Lynn's Little Life

Requests: CLOSED Commissions: OPEN Keep everything SFW, this is a safe space! Focusing on agere, or age regression! Little! Reader inserts :3

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And to preface, the reader can be a little, or the characters can be little but I will lean more towards reader being the little. 

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(In Alphabetical Order)

Adventure Time

Arcane 

Attack on Titan 

Be More Chill 

Beetlejuice 

Black Butler

Creepypasta

Criminal Minds

Danganronpa 

Dead by Daylight 

Death Note

Doctor Who

FNAF 

Fire Emblem (Awakening or Fates)

Food Fantasy 

Fruits Basket 

Fullmetal Alchemist (Brotherhood) 

Future Diaries 

Genshin Impact 

Horror Movies/Series 

Kagerou Project/Mekakucity Actors

Love and Deepspace

Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice 

Mystic Messenger 

No Game No Life 

Obey Me: One Master to Rule Them All/Nightbringer 

One Piece 

Osomatsu-San 

Ouran High School Host Club 

Overwatch

Sherlock (BBC) 

Shugo Chara 

Spy x Family

Stardew Valley 

Steven Universe

Supernatural 

TMNT 

Twisted Wonderland

Vocaloid

Your boyfriend

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Writing Paused

I made a massive mistake on my other page, and I need to give people time to recover. I need the time as well, and I'm sorry for anyone who may have been hurt by my story on the other page.

[lynnslittlelife]

I saw your requests are open and was wondering if you could write Sebastian Michaelis x little!reader daily routine or just anything you feel comfortable with! Please and thank you

Of course, hun! He would be such a good caregiver, and no one could change my mind about that. It's always fun to write for him, and thank you for requesting for him :D

I hope you enjoy <3

Word Count: 1,235

Sebastian was ordered months ago by Ciel, to take care of your needs. While Ciel may have been the one to directly order him…he really did enjoy taking care of you when you were little. He seemed almost EXCITED when you’d become little occasionally. Ciel was still a child himself, but he was far off from how you acted. It baffled Sebastian at first, for sure. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t accepting of it. 

Perhaps it was Ciel knowing you’d struggle doing your regular chores throughout the manor, or perhaps he did just want you safe. He respected all of his staff, and wouldn’t want you getting hurt, right? So it only made sense for him to order Sebastian to look after you since you’d struggle to do it yourself. Afterall, someone in a child-like mindset wouldn’t be safe if things took a turn for the worse. 

Sebastian had noted yesterday that you were showing some of your usual signs of slipping into little space, even if you brushed it off initially. He had mentioned it to Ciel, who agreed to let Sebastian be the one to wake you in case the morning would show just how little you’d gotten overnight. Even when Sebastian pulled back the curtains, he could tell. It was impossible to hide things from the butler, so it wasn’t much of a surprise you were read so quickly.

“Come along now, we have a full schedule today.” He said in an official manner, walking over to your bed and pulling the covers back enough for you to see the sunlight coming in through the window. “Get up little one, you can’t sleep in here forever.” His tone was softer than it usually was, and you saw the traces of a genuine smile on his face when you looked up at him. 

“...no.” You mumbled, a pout on your face mixed with the exhaustion of being woken up so suddenly. He usually didn’t like when you’d say no, but he looked nearly amused at the word instead of upset. “Too tired dada…” You whined, trying and failing to pull the covers back over you.

He hummed, faking a look of being deep in thought. “I suppose…that just means we’ll have to reschedule your tea party with your guests…I do hope they won’t be too upset.” He sighed, pulling out one of your toys from behind his back. “I’m sorry, but they’re simply not up for it today.”

You gasped, jolting awake and reaching for the bear, “No! No, no! Tea party, tea party!” You whined, stretching your arms out to try and grab your dear friend. “I sorry!” You nearly looked in tears, but smiled and cuddled the toy when he finally handed it to you. 

“We still have to get some preparations done before the party, don’t we?” Sebastian said, extending his hand to you in order to help you out of bed. “The tea isn’t prepared, nor are the snacks. Let me get you dressed, and we can prepare for another lovely tea party.” He smiled, grinning wider when you took his hand. 

He glanced at you, noting your sleep wear before grabbing a clean change of clothes. Sebastian was always prepared for every scenario, and even had a large section of your closet filled with little clothes for when you got like this. He grabbed one of your favorites, and carefully helped you get dressed. It was a bit difficult, given you wouldn’t put the bear down long enough for him to get you in the clothes, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle.

You held his hand as he led you to the kitchen, and you wondered where the others had gone. They never seemed to be around when you were little, and hoped maybe some day they’d be there for a tea party! But right now, your mind was far more focused on getting ready for the one you’d hopefully have soon. Sebastian liked to make you prepare some aspects, while always being cautious to keep you away from anything that might be dangerous. 

Much like now, where he prepared the tea and snacks, but let you decorate them however you wanted. You stuck your tongue out slightly, focused entirely on the task at hand. The icing was always fun to use, and you turned back to your dada with a wide smile at all your hard work. “Look! Look!” You beamed, pointing at the decorated snacks with sparkling eyes. 

He chuckled, looking intently on the snacks. “Very good, little one. Your friends are sure to love these.” He patted your head, and you bounced in place at the praise from him. “Now, do you think you’ll be able to carry the snacks all the way back to the playroom without eating any?” He raised an eyebrow, but still smiled warmly. 

You nodded eagerly, picking up the plate carefully and skipping next to him until you reached your play room. Before you could run to the table, he placed a hand on your shoulder to stop you from potentially dropping all of the snacks you’d worked so hard on. 

“Remember, we have to be careful. You don’t want to ruin your friends' snacks, right?” Sebastian's voice was soft, not being cynical or rude, but simply aiming for you to be gentle with things like a breakable plate. The last thing he wanted was for you to get hurt. He really couldn’t stand when you cried, knowing it was something he could have prevented. 

“Okay dada!” You said eagerly, walking much more carefully towards the table. You gasped, seeing all your friends from your room sitting in their own respectful chairs. Just when did he have time to bring them here? He was with you all morning and you were SURE that you saw them before he brought you to the kitchen…but oh well. They were here now and that’s what mattered. 

Before long, the tea party had officially begun. Sebastian sat next to you, placing his hands over yours to help you pour the tea into each of their cups. While usually it would be imaginary tea, he never did so. He hated wasting drinks, but he also wanted to make sure you were entirely happy. And if that meant wasting some food or drinks here and there, he could always make more in an instant. 

