’s pretty much done at this point, and I don’t want to spoil the ending.

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“I’m more worried about your hand,” TK tells him, holding out his hand. “Come on.”

Carlos takes TK’s hand in his and lets TK lead him to the bathroom. He closes the toilet lid and sits. TK takes a peek at his hand and then rummages around in the cabinet for their first aid kit.

He’s silent as he digs through the overly-stuffed plastic box and starts setting supplies aside.

“I’m sorry, TK, you shouldn’t have to take care of me right now.”

“That’s what we do. Take care of each other,” TK says simply.

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#failed adoption fic #tarlos whump week prompt #thank youuuuu for the ask!

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ff-12 · 1 year

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Can I get a uhhhhhh... prickcest valentine's drabble too? >:)

"I could show you the universe! All of its wonders and secrets."

"Mmm, pass. Already seen it."

"Other universes then. Anything! C'mon, there must be something you want, it's a special occasion."

The sunset was streaked across the waters, the beach warm even late into the evening. Special occasion? Prime had to be pulling a stunt, it was just some irrelevant earth day. Oh! Oh...

Suddenly, Rick became very interested in the portable holo-dreamcast set he was tinkering with, an uncharacteristic blush creeping up...

"Don't have to choose anything, dip-stain, I already have you..."

Prime's laughter came out loud and sudden, the laser modifications causing a pink glint in his eyes.

"Again with the sappy nicknames, I don't even know you anymore!"

"Oh, Fuck Off into a gorganix chuff hole, Prick!"

They continued to pass the lit cig between them.

#prickcest prompts #HERE YOU ARE! MWAH MWAH MWAH!!!!#im awake and im off work #THANK YOUUUUU I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ;-;-;-;-;-;-;-

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thosetwofirefighters · 2 years

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Cake on Our Fingers

"Oh, we need a fork!" Buck says, looking around to find one so they can dig into the delicious cake, but Eddie shakes his head. He picks up one half of the cake in his hand, smirking at Buck when he shrugs and follows suit. They reach out to feed each other, ignoring the teasing and laughs from their family around them.

A fluffy lil 9-1-1 fill for Sucktember day 1: fingers

Read on AO3

#thank youuuuu suck-tember admins for this I am having so much fun!!#rated t #sucktember2022 #fluff #buddie #buddie fic #buddie fanfiction #fanfiction #prompt fill #ao3 #lgbt #911 fic #911 fanfiction #mine #my work #buck #eddie #911

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radellama · 2 days

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🎁 Do you prefer drawing fandom stuff or your own characters?

Both!! I really love drawing stuff for chrono trigger, and used to do outfit/expression memes on the ct blog on occasion. There's other fandom stuff too, ofc, but I've drawn the most for ct. BUT I also looovvveee my OCs a lot. I'm only focusing on 3 of my OCs atm, harland is an OC for ct so I can have a gay ship for my man Magus, so that's just more love for ct. My other OCs atm are Abe and Orc, they're completely original and I've been having fun trying to draw little bits of them as I try to figure out their designs and such....

🐻 Your go-to things to draw when you need comfort?

Still Harland......

Send some artist asks

#rads asks #anon #thank youuuuu #i love any opportunity to talk about my ocs i just never know what to say unless prompted LMAO

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buckys-wintersoldier · 3 months

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Late night conversations | Bucky Barnes

Pairing -> Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary -> When you go to the roof you didn’t know Bucky would be there as well. You join him and the tension between you two leads to conversation you didn’t know you would have with Bucky.

Warnings -> (T) Buckys past, a bit angsty and a lot of fluff

Wordcount -> 1.5k

A/N -> I want to thank @imtryingbuck for helping me with the oneshot and the title, for listening while I was so excited about it, I want to thank you for so much more. I really appreciate it and you and I love youuuuu.🩷

He needs fresh air; the party downstairs is too loud with the music and the partygoers; the crowd is too much for him. The looks, the judgment, and the failed attempts at whispering. Heading up to the roof, the cold air instantly calms him down.

New York is as bright as it is during the day; everyone has turned on their lights, and even when they wouldn't, Tony would probably brighten half of New York with the lights he uses for his parties.

Bucky walks a few steps until he sits down and leans his back against the wall behind him. He breathes the fresh air deeply while running his fingers through his hair and looking at the reflection of the lights in the building opposite him.

A noise interrupts his staring contest with the floor in front of him, and his blue eyes immediately find the person who made the noise. It’s you, opening the door to the roof and walking outside, not recognizing the man staring at you.

