#Capi kid

[threbe]

For the years now I wonder what Mark's phrase for his transformation would be I always figured it would be sunrise and I'm so happy I was right so I'm guessing the phrase to deactivate his transformation is either sun down or sunset and I hope I'm right about that as well

[cheerfullycatholic]

I may not be a marine iguana or a jellyfish in the pool, but you know what I AM?

And that's still pretty cool to me

[f1stuffblog]

Remember he is not old, that's just experience 😉🤣

When your teammate was born the same year you debuted in Bundesliga 🤣

[l-capitan]

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

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“There is nothing for you to thank me for,” Capitano stated, placing a heavy yet gentle hand atop the youngest Harbinger’s ginger curls in a small ‘pap.’

Surrounding them were lifeless husks of the Ruin Grader, Guards, and Hunters, no longer operable as their cores and limbs have been completely severed from their bodies. The older one’s chest expanded as he took a deep breath before expelling it, a slow puff of vapor streamlining from where his mouth would supposedly be. Turning his head to regard the young Harbinger, he soon lifted his hand from their head and gave them a small nod.

“It is merely the right thing to do, Childe. You did well…

However,” he paused, his tone shifting to one more firm, “you should have escaped when things were getting too difficult. When you are fighting on your own, and there is no risk to any others around you—do not hesitate to run away when you realize you are getting overwhelmed. To retreat is a valid maneuver, and one that you may have to rely on every so often. There is no cowardice in trying to live another day, only cowardice in trying to prove something at the expense of your own life and those of others.”

It left no room for debate after it spoke its piece, and instead gestured with its head towards the path they had originally come from. “Let us return to our sojourn and tend to whatever wounds you have gained from this battle.”

[venusalexian]

solet I

just a kid

alexia putellas x teen!reader / barça femení x teen!reader

in which Alexia’s younger teammates are worried about a B team player and you start to let someone in

When Alexia finishes training, she’s looking forward to quickly showering and rushing home, where her newly-arrived-from-a-work-trip girlfriend and leftovers from dinner at her mami’s house the night before are waiting for her. Her plans are quickly derailed when she enters the locker room. In a corner, a group of the youngest members of the team are huddled, rapidly speaking over each other with concerned expressions. Yeah, she’d definitely have to do damage control before making it home.

Surprisingly, she does not even have to force one of them to confess to whatever mess they had got themselves into this time. Vicky, Jana, Kika and Sydney approach her themselves before she can move to their side.

“Hey Capi, do you have a minute?” Okay, now she really is worried. If Vicky is approaching her so bashfully, something must be really wrong.

“Always. What have you all done now?”

“Nothing! Honestly Ale, so rude to make that assumption.” Jana responds, exasperatedly.

“Okay, let’s focus here, please” redirects Kika quickly.

Alexia waits for one of them to continue, but they all seem suddenly nervous and out of words.

Unexpectedly, it is Sydney, the youngest and shiest of the group, who breaks the silence.

“Do you remember the 16-year-old girl from the B team? She was in the group that joined training on Saturday.” Alexia nods. Of course she does. After their first big win against Hammarby at Johan Cruyff, the staff had decided to have a joint training with the B team, looking to source for up-and-coming talents. Only recently having turned 16, you had amazed her. You had a great eye for plays, reading the game perfect and providing key pass after key pass. A perfect midfielder, only still slightly too young to transition into the first team. She does not understand why her teammates are bringing you up now, though.

“Well, the girls got worried because she wasn’t there when they came to see our game this weekend.” Sydney continues. “And I told them that she has been more distracted lately and showing up late to training. Our coaching team is more angry than concerned and we all think something is going on but we have no idea what to do.”

“So, um, we were thinking you could use your position as captain to try to find out more from the club? Please, Ale?” Jana finishes Sydney’s speech.

Alexia loves to see that you had already made a mark on the other players, and she felt so proud that they are looking after a younger player like she did for them.

“Okay.” Alexia sighs. “I’m not sure how much I can do, but I’ll keep an eye on it and ask some questions. Now, all of you a la ducha. C’mon kids, you stink!” The younger players roll their eyes at Alexia’s remark, but smile at her promise. They know she means it.

When Saturday comes along, you are surprised to find so many first team players at your match, including all four captains. It makes you even more nervous for today’s game. You had left your home after making sure your grandparents were set for the day and the neighbor was staying around to keep an eye on them. You do not wanna disappoint your team for a second week straight. And you know that another absence would get you benched. You had fought hard for your starting spot during the past year, having to prove yourself twice as much due to your age. You couldn’t give it up now.

You stretch with your team try to ignore the presence of the older players. Once the game starts, though, it is just you and the game. You tune out the yelling from the stands, your worry for your grandparents and your exhaustion after your abuelo’s surgery last week had meant a couple nights of sleeping in uncomfortable hospital chairs and getting up extra early to go to school.

It is a great match, especially for you. Two goals and an assistance later, you are beaming as they declare you player of the game. You are so relieved that such a good performance would quiet the concerns over your commitment to the club in the last couple of weeks.

You rush to the locker room, wanting to make it home as soon as possible and help your grandparents with their evening routine. But before you can run out the grounds to catch the train, you felt a hand tapping you from behind. Sydney, one of the kindest members of your team, is smiling at you. You also really admire her and the work she had been doing with the first team.

”Hey, congrats on the goals and thanks for the assist! The girls from the first team were telling me to bring you over. You made a mark during the joint training and they wanna congratulate you too. Wanna come?” You cannot believe what you are hearing. You forget all about the train you’re supposed to catch and nod enthusiastically. “Ye-yeah, let’s go!”

She smiles at you and pushes you towards the exit. The girls are waiting around in the parking lot. Vicky and Jana are the first to approach you, as you had attached yourself more to them during the training due to your closer ages. The rest come behind them, and you try not to blush when the older players congratulate you. You probably fail. The conversation moves from talking about your game to their future duels.

By the time you realise, an hour has gone by and the chances of you making it on time for dinner are slim. Your realization must have shown in your face, as Alexia touches your arm and frowns at your expression. “All good?”

“Yeah, I just…” You are unsure whether to share your concern, why would she care? But something in the kindness she has shown during the conversation, asking for your input and making sure you felt integrated, and the openness in her expression when she asks, moves you to respond. “I was supposed to be home already, and I’m not sure when the next train that reaches my town passes.” You worry at your lip.

“Would it be okay if I drive you then? It’ll be faster.” You’re shocked at her offer.

“Ye-yeah, that would be great.”

“Good, I wouldn’t want your parents to worry.” You’re both too busy saying your goodbyes to realize your smile has faltered and the pointed glances that Alexia is receiving.

The drive to your home is mostly silent after you give Alexia your address. She is shocked at how far away from the city it is, and you’re uncomfortable at her realization of how much time you spend commuting to training using public transport. The silence is not necessarily awkward though. The soft radio music and the constant thrum of the car settle you into a warm comfort. You feel cared for by an adult, instead of being worried about them, for the first team in a while. Alexia breaks the silence mid-way though.

“What happened last weekend? You weren’t there.” She flinches at her own tactlessness, but isn’t willing to let it go.

You squirm, not sure how much you’re comfortable sharing. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t pry like this, you barely know me. The girls were worried though, so I asked your coaching team and they also didn’t know. Is everything okay?” It takes you a bit to take in her words. You feel warm at the girls’ concern, but uncomfortable at the idea of people talking about you and trying to pry about your life. You’re used to doing everything yourself, and having other people involved is weird. Still, the kindness and concern are obvious in her voice and expression, so you decide to give a bit of information in the hopes that she will understand and leave it behind.

“Just some family things. All good though, it’s solved and I’m 110% committed to the team.”

“I never thought you weren’t. Just wanted to make sure you’ve got the support you need.” That leaves you silent again. You do, right? You don’t want to worry anyone because you don’t need it. You’ve got everything under control and things are okay.

“I do! Yeah.”

“Good, good.”

You return to silence for the rest of the drive, but both of you are stuck in the other's words.

When the car comes to a stop outside your home, you’re turning around to thank Alexia for the ride but she’s opening her own door and walking towards your door. The sight spurs you o, and you run to the door to reach her before she has a chance to ring the bell.

“You don’t have to come in!” Alexia raises an eyebrow.

“Thank you for driving me, it was so nice of you but I’m all good to go from here.” You quikcly add. She frowns, and looks ready to contradict you but your conversation is interrupted by the door opening.

“Good, you’re here! I heard the car coming and was unsure but I’m glad you got someone to drive you instead of catching the train so late, mi vida.” Your grandma is smiling at you from the door, and you forget about your conversation with Alexia in favor of hugging her. When you, after a few seconds, come out of the hug, Alexia’s eyes are back to a soft expression.

“Both of you, in you go! Dinner is at the table ready.”

“Uh… Grandma, this is…”

“Oh, mi vida. I know perfectly well who she is considering how much you talk about her and her career.”

You’ve already blushed a lot today, but now surely you must be the reddest so far. Alexia practically coos at the statement, proud to be a good role model for young players like you, but she’s reluctant to take your grandma’s offer.

“Thank you for the invitation but I would not want to impose on your dinner.”

“Nonsense. It’ll take too long for you to get back to the city. Stay. Dinner is with your team’s rules on diet for my mi nieta so I’m sure it’s suitable for you too.”

Alexia seems to be weighing her options. She doesn’t want to impose but she does want to get a better understanding of your situation so she can give a calming response to the girls.

“Okay, I’ll stay.”

