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narwhalwritesctbmto · 3 years

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Sakumo turn into a child due to accidental jutsu, Kiyo reaction, Kiyo doesn't have to be aware that child Sakumo and Adult Sakumo are the same people. (😂 unless you prefer the other way around, Kiyo is the child and Sakumo reaction)😘

My dear @yasashii-leaf - I wanted so much to write a little drabble for your ask; and I just can't seem to force it out of my brain onto paper (so to speak) BUT YOU DESERVE AN ANSWER, AND I DO HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT THIS. Also, your drawings have had a huge hand in helping force my way through the writer's block around the next ACTUAL chapter of CTBMTO. So you might actually end up being my muse 👍 so have this ranting/rambling of my thoughts on Sakumo turned child...

First, Kiyo would be made immediately aware that this child is Sakumo, because Jiraiya has carried the disgruntled child to the front door himself, Minato is there, hiding behind his mentor because- technically- this was entirely his fault and shouldn't have accepted his mentor's offer to find a "willing" test subject. Minato thought it would be Orochimaru, or Jiraiya himself- he had never expected the toad sage to spy a passing jonin (isn't that the White Fang?!), and proceed to ask a favor of a man who apparently had never said no to Jiraiya in his life. So his mentor is at least 50% at fault, actually.

So, here's the thing. You would think Sakumo got physically turned into a child, but is still Adult!Sakumo with all his memories intact inside, right? That is horribly boring, NO. This is in fact 8-year-old (I rolled a ten-sided dice) Sakumo- who would like to know WHY he is with a giant baffoon that assaulted his person by grabbing him and then refused to put him down, and WHY he isn't in Uzushio, there are too many ugly trees here it's nauseating-

Bold take from Narwhal: Kakashi, in fact, got 100% of his childhood personality from his father. Everytime we see Sakumo flounder at Kakashi's sass, is just overwhelming embarrassment that his parents and mentor had been right/possibly cursed him to have a child that would be his exact copy and he would also suffer as they had.

Now, gods help me, let's say Kakashi is in the same age range when this happens, because magic jutsu and fuck the timeline; Kiyo now has 2 smol, grumpy Hatake on her hands- because Jiraiya dropped Child!Sakumo off at home and then ran away with the vague promise that he'd fix "this"

Straight up, Child!Sakumo and Kakashi get along as well as two strange cats thrown together and locked in a box. And Kiyo is not a large person herself, so it's a goddamn STRUGGLE to physically separate the two, who are actually pretty much equal in skill level, but child!Sakumo has a leg up being slightly stockier in build and apparently experience in wrestling Shinobi-style with siblings/clansmen. Child!Sakumo has no clue who Kakashi is and doesn't believe a word these Konoha Tree-Freaks are saying- there's no WAY he lives in this stupid village-

And Kakashi, unfortunately, understands this is his father, and it's making him hesitate at the WORST times and he is LOSING and can this snarky brat REALLY be HIS father???

"Who could even STAND someone like this!?"

Kiyo chokes on her tea when Kakashi exclaims this, it may have squirted out of her nose from shock and laughter.

Kiyo, is at first, completely flabbergasted by child!Sakumo's behavior. She can't seem to connect the man she knows from the series, the man she has grown to know so well, with this perpetually frowning, snippy child. She calls for Hitomi. Hitomi laughs and seems completely unfazed by the moody child's biting words. She gives Kiyo a pat on the back and wishes her good luck, leaving to track down the toad sage and see how far along he is with unfucking this situation.

Pretty soon, though, Kiyo falls into her usual rhythm, except it's Kakashi x2, and finds it's actually pretty simple to organize the two so there's minimal damage to the house. She is EXTREMELY happy that, apparently, for all the metaphorical hissing and spitting that child!Sakumo does, if she grabs him up in a hug, his words are still just as sharp and pointy, but his physical reactions are vaguely ragdoll-y and accepting of any manhandling.

Child!Sakumo spends a majority of his time wrapped in a quilt and sitting in Kiyo's lap because she won't let him go and he never fights it.

