#HE'D LEARN ALL THEIR LANGUAGES!

[prophecyofgray]

i know i say this like every time i consume a new media but guys. guyyys. in other lands is somethign that can be soooo the underland chronicles

#somethgn something child soldiers smth smth elliots desperation for peace and gregors defiance of his role as the warrior #somethign something making an almost impossible choice between two worlds #somethign something uh. elliot would have a blast in the underland. Not with like the constant war and violence #he'd love to write them some treaties and sort their shit out ofc. but mainly he'd want to meet every creature ever #HE'D LEARN ALL THEIR LANGUAGES! #him and hazard would have a blast with that #luxa and serene would be the coolest friends in the whole world #sorry this started out with me comparing narrative devices and themes but now im just pairing characters off together. but like. #what a CROSSOVER it would be. sorry i know i know im crazy #actually luxa and luke would get along well i think. idk. im jsut saying things now #goodnight #the underland chronicles #in other lands #i love making niche posts <3 #audie talks #audie reads

[piratefishmama]

Someone mentioned Steve having wings and hiding them and I know that wouldn’t work BUT what if Steve was born with wings and the Harrington’s had them cut off when he was a baby, so Steve learns a lot about it and is obviously in love with Eddie and he takes care of Eddie’s wings and it’s like,, therapeutic for him since he’ll never be able to take care of his own

that would be barbaric and honestly i think he'd be taken away from his parents the second someone sees him without a shirt, to cut a persons wings off would probably eventually drive them insane, as they'd have the flight instinct but be unable to do it.

would be like a bird constantly trapped in a cage. a bird has to be given the option for free flight or they go nuts.

an tbh, i think the Harringtons would THRIVE on the prestige that'd come from their child having wings, it's not a bad thing to have them, kids are just. mean. when something is uncommon and different to their norm, but the Harringtons, if he did have wings? He'd have THEE MOST BEAUTIFUL of wings, a soft white dusted with golden brown, the most beautiful in the entirety of Hawkins, and Eddie would probably call him a pampered poofball, all the while quietly jealous cause why cant his wings be that pretty?

#pirateanswers #steddie #wing fic #i know we all like a bit of angst but #nawh i like Steve intentionally looking things up for Eddie #going out of his way to learn #not for himself but for /Eddie/ #cause thats totally selfless and very much something he'd probably do as an 'acts of service' love language haver

[backpackingspace]

okay obviously hau cheng is like prime character to be covered in tattoos but have we considered xie lian with tattoos??? Because I cannot stop thinking about it

#heaven official's blessing #Tgcf #Hua cheng #Xie lian #Tattoos #Hua cheng obviously has his xie lian tattoo but #I think that's it just the one #Or alternatively xie lians name in every language of where he's looked for his god #Xie lian though post Canon who has never been able to keep any scar ever who's body looks exactly like it did at 17 #Xie lian who's never had proof of all he's suffered except for his memories #Xie lian who's never felt safer than when he's surrounded by hua cheng xie lian who loves his husband's art #Asks for a tattoo asks his San Lang to do it #And it takes time to make ink that'll stay but if hua cheng has to invent new ink for his husband's happiness than it's easy #And once xie lian has one? He loves it he never wants to stop his body quickly fills with his husband's ink #Idk what tattoos xie lian has but maybe some sort of tribal band around his neck? Or a band of butterflies 👀 #A Phoenix? A dragon? All the moments he met San Lang? #Ohhh a big one over his back of a child falling and then the child growing and catching him #The flowers hua cheng use to give him around his ankle #A series down his thigh that use to be his mother's favorites #I think Feng xin would hate it at first until xie lian explained and then he'd just be sad about it #Mu Qing is.....complicated like always #Lang qiunqui....is NOT curious he doesn't want one he isn't dying to know if xie lian has one of his time as his teacher or not #Eventually he asks xie lian if hua cheng will give him one as well and the answer is of course no but maybe.... #....xie lian learns how to give tattoos 👀 the idea is surprisingly popular with the gods

[sysig]

Just take things at your own pace, there’s no need to rush (Patreon)

#Doodles #SCII #Helix #ZEX #Dexter Favin #Mostly spacefillers but I like them <3 Continuation! #Following up on the Dex and ZEX kiss and then Dex runs away scenario lol - one of those rare times that Dex hopes he drops it #He's not dropping it! Time to talk about this! Goes about it too excitedly and overstimulates him poor thing <3 #Don't turn his head suddenly! Don't shout! Don't expect him to remember all at once! Goodness me #One step forward two steps back #The middle one lol I was thinking about tools that might help ZEX feel more comfortable engaging with the world around him #I was thinking he'd enjoy an iPad or similar device - though Helix was published before the first iPad came out! :0 Hmm hmm #But anyway - that he'd enjoy a touch screen and getting to use one with his hands :) Either playing tactical games or just looking up facts #Gets one of those 3D solar system model apps and zooms in and out - very distressed when it doesn't go farther than Pluto :( #I've also been thinking about ZEX's ability to read I keep going back and forth on it I can't decide ahhh #He loves humans but would he have studied English specifically?? It's pretty different from VUK ZIX #Does the Captain speak English? Have any of the human languages survived in the same form that we currently speak??? #But he's also incredibly intelligent and interested in humans - weeb equivalence of learning Japanese to read untranslated manga lol #I can't deciiiidee urrggghhh #The rest are age comparisons haha #Dexter was probably at least of legal employment age when he started working for the Vyers when Max was 16 if I remember right? #Unless Dex was one of those family-employment situations of like - when rich people have caretakers that are close to their child's age? #Is that still a thing lol hired playmates #And then ''At least 10 years younger'' might be a slightly high estimate lol but ZEX is definitely older than DAX #Odd to be put in such a young body! Oddly feels more out of shape than his VUX body (lol) #With how much he's gone through even without literally being older he's definitely ages years in such a short time #Especially to be younger than his DAX-equivalent that'd have to feel weird #Has difficulty saying ''me'' when referring to the body he's in :( #Just one more oddity of this human experience

[jayswing101]

I just got back from spending time in Nawash for some training with work, and there was a lot of special moments that I can't share or don't feel ready to talk about, but there's one from the first day we got there that I do really want to share

That first night, we were all gathered around the fire, just kinda taking the time to relax and get to know each other bc we all work remotely and this is the first time we're meeting in person. While we're at the fire, a family from toronto comes over and asks if they can join us bc their 3-year-old wants to watch the fire

The parents are bilingual and speak both english and mandarin, but the little boy only speaks mandarin, and his parents said he'd been lonely while they were on holiday bc none of the other kids could speak mandarin and they didn't want to play with him bc of the language barrier. At this point, the little boy is standing near me, throwing small sticks he's finding on the ground into the fire, and I'm like. What the heck. I know a tiny bit of mandarin, maybe i can interact with him a bit, give him one moment of friendship at least

Me: *pointing at his really cool dinosaur hat* 你的帽子好看啊！

Him: 🥺😄😁 谢谢！你看看！这是我宝贝！你看看，你看看！

He comes right over and sits on the log beside mine and shows me his little orange ball. And then he puts it on the log in front of him and starts pushing the ball off the log onto the ground

The first few times, I just pick the ball up, give it back to him, and then he pushes it off again, but eventually I change it up a bit. When he pushes the ball off, I pretend like I can't find it

Me: 宝贝在哪儿？

Him: *giggling* 在这儿！

I "find" the ball and give it back, then he pushes it off again

Me: 在哪儿？

Him: 在这儿，在这儿！

We played that for a solid hour, and he kept giggling and laughing the whole time, and his parents both looked so happy that he was finally having fun on their trip. And it's just. That's the whole point of languages right? To talk to people, make new friends, build connections. Make a lonely little boy laugh as he points at his very visible orange ball and tells you "it's right there!!"