Bucky glances at you; a small smile appears on his lips when you face him and jump slightly. Your eyes meet his, and you hesitate for a moment about whether you should stay on the roof or go into your room. He notices your expression, the slight scrunch of your nose, and the way your lips are turned into an unsure smirk.

“You can sit here with me, or I can go back inside if you prefer to be here-“ you interrupt him when you shake your head and walk over to sit next to him.

“Company sounds good to me,” you say, leaning against the wall like Bucky.

He nods, turning his head back to stare into the sky, and observes the stars. Bucky likes them; they give him the peace he never had during the time with Hydra; they give him a feeling of freedom. The big sky has all those little, twinkling stars, and he sits there, isn’t scared to get caught, and has to stare at the ceiling of his little cell.

“Do you like it?” you ask quietly, looking at him while he looks at the stars.

“What?”

“Stargazing, do you like it?

Bucky nods and turns his face toward you. He waits a moment, thinking about the answer he will give you.

“It means freedom-“ he hesitates before he continues to speak. “During Hydra- it’s different to go out whenever you want and do- And when you’re able to do what you like to do.”

You listen to him, not wanting to push him with something you ask, but when you see the relief but at the same time struggle with his expression, you’re not sure if you ask too much. Maybe you should be less curious; it’s Bucky you’re talking to, and he is better known as the guy with the staring problem, who definitely doesn’t talk if he doesn’t have to. Maybe Bucky doesn’t talk much because no one asks and he just doesn’t want to be annoying?

��You don’t have to talk about it, but if you want to talk about it, you can tell me. You are not going to annoy me,” you say.

Bucky smiles but stays quiet for a moment. You’re unsure if you overstepped the bounds or not. You know he hasn’t had the chance to decide about his actions in years; he needed to do what they wanted him to do.

“It’s different not to be under the control of people anymore, but sometimes it scares me,” he says. “It’s not that I don’t like it; I really do, but when you never decide, you get used to it, and now it’s hard sometimes.”

“Do you often sit here?”

“Yes, whenever I can’t sleep. So almost every night, but whenever I hear someone I like to be in my room,” he laughs softly, and you shiver when you hear his rough but calming laugh.

“Why are you sitting here? I couldn’t sleep,” you say, making him laugh even more.

He lets his head fall back and stares up into the night sky again. Bucky didn't know that company could be that comfortable, but maybe it’s because you’re the company. It’s not someone; it’s you. The super soldier hasn’t admitted it yet, but he likes you a lot, and seeing you on the roof with him, laughing and talking without judgment, is something he really appreciates and enjoys.

“Do you want to tell me more about Hydra?” you ask as softly as possible so he won’t feel like you push him.

“What do you want to know?”

You’re surprised that he asks that question, so he lets you decide what you want to know and what you don’t want to know. A smile appears on your lips; he probably trusts you; otherwise, he wouldn’t let you ask whatever you want to know.

“What did they do when you came back from a mission?”

“They-“ Bucky sighs, looking at his hands before he looks at you. “They put me in a small, cold, and dirty room with just a toilet and a sink. There was a mattress on the floor and a lot of spiders in the corners.”

He laughs softly, and you shiver slightly at the rough but warm laugh of Bucky.

“Sometimes I collected them and put them with me on the mattress, so I didn’t feel so alone. They talked to me, or at least I imagined they did, and then I watched them walk around, and sometimes I talked to them.”

The smile that was formed on your lips immediately drops when you hear those words. The happiness inside of you fades away and leaves the empty and cold feeling of loneliness. Bucky wasn’t treated well; they left him alone with his thoughts and the fact that he can’t escape and that he has to do whatever they want him to do. He was nothing but a weapon, like a machine they can always repair, and he will do whatever they tell him to do.

Your hand reaches for his; you feel him flinch when the warmth of your hand touches his fleshy hand. Bucky is still looking at you, his blue eyes empty, but deep inside of him, you see a little glimpse of all those feelings he doesn’t dare to show someone. He slowly rubs his thumb over your hand, dropping his gaze before he looks back into your eyes.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to flinch. It’s just- Not many people touch me without the intention to hurt me; it’s not easy to trust after the years of torture and brainwashing,” he says.

"It's oke,” you say softly.

“Your skin is soft.”

You giggle and blush; he looks really fascinated by the way your skin is. Soft and warm underneath his fingertips.

“Can I- Do you want to hug me?” Bucky asks, his tone really unsure if you want to or if he just embarrasses himself.