As you all walk toward the living room, your grandma must notice your inquisitive looks and reluctance to ask.

“He’s all good mi vida. We both had dinner an hour ago, and the neighbor came by to help me get him ready for bed. He’s sleeping now, don’t you worry.” You still felt guilty. You should have been there to help make dinner and make sure they took their meds and get them ready for bed.

“Now sit, both of you. I set another plate when I saw you came accompanied by car and I am gonna go to bed myself now. You both have a good night. And a safe trip back home for you Alexia.”

As she takes her leave up the stairs, the room is left silent until Alexia breaks it.

“Alright kid, let’s have dinner then.”

You’re on auto-pilot as you sit down at the table and start to eat, your mind still stuck on all the you weren’t here for.

“So, are your parents out of town for the night?” You swallow audibly. You don’t like to talk about this, but you know she won’t let it go.

“No, um, no. It’s just us three.” You avoid her gaze, not wanting to see the usual look of pity you receive.

“Oh, I’m sorry, that sucks.” You can tell she’s flinching.

“It’s always been the three of us. I was a baby when they passed.” You shrug.

You dare look at her, and her expression surprises you. There’s still the pity you hate, but there’s also an understanding. Right, her dad. Your circumstances might be different, but she does know loss.

“So, um, you help around a lot then?”

“Ye-yeah.” You don’t want her to doubt your commitment to the club though. “But I make it work! I have a good grasp on my schedule and great discipline.”

“I don’t doubt it, you’re such a solet.” (good kid, but also literally little sun)

She smiles so kindly at you it overwhelms you. The conversation shifts to lighter topics, about your play style, both of your future games and even sharing small glimpses of each other’s lives. When you were done, she helped you clean up the table and dishes. She turns to you after you’re done.

“I’m gonna go home now, I don’t want my girlfriend to wait until late for me. Please tell your grandma thank you for the meal, it was delicious, and that you have a beautiful home.”

“Yeah, of course.” You smile easily now.

“And you…, you’re doing well. Believe it. But please also let yourself seek help when you need it. You’re not alone. Rely on your team and your coaches. You’re just a kid, let adults take care of you, yeah?”

“Yeah. Yes, thank you again for driving me home.” You weren’t sure how much you could let go of the tight control you held in your life, but it felt nice to be told that you weren’t alone.

“Of course, my pleasure. I am happy to help. I’ll see you soon, yeah, solet?” 

And as you watch her drive out of your driveway, you cannot imagine how true that is.

A/N:

first re-upload, please give it love. <3

new solet adventures coming soon!

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xoxo, a.c. 💫

[starsjulia]

baby fever // alexia putellas

a/n : maybe it’s because i’m ovulating, but i feel like im having withdrawals from my child (i don’t have a child)

warnings : none!!

“Alexia,” you said, flopping onto the couch dramatically, your phone clutched in one hand. “Look at this baby. Look. Isn’t this proof we should have one?”

She glanced up from her iPad, one brow raised. “That’s the fifth baby you’ve shown me today.”

“Because they’re soooo cute! And we could have one!” You shoved the phone under her nose, showing her a TikTok of a giggling infant in a tiny onesie. “Imagine our baby. They’d have your eyes, my—”

Alexia cut you off with an amused smirk. “We’ve talked about this, cariño.”

“No, you’ve talked about logistics,” you shot back, sitting cross-legged beside her. “I’ve talked about how I want a baby, like, yesterday.”

She sighed, setting the iPad down. “I’m not saying no. I’m saying it’s a big decision. And with everything we have going on—your work, my schedule—it’s not the right time.”

“Then I’ll carry!” you declared, your voice rising with excitement. “You can keep playing, and I’ll do all the hard parts. It’s perfect!”

Alexia blinked at you, her eyes narrowing slightly. “You’ve… really thought about this, haven’t you?”

“For months,” you said earnestly, grabbing her hand. “I don’t care about logistics or timing. I just know I want to do this with you.”

Her gaze softened, but there was still hesitation. “I’m not against it, amor. I just want to make sure we’re ready. Both of us.”

You groaned, flopping backward into her lap. “If you won’t listen to me, I’ll get backup.”

Alexia frowned. “What does that mean?”



————————

It meant enlisting Mapi and Ingrid.

“Finally!” Mapi said when you brought up your idea at training. She threw her hands in the air dramatically. “I’ve been telling Alexia for years she needs to let loose a little. Having a baby is perfect.”

“Right?” you said, clutching Mapi’s arm. “Imagine her as a mamá. So nurturing, so responsible—”

“And terrifying,” Mapi added, smirking. “Disciplining kids with that captain energy? Iconic.”

Ingrid chimed in from beside her. “Honestly, we’re on board. Do it, and we’ll be the godparents.”

“You’d have to fight Mariona for it,” you teased.

Mapi scoffed, draping an arm over Ingrid’s shoulder. “Please. I’m already the cool tía. It’s a done deal.”

Ingrid smiled softly, giving you a nudge. “Besides, we think you’re for perfect carrying the baby. You’re already glowing just talking about it.”

“You get it,” you said dramatically, pointing at Ingrid like she’d solved world hunger. “Why can’t Alexia see it?”

“Oh, she does,” Mapi said knowingly. “She’s just pretending to be logical about it. She’ll come around. Trust me.”

—————————

The breakthrough came at a team barbecue, thanks to Ingrid and Mapi’s nephew, little Liam, who’d stolen your heart the moment you met him.

“You’re so perfect,” you cooed, holding him close as he gurgled in your arms. “The cutest baby ever.”

Across the yard, Alexia watched you from a distance. Mapi elbowed her lightly, smirking. “You’re staring, capi. You look like you’re about to cry.”

“I’m not crying,” Alexia muttered, though her gaze softened as she watched you bounce Liam gently.

“You’re thinking about it, though,” Ingrid said, stepping up beside them.

Alexia sighed. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I just—”

“You’re overthinking,” Mapi interrupted. “Classic Alexia. Look, you’re already a leader. A protector. It’s who you are. Being a mom? You’d be incredible. And (Y/N)? She’s ready. You can see it in her face.”

Alexia didn’t answer, but her thoughtful expression spoke volumes.

Later, as you cradled Liam, Alexia finally approached.

“Look at him,” you said, smiling as Liam giggled and reached for her. “He’s perfect. And soon, he’ll have a little friend. Isn’t that right, Ale?”

Alexia raised a brow. “What?”

“Our baby!” you explained, beaming. “He’s gonna have a friend, and they’ll grow up together, and it’ll be so cute.”

Alexia reached out hesitantly, letting Liam grab her finger. She froze, visibly melting at the tiny hand gripping hers. Mapi and Ingrid exchanged smug looks from across the yard.

Alexia sighed, her voice quiet. “You’re really not letting this go, are you?”

“Not a chance,” you said, grinning. “Come on, Ale. Let’s do it. I’ll carry, you’ll be the hot football mum, and Mapi and Ingrid are already fighting to be the godparents.”

“We’re winning,” Mapi called from nearby, raising a beer.

Alexia laughed softly, shaking her head. “Fine.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait. Fine?”

“Yes,” she said, smiling at your stunned expression. “But we’re doing this properly. No rushing.”

“Whatever you say, mamá,” you teased, setting Liam in his stroller before throwing your arms around her. “Let’s go make a baby!”

“That’s… not how it works,” she said, pulling back slightly.

“Oh, right,” you said, blushing. “I knew that.”

Her laughter was warm as she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I can’t wait to see you glowing, amor. And for the record… Mapi and Ingrid are not automatically the godparents.”

“We’ll see about that!” Mapi shouted, earning another laugh from both of you.

As Alexia’s hand rested gently on your stomach, you knew everything was about to change. But for the first time, it felt like a change you were both ready for.

[wileys-russo]

two very different kinds of birthday posts from the kids for capi 👑

[mapiforpresident]

Secret Hotel Kisses 2

Aitana x Putellas!reader

It had been a couple of weeks since Alexia found out about you and Aitana. To your relief, she’d been supportive—after getting over the initial shock—but her protective instincts still kicked in whenever she saw you and Aitana together. The team had started teasing you both mercilessly about being “Barça’s new power couple,” and Alexia had become something of a watchful hawk, glaring at anyone who dared to poke fun.

You were all at the training ground, finishing up a light session before the weekend game. You were sat down on the grass stretching out your calf. Aitana was next to you, her hand briefly brushing yours as she shifted positions. Even such a small, seemingly innocent gesture made Alexia’s eyes narrow from a few meters away.

“Relax, hermana,” you muttered under your breath, catching Alexia’s gaze as she folded her arms and raised a brow at you.

“What was that?” Alexia called out, her tone playful but laced with mock authority.

“Nothing, capi,” you replied sweetly, throwing her an exaggerated smile as the rest of the team chuckled.

Aitana leaned closer, her voice low enough for only you to hear. “Do you think she’s ever going to stop watching us like that?”