You joked, and laughed and often looked up to your dada besides you to make sure he was having fun at the tea party too. This was a regular thing, to have tea parties and play pretend with him when you were little like this. He was far more strict when you weren’t in little space, but seemed to understand that too much structure could be overwhelming. It was also different with Ciel, but he could certainly handle far more dangerous and stressful situations better from years of practice. 

And afterall, it warmed Sebastian’s heart to be called dada. It was special, and he wanted to respect your trust in him. The tea parties usually last all day, but he didn’t mind. He got to spend time with his little one, and see that childish and adorable grin on your face just from spending time with him. The regular work tasks could wait…for now, seeing your face light up each time you looked at him was far more than enough. 

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TWST Masterlist

It's Naptime. Now. - Papa! Leona x/& Little! Reader

[lynnslittlelife]

can i request caregiver leona kingscholar from twisted wonderland with little reader and them going to take a nap together

Absolutely! He's always been my favorite in TWST so I'm glad I got to write a cute little moment with him <3 I hope you enjoy hun and thank you so much for requesting!

Word Count: 1,343

Leona wasn’t the most observant person in the world…but he noticed the things that mattered. Especially when it comes to you. He knew all your tells, when you were getting overwhelmed, stressed, or even just excited about something quietly. But he did always seem to know just when you were slipping into your little space. While it was practically unnoticeable to those around you, he always knew. He even did research about little space, not that he’d ever tell you that. He just cared for you, and wanted to know more about you whenever he could. 

Today was one of those days he could tell you were slipping. But not just that. You were exhausted. The classes seemed to drone on, and you even gave a wrong answer a few times in class because you either couldn’t pay attention, or were slipping into a smaller mindset…or perhaps even a mixture of both. Leona would glance over at you, something subtle and just out of the corner of his eye. No one else seemed to notice, only making a slight laugh simmer in the classroom. 

When it was finally time for your classes to be over for the day, he pulled you aside when everyone else had left the classroom. Sometimes he just looked at you as if he knew everything, and it worked well most of the time. It made you blabber, not wanting to indulge in awkward silence in many capacities. But you were trying to figure out what to say, opening your mouth before closing it again. The words weren’t coming out, even as he leaned a bit closer as if to study your expression. 

After several moments of you staying in silence, he sighed. “What’s my name?” He spoke like he knew exactly what you were gonna say, but still asked to confirm. It made you squirm in place, trying to look away from him. He tilted your chin up to look at him, and the corners of his mouth twitched just slightly on his otherwise stern face. “Come on. Say what you call me. What’s my name?” His voice was soft, but he knew one thing for certain…

Your shoulders raised, and your eyes gleamed with a mixture of emotions. You knew it, too. But you couldn’t say anything. Even with how hard you were trying to, the words weren’t forming. You’d been trying to hold off your little space all day, and it was clear that he knew it too. You wanted to say his name, call him Leona like you did when you were big. But it felt…wrong. Like it wasn’t truly what you wanted to call him right now. 

He shook his head, saying softly, “It’s okay. I know you’re tired. And I know you’re trying to put up a brave face, but it’s just us now, okay? No one is here to see or make fun of you.” He scratched on top of your head, leaning forward and giving you an expression that showed his underlying tenderness towards you and you alone. “So say it. What’s my name?” 

You tried to hide away, but it was clear he wasn’t about to let that happen. You wanted to fight it off, you really did. It was just the two of you, though. And after a long day of holding it back, you knew you couldn’t anymore. The word came out soft, shy even. “Papa…” It was barely audible, but it made him give you a soft “I knew it” smile, and made you pout briefly at him. 

“Yeah. I figured.” He chuckled, and picked up your school bag along with his own

before gently guiding you out of the classroom by the small of your back. He glanced over at you repeatedly, noting how you were nibbling on the sleeve of your shirt idly. It made him smile, but he turned his head just enough to the side so that you couldn’t see it. It always warmed his heart to see you like this, and knew you were only so quiet because of how draining the day was. 

Often you’d run around his room, playing and dancing while you begged him to play with you. He’d never be caught dead playing with toys for children, but for you? He’d do it in a heartbeat. Even if he wasn’t as good as you were about the pretending aspects of it all. With you being as quiet as you were, he knew you were probably just as tired as he was…and that said a lot. 

Your classes for the day ended relatively early in the day today, so there would be plenty of time for a nap before he got you both dinner. He let out a soft chuckle as you glanced over at him, wondering where he was taking you. You’d walked past the door to head to your own dorm, so it left you wondering if he was gonna bring you to his dorm house this time. The expression on your face was too cute, and he took his hand away from your back to poke your cheek. 

“Yeah, yeah. You think I’d leave you alone in that dorm with Grim when you’re like this? That little sh-uh…cat will just make things worse. I know you like to play with him, but you’re with me for the day, alright?” He sighed, barely catching himself from saying something you definitely shouldn’t be hearing. You didn’t seem to notice it, and left him relieved while mentally scolding himself for nearly saying that in front of you when you were small like this. 

Even your voice sounded tired when you replied. “Papa’s room!” It was breathy, and you immediately yawned after finishing those two words that seemed to exhaust you just like that. Still, you shook your head and tried to think of what you would play when you reached the room. It was exciting, but you just couldn’t focus for some reason. It had you scrunching your nose and pouting slightly until you reached his room. 

“Alright,” He said, tossing the bags down by the door before locking it. “It’s nap time. Now.” He knew exactly what your response would be, and had to struggle to keep his smile contained when he saw the baffled look on your face. 

“No! Play time! Papa time!” You whined, shrugging his hand off you before trying to make a run for your toys in the corner. 

Your papa knew exactly what to expect when he said that. And before you could take even a single step away from his side, he wrapped his arm around your middle and lifted you into his arms. “Nope. Papa’s tired. We can play when we wake up.” He teased lightly, “It would make Papa happy if you’d cuddle with him while he slept.” He raised an eyebrow, knowing while you “didn’t like sleep,” you did love cuddles. Besides, he knew the second you laid down you’d be practically passed out. 

You pouted as he carried you, but nodded. You did want Papa to be happy…even if you didn’t wanna sleep. But cuddles always sounded nice…though you tried to keep the pout on your face in protest even as he laid down beside you. 

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and eased you on your side to rest a hand on his chest. You poked his chest a few times, wanting to play but wanted to make him happy even more. “I’m not gonna sleep. But Papa can sleep.” You huffed, yawning against his shoulder as your eyes fluttered closed. It was hard to justify how tired you were, especially with how badly you wanted to play. 