Please, if you will, imagine a sulky smol Sakumo, bundled up in a quilt, trapped in Kiyo's lap, because her arms are around him while she knits or crochets. Kakashi can't stop himself from staring VERY INTENSELY, and every now and then Sakumo will catch his gaze and throw his chin up in challenge? defiance?

With Hitomi's nagging/hounding, Jiraiya and Minato figure out how to reverse the jutsu's effect and within 48 hours Sakumo is once again an adult and- does he have any memory of being a child? OF COURSE HE DOES.

His embarrassment is over 9000, he can't look anyone involved in the incident in the eye for a week, minimum. Hitomi and Jiraiya laugh about it constantly, teasing constantly. Kiyo's much subtler in her teasing, but also gently pats his shoulder in reassurance and comfort. Kakashi has QUESTIONS.

#narwhal answers #sakumo #hatake sakumo #Kakashi #hatake kakashi #can there be more than one #CTBMTO asks #CTBMTO #CTBMTO AU #naruto oc #I really do need to just sit down and WRITE #but it's so hard 😩#brain no good life no good

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forasecondtherewedwon · 5 years

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Spideychelle as parents?

Here it comes―the fluffnami I warned you all about on Monday. You’ve officially waited too long to seek higher ground. The fluff is coming.

Kid-Me-NotPairing: Peter x Michelle (Spideychelle), Ned x Betty (Netty Pot)Rating: T (a very smol swear)Word count: 2060

They think about moving every year, but so far they haven’t.Peter knows it’s both of them, not just him, because sometimes he catches hiswife staring at a particular facet of their apartment, and when she looks athim, he goes, “I know,” and she makes a face like it’s doubtful that he’s readher mind.

The farthest out of the city they get on a regular basis isBetty and Ned’s corner of suburbia. Peter likes the drive and his wife likesthe mature trees, but not the ‘1950s American Dream capitalist bullshit vibe,’as she calls it. She also likes the blonde-bricked houses and Peter takes hisfoot off the gas whenever they pass one so that she has longer to admire themwithout having to state her preference out loud.

A trip to the Leeds’s is a regular thing for them, thoughmore frequent once summer rolls lazily around again. Flo is five now and goesinto a streaming shrill vibration of excitement at the mention of a visit.She’s been raised to call the two Leeds kids her cousins. The drive is just farenough that it used to put her to sleep, but these days the sedative propertiesof the car ride are only powerful enough to lull her small body into a consciousdoze. She exists in this low-power mode with a hand propped under her chin anda serious expression as she gazes out the window, not really noticing theflowers in people’s gardens or the dappled light on the perfect grey curbs, andnot really caring about what she’s missed. Peter’s great delight of the driveis catching glimpses of her in the rear-view mirror.

“I brought club soda for Betty,” his wife remarks idly fromthe passenger seat. Briefly, he grins to himself, rubbing his lip with athumbnail. Her posture is so like their daughter’s and at this point, Petercan’t remember who picked it up from whom.

“That’s really nice of you,” he says. “I’m sure she’llappreciate that.”

She goes by ‘Chelle’ now, which he feels has the sort ofheart-wrenching elegance of a ballet every time he hears it. It’s so adult.Frequently, Peter forgets they are both 34.

Pulling into the driveway is the catalyst for thelast-minute divvying up of who’s carrying what out of the car and which ofFlo’s toys are to be left in the backseat so she won’t scream if the other kidsget a hold of them. (Peter has been diligently working on his daughter’sjealous phase, but prefers not to test her restraint on what will already be ahigh-energy day.)

Chelle and he forsake the formality of the front door infavour of the gate, going straight into the backyard. He and Ned built the gatethemselves and Peter gives it a fond pat on his way through. Flo has alreadyraced ahead; it’s pointless to try to carry her. When she was a toddler, therewas less kicking, but the second her feet were lowered to the ground, she tookoff like a released wind-up toy.

“Hi,” he says to Ned. “Hi,” to Betty. And they’re saying“hi” in return, and so is Chelle, and hi’s are basically flying through the airlike mosquitos.