You laughed softly, squeezing her hand when you were sure no one else was looking. “Give her time. She’ll chill out eventually.”

~~~

Later that evening, the team gathered in the hotel lounge to relax. Someone had brought out a deck of cards, and the air was filled with laughter as everyone settled into groups, chatting and playing games. You and Aitana sat together on one of the couches, her arm draped casually over the backrest behind you.

Alexia was nearby, her eyes darting between her card game with Keira, Ingrid and Mapi and where you sat with Aitana.

“You’re staring again, Ale,” Mapi teased, smirking as she dealt the next round.

“I am not staring,” Alexia shot back, though her cheeks betrayed a faint flush. “I’m just... keeping an eye on things.”

“Let them be, capi,” Keira said with a laugh, glancing over at you and Aitana. “They’re cute together. It’s not like she’s a kid anymore.”

“She’s still my baby sister,” Alexia muttered.

Across the room, you were telling Aitana a story from your childhood, one that had her giggling uncontrollably. Her laugh was infectious, and soon you were both leaning into each other, completely lost in your own little bubble.

“Seriously, what did I just say about keeping your hands to yourself?” Alexia’s voice rang out, loud enough for the whole room to hear.

The room went silent for a moment before breaking into laughter. Even you couldn’t hold back a chuckle as you turned to face her.

“Ale, she’s not even touching me!” you protested, throwing your hands up in mock surrender.

“She was about to,” Alexia said, her lips twitching as she tried not to smile.

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, shaking your head.

~~~

Later, after the team had dispersed to their rooms, you and Aitana strolled through the quiet hallway. Her hand brushed yours again, and this time, she laced her fingers through yours without hesitation.

“Alexia’s never going to stop being like that, is she?” Aitana asked, though her tone was light.

You shrugged, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “She’s overprotective, but she means well. Besides, I think she’s warming up to the idea of us. Slowly.”

Aitana smiled, leaning into you as you reached your door. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

You kissed her softly, letting the moment linger before stepping inside. If Alexia still had her reservations, that was her problem. You were happy, and Aitana was worth every teasing comment, every protective glare.

[mj0702]

Obsession

(after a quick brainstorm with @helen-with-an-a on me way to the Barca vs. Eibar game)

Lucy should have seen it coming. She really should have but yet it was a surprise – not really but it always takes her by surprise. Fans were joking that Alexia and Keira had a weird synchronization but that was nothing to your “Keiraness”. Lucy was currently standing on the sideline – training just ended about 10 minutes ago – watching you and Keira kicking the ball around for fun with Mapí, Ingrid and Marta.

“She really is a pequeña you...” Alexia said smiling slightly as she watched the five of you kicking around laughing “... and seeing her having fun is good – she's healing”

“Mini me... yeah” your sister snorted earning a questionable look from her capitana “... we may share a name, blood relation, eye color and facial features but she's all Keira in her behavior... except for... competitiveness maybe... that she has from me too...”

“Oh please Lucia...” now it was the blonde spaniard snorted “... we all see the similarities between the two of you”

“Yeah... then watch them” Lucy smirked “Watch them closely Capi”

And that's what Alexia did – suddenly she saw what Lucy meant. You and Keira were in perfect sync. Your movement was one-to-one the same. Every time Keira stopped the ball with her right foot her shoulder would go with the move just as her hand turned outwards. Even without the ball at your feet you moved the except same way. Keira went on shifting her weight onto the left foot – you moving with her. Even when Mapí slightly pushed you to get to the ball you still kept the shadowlike movement of Keira. It was like you and Keira were connected with strings and whatever the blonde did you did as well.

“What...” Alexia looked shocked shaking her head lightly when the small game of kick around stopped and immediately you and Keira fell into the same position one hand on your hip the other one pulling the trainings shirt up revealing both of your abs as you wiped the sweat of your faces.

“Told you....” your sister grinned victoriously

“I never saw that” the blonde catalan still shook her head in disbelieve

“Hm... you never saw them on the pitch together” Lucy grinned as you shrieked as Mapí sprayed you with her water bottle after you squeezed said bottle hard while the Zaragoza woman took a sip resulting in the water just hitting the back of Mapís throat making her cough hard

“It started when Bubs was three and Kei and I just started dating...” your sister now had a soft smile on her lips watching as you ran circles around Marta and Ingrid trying to get rid of Mapí who was hot on your heels “... she became completely obsessed with Kei”

“What do you mean?” Alexia asked confused

“Sit down Capi...” Lucy grinned “... that's a longer story... and they'll be occupied for a little longer”

“Ehrm... I'm very sorry I'm late...” a young Lucy stuttered standing next to a table where Keira was seated looking sheepishly “... I tried to leave without her noticing but she... wouldn't let me.... and then I had to grab her stuff to... and parking around here is a nightmare and then she wanted to walk – she's good with walking but she sometimes forget that she only has two legs so she falls a lot and I didn't want her to look like a homeless kid so I made her walk slow... so yeah... I'm sorry”

“Phones do exist you know” Keira looked at Lucy with a raised eyebrow “... you could've called.. or texted”

“I... don't know where I put me phone” your sister said shyly knowing it sounds like a cheap excuse

“Hm...” the blonde opposite to her hummed as you – for the first time – lurked around Lucys legs taking a sheepish look at the girl

“I... would understand if you don't want to do that anymore” Lucy said a little uncomfortable gesturing around a little bit

“And pass on the chance to meet that little Miss? Absolutely not...” Keira now smiled waving her fingers at you making you hide behind your sisters legs again

“I see...” your sister cleared her throat “... you wanted to meet her from the start... I'm just your way in”

“Good to know we're on the same page” the blonde grinned at your sister and suddenly Lucy knew she was forgiven – this time

“So... you going to introduce us?” Keira asked smirking slightly

“Bubs...” Lucy said softly as she crouched down to be at your height holding your little hand in her big one “... this is Keira... can you say hi to her?”

You took a quick glance at Keira before you quickly shook your head hiding your face in your sisters neck who just chuckled

“I tried...” your sister smirked at her date standing back up taking you with her easily “... obviously she's not interested...”

“Hm... what a shame....” the blonde sighed dramatically “... looks like you get a shot in the end after all...”

“I'll make sure to thank her later...” Lucy kept smirking as she pulled out her chair sitting down you perched on her lap still hiding your face “... but I honestly don't know what's going on – normally she isn't shy at all...”

“She doesn't know me...” Keira smiled noticing the small shy glances you threw at her “... of course she's going to be shy”

“Yeah no... that's not her at all... she yelled yesterday at a pal who cycled past to fast – to fast for her liking... called him a twat” your sister snorted obviously proud

“I hope you told her that's a bad word” the blonde raised her eyebrows

“Hey... she didn't called him a wanker or a cunt....” Lucy lifted one hand in defense while she held you tightly to her upper body “... I think that deserved an Ice cream”

“Iwe cweam?” you suddenly perked up

“You had Ice cream yesterday...” your sister pointed out “... no Ice cream today”

“Wucy...” you whined disappointed

“No no.... we agreed on something” Lucy said “... you don't want your tiny teeth falling out do you know? You'll look like grandpa when he forget where he left his teeth”

“Noooooooo...” you said horrified your eyes wide

“See.... so two Ice cream a week... no more” your sister said firmly but Keira could see the playful glint in Lucys eyes “... now that you found your voice again... can you please show I thought you manners and say Hi to me friend Keira”

“Hi” you mumbled quickly immediately hiding your face again

“Bubs come on... you normally aren't like this” Lucy groaned making Keira chuckle

“It's okay Luce....” the blonde waved off “... ready to order?”

“God yes... I haven't had time to eat before coming here” your sister said quickly looking down at you “You hungry Bubs?”

“Mhm” you nodded against Lucys neck

“Okay... what do you want? You know... I'll just order something for you” your sister pressed a soft kiss to your hairline

“Bubs please” Lucy pressed catching your hand once again before you it can connect with the salmon on her plate “That's me food – can you please NOT hit it with your dirty paws?”

“It lookin so foft” you said in awe trying to touch it once again

“Stop” your sister said firmly and you knew you SHOULD stop but the soft looking rose colored fish was just too fascinating for your little brain and your hand moved on it's own accord towards your sisters food again

“Bubs” Lucy now scolded you angrily “Stop it.. NOW”

“It foft” you looked up tears forming in your eyes

“It's still food... we don't play with food” your sister said now holding both your little hands together by your wrist so you couldn't attempt to smash her food “... I happily let you try BUT we do not play nor do we smash food”

“No play... no smash” you wailed out but your sister was immune to your tears knowing it was just because she restricted your movements

“Stop the drama... you're worse than Sophie” Lucy rolled her eyes picking some salmon up with her fork offering it to you “Here... you wanna try?”

“Nooooo....” you wailed even louder

“Suit yourself...” your sister shrugged her shoulders “... you know them tears won't work on me”

“Ehrm... Lucy” Keira now spoke up “... maybe you should let her feel the consistency”

“Oh god...” Lucy snorted “... believe me.. she knows what salmon feels like... she's just hangry... hm...”

“What?” Keira looked alarmed at Lucys sudden smirk

“Hey Bubs... Keira has pasta... you want pasta?” your sister smirked her voice soft “... look... with tomato sauce”

“Excuse me” the blonde looked confused but you were already on the way of climbing over to her and if it wasn't for Keiras quick reflexes you certainly would have hit the ground as you slipped from Lucys leg

“Hi” Keira said bewildered as you got yourself comfortable in her lap

“Omao pafa” you squealed happily your hand already grabbing into the food

“No” the blonde quickly reacted grabbing your hand just like Lucy did minutes before

“But...” your lower lip already trembled dangerously

“That's very hot...” Keira said calmly “... we don't wanna burn our hands now do we?”

“Nu uh” you shook your hands while Keira let go of your hand again

“That's my good girl” the blonde smiled picking up some Pasta with her fork “... now... what do we do when something is hot?”