Before you knew it, both of you were sound asleep on the bed. Cuddles usually ended this way, with both of you sleeping in each other’s arms. He knew you’d wanna play when you woke up, so for now he’ll enjoy the peaceful moment of his favorite person close to him. Besides…he did promise to play, didn’t he?

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Brook's Little

We love our good skeleton man! And he truly does have the full potential to be even more caring than he already is. It was a lot of fun to write this one, and I hope you guys can enjoy it as well <3

Word Count: 1,158

You hadn’t stopped crying for nearly an hour…and Brook felt awful that he couldn’t figure out why. He’d tried everything he could think of. He patted your head, he made sure you’d eaten, he’d tried playing music, and even tried to bring you some of your favorite toys. He was out of his element in this regard, and it baffled him that he simply couldn’t figure out why you were crying. Normally he always knew what was bothering you, so this was entirely unexpected. 

Luckily the rest of the crew was out and about at the island you’d docked at, he would only feel worse if you cried in front of everyone. He wasn’t embarrassed by it in the slightest, he’d never be embarrassed over anything you’d do. It was more so he didn’t want the crew to think he was the one that did something so wrong it left you crying all this time. He was beating himself up over it, and kept trying to do everything in his power to fix it. 

He sat next to you on the floor, reaching out to try and wipe your tears, but he didn’t want to overwhelm you even more. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?” He asked, voice soft as it portrayed just how hurt he was just by seeing you hurting. “I want to fix it! But I don’t know what you need…” The last few words were mumbled, and gentle enough that it almost covered up the fact that he didn’t feel like he was helping in the situation. 

Despite his words, you kept crying. The tears fell down your face, and you didn’t know how to tell him what was wrong. In fact, you weren’t even too sure yourself why you were so upset. Too many big emotions, and none of them made sense in your little mind. So instead of responding you kept crying. You weren’t quite wailing, but you definitely weren’t simply letting out a quiet sob. You sniffled, rubbing your eyes on your sleeve as you tried to figure out what was wrong as much as he was trying to. 

It wasn’t until you yawned that it all clicked for him. His jaw dropped entirely, and he ended up slapping himself in the face. You were TIRED. Of course that was it. Somehow he’d forgotten how you got when you were too tired, his mind going through every possibility imaginable but the one true issue just from seeing you cry. “It’s okay!” He called, scooping you into his arms and running as quickly as he could to your bedroom. 

He ran with urgency, wanting to make sure you’d stop crying. He hated seeing you cry more than anything, and he felt awful that he didn’t realize the problem sooner. “I’m sorry little one!” The words came out in a noise that resembled a squeak as his bones rattled with each step. “We can put you to bed, okay?!” He rushed out his words, eager to solve the problem and prevent you from crying further. 

As soon as he closed the door with his foot, he walked much slower and laid you down gently on the bed. He shushed you, patting your head and tucking you in carefully. Before you could reach for your favorite stuffed animal, he’d already placed it in your arms. It was clear you didn’t entirely want to go to bed, but the soft mattress was enough to make your eyes flutter sleepily. It was just so comfy…

You tried to sit back up, but he placed a firm hand on your shoulder. It made you whine, but you were far too tired to put up much of a fight. The sight made him smile…as much as he could. He pulled up a chair and sat next to the bed while holding your hand. You tried to reach for him, and it only left him laughing more. 

“I’d love to cuddle, but we both know what you need to fall asleep.” He’d have rolled his eyes playfully if he could, but instead shook his head in adoration. “If I don’t play your favorite song we both know you’d be up all night.” Another laugh, and he gently pried his hand out of yours to pick up the violin by the bedside table. 

His hand leaving yours had you let out another whine, but you paused at the sight of the violin. Finally, for the first time in over an hour you smiled. It warmed his heart entirely, seeing you happy after such a long time of being upset. He trailed his fingertips along your cheek, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle. Shifting his hand, he wiped all the tears from your cheeks before poking your nose. 

It made you giggle even more, and you shuffled to lay more comfortably on the bed. Seeing him play music was always fun, no matter what mindset you were in. So being able to hear it after being so sad made your whole world better. You watched him with anticipation as he checked each of the strings, and cuddled your stuffed animal closer to your chest. It seemed all worries were forgotten as soon as you’d been put into bed, eagerly waiting for him to play the lullaby he made specifically for you. 

You yawned even before the song started. But just before he began playing, he spoke softly. “Remember, close your eyes so you can focus on the music, okay?” He let out a chuckle at his own words. He knew it had nothing to do with focusing on the music. If you closed your eyes when he played, you’d be asleep long before the song was over. It was his own little way of helping you sleep without as much protest. If he framed it as focusing on the music, you wouldn’t put up a fight to stay awake…even if you really shouldn’t to begin with. 

Your health mattered a lot to him, and he hummed softly as he began playing. The song was soft, and he knew exactly how to play as quietly as possible so it never jostled you. He played this song whenever he could, and it made him want to make a whole array of songs just in case you got used to this one too much. While you may not actually grow tired of it, the thought never stopped running through his head that he planned to have a full song lineup on hand so he could play them for you in any scenario. 

His mind was entirely musically-inclined. He knew he could never stop loving music, but even so. It seemed that when it came to you, the inspiration is never stronger…and the notes never more vibrant in his own mind. You brought out the best of him, and he’d keep playing music for you in all the days to come. 

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AUGUST WRITING CALENDAR

We're approaching August already! Time has been just FLYING by!

But regardless, here's the list of fics that you can look forward to seeing come the start of next month! I hope you all continue to be supportive and caring as you always have been <3

Thank you everyone for reading my fics, and it makes me so happy the little community we've grown here!

Love you guys as always, and I hope you look forward to a new month of fics :D

[lynnslittlelife]

Franky's Little

I had this idea for Franky's little from super early on in making this series, and I'm glad I'm finally getting to write it! Though it's being written a good long while from when it's actually queued to post. Even so, I hope you all enjoy having a fun little day with your papa!

Word Count: 1,307

You sat in the chair in the corner of Franky’s workshop. He made you promise not to touch anything, and you whined in protest. He was working on something, even though you weren’t sure what. It seemed it was something for you, and it had you kicking your feet in the chair wondering what it could be. You even had a pout on your face, even if he was turned away so he couldn’t see it. His little nods of approval made you more curious than ever. 

“Papa! What’s it?” You whined, trying to fight off the urge to get out of the chair and see exactly what it is he was working on. It was unfair for him to work when you were right here ready to play! He always loved playing games with you, and it left you frustrated that he wasn’t even looking at you.