Sure enough, there are mosquitos flying through the air aswell because Betty’s grown sensitive to the scent of the citronella candlesthey usually scatter around the outdoor living space. In his spare time,Peter’s been working on synthesizing a replacement that will repel pestswithout the distinctive odour.

Arms full of bags of hotdog buns and an entire case of clubsoda (seriously, Chelle could’ve just bought Betty a two-litre bottle. How muchdoes his wife expect her to drink?!), Peter uses his foot to close the gatebehind him, but not before Ned’s devious cat bolts.

“Ohmigodohmigod,” Ned mumbles, flustered, but Betty justtouches him on the arm and steps around him.

“PalPY!” she calls, high and clear.

Emperor Palpatine whizzes back into the yard and the crisisis over. Peter and Ned laugh to themselves, slapping each other on theshoulder. Chelle has spread her armload of offerings on the patio table andwrapped Betty into a hug like a favourite draping blanket. She’s not asqueezing kind of hugger, his wife, but the sort to relax fully into it like avertical trust fall. There are few people she hugs.

“You’re a lifesaver,” Ned declares when Peter hands over thehotdog buns.

“Man, don’t tell me…” Peter begs.

“Yep,” Betty chimes in. “He forgets to buy them every time.”

She bites into a strawberry from a fruit tray she’s justwhisked out of the house. Chelle selects a large cube of honeydew melon,furtively stuffs it into her cheek, then bends down to make their daughterlaugh with a chipmunk impression as Flo slingshots back to her parents in asudden fit of nerves. This happens when the cousins are reintroduced. Sheclings to her mother’s leg as her smile quickly springs back up―Chelle’sstroking her wavy hair.

“Peter expects it by now,” Ned asserts, indicating what hisbest friend of 20+ years has brought.

“Nah, contingency plan, dude,” Peter avows.

“MJ,” Ned says, using the name that’s never unstuck for him(in fact, he’s the only one who still uses it), “club soda? Lame.”

Chelle rolls her eyes as their daughter torpedoes away fromher, chasing her cousins to the back fence.

“It’s for your pregnant wife. Don’t be selfish.”

“He’ll appreciate it later when I’m not sprinting to thebathroom to throw up my hotdog,” Betty predicts.

“Hon, that is so freaking gross. So, who’s hungry?” Ned askswith a chuckle.

He retrieves a pair of beers from an open cooler, rocky withice cubes, and Peter follows him over to the barbecue. Betty is close behind.

“Ned,” she protests, “I can do it.”

“The smoke can’t be good for the baby.”

“The other kids turned out fine. Ned makes up new rules foreach child,” Betty informs Peter with a wry smile.

“Peter wouldn’t let me go out on the balcony when I waspregnant with Flo,” Chelle calls over from where she’s setting out cutlery.They always eat first. Many, many summer afternoons have established theirpriorities.

Peter throws up his hands, careful not to slop the drinkhe’s just opened.

“It stressed me out!”

Chelle shrugs and gives him a smug smile.

“You got used to it.”

“I had to. You started sitting out there every night whenyou were on the phone to Betty or May or your mom.”

She grins in remembered victory as Charlie hurtles intoPeter’s side.

“Hello,” says a kid with Betty’s hair and at least onemissing tooth.

“Hey, what’s up, buddy?” Peter squats and does theParker-Leeds handshake. It transcends generations now, which is pretty cool.

“Are you watching your sister?” Betty quizzes her.

“Yes,” says Charlie, three-year-old sister nowhere in hervicinity.

“Call her like you call the cat,” Ned suggests, attention onraising the lid of the barbecue to shuffle the meat around, burgers crumblingat the edges, hotdogs reluctant to lift from the grill.

“Ooh, do we think Daddy’s in trouble for that one?” Bettychecks with Charlie, who grins, swishing her neatly braided pigtails.

Their other child, Daisy, comes staggering through thegrass, hand clutched in Flo’s. Peter feels a thrill of pride, watching theirdaughter play the big sister.

“We’re going inside,” Flo announces. “Charlie has a newLego.”

“Awesome,” Peter tells Charlie, eyes lighting up. “How manypieces?”