“Blow is cool” you said seriously

“Smart girl...” Keira held the fork in front of your face so you could cool the pasta down yourself

“You can't be serious” Lucy mumbled as she watched the interaction between the two of you

“I swear Capi... I should've known...” your sister looked smiling at Alexia “... I should've know in that second that whatever bond they were forming in that moment that it would be something special”

“It sound like quite the first meeting” the blonde catalan smiled

“I think Bubs fell in Love with Keira before I did...” Lucy snorted watching as you now sprinted next to Keira your stride basically one “... now thinking about it I'm pretty sure that she was so shy because she immediately fell in Love with Keira... as soon as the name “Keira” fell you could get basically anything from Bubs”

“Bubs...” Lucy yelled down the hallway “... hurry... we promised Keira to pick her up from the station”

“I is coming” you shouted back your voice strained with stress as you quickly finished your present for Keira grabbing the piece of paper quickly running down the corridor towards your sister

“What's in your hair... is that glue??” your sister looked slightly disgusted

“It pwesent fo Keiwa” you said proudly showing Lucy your paper that was covered in glue, paint, glitter and stickers

“Lovely” Lucy mumbled pinching the bridge of her nose before pulling a ManCity hat over your glittery gluey head “Come on.... we don't have time to clean you up... we just stick you in the bath later”

“You no like?” you asked a little hurt

“It's super amazing” your sister said smiling widely even if just wished to get you clean right now “... I bet Keira will be so happy and thankful for your thoughtful gift”

“It you and Keiwa an Is an Tato and Manity and...” you started to explain your masterpiece while Lucy started to gently push you out of the door

“It really is...” Lucy said as she closed the door behind her “... something”

“KEIWA” you yelled happily seeing the blonde exit the train station

“Oy... stop yelling” your sister scolded you grabbing the hood of your jacket before you could start to run off “... she saw us already”

“Keiwa” you said still a little bit louder than inside voice but now quiet yelling trying to run towards her just to be held back by your sister

“Wait” Lucy said calmly “... we don't just run on the road... what do we do?”

“Lookn lefts and righfts” you said your whole body trembling with excitement

“Well... then do so” your sister told you and you quickly did as she said “.. come on Bubs... do better”

“But Wucy..... Keiwa” you whined

“Then take your time to LOOK and if no car is coming you can go” Lucy rolled her eyes “In fact if you'd stop doing half assed things you'd be already over there”

“Otay” you sighed and took a good look left and right making sure no car was coming “... no caws...”

“See... sometimes invest some time to do it properly so you don't have to do it again” your sister said smiling slightly “... off you go...”

“Keiwa” you started to take off basically throwing yourself at the blonde

“Hey Bitsy...” the blonde caught you easily chuckling “... have you been good for Luce?”

“Mhm” you nodded smiling widely as Keira placed you on her hip picking up her bag again

“Don't believe her... she was a complete maniac” your sister said grinning as she reached the two of you taking the bag from her girlfriend pressing a soft kiss to her lips

“I is no manitac” you complained loudly making Lucy and Keira snort successfully ending the kiss

“Sorry I forgot... you're an angel” Lucy smirked poking your side making you squeal

“Ugh...” you three heard suddenly behind you making you look over Keiras shoulder

“Disgusting” you saw a elderly woman stare at you “You have to infect that innocent child with your diseases?”

“Excuse me?” Lucy asked and Keira as well as you could hear she's starting to get angry

“Your disgusting dykes” the woman spat at your sister who put herself between you two and that woman

“Yous listens old hags” you said making yourself bigger in Keiras arms “... my Wucy lovins Keiwa... Auntie Jill says people likes yous just needs a good fu...”

“Jesus” Keira exclaimed as she covered your mouth with her hand looking at you shocked

“See... see what you've done to that poor kid” the old lady spat

“And we're leaving” your sister said finally as she pushed Keira forward

“Bitsy....” Keira looked at you after Lucy strapped you into your childs seat “... you won't EVER repeat what your Auntie Jill said...”

“But...” you started

“No Bits... I'm serious.. you forget what your Auntie Jill said and I personally will have a word with your Auntie as soon as we're back to training” the blonde said strictly

“I mades pwesent for you” you mumbled teary eyed holding up your present

“Oh Bitsy” Keira smiled softly being touched by your action “... thank you so so much”

“Is Wucy and yous and Is and Tato and Mansity” you mumbled as Keira leaned into your space pressing a kiss to your forehead

“It is really beautiful Bits...” the blonde smiled “... you worked very hard didn't you”

“Mhm... jus the best fo Keiwa” you said quoting your sister

“Really? Just the best for me?” Keira smirks her eyes finding Lucys who sported a slight blush

“Wucy always says to Auntie Jill...” you told the blonde as usual using no filter

“Good to know” the blonde kept smirking you oblivious to it “But now let's get home... I can smell the glue in your hair”

“Bubs... bath time” Lucy declared as you entered home again after dropping Keira off at her home

“No” you pouted

“What you mean no? Yes... obviously yes... you're all sticky...” your sister sat you down on the little bench kneeling in front of you taking your shoes off

“I is no baf” you said nodding seriously

“Oh but I think you do... you're sticky and you smell” Lucy poked your sides slightly making you giggle

“I is no smelly... yous smelly” you shot back

“Excuse me little Miss??” your sister exclaimed shocked playing along with you

“You stinks” you stick your tongue out at her

“Oh you just wait..” Lucy suddenly snatched you from the bench throwing you over her shoulder making you squealing laughing

“Wucy nooooo” you squealed

“Lucy yeeesss” she mimicked you

“Keiwa no baf” you tried to make your sister see reason

“Really? That's your argument? That Keira hasn't taken a bath??” Lucy stopped in the middle of the hallway

“Yes” you said still hanging over your sisters shoulder

“Bubs...” your sister sighed pulling you forward until you were perched on her hip “... Keira is old enough to decide if she wants a bath or not.... you on the other hand fall under my responsibility”

“Keiwa baf here?” you asked hopefully

“No Bubs... Keira has her own flat with her own bath... she doesn't need to bath here” Lucy said calmly

“No Keiwa...” you started pouting your little arms crossed in front of your chest “... no Bubs”

“No Keira no Bubs?” Alexia bursted out laughing “She seemed to always be a strong minded character”

“This became such a catch phrase....” your sister groaned watching as you practiced one touches with Mapí

“What's a catch phrase?” Ona asked coming down the sideline freshly showered an changed

“Wait... it still works” Lucy grinned yelling over the field “NO BUBS...”

“.... NO KEIWA!!!” Keira and you yelled back simultaneously laughing loudly

“That's the catch phrase” your sister turned to her girlfriend pulling her down onto her lap “It was Bubs thing to try and get out of things when Keira wasn't involved...”

“Ah...” Ona said confused while Alexia just chuckled

“Apparently our Cariño found quite the liking as a young One in Keira” Alexia chuckled

“Bebita would do everything for Keira...” the freckled catalan rolled her eyes playfully “... no one can ever reach Keira... not even Lucy”

“Oy... not true...” your sister exclaimed pinching her girlfriends side

“Who did you call when she refused to go to the dentist when her cheek was all swollen up?” Ona looked down at her girlfriend expectantly

“Keira” Lucy mumbled

“And how long did it take Keira to get her to go to the dentist while we where trying to get her to go for how long.... days?” the small catalan questioned further

“Two minutes” your sister mumbled embarrassed

“So yes... Bebita does everything for Keira” Ona grinned knowing she won that little argument

“Yeah yeah” Lucy grumbled giving up

“Bubs... you gotta get up” Lucy said coming out of the Bathroom where she already finished

“No...” you grumbled cuddling further into the warmth of Keiras embrace “Keiwa still in bed”

“It's our off day...” your sister said a little annoyed “... you've got nursery day”

“No Keiwa” you started to argue tiredly “no nuwsy”

“Hun it's okay...” Keira now interrupted knowing this discussion would go on forever if she didn't put a stop on it “... I'll take her.. it's fine... I can grab some breakfast on the way back”

“No for God sakes...” Lucy grumbled pulling away the blanket partly so your small frame got uncovered “... you stay here... she's gotta learn...”

“Lucy” the blonde tried again knowing it got to Lucy that you were so fixated on her

“No... Kei seriously... I understand she likes you but she gotta learn that she can't use you like that” your sister said pulling you towards the end of the bed by your ankles

“No Keiwa...” you said strained holding onto Keiras Pjs pants (that the blonde quickly threw on last night as she heard you trying to get to the door handle of the bedroom successfully interrupting “adult time”) “... no Bubs”

“Did you get her to Nursery?” Ona snorted at the image that was forming in her head

“Kinda....” Lucy grumbled

“Keira had to go with you?” Alexia smirked knowingly

“As soon as I had her in the car it was... fine” your sister defended herself still remembering the absolute breakdown you had the second you realized Keira wasn't coming to nursery with you

“Fine...” Ona repeated trying to hold in her laughter

“She stopped crying after four hours...” Lucy mumbled “.... when Kei picked her up.... after they called us... to please get her”

That was it – Alexia and Ona bursted out laughing

“She also started to behave more like Kei...” your sister said “.... copying her moves and stands”

“Okay Bubs...” Lucy smiled at you “... it's just us for the weekend... no games.... no nursery... Kei went to her parents place...”

“Mhm...” you said deep in thoughts “I is don't fink so...”

“What...” your sister looked down at you as you turned on your heels marching into your room “Bubs?”