There's a lot of (lowkey condescending) people that ask me why I "bother" learning languages they see as useless or too difficult, and that's exactly why I love doing it. Bc you never know when the tiny bit of mandarin you know will make a kid laugh, or when your "useless" irish will make an old lady smile bc she misses home, or when the bits of ukrainian you picked up 5 years ago will help a refugee family find the foodbank. Language is at the heart of every culture and every community, and it's never a waste of time to learn a new one. The more languages you learn, the more people you can talk to, the more connections you can build and smiles you can share

Anyways thanks for coming to lecture, pls grab a new language on your way out so you too can make a smol child laugh

#it was actually so cute how excited he was just to push the ball off and have me ask 'where is it?' just so he could go 'it's there!' #we did both go rogue a couple times and hide the ball in our hands instead of pushing it off/picking it up #in that case the person holding the ball would ask 在哪儿？and the other would point at a hand and say 在这儿！ #if it was in that hand we'd go back to pushing it off/picking it up #but if it wasn't in that hand the ball hider would open their empty hand again and say 没有 and hide the ball again #the little boy laughed and laughed the whole time and his mom took a bunch of photos bc it was the first time he'd smiled that whole trip #and like. ive felt stupid and silly for learning chinese and mandarin before but it's all worth it for the joy it brought that kid #even that time i failed at reciting my speech and made a fool of myself in front of the ambassador of china #even that's worth it for how it helped make that interaction possible #languages #story time #jay jabbers

[1o1percentmilk]

i actually think hatori is more of an electrical/hardware engineer than an informatics/information technology/software engineering person

#from the fanbook - he says he has the ability to ''flip switches he isn't supposed to'' #in other words - 1s and 0s and currents #off and on #i think at the very granular level that's the mechanics of hatori's power #and i mean this is applicable to computer science and IT - but not that much #the electrical and hardware manipulation is VERY abstracted away into programming languages #and im of the opinion that hatori... doesn't know how to program computers #also when we see him demonstrate his abilities they are either hacking drones and helicopters that are likely programmed in lower- #-level languages and place a larger emphasis on electrical engineering #or hacking radio waves which i mean that's still some sort of off-on thing #the software engineering route of changing ports n permissions n stuff is.. i think not hatori's thing #but who knows... i really like hatori infosec interpretations... its just that i also think in canon he's an electrical engineer type guy #(not shitting on electrical engineers - infact i think they do better stuff than me - the loser infosec guy who can't do physics #to save his life) #my post canon hc for him is that he cleans up and goes to post-secondary school and finally learns the theory behind all of the stuff #-he CAN do #i think he'd unlock a lot of potential that way #but what do i know i am just speculating on the mechanics of psychic powers #milk (normal) #hatori tag #ah this is just me rambling i wanted to get the thought out

[eliza-makepeace]

funny when, in inheritance, there’s a moment when saphira tries to help eragon by lending him her power, and he says she can’t help him because it’s “his mountain to climb”. she tries to argue but he replies with “besides, if i were flying, it would be on borrowed wings, and i would gain nothing by it other than the cheap thrill of an unearned victory”

i totally agree with the sentiment and i’d think it’s great of him to say so, if it wasn’t for the fact that that’s exactly what the blood oath celebration has done for him. i understand that, narratively speaking, the main reason for making eragon into an elf is because, otherwise, it would’ve been insanely hard for him to acquire the abilities necessary to defeat galbatorix, but i sitll think it’s a very cheap way of making him get the upper hand, or, if not that, a chance to win. i mean, in the end, paolini makes his own villain so impossible to defeat that he needs to fundamentally alter his main character in order to allow the story’s climax to take place. 

and then the fact that having eragon say this now makes him into a bit of a hypocrite. like, he has such a problem with saphira helping him now, “because it just wouldn’t be an earned victory” but he didn’t seem to mind when the elves made him look like them and have their abilities, even though he obviously hadn’t worked to achieve them by himself in the first place. i’m the first one that finds the whole “eragon gets a few months of learning x and suddenly he’s really good at it” a bit annoying, but i’d rather have that than him being an elf for all intents and purposes.

#like. the books try oh so hard to make eragon seem like murtagh's swordfighting equal #or at least very close to his talent #i can accept it after eragon has trained with the elves but before? #murtagh was raised as a warlord. tornac was the best swordsman in the empire. he'd been teaching murtagh since he was a kid #that can't be comparable to brom teaching eragon for a few months #regardless of how talented eragon is. it's just not really all that plausible #BUT i'd rather keep this idea that eragon is just intrinsically good at things #like sworfighting. reading. learning the ancient language. suddenly he's well-versed in inner turnings of politics #to have him turn into the biggest deus ex machina of all time #because there's no other way to call his turning into an elf #fes reads inheritance #you can tell i have a big issue with the blood oath celebration lmao #it's just that i hate it :) #i think it was a mistake for a varied number of reasons #and tbh i think the elves get away with too much in terms of the story and the narrative

[jaeyooniverse]

230925 Dawon Fancafe Update - "Native Country Class"

I'm reminded of the Miracle of Istanbul. Son(Heungmin) North London Multi-goal celebration meme(.gif) *

Yes Hello! I've come to you as a reviewer after a while!

First, as we had a layover in Turkey, I tried Kaymak which was on my bucket list!

Well if I missed this opportunity, I don't think I would be able to try for another 2~3 years, so I tried really hard to find itㅎㅎ(Funny but not funny)

First! The first place didn't sell kaymak separately, but on top of a local dessert. So it's not the style I wanted but I tried to buy it just to taste it. But, I couldn't pay by card so I wasn't able to eat it. The second place I found is!!

I didn't take this picture

This place! This place is like a buffet, where you can grab the food you want and pay for it, so you can try it!

Getting to the point, I'll show you the pictures first

Yes I took this picture myself

You can try it like this. The bread at the top is Simit which is a Turkish staple you can try. It was chewy and delicious. And the honey is just standard honey(The scent can vary by region or type so I was anticipating a special scent but that wasnt the case!) And, finally, kaymak!! Firstly, the biggest difference between Korea was the texture and mouthfeel.

I could say it breaks down and melts in your mouth without feeling artificial? First I don't know if there is cream or starch added like in Korea but in my opinion it still feels a bit more natural! The bubbly surface was also similar to the local kaymak I saw(bc it's local;)

Bubbles and detailed surface (soz for repeated edits) last lastlast real last *

And I understand why simit and kaymak are the best combination,

The bread isn't too moist? But when kaymak and honey meet, you could say that moisture fills up the less moist grains with creamy milk and honey's gooeyness? Anyway, these are some charming guys!

I've found if I go on a food trip once in my life, I want to come to this country again! Anyway, be happy today too, and think of me just 13 times. Thank you, yes

I think I need to become more familiar with Ayran

*may contain inaccuracies:^)

#sf9 #dawon #dwn.log #'funny but not funny' no it's not funny at all...stop reminding me that youre leaving me soon 😭😭😭😭😭 #anyway i put asterisks in only a few places but it was a struggle doing this whole post LMAO #but it was fun that's why i do it 🥰 we love language learning 🥰🥰 #if it wasn't 4am maybe i would've taken notes too but um... good night lmao #anyway i love dawon and reading his thoughts and how his brain works and how he talks abt food #and how excited he was to try kaymak like once i saw they had a stopover in turkey i immediately knew he'd wan #get some im happy he did!! #anyway idk if anyone cares. i posted this for myself but you guys can look too i guess 🙄😂

[nordic-language-love]

talked to one of my colleagues and he said he's lived in 20 different countries and spent most of his life in the uae although he's originally from an english-speaking country. so i asked him if he spoke any other languages. and he seriously fucking said "no, everyone just speaks english anyway" :|