“I might need to snag one of your club sodas,” Chelleinforms Betty. “I feel suddenly nauseous with déjà vu.”

The wives laugh hard at the expense of the nerds theymarried.

“But seriously,” Peter whispers. “How many?”

“One. Hundred. Seventy. Four,” Charlie says, enunciatingwith care to increase the impact of how impressive this is. He thinks she couldread the announcements when she gets to high school, like her mom did, butthat’s a ways off yet. The kid’s only seven.

Flo, tired of being in her father’s company yet not thecenter of his attention, falls dramatically onto his hunched back.

“Why is it called Legos.” She says it like a demand, not aquestion.

“Uh, I don’t know. Lemme look it up…”

Before he can get his phone from his pocket, the nextinquiry has left her mouth. He can see that the Lego investigation has beentemporarily derailed.

“Why is my name ‘Florence’?”

“This is her thing right now,” Chelle explains to theirfriends, shaking an open bag of pretzels in Betty’s direction. “Questioningwhat everything’s called.”

“I know this one,” Betty teases. Peter glances over hisshoulder to watch Flo’s eyes light up with curiosity. He rubs her warm forearm.“It’s because Uncle Ned and I, and your parents, went on a trip to a countrynamed Italy and, while we were there, they realized that they loved each other.Then,” she goes on (Peter can tell by his daughter’s face that she isenthralled), “your mom and dad went back there when they were grown up and theywere in a city called Florence when they decided to get married.”

“Because he asked her to?” Flo clarifies.

“That’s right,” Betty praises.

“Barely managed it,” Ned critiques under his breath.

“Thanks, pal,” Peter snarks back.

His best friend glances down at him and they share a grin,then Ned reaches out for Betty’s hand and reels her in to kiss her cheek.They’re romantics, both of them. Betty probably remembers the moment ofengagement better than either Peter or Chelle, and she wasn’t even there.

“Why is Mommy’s name ‘Chelle’?” Flo wonders.

Peter straightens up to grab a pretzel. He sets his beer onthe fold-out ledge of the barbecue, then picks up Daisy, who is looking forlorn,so far below the tall people.

“Michelle,” Chellereminds her. “That’s because Grandma watched too much Full House while she was waiting for me.”

“Where were you?” Charlie asks, confused.

“Still in her belly,” his wife explains. She points atBetty’s rounded stomach. “Like your brother.”

“Wha’ ‘bow you, Da’?” Flo asks, wandering back from thetable as she chomps a carrot stick smothered in probably too much ranchdressing.

Peter sticks his tongue out at Daisy to make her gigglebefore turning to his daughter with a confused frown.

“What about me?”

“Why is your name ‘Spider-Man’?”

Chelle howls with laughter while Peter attempts to handlethe situation. Ned and Betty have both known his secret for years (there areonly so many excuses he can give Betty for needing to abruptly leave theirhouse on foot with a ragged backpack), but Flo doesn’t really get thedifference between saying it in front of them and saying it to literally anyoneelse.

“Are we supposed to talk about that?” he tests her.

“No. I’ll only tell Charlie.” Quickly, she bounces to hercousin’s side and, over Charlie’s giggling, Peter hears Flo’s high voicesaying, “My dad’s Spider-Man.”

“That’s definitely talking about it,” he says.

“Ok,” she is quick to agree with a mischievous smile, “I’llonly tell Palpy.”

Flo darts off after the cat, who has decided on a franticrun across the yard. Charlie helpfully tries to copy her mother’s method ofcalling the cat, but Emperor Palpatine is not convinced by the imitation.

Peter spins Daisy around once before letting the toddlerinto the fray as well.

“She’s so much like you,” Betty observes to Chelle, watchingFlo track the cat with determination. “Brave, unstoppable.”

Ned snorts.

“Nah, she’s like Peter.”

“Watch it,” Peter warns jokingly, picking up his beer.

“I was gonna say because she has so much energy, dude, duh.”

“Well, that’s true,” Chelle says, walking to Peter andpropping her elbow on his shoulder. He holds her around the waist, longing tocradle her closer than social norms permit. “I don’t know what we’re going todo with two of them.”