Lucy followed you confused to see you throwing your little dinosaur backpack on the bad grabbing random things squishing them into it

“What are you doing?” Lucy asked bewildered watching you squeezing a second teddy into the bag

“I is packing” you said as you grabbed your backpack dragging it behind you past your sister towards the front door

“Packing for what?” your sister came after you just as you started to put on your shoes – wrong way around but it's the thought that counted right?

“We goes Keiwa” you declared seriously

“Bubs...” Lucy spoke gently as she kneeled down so she could speak to you correctly “... Kei is in Rochdale... we're in Alnwick...”

“Ands?” you asked tilting your head a little your hands finding your waist – Lucy had to do a double take because for the first time your really looked like a mini Keira who you were standing there “... yous has caw... we cans dwive”

“No Bubs...” your sister kept her voice soft “... Keira is spending time with her Mum and Dad...”

“So we's spends time with Keiwa...” you said confident “... everyone wins – wins”

“That's not...” Lucy shook her head slightly at your logic “... how it works”

“Yous fink a little more” you said patting your sisters head starting to drag your backpack outside “... I is waiting outside”

“She... left you standing there after she told you you can play taxi so she could go see YOUR girlfriend?” now Frido asked confused who sat down behind the trio mid story

“Basically yeah” Lucy shrugged her shoulders

“And she packed her own bag?” the swede clarified

“Wait... what did she pack?” your sister mumbled to herself wrecking her brain “... AH... yeah... two teddies, a bag of crisps – don't ask me why she had a bag of crisps in her room, her draw doodle thingy and a single sock”

“And Henry” Keira pointed out as she helped picking up the rest of the trainigsgear that got left behind by the trainers so you could have some fun

“Yeah... and Henry” Lucy nodded her head “... her rock.. we found him on a market... it was a rock with a face painted on it and googly eyes... she loved that rock... until it disappeared somehow”

“A... rock?” Alexia asked confused thinking she misheard

“Yeah... a rock” your sister confirmed

“She is certainly... a character” the blonde catalan phrased carefully

“Oh she's an absolute nutcase...” Lucy shrugged her shoulders again “.... but she's a Bronze”

“Wucyyyyyy...” you complained loudly as your sister carried you over the pitch with fast stride

“No...” Lucy sneered and you whimpered in process

“You stay here and if I see you on the pitch again before training is over Y/n it will have consequences” your sister put your down at the sideline rather roughly

“Wucy” you whimpered but your sister was already on the way back to training which cause an absolute meltdown from your side making you cry loudly big tears rolling over your cheeks “WUCYY!!!”

“Luce...” Keira mumbled hating to see you so distressed and sobbing

“Keira no...” Lucy snapped “... if Maz wouldn't have reacted so quickly and pushed her out of the way that ball would've hit her straight in the head and she probably would've hit the post... she literally could've died if it wasn't for Maz”

“I understand that” the blonde said calmly “... but she doesn't.. she understands that she got pushed and then you got angry with her... talk to her... explain it to her”

“I will... I promise... but I can't at the moment” your sister said looking Keira straight in the eye

“I know you got scared Luce... I know you ARE scared...” Keira said softly her voice low your loud sobs still echoing over the pitch “... but so is she... I think it's best if you take Maz over with you so you can explain that Maz didn't want to harm her”

“Keira I could've lost her” Lucy said her voice breaking “... a half a second later and she would've been gone”

“But she isn't” the blonde pulled her girlfriend into a hug pressing her nose into Lucys neck “... she's still here and she needs her big sister now...”

“Okay...” your sister took a deep breath “... okay... yeah you're right...”

“I know I am....” Keira smirked “... we both know I'm always right except for when we're both wrong... than it's just you who's wrong”

“Yeah I know” Lucy grumbled lightly “Happy wife... happy life”

“I see you are able to learn...” the blonde teased before pushing her girlfriend towards you “... go”

“Hey Bubs” Lucy approached you cautiously

“Wucy” you sobbed heartbreakingly

“Come here Bubs” your sister sank to her knees opening her arms but you didn't move an inch

“Yous mad” you hick upped scared to put a foot on the pitch seeing that training was still going

“I'm not mad Bubs...” Lucy said gently “... I was scared... come here Bubsy”

“Nu uh... twaining no ous” you swallowed hard

“It's okay... you can come to me” your sister encouraged you smiling softly and she exhaled deeply when you came running into her arms holding onto her tightly

“You have to listen to me Bubs okay” Lucy mumbled against your hair “... you can't just go on the pitch when no one is looking... if Mary hadn't been so quick you could've gotten very badly hurt Bubs...”

“I is no wants ouchie” you sobbed into your sisters neck

“I know that Bubs...” your sister said calmly still hugging you tightly to her chest “... that's why I said you can't just come onto the pitch... you can come on the field after we done training and when Keira and I can have an eye on you”

“I is sowwy Wucy” you sniffed

“I know....” Lucy mumbled into your hair “... I'm sorry too Bubs... I shouldn't have just let you stand on the sideline I should've talked to you... I was just so scared”

“I is fowgive you Wucy” you said seriously

“Thank you Bubs... that's really nice of you” your sister chuckled through her own tears

After that incident you never stepped a foot on the pitch without Lucy or Keira calling out for you firstly. Their teammate quickly got sucked into the circle of your defenders many of them still to this day even tho you were a grown up by now – at least on paper you were. The Lionesses quickly became aware of the bond you shared with Keira always getting a jab in against Lucy joking her own baby sister is stealing her girlfriend. Lucy took it with humor knowing at the end of the day Keira would scream her name not yours.

“Eat your dinner Bubs” your sister pushed the plate in front of you for you to push it away again

“No” you pouted

“Yes...” Lucy rolled her eyes pushing the plate back to you

“I is no wanna” you crossed your arms again over your chest

“Bubs...” your sister groaned knowing exactly why you refused to eat

“No...” you said turning away now the attention from half the team on your little argument

“Don't say it” Lucy basically dared you

“No Keiwa...” you started making your sister groan

“NO BUBS” the team answered for you bursting out laughter as your sister let herself fall backwards against her chair in defeat

“What did you do now?” said blonde chuckled behind you just coming out of a short meeting with the head coach

“Wucy no nice” you explained a little upset

“I just tried to get some food into you – excuse me for caring” Lucy threw her arms up

“Lucy you know how it works... No Keiwa” Keira smirked smitten

“.. no Bubs... yeah yeah... I understood it the first 5000 times... no need to repeat it over and over and over again” your sister rolled her eyes just giving up

“So... Cariño always was so obsessed with Keira?” Alexia asked taking in your stride as you ran up to the ball just outside the box the sunset letting your skin shine golden

“Yeah...” Lucy watched as your shot hit the crossbar for you to just get under it absolutely belting it into the net doing a bicycle kick “... and honestly I couldn't have done it without Keiras help...”

“Eeh... you sap” Keira now emerged from the tunnel her hair still slightly damp from the shower your kit bag in her hand “... she needed you just as much”

“No seriously Kei... I think I never thanked you for putting up with us” your sister looked at her ex with a slight smile “Thank you”

“Nothing to thank me for Luce...” the blonde smiled back “... I've done it happily... but now I'm just as happy I only have to look after her... so... thank you Ona”

“Ehrm... 3 years aren't over... I could still give her back... guarantee and everything” the freckled spaniard grinned

“Ehrm no... guarantee just if some of her parts break and she's not usable anymore” Keira pointed out “Also... I told you you get her as you see her... later reclamations will not be considered or are a reason for refund”

“Maleït” Ona snapped her fingers grinning widely

“Oy... are you really talking about me like I'm some old car?” Lucy looked hurt

“I mean...” Keira snorted making an overall hand gesture

“Fuck you Walsh...” your sister grumbled “I take me Thank you back...”

“Oh really?” the blonde smirked

“Yes...” Lucy huffed

“Okay...” Keira chuckled as she whistled for you to finish up your bag already over her shoulder as she started to walk toward the carpark “... she has to get vaccinated on Friday... it's your weekend”

“WHAT??” your sister shrieked making everyone laugh “Kei wait... I didn't mean it... you know how thankful I am for your help... always was and always will be... please”

[alexa-yukiyu]

The apprentice’s apprentice (Roger pirates x reader)

Lesson 2: Monsters can be good

Prologue, Chp 1

A/N: totally din’t have this chapter in my drafts for three days ready to be edited and published but was to lazy to do it

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc character readers

They let out a happy huff, taking hold of a small dandelion that stood in the path, blowing out it's seeds and watching them fly off in awe

"Dokucha, don't lag behind!" Rayleigh called, looking back at the small child.

"I'm coming!" they yelled. Running towards the pirated, hugging his leg tightly as he took notice of a fast-approaching foe.

"Should we nip this right in the bud, Rayleigh?" Gaban called out as he pulled out his dual axes, an excited look on his face as he looked up at the blond.

"I think so." Rayleigh agreed, mirroring Gaban's actions as he, too, pulled out his weapon. But before he could call Dokucha to step back so he could engage with the Samurai, a call of his name caught his attention.

"Gaban! Rayleigh, Leave this one to me! I wouldn't want either of you to get hurt!" Roger cackled, running off to meet up with Oden himself.

"Capi is happy again!" Dokucha cheered, looking up at the sound of Rayleigh shedding his sword

"I swear he is more of a child than you are," Rayleigh called with a roll of his eyes. Glancing at his crewmate as he grabbed the child putting them on his hip.

"Get 'em! Capi!" Dokcuha hollered, clapping joyfully as the Captain quickly sent the man back with a single sword slash.