“I want to hug you, yes.”

When you turn around, he places his hand around your waist and pulls you closer. You wrap your arms around his neck and lay your head on his shoulder. When he holds you tight against him, he inhales your scent, and you can feel him calming down in your arm. Just a moment later, you hear a quiet sob, then a wet spot on your shoulder where Bucky's head lies.

“I’m sorry,” he says, trying to hide his sobs.

“It’s oke, don’t worry. Don’t be scared to show your feelings. You’re safe, and look, I got you, Bucky,” you mumble, your hand stroking his back up and down.

He nods, pulling you closer and allowing himself to cry while you hold him. For the first time in years, he isn’t ashamed to show his feelings; he isn’t scared someone could use them against him.

After a while, Bucky pulls softly away, his eyes red, but a smile across his face. You use your thumb to wipe the tears away, and suddenly your heads are so close that you can feel his hot breath against your lips. His hands are still resting on your waist and holding you in place.

“Shall we?”

You don't answer; you just press your lips onto his and slide your hands into his hair. Bucky moves his soft, plum lips softly against yours, pulling you into his lap. When you two break the kiss, his forehead rests against yours, and he is staring into your eyes.

“Thank you. I wanted to do this for a while now. You're adorable; I'm so in love with you. I- Doll, I love you," he mumbles and blushes immediately.

“I love you too, Buck. And you should blush more often; that’s really cute.”

Bucky groans playfully before he pulls you in for another kiss, so you can't say anything that would make him blush even more. And because he just loves the feeling of your hands roaming over his body or through his hair, and he loves your soft lips on his.

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vixensbrainrotts · 6 months

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Ran fucked up

Summary: so you found out that Ran is sorta-kinda using you for information, money and material for Tenjiku and took revenge before the damage was too heavy. Come the time when Ran was supposed to display results, he has some explaining to do…

Tropes: Tenjiku! Arc

Content warnings: none really, this time around its just kinda cracky, implied intentional accidents i guess? Idk let me know if there’s anything

Vixen’s two cents: I saw that prompt and JUMPED on the opportunity cause i had a silly little idea (lets pretend im not writing this in my theory of evolution lecture right now). This is such a funny prompt to me, I hope you enjoy. Prompt taken from @the-cypress-grove - prompt 131 (thank youuuuu) Remember that my requests are open if you have any ideas!

Rindou has never seen his older brother this nervous- actually, this is the first time he’s seen him nervous, ever. The man in question was pacing (to the best of his efforts) restlessly, and it was driving Rin insane. „It‘s your fault, you know?“ Rindou quipped from where he was sitting. „And you’re not fucking helping. Izana is going to rip me apart, if i survive Kakucho that is.“ Ran mutters more to himself than to his brother.

Rolling his eyes, Rindou decides that he has to take control of the situation. „Come on Ran, its best to get it over with fast, perhaps they’ll pity you because of your… state right now.“ Rindou makes his way to the door, shrugging on a cardigan and taking the keys out of the little dish by the door. The look that Ran gives him almost ignites a little bit of pity in Rindou. Almost.

20 minutes later the two of them are standing in front of the place of meeting and Ran is sweating bullets. „Come on..“ Rindou drawled again. Offended, Ran throws him a look „You’re not the one who’s about to get mauled.“ Ran crows in slight pain, but Rindou spared no sympathy, „Your fault.“ Rindou was the first to enter the area donning the heavenly kings‘s presence. He silently greet his colleagues with a curt wave, but felt a little puzzled when he didn’t receive one in return. The confused looks on their faces were almost comedic before Rindou noticed the distinct lack of brother by his side.

Rindou heaved a sigh and half-turns to face the entrance again, gesturing to the door for the Heavenly Kings to see. „He‘s coming, don’t worry.“ He assured and trudged on towards his place.

„Sit down Haitani.“ a sharp voice pierced the air as Izana spoke. A shiver ran down Rindou‘s spine, and all of a sudden he understood his brother‘s fear: Izana was scary as such, and blatantly terrifying when disappointed. Quickly, Rindou took a seat beside Mochi. Silence reigned after that. Not a word was spoken, not a breath was taken whilst they waited for Ran to enter.

Finally the tension broke when Ran walked through the door, his head low and limping slightly. „Were ya roughed up or something?“ Shion was the first to speak. „Well..“ Ran sounded a bit defeated as his voice trailed off, remaining standing at a respectable distance. „You’re here. And late at that.“, Izana‘s voice freezes the air as he speaks, „I hope for your sake that your little project proves to be as useful as you made it sound.“ Ran tries very hard to look anywhere but the Kings, instead trying to make eye-contact with his brother, but Rindou only raises his hands slightly in surrender and shoots him a look that says you brought yourself into this mess, im not gonna help you on this one.