For a moment, there is no sound but the sizzling hotdogs(Ned’s probably burning them―Betty is the true grill-master of the Leedsfamily) and the shouts of three little girls. Then, Betty’s delighted gasp andNed’s pure shriek of joy.

Peter’s beer sweats in his hand. He has never been happier.

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tragichcney-blog · 6 years

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hi, everyone ! i’m lucy and i lit haven’t been in a rp in forEVER so bare with me whilst i get into the swing of things again ! anyway, let me introduce my smol baby girl for a hot minute and i’m probably gonna do her a lil pinterest page too to really get a good feel for her !

( halston sage, cisfemale, she/her) ↷ hey, that’s SOFIA ANDREWS who’s originally from NEWCASTLE, ENGLAND. i heard they’re TWENTY THREE and have been working on the ship as a PERSONAL TRAINER AT BARRACUDA for TWO YEARS. other passengers seem to say they’re BLUNT and IMPULSIVE, but are also known to be THOUGHTFUL and HONEST. when they’re missing home, i heard HER MOTHER'S WEDDING RING can always cheer them up. ↷ ( lucy, she/her, 22, gmt. )

sofia was twelve when her parent’s divorced and her father left their family home to start a new life. she used to think her family was perfect and nothing could ever go wrong, but she quickly learned that nothing is ever as it seems. things may look perfect from the outside, but being inside of a relationship or a family can be so very different.

she’s sixteen by the time her mother remarries and brings a new child into the world. she hasn’t heard from her father since the day he left and she can barely even remember what his voice sounds like anymore. the days of watching old home videos is long gone and she can’t help but wish for something more. something better than the life she leads.

her first boyfriend at the age of seventeen and he’s the most perfect guy in the world. to everybody else. this is where sofia really finds out how imperfect things can be on the inside. the first time he shouts at her and her heart races, fingers trembling as she chokes back tears and apologises for something she didn’t even do. by now, she has two younger sisters and a brother on the way. her mother tells her what a good role model she is for her siblings, how smart she is and how beautiful and caring she can be. it’s what attracted jonathan to her and she can’t help but feel bitter for her looks and her brains.

by nineteen, jonathan is still a huge part of her life, though her step-father has begun to notice the looks and the marks sofia has desperately tried to hide. she’s helping her mother in the kitchen and helping contain the children as they tire themselves out after dinner when she hears the voices raise and she feels like she’s drowning. the words ‘abuse’ and ‘scumbag’ ring clear and true in her mind and she can’t bring herself to move. her mother stays by her side, true in the belief that her husband can fix this and make everything better for her.

days later, she visits her step-father in hospital, the bruises big and dark along his tanned skin. she knows that jonathan looks a lot worse, but he’s the last thing on her mind now. the best father she had ever known had near enough gotten himself killed for her. and it’s then that she knows not all men will let her down. she’s still not their biggest fan and could do without them, but she at least has proof that there is good in people.

days before her twentieth birthday, she receives the confirmation of her employment on the seascape horizon. her mother is less than impressed, so desperately wants her to use her brains for better things, take herself to university and do a degree. but training had been the only thing that had pulled her through all the rough times and she wants to do something with that. she wants to see the world and meet new people. and her mother reluctantly agrees, her siblings hugging her and clinging to her and begging her to take them with her.

the newest chapter of her life begins the moment she steps foot on the seascape horizon and it must be for the better. it must be better than every other chapter she has been through thus far. two years have passed and sofia genuinely could not be happier. she enjoys her job, she enjoys the company, she enjoys the passengers. there is nothing she does not enjoy about her time at sea. she is happy and content and a video call to her mother twice a week is enough to keep them satisfied long enough for them to discuss being able to see one another.

idk what this is but this is my tiny daughter sofia and i love her. she is soft and smol and precious. but will also fight anyone that tries to hurt her. she has grown and i love her very much. i would loveeeeee to plot some stuff out with people so ??? let me know if anyone is interested in that. plus my discord is hcneywcnder#4154 if anyone uses that and wants to discuss anything over there !

#hz.intro #re: introduction to sofia.

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