"Scoopah, Scoopah look! It's a monkey! A huge Monkey," They point out, pulling at the axe user's clothes and pointing at a fast-approaching figure, jumping from tree-top to tree-top until he met swords with Roger.

"Looks like it's starting," Rayleigh mused

"So it seems," Gaban grinned, putting the child down and crouching in front of them

"Dokucha, I need you to step away from the battlefield for a while; things are about to get dangerous around here; we'll come get you when things calm down."

"But I want to see Shans and Buggie! And I want to see Capi fight the monkey!"

"I promise you will get to see the two once we are done with this; as for the fight, you can't be too close, or you'll be caught up in it."

"But...

"No more buts, lass, or are you going to stay with me and away from those two for a week?" Rayleigh scolded

"No!" They cried

"Then go, you can find a high vantage point to watch the fight, alright? But not from here."

"Okey..."

-

Dokucha frowned as they watched the scene below them draped over Rayleigh's crossed legs, their body lying down on the ground face down as they kicked their legs, their head lying down on their crossed hands that laid on his thighs.

"Umm, Ayeigh?" they called as they rolled their body, straightening their arms slightly to hold themselves up so they could stare up at the man

"Hm?"

"I thought you said they were, umm, pilagin."

"Pillaging," he corrected, a similar frown growing on his face as he scouted the people below him

"They were supposed to, but it seems it has turned into a gift exchange instead," he mused

"Gifts are good, right, so we're friends!?" they beamed

"It's a little bit more complicated than that kid, but it is good, yes."

“Ne, Ray, can I umm can I go?” they mumbled, lifting themselves up completely, opting to sit in front of the man instead

“Go? You want to explore the place?” he questions, looking at the fidgeting child in front of them as they nod their head vigorously. He glanced at the exchange, once again measuring the risks the child could be exposed to.

“Pleasee!”

“Fine, but stay away from the exchange area, alright? We are on a ceasefire, but I still don’t trust these lads to measure their strength around you; I see you around them, and you’ll be done. Is that clear?”

“Aye, aye, sir!” they laughed as they attempted a sloppy salute, much to his amusement. As he wave them off, watching them disappear with a trail of laughs behind them

They followed a trail of lush foliage, observing every small plant that rose above the vegetation. Every now and then, they gracelessly grabbed some of the greenery and placed it on their satchel, only to repeat the process until they reached a small clearing devoid of any special or particular flora, with everyday grass covering the field. However, the disappointment at the absence of vegetation was quickly forgotten as Dokucha spotted something that could replace this loss: other children.

Dokucha grinned, watching as another child considerably older than themselves cradled a baby in his arms. The boy in question seemed to wear a particular piece of clothing that quickly caught their attention; it looked comfortable, allowing the boy plenty of flexibility as he threw the baby in the air over and over to get various laughs from the latter. Slowly, Dokucha dared to step closer to the couple, easily gaining the attention of the boy who hugged the baby close to him and ran off out of their eyesight, promoting the three-year-old to run after them only to stop in terror at what they found at the first turn.

In front of them stood a green-haired woman with a determined look as she pointed a sword towards them. However, it seems that a little child was not what the woman was expecting because as soon as she took Dokucha in, her eyes widened, and she fumbled to sheath her sword.

“I apologize! Young one! Momonosuke had said that he spotted someone, and I feared it would be an opposing pirate unaware of the cease-fire!” she hurriedly sputtered out

“Where do you come from? Where are your parents?” she questioned as she fussed over them, assessing them for any injuries

“I don’t have a mommy and daddy! My brothers and uncles take care of me!” they exclaimed proudly

“I see, and I suppose they are on the Roger pirates, yes?”

“Yeah!”

“Well, you are welcome to stay with us until they finish they’re pillaging! These are my kids.”

“It’s a baby!” they beamed, trying to take a peek at the little bundle in the boy’s arms, who leaned down slightly to allow them a view of the infant.

“Yes! That is Hiyori, and this is my boy, Momonosuke.”

“Awe, tiny baby!” they grinned fumblingly, carrying the infant.

“Toki?” A voice cut in, gaining the attention of the four, with the Kouzuki’s brightening at the stranger's voice.

“Oden! Over here!” called the woman, grinning as the daimyo entered the clearing. His face softened as he spotted his wife and children, pausing when they spotted the strange new addition to their little group.

“Huh? Who are you?” he questioned, looking down at Dokucha

“Dokusha”

“Dokusha?” he parroted, confused, leaning down as his wife approached him, talking to him in hushed tones, realization dawning on him; at the same time his grin returned to his face

“Bwahahaha, so it’s like that, is it?! If you don’t have any parents, why don’t you join our crew?! I am sure white-kishi will be more than ecstatic to have you!” he boomed

“Get away from them, you bastard!” a voice cut in with Oden easily avoiding a small dagger sent his way.

“Up, Up,” a voice muttered as hands enveloped them, gently lifting them into the familiar embrace of their brother, making haste as he made his way out of the clearing and back to their previous post.

“Shans!” they exclaimed, looking up at the red-head, waving at the clown who followed close behind them, frowning at the red hue that covered the young boy’s face, a confused pout growing on their face as upon being placed down, they promptly noticed the similar expression now present on the swordsman

“I’m sorry, Shans,” they cried

The two had sat down with the child and explained that they had simply been worried, as nobody seemed to have seen them upon questioning the others about their whereabouts. Once they spotted them about to be ‘kidnapped’ by the opposing crew, as they called it, they simply lost it and let their anger speak for them as they attacked Oden on sight. However, the two were smart enough to retreat. Once they were sure Dokusha was saved, it was clear that it was only because the samurai understood their plight that the situation had not escalated.

“It’s okay, Dokucha!” he chuckled, bouncing his legs to calm down the toddler

“We were just worried. I’m glad you’re okay, but you can’t just sneak off like that, alright?” he admonished them

“But I told Ayleigh!”

“You told them you were going to explore, not that you were going into the enemy’s side!” Buggy yelled, freaked out

“Oops?”

“Oops?!” Buggy parroted his face, blanched out as he realized how dangerous his actions had been and how close to being killed he was had the man not been as carefree as he was.

“Dahahha, come on, Buggy, I thought you wanted to teach the whitebeards a Lesson?!”

“Not like that, you idiot?! Did you see the size of that guy?! Not to mention, he’s actually walking after receiving a hit from the Captain! He must be a monster!” he cried

“Mr. Anvil is a Monster?!” they wailed

“Ah! Buggy, you idiot! You made them cry!” Shanks exclaimed as he grabbed Dokucha, turning them around on their lap to soothe them

“W-Wait Dokucha! It’s okay! They are no match for our Captain o-or Rayleigh! You need bigger monsters to beat a monster after all!” the clown stated proudly, only for his fussing to begin again as he noticed that his words had only worsened.

“Ayleigh and Capi are monsters?!”

“Alright, Dokucha, you can hang around here while we finish our lookout, or you can go find Rayleigh,” Shanks called as he lowered the child into a small rock that lay behind them

“No! I stay with Shans and Buggy!” They called as they ran to their legs, hugging them tightly

“Alright, Alright,” he sighed

Dokucha grinned, happy that they got to stay with them after having been separated for the three days the fight had gone on

“Buggie, who’s that?” they asked, staring at the men adjacent to the trio, who stood in a manner similar to the two boys'.

“Oh…they are from the Whitebeard pirates. Those are their apprentices, but that reminds me! Shanks, do you see the one with the hat?!”

“Yeah”

“I heard he didn’t sleep a wink during the cease-fire last night or the night before that!”

“Huh? Why not?”

“They say he’s never slept in his life!”

“What?! Is that even possible? Lucky guy”

“No sleep? He gets to have so much fun!” Dokucha calls with a smile

“I bet he gets to have twice the fun!” shanks added

“Twice the fun he says, what is wrong with you?! And don’t teach Dokucha that that’s not normal!”

“But he doesn’t have to sleep, Buggie! He gets to play and train all that time! I bet he’s real strong!” Dokucha piped up

“You’re spending too much time with this idiot Dokucha!” Buggy admonished with an incredulous look on his face

“You’re wrong, Buggie!”

“Alright, you two cut it out,” Shanks called as he picked up the child, who by now had raised tiny fists to engage Buggy

“Buggie started it!

“Did not!” he growled

“Stop!”

“Sorrey” They called as the boy gave them a small bonk on the head.

“Ne Shans, who’s that?” Dokucha called, pointing to the other side; following their finger, Shanks found a young man sitting on a rock, seemingly resting.

“Hmm? You mean Marco the Phoenix?”

“Phoenix?”

“It’s a type of bird, a mythical one,” he clarified

“A bird?!”

“Don’t think about it! You’re not going near him!” Buggy scowled, recognizing the glitter in the younger one’s eyes.

“Oey”

“Regardless, I forgot to get it to you earlier, but here, Dokucha,” Shanks called as he pulled a small wrapper from his pocket and extended it to the child, watching as they slowly wrapped their arms around it and pulled to them, a gleeful squeal, leaving them as they open the wrapper and set eyes on the chocolate inside

“I promised you a reward, right? You did great finding those Marines,” he praised, a gentle smile on his face as he rubbed their head, teasingly adding more force than needed, snickering as it slightly pushed the child around

“Hahaha! Thank you, Shans!” they grinned, taking a chump out of the rare treat

Yippe!!