„Do tell Ran. How‘s your little girlfriend doing, hm? Are you treating her well? Is the good service paying off? She give you somethin‘ yet?“ Shion has the gall to poke at Ran, stacking questions on him in a singsong tone. Despite the almost joking nature of the questions, they hang heavy in the air.

„I don’t think she likes me all that much right now.“ Ran finally says.

„What makes you think that?“ Kakucho is the one to speak this time, noticing Izana's annoyance and grasping the reigns of the conversation. Whilst he sounds genuinely concerned, Kakucho‘s half-blind eye does nothing to make Ran feel more comfortable, as he visibly shrinks beneath his gaze.

„She founded out.“ Ran breaks the news in a whisper, and the air around them changes into something much more alive, and much more electric. „What.“ Kakucho‘s voice is loud in stark contrast.

„She hit me with her car.“ Ran shrinks even further into himself when the guys surrounding him laugh. „Clever Girl!“ Shion quips between heaves of laughter, bracing himself against an also-snickering-Mucho who adds „What if it was an accident?“. Ran only shakes his head, face and neck ablaze with red as he puffs himself up against the humiliation. „She looked me dead in the eye and reversed!“ Laughter bounces off the walls once again.

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irndad · 1 month

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Flower prompt request for Spencer Reid please!!!

Arbutus combined with Freesia.

And if you wanna add in something suggestive or downright filthy, there will be no complaints! (Or just a heartfelt fluff fest)

Thank youuuuu! (Will totally understand if you aren’t interested though!)

-🌕

hi!! this is sfw but here u go!! i hope you enjoy!! requests r open <3 flower prompts

Something’s wrong with her.

Not wrong, of course. Quite the opposite, really. She looks beautiful, a swipe of a purplish red on her pretty lips, a cowl neck dress wrapped around her form like a well-made glove. She’s a vision, and he adores looking at her- he doesn’t get the chance as often as tonight. While they get the chance to talk on the plane (when no one else is sleeping) or at the bar after cases, but this- this is an entire night she’s spent by his side.

He normally doesn’t like when the FBI does these galas, but they’re fundraising, and now his beautiful coworker who’s a little more than that is drinking rosé out of a thin stemmed wine glass. He adores the sight of her.

“You okay?” He hears himself say, and there’s a beat of silence before she looks up from her beverage, and smiles a false grin at him.

“Right as rain, Spencer.” She grins back at him, leaning back on the table they were standing by.

“You’re acting different,” he says, “You’ve been quiet, and you seem distant from the team. You didn’t have any of the cupcakes Penelope brought in, either.”

“I didn’t want too much sugar in the morning!”

“Now, that is a lie.” He finds himself smiling at her when he says it. Things move naturally with her, have a flow of conversation that takes no effort, only gentle enjoyment.

She really does look so pretty. This is a factual thing Spencer has noticed- a fact of her that he would be blind not to see. It’s evolutionarily advantageous to want to look at beautiful things. It doesn’t mean anything.

She sighs fondly down into her glass, her breath causing ripples in the wine.

“Can I tell you something?” She says, and it shocks him. He feels a bit like an insider, and adores the feeling of being on the inside of a secret of hers. He’d like to be someone she tells things to.

He nods, awaiting with baited breath.

“I went out with this guy who’s here tonight.

Suddenly he doesn’t feel so warm.

Except, it shouldn’t bother him- they’re not dating. She’s beautiful, all soft lines and curve, lovely blooming smiles and kind-heartedness, and he’s a pipe cleaner with eyes. It’s not a thought he’s entertained-

But still, in this moment, Spencer’s not blind to the image they’re projecting. Hanging back at a party, low lighting and hushed conversation, her in a beautiful dress and him in a rented tux- he could see how someone could mistake the two of them for- for something.

Did he want that?

“Spence?” She shakes him out of his thoughts, warm tone punctuated by her adorable head tipping to the side. Had she always been that adorable?

“Sorry, sorry,” he rambles, “You went out with an FBI agent?” His tone is incredulous. She jokingly slaps his arm, and he fills with affection.

“Don’t be mean! It was literally one date, it was before I knew how obnoxious Agent Bennet was. Believe me, he made me realize about ten minutes in.”