Though your question only served to make him let out a hearty laugh. “I told you, it’s a surprise! It’ll be worth it, promise!” He sounded confident, even if that wasn’t out of the ordinary for him. “I’m almost done, okay?” He said, briefly turning to you with a wide grin. But he seemed to work even faster when he saw your frustrated pout. As much as he wanted to play with you, this was also important. 

After a few more drawn out whines, he picked whatever the item was up and hid it behind his back. He walked up to you, leaning down to be on your level as you sat in the chair. “You ready?” He asked, nearly beaming at you with glee when he saw your frustrated pout turn into an overly-excited smile. 

“Yeah!” You cheered, trying to reach behind his back and grab whatever it was. If he was working so hard on it, surely it must be something good. The excitement was almost too much to bear, and left you trying to stand up and snatch it up. He seemed to expect it though, and pulled back…much to your dismay. 

“You remember what I said?” He grinned, still not showing you whatever was behind his back. He saw your look of confusion, and he laughed. “If you eat all your food at dinner, and go to bed at a reasonable time then you get a surprise.” The grin he had was ear to ear, proud of himself for trying to establish some rules while you were in little space. While he might not be the most responsible guy when it was just him, he wanted better for you. He’d own up and become more responsible, just to set a good influence in your little mind. 

It left you nodding eagerly in excitement, making sure you remembered those two rules so you could finally get the surprise. The nod pleased him, and he dramatically pulled the item out from behind his back. It was a toy! One that made you giggle and reach for it in excitement. It was both your favorite animal, and in your favorite color. 

You gasped, clinging to the toy with glee. “Thanks Papa!” You said, lunging forward into his arms. It seems he anticipated it, and scooped you up with a laugh. You kicked your feet in his arms, overjoyed that he made you your very own custom toy! “So cool!” The words were barely understandable from how much you were giggling, lifting the toy and inspecting every side of it. It had your name carved on its back, and made you more than happy that it was just yours!

“Come on!” He said, rushing you to the deck. You weren’t too sure why, but you were eager to find out. “That’s not an ordinary toy, so there’s some stuff I gotta show ya!” He spoke just as eagerly as you felt, and his long legs strode with you in his arms to bring you to the deck. “Okay, okay, set it down.” He said as he placed you cross-legged on the floor. 

You blinked up at him in confusion, but set the toy down on the ground like he said to. He reached over, pressing a small button as it seemed the toy came to life! It ran around, running in circles in ways that animal would…although much more animated in its movements than real animals. You cheered, clapping and rushing to catch up to the toy. 

He let out a loud and joyous laugh, running after you and making sure you didn’t slip and fall. “You gotta pick a name for it!” Franky could even barely contain his excitement. The look of happiness covering your face was more than he could ask for. As he poked the button again, the animal stopped. But before you could protest, he reaffirmed. “You need to name it. I promise it’ll do somethin’ cool.” 

You thought for a long several moments, trying to think of the perfect name for your new toy. Humming, you furrowed your brow to think of the perfect one. You gasped, pointing at the toy and speaking in an excited tone. “Mimi!” It had you giggling, and you crossed your arms over your chest, proud of the name. “My friend’s name’s Mimi now! I say so.” You giggled, and patted the head of the toy. 

Franky grinned, “That’s the perfect name!” He laughed, but sat you down while he sat beside you. “Okay, okay. Now say its name when you press this button.” He pointed at the correct button. He smirked at your confused expression, but knew you’d do what he said. Besides, it would be super awesome when you did. He was proud of the toy, and knew exactly what made you excited. 

“Mimi!” You said cheerfully, and the button flashed green as you said it. Setting the toy back down, you looked up at your papa with a wide grin. It wasn’t obvious what it would do, so you watched with anticipation as he pressed the button that made it run around again. 

“Come on! Call her!” He said, nearly brimming with eagerness as he practically bounced in place. It was endearing to see him matching your excitement, so of course you had to follow his instructions. 

“Mimi!” You said, noting that the toy had gotten a good distance away from you. It stopped in its tracks, looked around and ran back to your side. You squealed in excitement, picking up the toy and cradling it close to your chest. “It listens!” Another quick noise of excitement and you set it down, just to press the button again. 

That went on for a good while, and you never seemed to grow bored of the toy running around. Especially not when Mimi would run back to your side no matter how far she got from you. It was only when it was nearing dinner time that Franky picked you and your new friend up to head to the kitchen. “Ain’t it super?” He laughed, pleased with how much you loved the toy he made you. 

“It’s the best!” You laughed, still cradling the toy with glee. 

He let out another laugh, bringing you towards the kitchen. “I’m glad you love it! And don’t worry, I’ll make you plenty of toys like her until you have a whole army!” He patted your head gently, and you knew he’d stay true to his promise. 

If this toy was already your favorite after a few minutes of seeing it, he just knew he’d practice making more and more toys until he made the perfect one. You were special to him, and he’d do anything he could to make you happy. Even if it meant learning how to make more accurate toys. He may not be an expert, but he knew he’d try to be once he saw your happy face. 

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REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!

Thank you for everyone who sent in a request <3 I'm closing requests for now to work on the ones I have, but thank you everyone!

Be on the lookout for the writing schedule I'll be posting in a day or two for what fics I'll be writing next month!

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LAST CALL FOR REQUESTS

I'll be closing requests tonight, so send in any requests you have so I can add them to the writing schedule <3

Be sure to check my masterlist to see what fandoms I write for too :D

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Robin's Little

A sweet lil moment with Robin is something I desperately crave! She's such a comfort character, honestly. So I hope you enjoy this quality time you get to spend with her <3

Word Count: 1,149

Robin knew you were getting extremely tired, but she had to hide her slight smile when she faced you. “It’s getting late, baby.” She reached out and patted your head softly before cupping your cheeks in her hands. “I know you want to play, but we have plenty more days to do that.” She gave you a kind smile, but it only made you point. 

You shook your head without a word, letting out a noise of protest as you tried to reach up to her. It wasn’t fair! You wanted to stay up and play, but you wanted to cuddle your mama even more. If you couldn’t play, then you were entirely determined to cuddle with her for as long as you could. It made her let out a small laugh and she shook her head. 

“I won’t know what you want if you won’t tell me.” The corners of her lips twitched as she tried to hide a smile, entirely wrapped up in how adorable you were being right now. “You have to use your words, okay?” She leaned and kissed your forehead before standing up straight and crossing her arms over her chest idly. “Can you do that for me, baby?” Her tone was soft, trying to get you to speak despite knowing exactly what it was you wanted. 

She had come to know all your signs and tells for when you wanted different things, but she also knew that challenging you just slightly was also good for you. She wanted you to be open with her, but still knew your limits when you were in your little space. “Just one or two words, okay?” She spoke softly, looking at you with adoration in her eyes. 