#i mean i get not learning the language of every single country you've lived in to fluency if you move around a lot but wow #i figured if he'd spent most of his life in the uae he'd maybe know a bit of arabic?? but apparently not #he's been in japan a year and he's so proud of the fact he just gets out a phrase book and points to what he wants to say :| #he's also literally the whiniest person i've ever met #everything is a problem and he's always the hard-done-by victim #he truly is the anti-me honestly #i don't even know what he likes bc he never talks about what he likes he just spends all his time complaining #asides from ww2 history and i only know that bc someone got him a book for his birthday

[k0kichiimagines]

sometimes i think how cute it would be to teach saeran phrases and petnames in ur language/s just so you could call him them and use them on him and he'd know what you mean

but u just know he'd uni reverse it and pull out a whole essay of love for you in ur native tongue just to watch you smile and your eyes light up

#personally im always mentally calling him habibi #i grew up speaking both english and arabic i communicate best in a mix of both #but something about pet names in arabic just 💞💞💞💞 #om he'd love hayati (my life) i think 🥺 #im jist rambling here #there are so many i would use #maybe its growing up as an immigrant but sharing my culture is like a love language to me #id tell him all these cute names in arabic and id also learn so many in korean 4 him #🍓... saeran

[steakout-05]

long ass post about barry being a silent protagonist

going to dump this idea here but i really like the idea of Barry being a mute protagonist character. dont get me wrong i love the guy's voice i never want him to shut up but. hear me out.

i'm really diggin the idea of him being silent because when i was a little scrimblo playing JJ on an old ass Samsung tablet that still has the shiny reflective icons and probably hasn't gotten an update in 8 years, i hadn't seen any of the animated shorts, the rock operas, none of that. possibly the trailer, but i don't think so. Barry never talks ingame so i just kinda assumed that he's just a silent character (he also doesn't talk in the trailer but as i mentioned i dunno if i watched that)! also for some reason not knowing his backstory made me more attached to him being mute..? i dunno, i guess the simplicity of knowing him as a silent character who just flies around on a jetpack for shits and giggles and not because he was a struggling salesman is kinda charming to me.

i like to think of mute Barry as being a little more gentle! yeah he's still a tough badass who shoots scientists with his jetpack and blasts monsters in the face with a shotgun but he's a badass in a "lets go shoot zombies and then eat ice cream after :)" kind of way (but he obviously doesn't say that because, y'know, he's mute). he likes his downtime, he's a good listener and he's a little more intelligent and aware of his surroundings. he's kinda the Barry i grew up with in my head y'know? i think i'll make him a kind of AU counterpart or somethin'. shoutout to mute Barry, love this Barry!!

also the JJ logo/icon with him grinning whilst flying on the jetpack has like... autism vibes?? it's hard to explain but as an autistic guy myself i think my radar's going off. he just has neurodivergent vibes it's awesome :D

tl;dr, i always kinda thought of Barry as being mute as a kid since i had never heard him speak before, so in my head that was the Barry i subconsciously grew up with and he's pretty swell :)

#oops! all text #but seriously though i really like the idea of mute barry #he's like a gentle giant type guy who will also kill you #its hard to explain #i really like him he's just so.... i dunno #infatuating? #probably infatuating #he learns sign language with craig #they have a conversation and another scientist watches them from the distance #they think ''man i wonder what they're talking about they look so engaged'' #and Barry's just signing ''so i'm sitting there barbeque sauce on my titties'' #or something obscene and vulgar #he'd do that

[vitiateoriginator]

Everyone on my dash seems to adopting kittens or finding them. I hope I get to join them in the next couple of months, my datemate and I want to get a kitten so Klaus can finally have a playmate. But we have to wait til we move, which will be soon

#mummas doesn't play with klaus. I p sure she hates him #they don't fight but he chases her around a lot n she avoud him and/or growls at him #on rare occasions they sleep butt to butt tho #but I think a kitten would be good for klaus. he'd finally have someone to match his energy #n someone who could learn to speak his language #cause I don't think klaus speaks cat very well he never understood when callie or mummas wanted space or to play #I blame it on him kiving with a dog as a kit. his sisters were qdopted out when they were all 1 month old #so klaus only had the family dog and his mom to play with. but when his sisters were gine his mom started ignoring him more #until we adopted him 2 months later #so if we get a kitten maybe they'll learn to understand klaus and the way he communicates #my datemate and I want an orange kitten. because they're usually pretty airheaded and we love dumb cats #we're gonna give them a silly food name #sam's rants about life

[asjjohnson]

I was numbly scrolling through job listings and happened across the kindest-sounding job page I've ever seen. Saying there was no requirements at all (besides being happy or something), that they'll walk you through everything and train you. And that they're happy to hire anyone, no matter how young or old, whether it's your first job or you want a little extra money on the side or you're retired and want something to do.

The feel of the wording was like, "Aww poor baby—here, have a blanket and a hot chocolate and I'll make everything better." While the job listings I usually see are like, "Working nights, weekends, and holidays are required. And if you don't know these five obscure things by heart and have eight years of experience, don't even bother applying."

And the place is close enough that I should be able to get there easily on rollerblades (if I can finally get use to the pair I bought awhile ago).

...But then I'd mentioned to my dad that I might apply for a job, and he reminded me that I hadn't wanted to be tied up during the day of the eclipse, and suggested I wait to see if it's still available after that.

...And then I checked my desk calendar and saw several other days I need to be free for scattered throughout the next two months.

...I'm beginning to think I'm just not cut out for working.

#asj just being silly #I forget if I'd posted about the time I applied for a barista job or if that was before joining tumblr. #The only thing I could think to put on the application was that I lived around the corner so I could come any time. #I assumed I wouldn't be called. So the belated call for an interview took me by complete surprise. #And I got there a few minutes early as is proper and was told to just sit at any table and wait. #And he was so late and I had no idea what he looked like and then someone walked in the front door and asked me if I was someone else #and I didn't know if that was him or someone on a blind date or what. But then he got my name right but I was already panicking by then #And he was yawning because the employee I'd talked to called him and woke him up. ...And I felt so inadequate talking to him. #I think the main reason I didn't get that job was because I was very noticeably nervous. #I couldn't bring myself to smile naturally or sound happy after sitting there so long. He'd mentioned that. And also my age. #...But it was also the only time I've ever gotten to the interview stage so it was a step in the right direction? #There was the time I applied for an easy sounding job at the library that had perfect hours. #Days after putting in the application the Coronavirus reached my area and the library tossed all applications & shut down (for some time). #There was the time I thought about applying for a nice job at a weather station. Nice hours. ...alright drive. & I'd had 2 related classes. #I took too long thinking about it & trying to make my short resume look desirable. The listing disappeared before I submitted it. #I don't think I've ever made it past looking at the listing page for any web developer job. #I keep telling myself I'll read up on new practices and learn all these languages I hadn't learned. But I always lose motivation quickly. #I wish I took the two electronics classes I'd thought about in college. I was afraid of being the only girl. #...And I've always been nervous around walls. #But there's always work for electricians! And I really like playing with resisters and building circuits. ...Only time I got to was in HS. #And if nothing else I could finish the job the electricians left half done at my house years ago. They wouldn't return any of my calls.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

I love a good florist Steve, but what I love even more is a good but naturally bitchy florist Steve.

He'd have his own flower shop and years of dating experience behind his belt. He is not just a good boyfriend, he is THE good boyfriend. Going to his shop isn't just to buy a bouquet of flowers, oh no. It's a whole relationship coaching thing, he teaches husbands to do better, gives courage to teenagers asking their crushes out, gives advice regarding flower language to elderly ladies who just want to be slightly passive-aggressive...you know, the normal thing.

He has a catalogue with flower pictures to help people who have no idea what the flowers are called, they just know they were orange and didn't easily wilt.

He shows a local teenager the cheaper but still fancy options and throws in a bunch of free flowers that aren't really up to his standards. "Okay, you say she likes pink flowers. Does she like things to be a bit more decorated or does she prefer simplicity? You don't know? Okay, can you describe what she normally wears? No, I'm not being creepy, but you can sometimes tell the person's preferences from their clothes. Now answer or leave dateless."