She tells him the story of their first and only date, and while he is sure it’s full of anecdotes that are effervescent and hilarious, all he can think about is date with her, date with her, date with her.

He’d be on time, if they went out. He’d be well-dressed, put together and polite. She’s so lovely, so kind and so sweet and it’s only now he realizes that this is something he can want.

“So you’d go out with another federal agent?” It’s clumsy and awkward of a question, but it seems the only time it would ever be appropriate to ask it.

She shrugs, smiling at him.

“If it was the right person, sure.”

“And Bennett wasn’t?”

“No, I don’t think so. I like a different type of guy, you know. Kinda nerdy."

Even despite this, when Spencer spills his coffee on Bennett's legal pad the following week, he can't drum up even a little bit of remorse.

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c-o-t-o · 3 months

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OMG omg!! i have a question-- do i need to like pay or anything??? like this is so cool oml! this is what i would really like to see, and also idk if you are fine w multiple prompts in one but here-- can i request NSFW #9, #17 and #16, in one, with denji x fem reader?? sorry if its too much to ask but ur literally such a good writer i cant help it!! thank youuuuu ong

Dinner and Dessert, Part 1

Author: c-o-t-o

Character: Denji x fem reader

CW: 18+ only, sexual content/smut, character aged up, explicit language, pain play, teasing, light bdsm (some CWs apply to other parts)

Misc: ~2.5k words, Part 1. Requested by anon (playing with you under the kotatsu, teasing, and pain play)- I got too into this request and so is going to be much longer than anticipated! Keep an eye out for part 2!

About: You and Denji start teasing each other under the kotatsu after dinner, but it begins to turn into something much more playful.

*Do not remove info or credit from posts when reblogging or sharing!*

Denji was being his rowdy self, as usual. You all managed to make it through a dinner together without Power flinging food across the room or Denji and Aki yelling at her. Denji was, however, very energetic tonight.

Aki was in and out of the living room cleaning up after dinner, while power sat off to the side on some cushions watching TV with Meowy. You and Denji were still under the kotatsu since it was so toasty and warm.

Denji lays straight back and carelessly spreads his legs out under the kotatsu, one of his legs ending up on top of yours. He puts his hands back under his head, grinning wide and sighing contentedly.

“Denji…” you say, hoping he’ll just realize he’s being obnoxious. When he doesn’t pay you any mind, you start shaking your legs to shake him off.

“Denji!” You laugh, although somewhat annoyed that he’s just taking up all this space.

“Whaaattt??” He finally responds, shaking his legs back with a devious grin on his face.

You reach under the kotatsu and try to push his leg off but he pushes back against the force of your hand. Denji makes a “ahh haa” sound to mock you, sticking his tongue out.

This back and forth goes on for a few minutes. You push him, he pushes you back. You slap his leg, and he tries to swat at you from his lying position. Eventually you both start laughing at each other. Denji sits back up and leans his head on his hand. He smiles at you with his cheeks all red. Probably from all the kicking and gyrating he was doing. He reaches under the kotatsu and pinches your leg, and you let out a playful yelp. You reach back under to do the same, pinching him on what you assume to be the top of his thigh. But instead of Denji yelling or getting annoyed, his face begins to redden more, eyes starting to avoid yours.

Confused, you pinch him again, thinking he’ll do something back to you. But this time, he just closes his eyes and exhales through his nose loudly. You lower your face to try and look him in the eyes, but Denji instead turns his face away.

‘Does he… like this? Did he do this wanting me to pinch him back?’ You wonder to yourself. It’s no secret that Denji likes the thrill of pain, but you assumed that was just when he fought. Before you can let your thoughts wander more, you feel Denji grab your hand under the kotatsu, squeezing your fingers. You look at him, his eyes still looking down at the table. With his other arm leaning on the table, his hand covers his mouth, trying to covertly hide his expression and the redness creeping in on his face. Denji puts your hand on his thigh, and you feel his hand on yours. He starts dragging his nails down your skin, making you gasp out loud.

“What happened?” Aki peeks his head out from the kitchen while he does the dishes. Hearing this, Power tilts her head around to look at you and Denji.

“N-nothing! It’s nothing, sorry.” You say with your voice cracking a bit. You glare at Denji who is still trying to cover his mouth, but smirking now. “You…”

You do the same back to Denji, teasing him just the way he did to you. Scratching his thigh didn’t get much of a reaction out of him, though. He does it back to you, but harder this time. You quickly turn to look at him, and all you can see are his eyes looking up at you pleadingly. Your heart skips a beat, understanding now that he wants you to do it harder. When you do, you see Denji’s neck cringe from pleasure. The sight of him getting turned on by you and the small hints of pain in your teasing, inadvertently starts turning you on as well.