It made you puff out your cheeks, whining. You didn’t want to! But you wanted mama to know how you felt. Big emotions were always hard when you were like this, and finding the right words to say was even more difficult. “Mama!” You whined, trying to reach out to her without saying what it was. But when she didn’t give in, you fidgeted with your hands. “Read! Sleep cuddles!” You said, looking at her with near pleading eyes. 

Her smile widened, nodding as she scooped you up in her arms. “That was really good baby, I’m proud of you for using your big words.” She cradled you close to her chest, and walked over to the bed you often shared. Her touch was gentle, tender as she set you down. Robin let out a soft laugh when you whined and reached out for her. “Just a second, I’ll be right back. I just have to grab a book from your shelf.” 

It seemed to soothe you slightly as you sat with your legs hanging over the edge of the bed. You still didn’t take your eyes off her, but you were excited you could finally get what you wanted. You even tried to lean in an attempt to see what book she was picking up to read to you. It didn’t exactly work, but she brought over two to choose from. 

She let you look at them, raising one as she spoke before raising the other. “The bunny one, or the dolphin one?” She asked, trying to prod you for just one more word to settle in for the night. Her eyebrow raised as you only pointed to the one you wanted, and you let out a huff as she silently asked you to use your words again. 

“...bunny.” You mumbled, and she gave you a wide and tender smile as she nodded. 

“Bunny book it is.” She said, shifting you over so she could sit on the bed with her back against the headboard. She eased you down, letting you rest your head on her thighs. You both knew you were too tired to actually look at the book, and you settled down while cuddling her leg. You mumbled softly, nuzzling closer to her as she started reading. It was beyond comforting, and not just for you, but her as well. 

Before she started reading, she grabbed your bottle with some water in it to nudge it towards you. You eagerly grabbed it, trying to drink as much as you could instinctively. “No, no.” She said, prying it from your mouth. “You can’t have all of it, just a small sip before bed, okay?” She said softly, setting it back on the table. “Your mouth will get too dry if you don’t have just a little…but we don’t want you getting up all night either.” She reasoned, tracing her hand along your cheek. 

You huffed, pouting only momentarily before you nodded against her lap. She smiled at you and let out a soft laugh. “Good job baby.” She mumbled, using one hand to trail over your cheek while she opened the book with the other. “If you get too sleepy, you can always fall asleep on me, okay?” She said in a soft voice, and it left you nodding. 

“Stay up.” You said, but couldn’t stop from rubbing your eyes sleepily. You didn’t really want to go to bed, you just wanted her to read to you and cuddle. But with a yawn, you knew you’d fall asleep soon regardless of if you wanted to or not. 

She smiled, but started to read. Her voice was soothing, rather you were little or big, and it usually meant you fell asleep pretty quickly when she read to you. She knew it, too and used it for your benefit. You often tried to refuse to sleep when you were little, but she discovered quickly that if she started reading…you’d be asleep before she could make it far in the book. Just in case, she’d usually read the full thing, helping you sleep soundly. 

Within a matter of minutes, you’d fallen asleep with your head on her lap. You’d mumble softly before drifting off to a deeper sleep. Once she’d finished the book, and looked down at you lovingly. Her hand trailed over your cheek and arm, moving ever so slowly to shift your positions to lay down beside you. Her arms wrapped around you, your face pressed against her neck. 

She cradled you close, rubbing your back gently as she kissed your forehead. These moments made her feel treasured, in more ways than she’d ever anticipated. Knowing she could make you feel safe made her the happiest in the world. It was unexpected for her to find someone like you on the crew. One who loved her as much as you did, and trusted enough to be little with. She smiled at the thought, falling into a deep sleep with you in her arms. 

There will be plenty of time to play tomorrow…but for now she was more than content to enjoy her time she got to spend with you. 

[lynnslittlelife]

Chopper's Little

While the other Strawhats are in an established relationship with each little, Chopper's stays far more in the platonic and familial sense. But regardless, I hope you enjoy your playtime with Chopper!

Word Count: 1,309

Chopper may have been the best Strawhat to admit you were a little to. He was extremely understanding. While he may not be the most informed about psychiatric situations, he was still a doctor. He’d only had a couple run-ins with adults who regressed to a smaller age, and he was honestly a bit excited when you told him. It was his chance to get to know you better, and he was always family. Anything he could get you to talk about, he listened patiently and asked to know more. 

It was entirely natural between you two, and he loved every moment he could spend with you, little or big. Today you’d regressed, and he seemed to have as much fun as you were having. You cradled him to your chest, and he laughed while making very little attempts to break free. It was laughter all around, and eventually he just sighed with a smile as his antlers brushed across your cheeks. 

“Hey! This isn’t fair!” He laughed, reaching up to poke both your cheeks. It was one of the more relaxing days on the crew, and it was no wonder you regressed. While sometimes it can be stress related, he learned it can also happen at most given points in time. He was relieved you wouldn’t be stopping on any islands for a few days, and he took on the role of a caring brother. Chopper just couldn’t stand the thought of you regressing on the battlefield, and always took it upon himself to be on your team when the crew split up. 

“But bubba! Cuddles!” You whined, laughing and keeping your arms wrapped fully around him. “You’re always soft!” Letting out another giggle, you nuzzled your face against the top of his head. “Cuddle time, cuddle time!” You cheered, not seeming to want to take no for an answer…not that he minded. 

Chopper strained just barely in your grasp, and with a pout you finally let him go. “I promise after I’m done with the medicine cabinet we can play your favorite game.” He said, trying to gently allow him to continue working before you spent countless hours playing. He tried to reason, and somewhat bribed you into accepting. It wasn’t out of maliciousness, in fact it was quite the opposite. 

He did things like this to help your little mind realize that doing important things gained rewards. It didn’t even take much convincing for you to accept, beaming at him with eagerness in your eyes at the thought of playing. You nodded eagerly, and kicked your feet in your chair while cheering, “Play time! Play time!” In that excited way that had him grinning too. 

He worked quickly, yet efficiently. He loved to give you those small moments of joy while you were little, and it seemed to be appreciated by how much you often clung to him. Chopper was adamant with himself to finish up quickly, knowing your patience could only last for so long. He took glances at you as you sat in the chair in his med bay. It made him smile each time, seeing you eagerly looking at him as if asking if he was done yet. 

With a clap, he spun around dramatically and faced you. “All done! So it’s time to play!” He said, grinning wide before yelping when you effortlessly picked him up and ran to the deck. His eyes were nearly spinning as he got carried, not anticipating it much at all. But as you reached the deck he couldn’t stop laughing. “Are you really that excited?” He said, patting himself off and took a deep breath to focus on the task at hand. 