He chats with the elderly ladies of Hawkins when they ask for a flower to gift to their fellow church ladies when they host their meetings. He cackles when he hears some of their orders. "Oh wow, Ethel, a yellow hyacinth? Would you like a gift card with that, something like sorry you're such a jealous hag? No? Of course I know the meaning, it's my job."

"Are you expeting her to say yes to the date with that atrocity on your face? Yes, I know it's a moustache. But it's also an atrocity. Shave it and thank me later. Now, would you like a ribbon for that bouquet?"

And most of all, he grills the unlucky conservative men in Hawkins who come to him for flowers for their wives without any idea what they like. "I see, so you want something pretty. What does your wife like? Flowers? Well, that's not specific. What kind of dresses does she wear? Expensive? Can you tell me anything about your wife's personality? ...nagging. No, I can't just mix something together, unlike you, I take pride in gift giving. Okay. I don't think this is a shop for you. Yes, that's what I'm saying, I won't play a part in your wife's disappointment. Oh sure, go take your money elsewhere, but I can give you this advice for free - you married a unique human being, so treat her like one. And if you really want a happy marriage - maybe come back when you learn something about her as a person. No need for that language, have a good day, sir."

For those that are more receptive, he goes through their partners' personalities and hobbies, suggesting date options and absolutely roasting the bad ones. "A football match. When your girlfriend hates sports. I don't care if it's your boys playing, you can try telling her that this is important to you and you'll take her out another time, but if you try to pass this as a date, you'll be single before you say "sorry". A date is for you as a pair, not for you only."

But the best thing his shop brings him is Eddie Munson, who sneaks in, absolutely ready to be roasted, and asks for a bouquet of bright colorful flowers for his best friend Chrissy. "She just got divorced from her asshole husband and I want to show her that she can have nice things. Platonically. But she deserves so much more. Uh...she really loves warm colors, so maybe yellows and oranges? What are they called...gerberas! She likes gerberas! And she likes things to be a bit messy and imperfect, so maybe some leaves there as well? A green ribbon would be nice."

And Steve just beams at him as he gets to work and says "Oh wow. Whoever your partner is, they are so lucky if you remember all of these things even for your friends. Makes a guy jealous."

Eddie just wiggles his eyebrows at Steve and mutters, "that position's sadly open. Has been for a while. Interested?" and he almost faints against the counter when Steve turns around.

Eddie is ready to run.

But Steve just fluffs his hair, reapplies his lipgloss and asks: "Where do I apply?"

#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #steddie drabble #steddie au #florist steve harrington

[libraryofgage]

Good Vibrations Part One

Hello, it's me, back at it again with another Steddie AU.

Anyway, if I were tagging this AU, these would be the most important ones: Deaf Steve Harrington; Tooth-rotting Fluff; Getting Together

If you wanna be tagged in future parts, just let me know!

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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Steve has blown through three pairs of hearing aids in the past year. The first pair had lasted a few years and needed replacement because of normal wear and tear. The second pair was sacrificed during that fight with Jonathan. He hadn't been wearing them, but they'd been in Steve's pocket, and he'd landed at just the right angle to feel them shatter. The third pair was taken by the Russians because, despite Robin's shouting and cursing at them for being dumbasses (and this was before she actually knew what they were for), they accused him of recording their kidnapping and torture.

Honestly, he wouldn't recommend fighting Russians and Billy and Mind Flayers and driving while nearly totally deaf.

The funniest part of it all, though, is that Steve doesn't even use hearing aids regularly. He normally only wears them at home. The pair lost to Jonathan were present because, well, that whole day had been a lot for Steve, and he needed the comfort of knowing he could stop reading lips the moment it became too exhausting for him. The pair lost to the Russians was because he'd been getting ready to tell Robin about being deaf. She'd already clocked the weird things he does (well, weird to her, normal to Steve), and he figured letting her in on the big secret would bring them a little closer.

Of course, that didn't go the way he expected. Robin thought he was confessing love and decided to beat him to the punch. That's how he learned Robin is a lesbian, and Steve couldn't let her be the only one admitting to something like that, so he told her about being bi and his long-standing, hopeless crush. And being deaf. But the bi with a crush thing seemed more important in the moment. She took it in stride, it brought them closer, and then Robin asked if Steve could teach her sign language.

Which meant that Steve had to learn sign language because he never had. Between not wanting to feel even more different than he already did and trying to convince his parents that, really, everything was fine and he didn't need to go to a special school for deaf and hard-of-hearing kids, he'd never learned. Learning it had somehow felt like an admission of weakness, and that was the last thing he wanted. But he learned for Robin, and they stumbled through sign language together, creating new signs only they knew.

But that's all in the past now, and Steve is working his ass off at Family Video to afford a new pair because he refuses to ask his parents for money. If he asks them, they'll come back, and that's the last thing he wants. They don't need to have all their worries confirmed that Steve is helpless, and he doesn't want them anywhere near Hawkins "Hellscape" Indiana.

So. Working his ass off, taking extra shifts, and babysitting the kids as much as he can to make up for the whole Friends and Family Discount he gives their parents. He's exhausted, but he gets to recharge somewhat during his lunch break.

About a ten-minute walk from the Family Video is a record store, which Steve has started visiting daily to just breathe. The lone worker in the store is usually too busy listening to her own music to pay Steve any attention, letting him wander and try to determine which records will best serve him.

Steve drifts over to the rock and heavy metal section, hoping to find a new album but unsurprised when he doesn't. He browses through them anyway, moving past Metallica and Black Sabbath and Iron Maiden. He already has all of these albums on his shelf at home. He has the cassette tapes for them, too.

But he really wants something new. He likes the novelty of experiencing unfamiliar vibrations through the speaker, letting them thrum through his fingertips and into his bones. It's fun and relaxing, and after all the bullshit he's been through lately, he probably deserves something relaxing.

After glancing over a few more familiar albums, Steve sighs and glances at the counter by the door. The lone worker is standing there, headphones over her ears, and idly flipping through a magazine. She's chewing gum, and Steve braces himself for the sheer hell of trying to read her lips without making it obvious he's reading her lips while she's got something in her mouth to disrupt the normal shape of words and sounds.

But he has to try. Steve takes one more deep breath before walking over, shoving his hands into his pockets when he comes to a stop at the counter. The girl raises a hand, motioning for him to wait, so he stays quiet as she finishes reading her page. She flips to the next one before looking up, not making any move to pull her headphones off.

"Hi. Do you have any new rock or metal albums coming in soon," Steve asks, feeling the vibrations of speech in his throat and hoping his words aren't too loud.

They don't seem to be. The girl doesn't flinch or pull back. She just looks him up and down, taking in the polo shirt and the nice khakis and the Family Video vest he forgot to take off before leaving. Finally, her neck and shoulders jerk slightly, and Steve knows she's huffed in annoyance. "No," she says, the word clear enough in the shape of her lips for Steve to know it immediately.

He frowns slightly, his fingernails digging into his palms. Steve wouldn't mind just leaving now, but something keeps him there. He just...he really wants new music. He needs something new. "Are there gonna be any shows nearby?" he asks.

The girl rolls her eyes and says something, her mouth distorted by gum-chewing. Steve can barely make out the words "you" and "check" from her response. Thankfully, it's accompanied by a vague gesture at something behind him. Steve looks over his shoulder to see a bulletin board with flyers plastered across it.

"Right. Thanks," he says, nodding to her before walking over. The flyers are all different colors with various fonts that scream for Steve's attention. Some of them are for bands, some are advertisements of garage sales or instruments in need of a new home, and others are just business flyers from stores nearby.

He's seen the bulletin board before, but he's never actually paid attention to it. Steve has always been laser-focused on browsing the records. But now, Steve carefully reviews each flyer advertising shows. Some are for comedy shows, which he immediately dismisses. One seems promising, but then he sees how far it is, and Steve definitely can't do an overnight trip like that.