Taglist:

@Imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

@hannahbarberra162

@epochal-oracle

[sattystars]

the funniest thing about qsmp for me is how q!foolish is such a cartoonesqued character. everything about him looks like he was taken out of a kid's old cartoon since lore events and even interactions with other islanders.

yesterday everyone was getting out of their ways so they could try to figure out what was going on with luffy, elena and cucurucho, but q!foolish had all the info q!bagi and q!phil needed to make a more precise theory about the situation because he's an actual federation agent, but he's so unapologetically unserious that nobody bothered to ask him later in the day. this guy has the capys magic powers in his hands, access to a lot of federation informations, insane building skills, FUCKING SHARK CUSTOM ARMOR and yet nobody would ever think he's a threat because he's just a silly guy living his best life with his daughter and grandson.

[sailornymph]

hello! could i request yandere! Bruno with a darling who is more powerful than him, stand wise and rank wise in Passione? reader is aware of his yandere tendencies and finds them a little cute and charming, while also being genuinely attracted to Bruno, but still puts their foot down when Bruno tries to interfere their work in Passione. how would Bruno be with a darling like that? would he relent or try to use other methods to try and limit how much darling does in Passione? tyty

boss of me; bruno bucciarati

synopsis — it should’ve been obvious that dating bruno bucciarati—the golden boy capo of passione—would come with complications. you just didn’t expect his obsession to be one of them.

content warning — yandere!bruno, work sabotage, possessiveness, jealousy, oral, light dubcon, makeup sex, bruno being so in love it’s actually scary

— he didn’t mean to fall for you, not when you were above his rank, not when your name was spoken in low, reverent tones in passione halls, but he did. the moment he saw you walk into that meeting room—long coat dusted with blood and eyes dead calm—he fell. hard.

— the jealousy started before you were even his. he’d bite his tongue when other men tried to flirt with you, even if he wanted to unzip their mouths shut. his eye would twitch every time you smiled at someone else. and when you started dating? god help anyone who dared look at you.

— he spoils you out of spite, jewelry, dresses, new weapons—whatever you need, whatever you want. even if you’re richer than him, stronger than him, more respected. it doesn’t matter. you’re his woman and his woman deserves the best.

— he hates that you’re stronger, but it turns him on. he dreams about being pinned under you—and dreams of pinning you down harder. your strength is infuriating. your strength is beautiful. your strength makes him want to ruin you just so he can build you back up.

— he absolutely brings you to meetings just to show you off. he’ll lean back in his chair with his arm around your waist, eyes daring anyone to so much as breathe in your direction. you catch him glaring at waiters for saying miss too casually. he’s insane. you love it.

— the gang teases him relentlessly. “so… she wears the pants in the relationship, huh?” narancia says with a grin before flying face-first into a wall via zipper. they respect you. you’re terrifying. you’re hot. and they’re all a little scared of how whipped their boss is.

— he sabotages your work subtly—until he doesn’t. moves things off your desk. deletes an email or two. reroutes one of your lower-tier missions so you’re not in danger, but then he goes too far—interfering with your top-level assignments. missions that could have cost lives. that’s when you finally snap.

— he insists on makeup sex after every argument, even ones he started. no, especially those. he needs to reassert his claim. needs you puffy-eyed and breathless under him, saying his name like a prayer. only then will he calm down. only then.

— you noticed the obsession early. maybe the second week into dating, when a low-level soldier tried to hold your umbrella and bruno “accidentally” zipped his hand to the wall. or the first time he kissed you so deeply you forgot why you were mad. you’ve known. and you haven’t left.

— he doesn’t care what rank you are. you could be capo dei capi, or an actual devil, as far as he’s concerned, you’re just the woman he loves. and you’ll submit to him in the end. you always do.

— he uses strategic manipulation, not brute force. he doesn’t need to overpower you physically. he gets under your skin with intimacy, tenderness, and mind games. he knows every pressure point. every insecurity. every weakness. and he uses them with care.

— he talks about kids and a villa in naples like it’s inevitable. you haven’t even agreed to move in, but he has dreams of putting a ring on your finger, your signature on his last name, and a future soaked in blood and love.

— he’s already halfway living in your apartment. half his suits are in your closet. his cologne lingers on your pillow. your neighbors think you’re married. he wants them to.

— he says “mine” like it’s gospel. not in public, or in meetings. but in bed. when your thighs shake. when his zipper-teeth are buried in your skin. he chants it like a prayer. like a curse. like a truth older than the sea.

— he has no shame. if it means keeping you close, he’ll ruin your career. he’ll cripple your team. he’ll take a bullet. he’ll burn the world down—just to sit beside you as it turns to ash.

you should’ve known he’d be here. he wasn’t on the roster, he wasn’t needed, but the second you stepped into HQ, his cologne was in the air—amber, ruin, and danger.

he’s trailing behind you, black shoes echoing, voice calm, smile fake.

“bella. we need to talk.”

you don’t slow down. your heels click a sharp staccato against the marble, you refused to turn around, to stop — when you know what he’s done.

your door swings open, you step in, and he follows.

“don’t walk away from me when i’m talking to you.”

you feel his hand before you hear his breath—rough and warm as he grabs your wrist, spins you into his chest. your nose hits soft fabric. the zipper on his chest presses into your skin. your fists clench.

“let me go,” you snap, but he holds tighter.

“what exactly did you do, bruno?”

his eyes flash, but his voice stays low. “i moved a few things. you were overwhelmed—”

“you rerouted three of my missions, deleted half my intel, and reassigned my second-in-command without permission. you tampered with my rank-specific intel, bucciarati.”

his last name. you only use it when you’re livid.

he closes the door with a flick of his fingers.

zip.

your back hits it.

his palm slaps beside your head, caging you. “i did it because you never take a break, because you push yourself until you’re half-dead, and i love you.”

you shove his chest, but he barely moves.

“you don’t get to use love as an excuse to sabotage me.”

he smiles like a death sentence. “then what do i get to use?”

your mouth opens—only for him to seize your jaw in one hand and kiss you hard enough to bruise. his zipper unravels your blouse. your bra. your buttons.

“bruno—”

“quiet.” his voice darkens. “don’t interrupt me again.”

your office chair is behind you now. he’s pushing you down into it, unzipping his jacket, kneeling between your legs.

you glare at him. “this is supposed to be an argument.”

“it is.” his lips graze your inner thigh. “i’m proving my point.”

his mouth is hot, his tongue dangerous. he licks up every inch of your frustration, makes you arch against the chair, your hand gripping his hair.

“still mad at me, bella?” you don’t answer.

so he adds two fingers. crooked. slow.

“still stronger than me?” he curls them.

your thighs tremble.

he doesn’t stop until you’re wrecked, undone, clawing at your desk. only then does he rise—hard in his pants, eyes feral—and unzip his fly.

he takes you right there on your office chair, your legs over his shoulders, his zipper belt biting into your hip.

“you belong to me,” he groans against your throat. “i don’t care what your rank is. you’re mine.”

you don’t argue, you can’t, not with your mouth open around his name. he fucks you until the argument is a memory, until you forget what he did, until your voice is hoarse and your pulse is singing.

and afterward—after he’s cleaned you up and kissed your tears away—he lies across your lap, resting his head on your thigh.

“i’m sorry for crossing the line,” he murmurs. “but bella… you’ll always be mine and i’ll always come back for you. no matter how strong you get. no matter how far you try to run.”

you stroke his hair.

“i know,” you whisper.

because you’re not going anywhere.

not really.

not ever.

[woso-dreamzzz]

*Alexia and R needing Ingrid to babysit Maya and Elena but Tontos picks up the phone*

Tontos: Hey Capi, what’s up?

Alexia: Hey kid, are Ingrid and Mapi home?

Tontos: No, they took Cub, Sunshine and Skatt to the doctor. Want me to take a message?

Alexia: I need Ingrid to babysit the girls for me, can you ask her?

Tontos: I can babysit!

*R hears and starts shaking her head at Alexia*

Alexia: Oh that’s so sweet of you to offer, but you know Maya only wants her Tia Ingrid

Tontos: No! I’m good! I’m baby sitting Teeny and Bebita right now!

*teeny drawing on the walls and bebita trying to grab the knives from the kitchen block*

Tontos: You don’t even have to pay me! I’ll take really good care of them!

Alexia: *giving in* Okay, well that sounds great! We’ll see you tonight!

*r shaking her head and getting mad at her wife*

Tontos would probably spoil them so much more than Alexia and R

[cococomiskry32]

Heellloooo there!!!!! 💚🦎

This is an Intro Post about Me!!!

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☘️My (preferred) Name(s): Remi, Wilkie, Cole

☘️Nicknames: Coco, Fizzy, Star & Willie

☘️My URL is pronounced: coco-cum-iss-kree 32

☘️I'm Irish ^^

☘️ I'm a cancer (zodiac)

☘️I'm very Gay so here are my sexualities!!!: I'm Abrosexual, demiromantic & asexual

☘️ I'm Boyflux!! :) (and a femboy)

☘️My Pronouns Are: He/they/xe

☘️IF I AM GONE FOR A WHILE AND YOUR CONCERNED THEN TALK TO @quinnfartingpants (if im gone for 1-2 weeks with no explanation)

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Here's Some Other Stufff

💚 My Favourite colour is Pastel Lavender

💚 I'm an INFP-T

💚 I use IbispaintX for Art & animations and Capcut for editing

💚 Probably Autistic

💚 Deffinitely has undiagnosed RSD like 132% chance

💚 I have severe molluscophobia and heliophobia

💚 I am a fennec, red & cross fox therian :3

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I Have Other Blogs!!!