He placed the candied-looking ball in his mouth and said loud enough that you could hear, “Walk point!” Before turning into a large deer. While he always looked like one, the resemblance to an actual deer was uncanny in comparison to his smaller regular form. He stomped his front two legs down and bumped his nose against your face. 

You giggled with glee, bouncing in place before patting his head. As he leaned down, you sat on his back and brushed your hands along the fur of his back. Even he was laughing happily and did a small spin to make sure you were firmly secured on his back. You sat just below his backpack, and the straps worked as handles for you to hang on to. The last thing either of you wanted was to go from play-mates to doctor-patient just from having a little fun. 

“You ready?” He asked, tilting his head to the side to look at your smiling face. It made him smile as much as he could, and stood slightly on his back two legs to make sure you were holding on tight enough not to fall. 

“Ready!” You cheered, holding onto the straps as he gave a nod of approval. This had always been your favorite game, and something only Chopper could play too. It wouldn’t be the same on an animal or on the backs of a crew member, but he certainly didn’t let just anyone ride on his back. It was exclusive to you, despite Luffy’s avid protests. 

With a laugh, he started off slow, walking across the deck. But after ensuring you were secure, he accelerated to a jog. He nearly bounced, knowing it would make you laugh before running along the ship. He knew how much you enjoyed it, and hopped up the stairs to weave between the tangerine trees. It had you laughing with joy and even reached one hand out to touch the leaves as you passed before securing them back around the straps. 

That usually lasted for a good hour or two before you were tired enough to get off. It tended to wear Chopper out too, not usually in a different form for too long. He could if he wanted to, but it still got to be an exhausting level at a certain point. It was all in good fun, though, and he never minded if he pushed himself a bit farther for your sake. 

As he knelt down, letting you off, he shifted back to his regular form. It was no sooner that you did so that you sat on the wood of the deck and hugged him close to your chest. “Thanks bubba!” You giggled, and he seemed to relax into your hold to hug you back. It was a tender moment, and he enjoyed it just as much as you did. 

“Of course! What kind of bubba would I be if I didn’t play with you sometimes!” He laughed, before pulling back just slightly to look at you. His brow furrowed for only a fraction of a second before he grinned again. “But you look pretty tired. It’s been a long day for both of us, so I think that calls for a cuddle-nap!” 

You grinned wide, and rushed back to your room with him in your arms. Honestly, he wasn’t that tired. But he could see the sleepiness in your expression when he looked you over. And even though he wasn’t tired, he relaxed in your hold and ended up falling asleep anyways. When Sanji glanced in the room to see if you’d like a snack, he couldn’t help but smile. 

Your bond with Chopper had always been special, and Sanji knew he couldn’t disturb the both of you when you were sleeping so peacefully. He let out a sigh, and tried to think of how he could hide your snacks from Luffy until you woke up. Trying to be as quiet as possible, he closed the door slowly and left you to rest. Neither of you knew he had come in to check on you, simply content to enjoy the serene moment while you could. 

[lynnslittlelife]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Heyooo! Requests will be open for a while, so be sure to send in any that come to mind! I'm open to writing most things, but depending on how many more requests I get, I may be closing them within a couple days. Be sure to send in any requests you'd like to see me write before they close <3

[lynnslittlelife]

Requests

Hi loves! Just a reminder that my requests are open. All fandoms I'll write for are in my main pinned post under the drop down! I'll be working on them for posting at the start of next month! This month was mostly a project one this page, writing for each of the strawhats. Unfortunately I haven't made it through most of Whole Cake Island, so I wouldn't be able to write for any characters past that point.

But that aside, feel free to send any requests you have for a little reader, and I look forward to hearing from y'all!

[lynnslittlelife]

Sanji's Little

Sanji is so sweet that I was super excited to write for him as a Papa! He'd spoil a little so much and no one can convince me otherwise. So enjoy a sweet lil fic about our favorite cook spoiling you for just being you <3

Word Count: 1,191

Sanji spoiled you when you were big…why does it not surprise anyone when he spoils you even more when you’re little? It had something to do with his genuine love for you, and that side of him he only ever showed with you. The second you had gotten together, he stopped flirting with anyone else. You gave him a chance, and that was all he needed to direct all of his love towards you. He was even EXCITED when you told him you regressed, and took it as his chance to take care of you even more. 

You were currently patting his shoulders while he cooked, hugging him and near whining for attention. He spun around, placing his head on top of yours and squeezed you tightly. “I’m sorry! I’m cooking right now, I promise we can play more later.” He sounded almost hurt, pleading with you to not be upset. He had a job to do, and as much as he’d love to drop everything and shower you with attention, he also knew everyone needed to eat. And there were very few people in the world he’d let take over his cooking, and none of those people were crew members. 

You pouted at him, but he grinned when he got an idea. He scooped you up, and placed you on the counter a short ways away from the stove top. While he didn’t want you injured, he also knew he wanted to balance his focus on you and the food. It had you giggling, kicking your feet over the edge of the counter and grinning wide at him. The sight had his heart melting, and he leaned close to boop his nose against yours. 

It only amused you further, and you patted his shoulders before wrapping your arms around him. “No, no, I promise we can play after we all eat, so I just gotta cook for a little while longer, okay my baby?” He said it with all the love in the world, and cradled your cheek in his hand for a moment before washing them again to resume cooking. 

“Okay Papa!” You said, kicking your feet even faster at the thought of playing with him after dinner. A wide grin was on your face, and your mouth opened lightly while you watched him cook. He was good at it, and everyone knew it, but you didn’t often get to watch him cook from this close. Sanji even seemed to revel in the attention, and made a few extra steps in the process to keep you entertained. 

He picked up a spoon to taste the meal, and blew on it a few times before lifting it to his lips before stopping to look at you. He anticipated your response, trying not to grin wide as you made grabby hands at him and whined. “Papa me first!” He leaned back, pretending he was about to taste it himself when he held out the spoon for you instead. 

“You’re always first, and I’d have it no other way.” He said, and you could practically see the hearts in his eyes as you tried the food he fed you. The wide smile on his face only grew as you made an excited noise, eyes sparkling at how good it was. The food was always amazing, but it seemed to taste better when your Papa was the one feeding it to you. 

You cheered, clapping and giggling as he got back to cooking. You let out another whine, and pouted. “More food Papa!” Making the expression and eyes at him that always made him crumble, he sighed and let out a chuckle. 