Finally, Steve sees a flyer advertising a show at the Hideout later that week. It's close enough that he won't be out overnight. The place is kind of seedy, but Steve figures he can find some corner near the stage to hide. Or he can bring Robin and let her help him navigate any potential social situations. He tugs the flyer off the board, gaze lingering on the "Corroded Coffin" emblazoned across the top.

He knows the band. Of course, he knows the band. He's extremely familiar with their singer. From a distance. Honestly, Eddie Munson probably doesn't have the best impression of him, but Steve's heart never really cared about that. Because Eddie is like everything Steve wants to be: he's loud and unafraid of being so, he doesn't care about his image and how others perceive him, and he looks like his laugh sounds beautiful. Steve wouldn't know if he's actually right about that last point, but Eddie throws his head back when he laughs, eyes crinkled and hand over his stomach like his muscles ache.

His mouth suddenly feels dry, but he's also filled with unprecedented courage. Steve has graduated (barely), and that means a significantly lower chance of running into Eddie during the day if watching the show somehow goes wrong.

Steve folds the flyer into quarters and stuffs it into his back pocket. He'll be overly aware of it being there until Robin starts her shift and he can show it to her, but that's okay. He throws a quick thanks over his shoulder as he leaves the shop, glancing up at the bell he can't hear that signals the door's opening. He vaguely remembers what bells are supposed to sound like (he'd heard a few before losing the ability to hear them), but he doesn't let himself dwell on it.

Instead, he focuses on the trip back to Family Video, keeping an eye on the road to watch for any cars he wouldn't notice otherwise.

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When the final bell rings, Eddie Munson can't get out of class fast enough. He'd been packed for the last five minutes, and he slid out of his seat the moment that first peal rang out. He has a gig to prepare for, and every second counts. At least, each second counts until he notices something (or someone) that could prove entertaining for a while.

He spots Dustin alone near one of the exits, and Eddie decides to relieve the kid of his isolation. He waits until he's behind Dustin to shout, "Henderson!" and throw his arm over the kid's shoulders, ignoring the way he jumps like he'd been expecting an attack.

"Holy shit!" Dustin shrieks, jerking back to look up at Eddie. "Don't do that, man, you're gonna give me a heart attack."

Eddie snorts, waving away Dustin's concern as he continues toward the exit. The general flow of students trying to get out helps him along, and Dustin doesn't seem to realize they're actually moving until they've gotten into direct sunlight. "You're fine," Eddie says, "Anyway, whatcha doing all alone, Henderson? Lose your way?"

"No, I have...stuff to do today," Dustin says, shrugging as he blinks to acclimate to the sunlight.

Oh, yeah, way too cryptic for Eddie to not dig for more. "Stuff? What kinda stuff? Got a hot date? Going shopping with your mom?" he asks, and then he gasps dramatically and moves to stand in Dustin's way. He puts both hands on his shoulders and very seriously says, "Be honest, Henderson, you're seeing another DM, aren't you?"

Dustin stares at him for a few seconds before rolling his eyes and shrugging his hands off. "Who else in this town DMs?" he asks, "Other than Will, I guess, but he's still working on a campaign."

"Fair," Eddie concedes, "so, whatcha really doing?"

After a few seconds of getting nudged by the students around them, Dustin sighs and says, "I have chores, okay? But that doesn't sound cool to say, does it?"

Fair. Eddie nods in agreement and moves out of Dustin's way, continuing to follow him. "So, what, your mom picking you up today?" he asks.

"No, Steve."

"Oh, the famous Steve."

Dustin nods, looking over the parking lot before pointing to one end. "Yeah, he's awesome," Dustin says as Eddie follows the direction of his finger.

And standing there, leaning against the hood of his car and looking to the side where a group of trees is swaying in the breeze, is Steve Harrington. Steve "The Hair" Harrington. King Steve. The worst thing, Eddie thinks, is that Steve looks good. His hair is still perfect, of course, and his stupid little striped shirt is pulling against his biceps and riding up just enough for Eddie to see a tiny sliver of tanned skin above his jeans. He looks a little tense, but Eddie chalks that up to him being back on the campus after already graduating.

"Harrington? You've been talking about Steve Harrington this whole time?" Eddie asks, his voice a little strained, "How the fuck do you know Steve Harrington?"

"He's my babysitter," Dustin says, his voice implying that much should have been obvious, but Eddie wants to grab his shoulders and shake until his head rolls off.

Steve Harrington doesn't babysit. He doesn't know nerds that talk about D&D. He doesn't drive nerds around. At least, he never did in high school. Granted, Eddie never actually talked to Steve, but everybody knew that Steve Harrington was too cool for, well, anything that wasn't the typical jock and popular guy shit.

As he's thinking about the last time he saw Steve Harrington (in the halls, while the guy had bruises and looked worse for wear), they get within shouting distance. And Eddie has zero impulse control when Wayne isn't around, so he doesn't think before shouting, "Hey, Harrington!"

Next to him, Dustin whips his head to glare at Eddie. And Steve Harrington doesn't fucking react. He just keeps staring at that group of trees like it's the most fascinating thing in the world. "Dude," Dustin says, grabbing Eddie's arm and yanking harshly, "don't shout like that."

Eddie frowns, anger beginning to simmer in his stomach at the complete lack of acknowledgment. "Why are you upset with me?" he asks, gesturing at Steve as he continues, "I'm not the one being a douchebag here."

Dustin opens his mouth, about to say something, only to snap it shut once more. He frowns like he's just realized he can't say something, and huffs with frustration. "Just...just don't do that," he finally says, keeping a hand on Eddie's arm and dragging him across the parking lot. And, yeah, something is definitely weird here.

Instead of just walking up to Steve, they make a large arch until they're within Steve's line of sight.

Eddie watches as Steve notices them, seeing Dustin first and pushing off the car. He relaxes for a split second until he sees Eddie and his shoulders tense again.

Great.

Once they're close enough for Eddie to count the moles above the collar of Steve's shirt, Dustin grins and says, "Hey, Steve." But it's odd, because Eddie has never heard Dustin talk this slow or this carefully, like he's doing his best to enunciate his words.

Steve flashes a grin and ruffles Dustin's hair. "Hey, twerp, you're late," he says. He then glances at Eddie, his grin becoming a little smaller, and says, "Hey, Munson."

Wait. Steve Harrington knows Eddie's name? And he called him by it? He said Munson, not Freak. Eddie stares at Steve for a few seconds before nodding. "Harrington," he says, "how the fuck did you become a babysitter?"

Is he just imagining things, or is Steve looking at his mouth? Like, really intensely. He's definitely not, because Steve looks up after a few seconds with a raised eyebrow. "I needed some extra cash. Also, don't swear around Dustin. I'm the one who gets in trouble when he curses in front of his mom."

Something about the words makes Eddie grin. Never in a million years would he have guessed that he'd be talking to Steve Harrington. And he would have laughed you into Mordor itself if you suggested their conversation would be about Dustin Henderson swearing in front of his mother. "What's his mom do when he swears?" he asks.

Because he can feel the conversation veering into something potentially embarrassing for him, Dustin lets go of Eddie and starts pushing Steve toward the driver's side of his car. "Okay, we gotta go. So many chores, so little time," he says, his voice back to that normal speed and enunciation.

Steve frowns slightly, looking down at Dustin and tilting his head just slightly. "What?" he asks. Instead of actually answering, Dustin just makes some vague gesture with his hand and looks at the car. "Oh, right. Go ahead and get in the car. And, uh, see you later, Munson."

"Is that a promise?" Eddie asks before he can think better of it.