The blanket under the tabletop is big and heavy, so nobody notices when either of you start moving around more underneath it. Denji goes back to laying flat on the floor while you lay on your side. You’ve both pulled the blanket up to your necks now, allowing both of you to reach more than just each other’s thighs.

Living with Denji, you two ended up constantly flirting with each other. As boys usually do, Denji’s way of showing it was always to tease you. When it mattered the most, he did protect you and looked out for you. But at home, when he could be his weird self, he loved to tease you. You once came close to kissing him late at night when you both started falling asleep on the couch watching a movie, leaning on each other. But nothing ever came of it, until today. Maybe Denji couldn’t take it anymore.

You gasp quietly to yourself when you feel Denji’s hand move up your arm, making its way up to your chest. He glances over at you to look for a reaction, hesitating. With just your eyes, you scan the room to make sure Aki and Power aren’t paying attention, which they aren’t. You look back at Denji, making tiny nods with your head. His eyes widen in surprise and excitement. Without wasting any more time, Denji’s hand finds its way to your breast, cupping and squeezing it gently at first. He tries to nonchalantly watch you for your reaction.

Denji’s hands are so big and warm that it honestly feels really good. Your eyes close in pleasure and you start letting out small breathy moans through your nose, trying so hard to be quiet. But suddenly, you hear Denji chuckle. It’s so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. But before you open your eyes, you feel Denji’s hand go under your shirt, pinching your nipple with his fingertips.

You grab your mouth to try keeping yourself from making too much noise, not really able to do much of anything with Aki and Power in the same room. Denji, still being Denji, starts teasing you. His fingertips start circling around your hardened nipple, pinching it randomly, trying to get you to gasp out loud. You feel yourself start getting wet. Were you also enjoying the random bits of pain? Denji somehow found a way to make it feel good and not actually hurt.

To retaliate, you lean over and run your hand up Denji’s thigh, hand resting over the crotch of his shorts. His eyes flash open at you, and all you can do is smirk at him. He pinches your nipple again in response.

Your hand knew exactly where to go, because… well frankly, Denji was already incredibly hard before you even touched him. He got that freaking hard just teasing you and feeling you up. You find the seam of his shorts, take a deep breath, and start making your way up them.

You didn’t think your first time feeling him up would be during a situation like this… but damn was it exciting. Nervous and eager to feel Denji, you finally slide your fingers underneath the fabric of his underwear. He was so hot from being so stiff that it warmed your fingers to the touch immediately. Denji was pretty big, and it somewhat takes you by surprise. You drag your fingertips across his skin from the base of him to his tip. There’s already precum pooling at the top. You laugh to yourself and drag the tip of your finger across it, using it to lubricate your fingertip as it circles the head of his cock. Denji throws his head back in pleasure, letting go of your boob. Closing your fingers around him, you start pumping your hand up and down his length, watching his eyes roll back in his head. Once you get a good rhythm going and he starts getting into it… you suddenly let go, making him go crazy from the sudden withdrawl. His knees jerk and hit the kotatsu from inside, making him yell out.

“Okay, what’s going on in there??” Aki asks annoyed, coming out from the kitchen to see what’s going on. For some reason, your immediate response is to close your eyes and pretend you fell asleep under the kotatsu when Aki comes in.

“It’s fine, just go back to your chores,” Denji retorts, trying so hard to play it off. “I just hit my knees, no big deal, it’s fine.” Aki looks down at you, then glares at Denji.

“Be quiet, she’s sleeping. And you should be, too. In fact,” Aki says, turning to look at Power as well, “We should all be going to sleep. We all have work tomorrow morning.”

“Yeah, yeah, got it. I’ll wake her up and tell her to go to bed. Just wanna finish my show.” Denji says, trying to convince Aki and Power to both leave. Which they do, because Aki takes Meowy in an effort to get Power to go back to her room and sleep.

For a few brief moments it’s completely silent. Out of nowhere, you feel something warm near your face. You open your eyes to see Denji hovering above you. He playfully grabs your chin, bringing his mouth to your ear. He licks the shell of your ear, then bites on your earlobe before whispering, “You’re really in for it now.”

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alexa-fika · 13 days

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HEY! HEY! HEYYY! IT'S MEE

Anyways today is now birthday 😍🎂 (A.k.a April 4)

Can I request a whitebeard pirates x fem child reader?