“You know the rules, you can taste it once or twice but I can’t portion your food properly if you keep sneaking bites so much.” He laughed, and patted your head with a gentle smile. “Think of it…as a reward for being a good baby. If you let me cook and keep me company, I’ll even make you your own dessert for after the meal.” As he grinned, he couldn’t help but let out another chuckle when all your protests were forgotten at the mention of a dessert.

“Promise?!” You said, leaning closer to him with wide and excited eyes. 

“Of course I promise. Have I ever lied to you?” He reached out and locked your pinkies, bringing it to his lips in a small kiss. It had you giggling, and cheering happily. 

“Dessert! Dessert!” You cheered, and watched closely as he continued cooking. There were a few sentences here and there, but you seemed as wrapped up in watching him cook as he was in actually cooking. As it was almost done, he went to taste the food again. 

He paused when you leaned closer, pouting avidly. “How come Papa can try but I can’t?” Your words were meant to be frustrated, but it sounded too cute for him to not laugh. He patted your head once more and tasted the food, letting out a pleased hum, exaggerating entirely. 

You whined, and when you went to protest he put the spoon in your mouth. More laughter filled the kitchen, and he put the finishing touches on the crew’s dinner before setting it aside to stay warm. 

“Hm…” he said, pretending to be deep in thought. “Should I make your dessert now? Or do we risk making it after for Luffy to have a chance to steal it?” He tapped his chin, struggling openly not to smile. 

“Now! Now!” You said, looking almost horrified of your captain stealing your own special dessert. You patted his shoulder, as if trying to get his attention. “Bad Luffy! It’s mine!” A whine, and Sanji turned to kiss your forehead.

“You know I wouldn’t let that idiot steal it. So I suppose I’ll make it now.” He pointed at you, poking your cheek lightly. “But it stays hidden, and you can’t eat it until you’ve finished your dinner.” He reasoned, and it had you pouting but nodding since you knew it was fair. 

He leaned close and wrapped his arms around you, sighing happily at the tender moment. “I love you so much.” Leaning back, he placed another kiss on your forehead that had you giggling. “I’d ask what dessert you want, but we both know the answer.” He chuckled, and immediately got to work. 

It took far less time for dinner, since you were the only one getting dessert. If anyone protested, he’d make sure they’d not get another dessert from him until they apologized. Besides, he’d always make them more food. However sweet treats weren’t exactly required for nutritional health. They knew he made you desserts more often, and they all knew why. 

And seeing your happy face when he took care of you and spoiled you?

It made him know that you were the only one for him. Rather you’re big and flirty, or little and affectionate. You were special, and if spoiling you helped you be sure of that fact, he’d never stop for the rest of your days. You were worth it, and he’d make sure you always knew that. 

[lynnslittlelife]

Usopp's Little

I had a ton of fun with this one! So hopefully you guys enjoy as well. There's definitely not enough Usopp love out there, and I'm happy to be able to write for him this way!

Word Count: 1,065

You couldn’t stop giggling. An amazed and awe stricken expression was on your face as you bounced around happily. Usopp was showing off his sharp shooting skills, as he liked to do. You had made cut outs together of “bad guys” lined up with your favorite stuffies and toys. He was the one that proposed the idea, and it was already turning into one of your favorite games. It made it all the more fun that he was acting out scenes, going all out on developing stories for how your friends got into danger in the first place. 

“Look there! A marine snuck up behind our pirate friend!” He tried to sound serious, but he was struggling to keep his laughter in with your excited and nervous expression. “Don’t worry! I’ll be sure to save her riiiiight…now!” He shouted, taking his slingshot and knocking down the evil bear that had snuck up on your bunny. 

You both rushed over, and he picked up the bunny stuffed animal and looked her over carefully. “Are you hurt?” He asked, concerned. “Phew! I’m glad, but be sure to be more careful. We have an adorable little one right here who was worried for you.” He nodded his head at you, grinning wide as he handed her over proudly. “Don’t worry, she’s okay this time. But we have to be prepared, because giant unicorns could land on the ship and put her in danger again!” 

You gasped, pouting at nothing in particular. “Unicorns are nice dada.” You huffed, but giggled as he poked your cheek and pulled you and your bunny in for a hug. “But thanks dada!” A nod, and your expression turned…somewhat serious. “I’ll make sure she stays safe and imma get the bad guy next time!” You beamed at him, reaching for his slingshot. 

“Woooah, woah woah.” He held it out of your reach, but patted your head to comfort you. “See there’s a requirement here.” He pointed at the slingshot, reaching it down to show you before turning it away so you wouldn’t see. “It says here that only big minded people can shoot these. It’s right there, carved onto the side!” He held it up as if to examine it while you tried to see the words for yourself. “It’s important that your friends are safe, but it’s even MORE important that you’re even safer.” 

He grinned, bumping your nose with his. “But maybe another time I’ll let you shoot the next bad guy that we come across.” He hummed, tapping his chin with his finger. “But only if you promise to be good, okay?” He held out his pinky, and showed you a wide grin to show just how happy he was when he was with you. 

Your pout turned into a smile, and you reached out your pinky and shook his own excitedly. “I’ll be good, dada! Promise!” And as you spoke, you couldn’t even try to hide your giggles if you wanted to. “But no lying! I wanna try!” You crossed your arms over your chest, looking at him as if to force him to do what you said. 

He shook his head, “no, no! I’m not lying this time, I swear! You can try and shoot it when you’re big again.” He laughed, and tucked his slingshot away in his pocket before grabbing your hand and rushing over to the edge of the ship. “Now look!” He said, pointing off towards the vast sea surrounding you. 

You struggled to see anything, really. It looked entirely empty, just waves swaying the ship. There didn’t look like there was anything around you that wasn’t the typical sea you’d often look at with him. “Dada?” You asked, confused. Was he seeing something you weren’t? No matter how hard you narrowed your eyes and tried to see what he was looking at, you just couldn’t. 

He laughed, patting your head. “Made you look.” He snickered, and you gasped. He saw the frustrated look on your face and decided to make it better. He kissed all over your cheeks, making you giggle at how silly he was being. 

But to be fair, he always seemed to be silly. No matter what you were doing, it made you love him even more! “No fair!” You called, playfully swatting his chest as he only got closer. “Mean!” You huffed, but he didn’t seem to care. He enjoyed making you distracted, and it even ended up helping you stay in your little space longer without fail. 

“I know, I know. I’m very mean. The meanest captain.” He rolled his eyes, smiling wide as he scooped you up into his arms while giving you a quick spin. “But I’m YOUR mean dada. Nobody else’s.” He rushed, carrying you across the deck while you kicked your feet and giggled. Your frustration was immediately forgotten and you wrapped your arms firmly around his shoulders. 