Steve pauses, looking at Eddie's mouth with a slight scrunch to his nose. He seems to be considering something as Dustin scrambles into the passenger seat, watching them with narrowed eyes. Honestly, Eddie is surprised he's not blasting the horn to hurry Steve up. Finally, Steve comes to a decision and meets Eddie's eyes again. "Your band has a show tonight, right? At the Hideout? I was planning to go. So, yeah, I'll see you then, I guess."

And with that, like he hasn't just fucking rocked Eddie's world, Steve Harrington gets into his car. He makes sure Dustin is buckled before waving at Eddie and pulling out of the parking spot.

Eddie finds himself waving back, staring dumbly at the car as it pulls onto the street. It only hits him a few seconds later that Steve Harrington is coming to his show. At the Hideout. His metal show. A Corroded Coffin gig at the Hideout.

Holy. Shit.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #deaf steve harrington #Good Vibrations Steddie #that's the tag for this one lmao #it's all fluff i swear #I hope you guys have as much fun reading it that I have writing it!

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ㅤㅤㅤ HEY DADDY!

[ ᯓ★ ] meeting their future child with you when you're not even dating yet | fem!reader | fluff, humour (at some point), a teeny tiny bit of angst on usopp's one, foul language (just koro saying an 'ass') ꩜ | wc. 4.7k — approx. 1k each |

not said, but kazuki is 4, koro is 8, nyla is 6 and heaven is 11

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he'd be so confused once he saw a little boy just like him. not just in appearance, but with his whole energy. once he learned and accepted the fact that the boy – who was his mini version, the crew couldn't even doubt – was his son, he refused to give him back to his timeline.

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the straw hat crew has just docked at an island so they could get some supplies before getting back to sailing.

"okay, so, sanji and i are going to get some food," you tell, waiting for sanji to get out of the kitchen with the list.

"robin and i are going shopping!" nami says excitedly. "are you sure you don't wanna go with us instead with... him...?" she points to the blonde cook, who was lighting up another cigarette.

"i wanna go too!" luffy yells from inside, running to the deck, where the crew were at.

"you. stay." the navigator says through her teeth. "we'll be quick and don't need any trouble. you stay with zoro and watch the ship."

luffy pouted, watching his crew get down from the ship. he looked at zoro, thinking if he could pest him a little, but soon the swordsman brushed him off saying "i'm gonna sleep. if you make any noise or cause some trouble, i'm gonna slice you in three."

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nami and robin were getting out of another store with more bags, chatting about random things when a kid bumped into them and fell.

"oh, i'm sorry, little one..." robin drops her bags and kneels in front of the little boy, offering her hand to help him stand up, but as soon as she sees his lips quivering and his eyes starting to get wet, she worries.

the little boy stretched his arms out to her, asking silently to be picked up and so she did.

"where are your parents, little boy?" nami asks in a soft tone, watching him getting comfortable in robin's arms.

"and what's your name?" the archaeologist drops the second question.

the kid gazed at the woman, lips quivering again and his voice trembling when he asked "you... you don't rwemember my name aunt lobin?"

nami gave her a weird look. she was as confused as robin. watching the little one in her arms closer, he reminded her of someone. the messy black hair, the big round eyes, the pout. why the hell does this kid look so much like luffy? robin seemed to notice the same thing as her.

"okay... so... what about we look for your parents, huh? and you can tell me your name 'cause i love hearing you say it!" the older woman says, eliciting a big smile from the boy. nami coughed immediately.

"can we go to the shwip? i'm sure they are thewe!" he holds the women's hands and pulls them in any direction.

it sure made the navigator and the archaeologist even more confused because how did he know they had a ship? and why would his parents be there?

"so, sweetheart, tell me your name?" robin asks once again.

"oh! i'm kazuki!" he stops abruptly, making nami almost trip and fall. "i'm monkey d. kazuki!" and that's how their jaws went slack.

"YOU'RE WHO?!" they panic.

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as soon as the girls got back to the sunny, they met all of the crewmates, except for sanji and you, who apparently hadn't been back yet.

"who's that kid?" usopp asks confused. mainly because he couldn't pry kazuki off of him and his nose.

"where did this kid come from?" zoro asks. he was starting to get irritated.

"uncle zoro, whewe is dada?" the little version of luffy asks, a bit upset that usopp could get him off of him.

"how would i know, kiddo?" he answers in the same annoyed tone as ever.

"i'm so hungry! when is sanji coming?" luffy whines, showing up at the deck and there they could spot the similarities.

not only their hair, eyes, pout, or even the big grin kazuki offered, but the energy the kid had. he was just like luffy in many ways. he just wasn't that loud like the straw hat captain – thanks to his mother.

once the crew saw them together, all the pieces seemed to connect. one, two, three blinks in disbelief and the boys' jaws fell to the ground.

"oh, hey kid!" luffy greets him friendly.

"dada!" the little boy jumped into the captain's arms who seemed as clueless as ever.

and a wave of yelling could be heard.

a couple of minutes has passed by and luffy and his son seemed to get along well. zoro, chopper, usopp, brook and franky were in the same position, they were still loading the information.

the captain and his little kid were running around the sunny, playing tag. they even tried to call the others but they didn't... seem like playing.

"you know, kazuki is too old to be in this... uhm... timeline..." nami points it out to robin.

"i know. how can luffy have had a son?" she murmurs, watching both run and giggle around the ship.

"robin!" it seems to call the other back to earth. "i'm seriously worried! and we don't even know who his mother is." the navigator looks stressed. one luffy is enough trouble, but a luffy and a mini him?

"we don't even know how he got here in the first place." robin sighs.

"we're back!" you announce as you put some bags on the floor.

"wow! you took more time than us." nami approaches you. "what happened?"

"well... sanji decided to pick up a fight over a fish..." you say casually. "uhm... did we miss something?" you notice the boys, finding it normal – well, for the straw hats, but as soon you spot a kid running around the ship with the manchild your captain is, you get confused. "who's that kid?"

"long story..." nami smiles innocently.

"did you kidnap a kid?"

"what? no! it's not- it isn't-"

"mama!" a childly voice is heard from the depths of the sunny and you can see that kid from before running to you happily.

okay, it's going too far!

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"so, this kid, kazuki, is luffy son's with... you?!" usopp tries to connect all the pieces. you hum an "yes" and his brain seems to burn. "too much information, too much information!" he holds his head while falling to the ground dramatically.

"when did you and luffy make a baby?" zoro asks confused as ever.

"don't be stupid mosshead. this kid is clearly from the future." sanji answers, blowing the smoke away.

"thanks, sanji." you smile at him, who looks at you like he's helplessly in love.

you feel a tug in your shirt and look down at your kid. "is something wrong, little one?"

"mama, i wanna sleep..." he rubs his eyes and yawns, blinking slowly while stretching his arms out to you. the whole crew – zoro included – had their hearts melted.

"then let's sleep, huh?" you say softly, picking him up and gently caressing his cheek and hair as he snuggled against you.

luffy runs to you, seeing his child in your arms. "what? don't tell me you're sleepy already, kid!" the captain pouts, watching the baby yawn. "no, let's play more!" he bounces excitedly.

"luffy, he's tired." you hiss, wanting your baby as calm as possible.

"but i wanna play more with my son!" he insists.

"you played enough, don't you think?" you start to make your way inside the sunny with luffy following you, insisting that they should play more. "now he wants to sleep with his mama."

"but-"

"mama, dada, let's sleep, pwease?" hearing the sleepy voice of his child, luffy seems to calm down a little.

"sure baby." you peck his forehead. "but your dada is not joining us 'till he baths." luffy gasps.

"how can you betray the dada of your child like that?" the captain whines, still following you to your quarters.

"yeah, i guess they settled pretty quickly to this life of mama and dada." nami comments, grinning at their recent view.

"i can't believe this idiot became a father before me." usopp complains, murmuring still lying on the floor.

"how do you know that?" chopper asks. "well, maybe all of you are already parents in the future..." that simple sentence was enough to ignite something in zoro, usopp and sanji.