🥑 @ coco32-stufff my arttt

🥑 @ari-autumn-and-indieee-lol my persona and OC's blog

🥑 @fizzzyyy new blog so not that much stuff :')

🥑 @heavells-corprate-officail gimmick blog :3

🥑 my super secret blog

🥑 @remis-spam-account-32 spamming stuff for notes goals

🥑 @reblogging-satan-officals-art literally the url

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I have Tags!!

🪴 #cococomiskry32 is just posts 🪴 #coco32 is my art

🪴 #remi rant is my rants 🪴 #remi the gay rat is my gay posts 🪴 #5yo trans boy is my voice reveal progress (its finished btw)

🪴 #coco is going insane again is my shitposts

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I am in other placesss!!!

💚Spotify

💚Magma

💚My MsM friend code (mobile): 1056885766GK

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Stuff I Like!!

☆ The Owl House ☆Murder Drones ☆ Chikin Nugget ☆JVKE ☆ NOAHFINNCE ☆ Spotify☆All Animals Except A Few☆Art☆Comics☆Coco, my dog ☆Pokémon☆ My Little Pony☆ Pangolins☆ Nassie☆ My OCs☆Moots☆Phenicfox☆My Singing Monsters & My Followers!☆

Some Songs I Like At The Moment ^^

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Anywaysss.. My Moots!!!

♡ @comicube (really cool) ♡ @acipenser-baerii50 (FISHYYY)

♡ @pocketzsandy (My Child and is making a game.. WhAt tHe fUcK?! Dats cool)

♡ @foxybroo (MY CHILD AND MY BESTIIEEEEE) ♡ @colequette (My Child and really great person)

♡ @xneolivia (just.. just a (beautiful) fag) ♡ @saz-12 (Omg so cool wtf?!)

♡ @ox1ded (really cooool) ♡ @vandalizingyourschool (capybara CAPYBARA!!! Capy capy capy baraaaaa and bestieeee)

♡ @luckybeansy (my child, bestie and *cough cough* hostage)

♡ @foggyeyezz (uhhh idkkkk... a frog..?) ♡ @salandit-says-no (Gotta catch em all)

♡ @lunarcat982 (underachiever) ♡ @twisterino10 (bothkisser)

♡ @cool-lesbian-is-here (needs to drink water) ♡ @frankiefridayyy (my Ultra cool bestiee)

♡ @iiiidiotnathanieliii (bestiee) ♡ @the-chaos-gang (hewwo there from Ari)

♡ @justa-opossum (has too many children to count) ♡ @dakotaonpawz77 (really cooool!!) ♡ @etherealjellyfishenby (bestie & is obsessed with Hunter, the owl house which is relatable) ♡ @locothewolf (flint and steeeeeeel) ♡ @quinnfartingpants (my irl bestie who's weird) ♡ @rosemations (fellow Irish person :D) ♡ @tgirl-bagel (fellow Amity lover) ♡ @lord-of-those-who-follow (new moot) ♡ @wondersoftheimagination (wondersofthecock is still stuck in my autocorrect cuz of him) ♡ @nerpdatwerp (my wife's partner) ♡ @child-of-the-super-nova (kindaa forgot to follow them)

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My family!!

🦖 @etherealjellyfishenby (my wwiiffee.. hhuusssbannddd uhh idk my wedded partner /p)

🦖 @xneolivia (My wife/spouse /p)

🦖 @n3no-fruta55 (My Sister)

🦖 @colequette (my child)

🦖 @pocketzsandy (My daughter)

🦖 @foxybroo (My Bloop/child)

🦖 @luckybeansy (my kid)

🦖 @locothewolf (my daughter)

🦖 @quinnfartingpants (my child)

🦖 @this-fag-is-on-fire (My son-in-law)

🦖 @thedamsolangelofan (My child-in-law)

🦖 @cool-lesbian-is-here (my daughter-in-law)

🦖 @reminewbrongrandson (grandchild)

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And I Have 112 Followers!!!! :D *cough cough* follow *cough

(This will Be Updated)

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User Boxes By: MEE :D (pleassseee pleasee pleaseee usee ittt)

[freakysaken-headcanons]

capi here.

all i imagine from all my hcs is charlotte and c00lkidd playing cards while all three of their parents bang next door.

their like playing go fish while 007n7 gets his back blown out.

oh yea freaky thingg uhh.

- daisy likes to see her mans make out with each other, she will tell them what to do during as well, if they aren’t ready for the strap after that, shes disappointed in herself /silly.

- 007n7 has little to no gag reflex, its become a challenge between guest and daisy. if you make the burger man gag you win and the loser has to drive the kids too school that week.

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[meazalykov]

redirection VII

esmee brugts x reader

last chapter: redirection VI

next chapter: redirection VIII

being nominated for golden girl was a surprise.

a month after the beach hangout with esmee, its october. i got the news that I've been nominated for the award along with salma, esmee, vicky, and giulia.

I have a feeling that esmee or salma will win it. the both of them are excellent here at barcelona, and they have a world cup campaign to back up their votes.

I didn't.

but little did I know, many people were hoping that I'd win. tons of support has came my way because of my season with the club so far.

each game I've played in, an assist or a goal was attached to my name. my dribbling skills and speed has helped the team with scoring through the toughest defense that another team might bring.

at halftime against atletico madrid, everyone wasn't in the best mood.

the score is 0-0 and nobody has managed to get close to scoring. jona has faith in us, but we were frustrated about scoring a goal. I knew that the atletico players were relieved about not conceding a goal yet.

as I stood by the doors on the dressing room, eager to head out on the pitch to play again, I felt a hand on my right shoulder.

turning my head, esmee gives me a small smile before pulling her hand away. this makes me relax as I follow patri out onto the pitch, with esmee following behind.

esmee was out on the pitch with me since we started together. jona put me on the left-wing and esmee as left-back.

the game starts again and in the 54th minute, patri shoots to score a goal. however, the goalkeeper hits the ball away with her hands instead of catching it.

the ball rolls towards me-- I am standing outside of the box on the left side so I kick the ball towards the goal.

the ball isn't stopped as the ball goes under the goalkeepers legs. the goal is 1-0 as i turned to patri with my hands in the air.

patri runs into my arms and the rest of the team on the pitch come to hug me.

esmee saved herself for last. I hug her tightly as my hand rests on her shoulder.

"that's my golden girl!" esmee mumbles into my ear.

that caused my stomach to melt and my face burned with shyness, however I rolled my eyes playfully-- knowing where she was going with that.

"you're the golden girl-- not me!" I say as I pull out of her embrace and run back into position.

as a smirk is plastered on my face, I look over to see vicky and bruna on the bench giggling. at first, I would've assumed that they're laughing about their own jokes.

that's until vicky started to make kissy faces.

"grow up!" I mouth to the kid on the team as salma prepares to kickoff the game again.

thirty minutes later, the game ends in a 1-0. this wasn't our best, but I know that we will achieve more next game.

"hey capi." I walk over to Alexia, who displays a forced look of content on her face. she was putting the last few toiletries in her gym bag after taking a shower, so she looked at me over her shoulder with a small smile.

"hey nina, great job on today." she turns around and gives me a hug. my face warms at her compliment, alexia tried her best to never let her inner-emotions show around the team.

"thank you. you did great today too." I placed my hand on her right arm as she smiles.

"I know this doesn't have much to do with the game but remember when olga asked about the recipe for the smores dessert I gave you guys a few weeks ago? I have it in my bag if she wants it." I say.

it might've been funny to mention this after a game, but I knew alexia needed the tiny distraction.

"oh yes yes yes! I can have it." she walks behind me as I go over to my bag, pull out a paper with the printed instructions and handed it to her.

"thank you!" Alexia says as she looks over the paper.

"hola! why can't I have one?" patri says from her locker. she stands up and jogs over to look at the paper over ale's shoulder.

"patri you've never tried this dessert." I giggle.

"yes but from the looks of this paper it looks good, I want some." patri says.

"what are we looking at!?" I heard Vicky's voice speak.

a group of salma, vicky, bruna, and esmee walk into the dressing room, seeing patri and alexia reading over the white document.

"oh no." I mumble. this caused a giggle to come out of alexia.

"this is good! who's receta is this?" vicky looks at Alexia, who looks at me with a devilish look.

"maybe I should've gave olga that personally..." I sigh and alexia smiles.

"bruna, esmee, come read this-- doesn't this sound delicious?" salma waves the two girls, who stood by the door, over to read over the small recipe.

my eyebrows knitted together at this, I thought smores were a thing here in europe. well, of course its an ice cream treat that involves it-- but nonetheless.

"is it the sa-mores treat?" esmee smirks at me. my heart warms as I nodded my head with a giggle.

salma, vicky, and patri snap their heads to look over at esmee--who walks over to stand beside me in front of them.

"esmee, you've already tried this?" salma asks.

"why are you surprised? of course esmee tries her girlfriends desserts." vicky casually says.

my jaw drops as patri and salma burst out in laughter. esmee blushes as alexia gives us her signature smile-- amused at the situation.

"okay okay-- you guys can come over to my apartment and I'll make some for the entire team tomorrow night, deal?" I laugh as i take the paper from patri's hands, giving it back to alexia for olga to have.

"deal." salma smirks, not ignoring how you-- or esmee- didn't deny or get defensive over the girlfriend claim by vicky.

next chapter: redirection VIII

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