He stopped abruptly, and flopped down on the ground with you cradled against him. “Hm…big adventures like that are exhausting. Maybe it’s nap time.” But his giddy tone made it obvious he was nowhere near tired. He even seemed to laugh louder at your protests. “But first…isn’t there something you wanna say?” He prodded, both of you knowing exactly what it is he was trying to get you to say. 

It had you giggling, and you tried and failed to wriggle out of his grasp. “Dada!” You laughed, and decided to point up at the sky. “Look!” There was nothing to note about it, but he had pulled the trick on you, so it was only fair you did the same. 

Despite him knowing there wouldn’t be anything, he looked up and furrowed his brows to try and “see” whatever it was you were pointing at. You only laughed even louder, poking the sides of his face with a happy, “got you too!” Even as you kept poking his cheeks, he couldn’t stop smiling. 

“You did, you did. But you never said it! I’ll only let you go when you say it.” He wasn’t dropping it, and you honestly didn’t want him to. His arms only wrapped tighter around you, and refused to let you get up until he heard his favorite words. 

“Love you dada!” You giggled, cheering when he released his hold on you, only for him to pull you down again. 

“Love you too!” 

[lynnslittlelife]

Nami's Little

Another installment of the Strawhat's littles series! I think Nami would actually make such a good caregiver, so this was especially fun to write! She can be so sweet and sneaky at the same time and was one of the things that made me adore her when I first started watching the show!

But regardless, I hope you enjoy <3

You were pouting on the deck of the ship, waiting impatiently for your mama to come back. She said she’d only be gone a short while, and the nagging worries in your mind made it hard to focus on anything. You hoped she didn’t get into any fights, knowing you were all famous pirates. It wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility, and only served to make you jittery. 

Your pout quickly turned into excited beaming as you saw her rushing back to the ship with more bags in her hands than you thought one person could possibly carry. She looked elated, and you knew she always tended to be when it came to seeing you…and shopping in general. 

“Hi baby!” She laughed, setting all the bags down quickly to lift you into her arms the second her feet touched the deck. Her giggles mirrored yours, and she rubbed your back excitedly. “I have surprises for you!” She gave you a spin, and gestured for you to rush back to your room. “I’ll be there in just a second!” 

You didn’t question it, running excitedly to your room and bouncing on your heels in anticipation. It wouldn’t be the first time she bought you things, and you had to wonder just how many of those bags were for you, and how many were for her. Your mind raced giggling excitedly as you thought of what the surprises would be. Toys? Candies? Games? The possibilities were endless, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before you found out. 

She shuffled into the room, setting each bag down. “Just so you know, I took extra special care to pick the best things!” She reached out and cupped your cheeks in her hands. “My baby deserves the absolute best!” Nami ran her thumbs along your cheeks, before booping your nose with her pointer finger. 

It made you giggle and you muttered, “silly mama.” She gasped, placing a hand on her chest in faux surprise. 

“I’m silly? What makes you think I’m silly?” But the corners of her mouth twitching into a smile told you all you needed to know. “What would that make you if I’m silly?” She took your wrist in her hand, looking it over dramatically. “No, see you have this little freckle riiiiight here. That’s the silly freckle.” She turned her arm to let you look, showing clear skin with no signs of the freckle in question. “Only silly people have that freckle, so that must mean I’m not silly!” 

It made you laugh happily, poking her arms and cheeks. “No! Mama’s silly!” You barely managed to get the words out with how hard you were laughing. She most definitely was a silly mama, and even if she didn’t have the freckle, she had to be! But you weren’t going to fight her on it, not when you had surprises in those bags!

Nami sighed, shaking her head playfully. “But I guess I can’t keep hiding these gifts forever, so let’s get to it, yeah?” She grinned at you, lifting one of the bags and pulling out some clothes. They all seemed to be in your size, and some of your favorite colors, too! She obviously picked a couple orange ones, since she always liked to say it was similar to matching colors with you. 

You gasped, running over and picking the clothes up from her arms. She had a mischievous glint in her eye, and kept handing you the clothes from the bag until you couldn’t see in front of you. You whined, trying to hold onto all of them. Though she seemed to take pity on you and grabbed the clothes and put each piece on the bed. They were sorted out by tops, bottoms, and full pieces. There was the occasional necklace, but the bags nearly entirely consisted of clothes in your size. 

She clapped her hands in front of her, and mumbled, “time to get to work.” It settled in her mind, and she rummaged through to find any matching outfits she could. She’d hold them up as you stood beside her, as if placing them on you to find the best matches. Though after a few minutes of sorting, she patted your head. “These are going to look SO cute on my baby!” She practically squeaked, seemingly just as excited as you were. 

Nami helped you take off and put on the clothes, stopping occasionally to tickle your sides. It took a long time, but neither of you cared. You’d do a little spin when you put on your favorites from the set, and beamed each time she complimented you. She had always been soft with you, and even though she could be tight with her money…she never once seemed to have issues buying you anything you wanted. Given it was at least remotely in reason. 

That seemed to be overly apparent today, and while you didn’t see any price tags, you knew some of them probably cost a lot. She waved off any concerns, saying she’d spend every last beri she had if it meant buying you something you’d enjoy. It made you pout, but she wasn’t having it. She let out a sigh, and looked at you with a tender smile. 

“Honestly, it’s not a problem. You’ve got a lot of big worries for someone so small.” She patted your cheeks, but flicked your nose lightly. “You’re the most important person to me…and besides, you buy me stuff too. If you wanna pay me back, just wear the clothes. It makes mama happy to know she got you something you love!” She laughed, leaning to kiss your forehead. 

It seemed to settle all your worries instantly. You knew what she meant…because she’s the most important person to you, too. Ever since you met her, you knew you wanted to be with her. No matter if you were little or big, seeing her face light up when she saw you was more than enough to know you wanted to be hers forever. Knowing she had felt the same made your heart race, and always ended in sweet moments of tenderness and affection. 

Even though it took hours to try on all the gifts she got you, it felt like no time passed at all. It wasn’t until some of the other crewmates were heard boarding the ship, that both of you realized you’d been trying on clothes and cuddling for hours. She shushed you, giggling as she pulled you down onto the bed to cuddle. She patted your head and rubbed your back, which made you yawn. It was an exciting day, and one full of affectionate words and sweet gestures. 

Maybe when you were big, you’d try and get her surprises like this too. But for now, you were more than happy to fall asleep in her arms wearing an outfit that she picked out just for you.