"hey, kazuki! don't sleep right now!" zoro shouts.

"yeah, tell me if your great uncle usopp gave you little friends to play with, huh?" usopp is the first to run, looking for the little family.

"surely i'm the only one qualified enough to even get a spouse!" sanji yells at zoro, punching him to reach the one person who could give him the precious information.

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he'd be as confused as luffy and would deny every word that kid would say. like, only just because a kid has green hair, is almost obsessed with swords, has the guts to insult him and is the sassiest kid he'd ever met, that is his son, huh? he definitely could grow accustomed to the presence of that child and the fact that he made him with you.

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another island could be seen by the pirates. it meant they could dock there to stock some items. franky was the one eager. on their way, some pirates tried to fight the straw hats – which obviously couldn't be a good idea. well, the matter is, the sunny had some minor damages and usopp and franky were trying to keep their home alive.

chopper and you didn't need anything. the medical supplies were enough for a while, so you and he didn't need to go outside, but he wanted to. nami went to see if she could buy something she liked. luffy went to see if he could find a nice restaurant. zoro, robin, brook and you stayed on the ship.

zoro and you had a hate-love relationship. you were friends and would get along, but he's the sassiest man you've ever met and just gets on your nerves. you just want to kill him.

some time has passed by and the crew came back. you were still reading your book, laying your head on robin's legs as she sunbathed.

"hey, uhm... i didn't know zoro and you were together..." usopp says awkwardly, approaching you as robin coughs in disbelief.

"we're not." you stand up, angry. "what is that stupid vegetable slicer saying now?"

"no! nothing! is just... franky and i found a kid... and he's... claiming to be your son..." you gag.

"MY WHAT?!" you hear zoro yelling and soon coughing desperately.

"where is he?" you ask the sharpshooter who points to the entrance. the green-haired kid looks so timid. he's just standing there, looking at every part of the ship. you approach him calmly, bending a bit so you can talk better to him. "hey, kid!" you offer him a smile and he can't help but feel calmer.

"hi, mom..." he answers in a low voice, still shy.

"why don't you say your name and we get to meet the others, huh? so you can tell us more about what's going on. do you know what's going on?" he looks into your eyes and advert his gaze again.

"something like that..." he plays with his fingers before answering your first question. "my name is roronoa koro." your eyes widen a bit, you can't hide your surprise.

"so you're really the kid of that stupid man..." you murmur and he nods.

"i swear he gets more likeable in the future." koro says, earning a warmful giggle from you. seeing his mother never fails to calm him.

"i rather see it myself." you offer your hand to him, who holds it without even thinking. "let's see the others."

as you walk hand-in-hand with koro, getting closer to the crewmates, they couldn't believe what their eyes were just seeing.

zoro's jaw fell on the ground. how- how can he have a child? with... you?

the little kid gasps immediately once he sees the swords zoro is carrying. he runs to his father and try to touch the the swords, but the grumpy swordsman doesn't let him to.

"what you think you doing?" he asks, holding the kid's head so he couldn't get closer.

"do you use them often?" the boy asks, curiosity dripping from his eyes.

"of course, i use them often. why wouldn't i?"

"well, currently, the three swords are untouched, held by a support in the living room's wall..." the little roronoa answers, trying to touch them at all costs. "let me see it!"

"no, you won't touch it!" zoro insists.

a loud noise was heard by the crew. a tray with some snacks was splattered on the floor while sanji stood there, looking at the little mosshead in front of him.

"am i seeing it right?" the blond cook's eyes were wide open. "WHY IS THERE A LITTLE MOSSHEAD?"

"uncle sanji!" the little boy runs to his beloved uncle, who was left flabbergasted.

"you like him? he's a stupid cook!" the swordsman was at a loss of words.

"and so are you." sanji laughs his ass off. his eyes glossy because of the tears of joy. "seriously... i can't believe you had- well, you're gonna have kids with this idiot." he talks directly to you.

"trust me... i have no reasons to..."

"my favourite boy! tell me, kid, what do you wanna eat? i can prepare anything just for you." sanji talks to him, guiding koro to the kitchen. luffy is following them quietly until sanji yells at him so he scurries away.

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trying to know more about him and where he came from, zoro and you sit and talk to koro. you were lying on a wall, koro was by your side and zoro was in front of you.

"so, how did you come here?" you ask the boy.

"i don't know. last thing i remember i was sleeping, then i ended up at that weird place." your son explains. "the weirdest thing is... my sister was next to me... why she's not here too?" he sounded confused.

"wait... not only one but two kids with the mosshead? what did i do to deserve such a punishment?" you mumble.

"ha ha, like it's my dream to have kids with you." the swordsman hissed.

"not only two, but three. you're pregnant." you gag as you listen to his words.

"three..." you whisper, not believing a thing. "what's your thing, huh? three earrings, three swords, three kids. are you obsessed or something?" you yell at zoro who just smirks.

"might be my lucky number." he keeps that eat-shitting grin on that stupid pretty face while you die internally. "wait, you have a sister... what's her... name?"

"the one you fought mom to name her. kuina." koro's face lit up at the mention of his sister. he really loves his family.

that annoying grin zoro held up in his face was replaced by a genuine smile which made you smile along, happy. koro knew about the past of both his parents and was really proud of them.

"lord, please give me strenght..." you sigh. "well, i know it can be a bit... confusing not to call me mom, so you can keep it..."

"and you like it..." you son knows you too well no to notice it. doesn't matter what timeline he's at, you'll always be his favourite person.

"and i like it..." you smile, ruffling his short green hair. "okay, i'll try to find some way to send you back to your life. future me and... zoro... might be worried." you stand up, pecking his forehead and walk away.

"pleeease, let me see it! mom never lets me..." the little boy pouts, making grabby hands at his father as soon as you're out of sight. "please, dad!"

that word. that kid.

"fine. but only if you tell me some things. it'll be our... little dad and son secret." zoro suggests, knowing way too well his son wouldn't refuse.

"deal!" he answers excitedly while watching his father pull wado ichimonji from its sheath.

koro inspects the sword. his eyes are bright, sparkling like a starry sky. he's just like his father, a swords lover. even though his mother has forbidden him from using one. zoro has an amused look watching his little soon-to-be-swordsman.

"so... did i become the greatest swordsman?" he questions, seeing koro maneuvering his sword.

"yes, you defeated mihawk." the reply is short and simple due to the boy's concentration to something else.

zoro just celebrates, murmuring a few things, feeling like he's the strongest man alive.

"did future me teach you that well how to use a sword?"

"sure thing! despite mom's clear rule not to let me touch a sword 'til i was sixteen, you've started to teach me two years ago." the kid smiles.

"and... last thing... uhm... did future me ever tell you how i get your mom?" the swordsman looks a little hesitant, even more when he sees the knowing look koro was shooting at him.

"hate her my ass." the roronoa kid mumbles.

"hey!"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤU S O P P

the moment he spotted you coming back with a child, he thought you've just kidnapped her, but as soon as he laid his eyes on the little girl, he thought it was too good to be just a joke. when the girl introduced herself, he couldn't help but smile and welcome her, loving the idea of being the father of such a cute girl.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ[ ☆ ]

the crew were preparing to set sail. the island they docked at was way too small, so they hadn't much to do there. as soon as they've got everything they needed – or the island could provide – they'd get back to sailing.

yet, you were walking around the place, seeing some things, and if you liked it, you'd keep it.

you were standing at a fruit stall, hearing the seller babble about some rare golden fruit he just got from a distant island, but you knew it was just talking. you were distracted by your favourite fruit – which looked so pretty and delicious – that you didn't even notice a little girl running around.

"dada? dada!" she was screaming. she looked so terrified.

you turned around, seeing the kid crying. some people were trying to help her, some people were just ignoring her and passing by. but as soon as she spots you, she runs to you like you are her hope.