Like the reader is like nezuko from demon slayer

Let's say that reader comes with ace to find a cure

So basically ace was figthing jinbe and whitebeard arrives and then ace and whitebeard starts fighting until ace pass out but before ace can pass out reader attacks then because she's very protective of her family 🥺

Then they basically distract reader so that they can aboard ace into the ship then out of nowhere reader starts running around because the sun was rising and she has no option but to go with the whitebeard pirates

So basically everyone was suspicious because why was reader wearing a muzzle? And why does reader only comes out in the night or stays in shades?

But if anyone tries to question ace gets really defensive because he thinks they'll kill reader because she's a demon

So in the end whitebeard first found out then Marco then thatch (f u Blackbeard) then izou then everyone?

Thank youuuuu ✨✨

Demonically adorable (Whitebeard pirates x f!child!reader!)

A/N, im not gonna lie cosmo, I was totally gonna skip this one and leave it for later but I got to actually reading and looking back at when ace joined and omg the ideas just started flowing, some things are not exactly as your prompt or don’t go as in depth so I really hope you enjoyed this, because I certainly enjoyed writing it

Reader here is replaced by dokucha which stands for Reader in Japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

Dokucha's eyes widen as she runs towards Ace, trying to shake him awake, growling at the giant in front of them

“Hmm? So he has a little brat with him?”

The only response he receives is the sound of hisses and growls behind the child’s muzzle

“Back down, Dokucha, you’re no match for him…my father’s rival,” he grunts out

“I won’t lose,” he growls, beginning to stand up and ignoring the worried fussing of the child

“Heh, so you've still got some fight left, huh? Look, I'm not going to kill you today; you are far too valuable to someone to die here”, the man said, gesturing at the small child next to him

“Join me and become my son,” he says, reaching out his hand to the flame man

“Don’t screw with me, old fart,” he growls, slapping his hand away and launching himself toward the Emperor, only to be knocked back

Dokucha let out a sound close to a cry as she ran towards Ace, trying to shake him awake once again, snapping her head up at the sound of Whitebeard’s steps approaching them

She growls, standing in front of Ace, shielding him, her eyes shrinking to slits as the man continues to approach the two, her eyes glancing behind him as a blue flame approaches them

She watches as a blue flame grows closer until she is able to discern the shape of a bird landing next to the man

“Are we taking him with us?” He asks, glancing at Whitebeard

“Yes, he’s knocked out. He will be no problem, but I reckon the little one won’t go as easily.”

“I can handle her, Pops; Thatch will take care of the boy and his crew.”

“So I said, but you aren’t making this easy,” he sighs, evading another lunge from the girl

“And here I thought the other one would be the troublesome,” he spoke, catching a kick that he sent his way and pushing her back

She catches herself, gripping the ground with all fours as she immediately leaps towards him again, growling at him and showcasing the sharp canines now on full display, the muzzle long gone as her body begins to mature rapidly.

He quirks his head at that,

“That body of yours, is it the Toshi-toshi no mi?” He questions, flying out of the way to avoid her attack

She grits her teeth, looking at the airborne phoenix, preparing to jump up to meet him in the air until he suddenly flew down and trapped her between his talons

He hums, glancing at her expression, noting how the angry expression she had worn at the beginning had shifted to a worried one as she kept glancing around, presumably looking for Where they had taken Ace

“Hey,” he calls, frowning as she ignored his call as she tried to free herself

“Oi, Calm down, I'm not gonna hurt you,” he hollered, trying to settle her down

“You’re just trying to protect him, right?”

She pauses her attempts to free herself at the question

“We’re not going to hurt him; all the contrary, we want to help him,” he explained, huffing as she narrowed her eyes suspiciously

“I promise,” he said, returning his upper body to his human form as he raised his hands in a surrendering motion

“Listen, how about I take you to him? You can stay with him, and we can talk about this in the morning.”

She looks at him, nodding, as her body slowly returns to her original childish state

He kept her for a few seconds, trying to determine if she was really giving up, removing his talons when it was clear she had no more fight on her

She yawned, glancing around her to take in the room she was in; remembering the events of last night, she jumped off the bed, grabbing her umbrella, and poking her head outside of the room.

“Hey, pumkin’, I see you’re awake,” a voice pipes in

She looks towards the voice, spotting a man dressed in Chef clothes smiling back at her

She looks at him for a few moments before reaching one of her hands towards him, opening and shutting it as her other hand held the umbrella

He grins and easily picks her up

“What’s with the umbrella sweetpea?”

She points her hand up

“Hmm? The sun?”

She nods

“Are you sensitive to sunlight?”

Another nod

“Well, I’ll be damned, Marco did mention you were quite unique,” he said, looking her over, deciding not to comment on the bamboo piece between her teeth

“But just as cute, aren't ya, darlin?” He said, tickling her neck

Muffled giggles escape her at the action as she nuzzles deeper into him, trying to escape the sudden attack

They both turn at the sound of a door slamming open, looking as a disheveled Ace left the room, looking around, confused

“Looks like sleeping beauty finally woke up; how about we go say hi?

She leans the umbrella against his shoulder to free her hand as she pulls at his clothes

“Something wrong?”

She points at Ace, puts her hands together, leans her head against it in a sleeping motion, and then puts her wrists together, joining and separating her hands

“A sleeping crocodile?”

She shakes her head, repeating the motions

“Are you… are you trying to say he is snappy when he wakes up?”

She beams, nodding her head

He snickers at that

“I like you,” he said, walking closer to Ace as he threw himself against the walls of the ship, sliding all the way down and gripping his head only to snap it up at the sound of Thatch’s voice

“Hey, there; I'm Whitebeard’s fourth division commander, Thatch. I'm a good friend to have if you’re going to be joining us he said, sitting down on the railing, gingerly placing Dokucha on his lap

“Shut up!” He growls

“And give me back my sister he said, standing up and snatching the small girl from him, returning from his previous position as he hugged her

“Hahaha! She was right; you are kind of snappy when you wake up,” he teased as he continued to explain what had happened when he passed out, teasing him further when he questioned the lack of restraints on him, replying that such a thing was not needed on him.

The next few weeks were but a blur to the small girl, every day following the same pattern for a while. Every day, Ace would ask her to stay behind as he would go after Whitebeard only to be launched back repeatedly. During these times, Dokucha took to bonding with the different brothers on the ship, as they cared for her when Ace was busy with his assassination attempts.

“How many times has it been already?” Questioned Vista as he watched as once again Ace was thrown out of the Captain’s quarters

“More than a hundred”

“How could such a sweet thing be able to deal with that hothead, always madder than a wet hen, ain't that right pumkin’?” Thatch questions as he bounced the small girl on his legs, smiling at the muffled laughs that escaped her.

“Stop moving so much, Izou,” grumbled as he continued to work on the girl’s hair upon her request

“There you go,” he said, backing up with a smile

She beamed, jumping off Thatch’s lap and twirling around, showcasing her new hairdo

“Say, how come you wear that muzzle all the time?” Someone questions

“Mind your own business,” Ace grumbled, dripping wet as he passed them and snatching the small girl up as he went, who gave the men behind her a wave as she left

“I think your brother should be about done with his daily attempt. Should we get this to him?” Marco questioned the girl on his hip as his other hand held a bowl of soup, smiling as she bounced her head up and down

He chuckles at the action as he exits the kitchen and walks over to the spot where Ace laid, gently putting Dokucha and the bowl of soup next to him

A whine escaped the girl as he left, running after him as he took his leave

“Hey, what’s wrong? You can stay here with Ace. “ his actions differed from his words as he picked up the child again

“Tell me, why do they call him pops?” Ace grumbled, watching the interaction between the first mate and his sister

“Because he calls us sons, it’s just a word, but it’s nice, isn't it? Most of us are hated by everyone and don’t have families of our own, so that alone means everything to us,” he said, watching him for a moment and sighing, walking over to him and kneeling down, placing the girl next to them

“Hey, when are you going to stop this? I'm sorry to rain on your parade, but you aren’t strong enough to kill him, so you have two options: leave and start anew or stay and bear Whitebeard’s mark on your back,” he spoke

“Do try to keep your sister in mind when you make your choice, will you?

I do hope you decide to stick around; we’ve grown fond of the little miss.”

Ace found himself deep in thought; it seemed like only a day ago he had been mulling over if he would stay or if he would go; now he found himself mulling over if he should become a commander under Whitebeard or not; he glanced behind him as Dokucha ran circles between Marco and Thatch, the men struggling to keep up with her zigzagging.

He sighed as he made his final decision.

“Dokucha, come here”

So I don’t have full fledged scenarios on the reactions the crew members would react to the news but I do have already thought out how they would react so maybe I can do it in a headcannon format? 👀 Also I really tried to lean in into southern Thatch, without making it too much, what do yall think?

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