"mama!" she clutched to you and refused to let you go.

"oh! uhm... hey, baby... i'm- i'm not your mother, kid..." you tried to pry her off of you, but her grip was too strong.

"yes, you are! you're my mama! dada always talks about you and shows pictures of both of you. you are my mama!" she yells at you, not giving you space.

"okay, okay, let me see you, right?" she looked hesitant, but eventually she loosened her grip and looked up to you. she was so beautiful and reminded you of someone. "first, tell me your name, huh?" you knelt in front of her, taking her face in your hands.

"nyla..." the girl looks at you with such admiration.

"and where are your parents?" she frowned.

"you're here!" she insists, pouting when you refuse to be her mother. "you've met me! and dada might... be on the ship?"

"what?"

"the ship, mommy! can we go there, please?" her eyes were sparkling.

"fine..." you just accept. she streches her arms out to you, wanting to be as close as possible to you. you pick her up, heading to the sunny.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ[ ... ]

"uhm... who's... that girl?" usopp asks as he's the first to spot you with a child in your arms.

"dada!" nyla is quick to let go of you and run to her father, who just stands there, looking shocked.

"HE'S YOUR FATHER?" you yell, as shocked as usopp.

"yes! and you're my mama! and i'm happy to be here!" she points and hugs usopp, who embraces her too.

nami shows up at the deck and frowns. "who-"

"our daughter." you just accepted. it looked so confusing and complicated, you just accepted.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ[ ... ]

late at night, nyla wanted her father to sleep with both of you, but when you said usopp had to sleep in the boy's quarters, she sulked a bit, but eventually, accepted. it was clear to see that she was attached to you, like your shadow, or an extension of you.

"okay, so, i can stay just by the time you sleep, or else your mother throws me outta the ship." usopp explains casually, smiling, getting in the bed.

"right! i want mommy anyways!" she nuzzles her face in the crook of your neck while hugging you.

"see! i'm the favourite, hah!" you tease the sniper, who crosses his arms, sulking.

"that's not fair, nyla!" he tells her in a whining voice.

right after that, you can feel something wet on your neck and a sniffing.

"nyla, baby, why you're crying?" you push her a bit, trying to see her face. her eyes are red and wet, tears rolling down her cheeks nonstop.

"dada are you mad at me?" the little girl asks her father, whose eyes widen in surprise.

"no, no, i could never, love." he rushes to scoop her in his arms, calming her.

"i just wanna spend more time with mama..." her voice is muffled due to her face being pressed to usopp's chest.

"why that? i'll always be with you, huh?" you try to soothe her, but it doesn't, she sobs even more.

"i just have my dada now, mama. you're not there. i wanna spend more time with you because when i get back you won't be there..." you glanced at usopp, who looked even more panicked than you are.

"hey, come to mama..." you call her and nyla is quick to hug you. "don't think about that, okay? i'm here for you right now." you kiss her cheek, wiping her tears away. "and i won't leave by your side until is your time to get back to your life." she looked into your eyes, trying to catch every inch of your face so she can remember. "now let's sleep so tomorrow we can enjoy more!" she smiled.

"night momma, night dada!" nyla pecked yours and her father's cheek, then she closed her eyes, waiting for her time to be kissed.

usopp and you chuckled, leaning in to kiss both of her cheeks, making her giggle happily.

"night, baby girl." usopp sang, caressing her hair.

you closed your eyes, getting yourself comfortable to sleep and usopp stayed there, just like he said. well, is not like he'll get any sleep that night, after all, now he knows he has a daughter with the woman of his dreams, but she's not there.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤS A N J I

the moment he saw a little girl looking for her parents, he'd be stunned. he could clearly see some of your traits on her face, just like your smile – the thing he adored the most about you. but he'd be confused asf, because who's that girl? when she finally introduces herself, saying she's the daughter of blackleg sanji and you, he'd faint. has... his dream just come true?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ[ ☆ ]

you were in the kitchen with sanji. since the others have just gone to explore the new island, someone had to watch the ship, and you offered to do that. the cook, not missing an opportunity, said he'd be with you, after all, he couldn't let a delicate flower like you alone at an unknown place, right?

at the moment, sanji is cooking like always. he's making some kind of dessert he refuses to tell what it is.

"sanji, are you sure it doesn't contain anything i'm allergic to?" you ask, trying to peek at some of the ingredients.

"please, my swan, i'm not some kind of inexperienced chef, am i? i would never cook something you're allergic to. now, please, take a seat and be ready, i'm almost done." he says and you do, taking your seat and preparing yourself. sanji turns around, placing the plate with the colourful dessert in front of you. "et voilà! hope you like it!"

"i always appreciate your cooking." and you take a little bite. your eyes roll in pleasure. you're so lucky to have a sous chef in your crew.

sanji just looked at you in awe. he could move a mountain if it meant he could get you smiling.

"excuse me!" an unknown voice shouted from afar. you shoot a glance at the cook who is doing just the same.

"can't believe i'm being interrupted..." you murmur, taking another bite before heading to the deck with sanji following you.

there you were welcomed by a girl. her blue dress was a little dirty and you wondered if she has fallen.

"can we help you?" the blond cook asked her in a soft voice.

"uhmm... yes..." she looked a little hesitant. "i know it may sound a bit... unusual, but... my name is heaven and... i'm your daughter..." she avoided your gaze.

a loud thump was heard and you looked at your side. sanji has just fainted.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ[ ... ]

caught by some headache, sanji woke up. he was lying on the hammock...? but, i was on the deck...? well, he had some kinda dream. not weird, but the perfect dream! that might be the reason for that headache.

hearing distant voices, he waltzed through the ship, going to the kitchen. there, he could see you and the same girl in his dream!

"what?" he mumbles. heaven notices him and signs to you.

"oh, sanji, dear, come here!" you called him so excited he couldn't refuse – not like he would do it anyways. he always does what you say. "do you remember what heaven said?" you ask carefully.

"uhm... she's our daughter...?" the cook says hesitantly, afraid that what he has heard was just a dream.

"yess!" you squeal.

the girl seemed so amused. getting to know her parents when they're not even together yet. in her timeline, they're so in love with each other and her and... now... her mother seems so clueless or just... don't wanna know about him. after all sanji is a womanizer (for now).

"so it's true! hah! i thought it was just a dream, but is true!" now is his time to squeal and that makes heaven smile.

"it's different to see you like that..." the girl points out. "you know... having your hair hiding your eye."

"uhm..." he clears his throat. "it's just part of my style."

"i like your curly brows, dad!" she smiled and that alone would make sanji smile too, but the way she called him, it warmed his heart.

"okay, sanji, we've got you're excited to know you have a daughter-" you start, but he interrupts.

"with you! the most amazing woman i've ever got to know!" he bats his lashes, smiling widely.

"yeah... with me... but we need to know how to send her back to her timeline. she can't be here. she's not supposed to be here. future you and me might be worried... mainly you." you explain and he quickly gets to hug the girl, who appreciates her father's gesture.

"but she's our daughter! would you do that?!" he sounds so desperate, you may just slap him.

"yeah! but only in the future! it'll just mess up our time! maybe we don't even get together anymore."

"okay, kid! see you in the future." he immediately walks away from her, but quickly runs back, clinging to her. "but we can keep her while we don't find a way to send her back, right?"

"yeah! can i?" she joins her father, pouting and batting her lashes.

"fine! you didn't even need to do all that! what would i do to you if not keep you? throw you at the sea?" you ask in disbelief.

"he's the one most likely to get thrown..." heaven points to sanji.

"hey!"

"let's just wait for the crew and give 'em some good news." you smile, watching sanji and heaven get along well.

@LOLASKY ᡣ 𐭩 actually i've wrote sanji's part with the live action sanji in mind. idk he just looks so more mature... actually the live action characters in general!! but yeah wtv- dividers and template by @/cafekitsune

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