Also I love your blogs sorry I’ve been spamming 🩷Hii Author, could you do another part for the small prehistoric reader, where she is actually really strong even though she’s small and innocent looking like stronger than Yujiro and Baki but she’s only really like that when she’s in heat. I wonder how the would react Yk 🤔
Sure! It’s been suggested in the comments as well and it does have a fun twist to it. Female characters stronger than the main cast is the one uncanonical construct that I deeply enjoy.
Baki Characters x Prehistoric! Small Reader Headcanons (II)
Featuring the Baki characters and a prehistoric but small sized reader that turns out to be unexpectedly strong.
[Baki Masterlist] [Part I]
The fighters keep a respectable distance from you in order to assure Pickle of your safety. They’d rather not pose as a threat to his mate, especially after seeing how protective he can get. He always keeps you under his watchful gaze, ready to interfere if you need to make use of his strength. At times he’s particularly anxious around you. Professor Payne has explained in more scientifically appropriate terms that you might be dealing with female specific issues. No one pressed it further.
This peaceful resolve does not sit well with Yuujirou. How very pathetic and boring that everyone concomitantly agreed to mind their own business. He itches for a little bit of action and what better way to rile up the prehistoric warrior than messing with his little protégé? He doesn’t want to risk fighting a half-assed Pickle, he wants the wrath, the readiness to kill. So with arrogant mockery he decides to give you a little nudge in front of everyone. Just a mere push, he does show mercy to weaklings like you. Baki is enraged and the other men join him. Everyone is waiting for Pickle to make his move, though bizarrely enough he just stands there, eyes wise in shock. Yuujirou didn’t expect this lack of reaction.
The Ogre is a man with battle experience and nothing can take him by surprise. It is to be noted, however, that sometimes a trade off for the sake of efficiency has to be made. A rational agent in artificial intelligence may have to take millions of variables into consideration in order to compute the most optimal solution and react to the environment. Realistically speaking, therefore, some less probable events are taken entirely out of the equation. So, for example, the idea that you would attack Yuujirou was not something his body expected to react against. The impact of your small fist was doubled by this element of surprise. His eyes roll back and his large body is thrown at quite the distance, leaving significant damage behind.
There’s a deafening silence that lingers for what seems an eternity. Baki feels a mild discomfort on the walls of his throat and he realizes his mouth has been hanging open for long enough that it almost dried up. Did you…did you just knock his father out with one single hit? He slowly turns his head to the other witnesses, wondering if this is a dream and the others will confirm it. Judging by the equally dumbfounded expressions surrounding him, he suspects fearfully that it is, in fact, something that just happened. Jack feels like he’s been kicked in the crotch. Katsumi is overwhelmed by a certain nostalgia, the nervousness he felt when he was a little child attending the Dojo for the very first time. Retsu purses his lips as a solemn frown creases his features. Tokugawa can feel the beads of sweat gathering in the folds of his wrinkled forehead.
The least impressed of the group is Pickle. Almost as if he expected it to happen, he walks up to you and grabs your shoulders before you can approach Yuujirou’s passed out body. Your face relaxes once again and you look up to him with a genuine smile, as if soothing his worries. You’ll stop here, no worries. You pat his large hands and turn around, prepared to leave the scene.
The frightful question now plagues the fighters within the arena: was Pickle protecting you from them, or has it been the other way round all along?
What if Pickle’s baby is entertained by his papa and the other weird looking humans fighting? Pickle’s mate takes their baby to see the men spar and Pickle goes a bit too far to impress his child?
Hmm, it certainly wouldn’t be feasible long term. I mean, two of the fighters lost a limb after one fight. You probably can’t repeat that too many times. So in comes the buff mom referee!
Pickle is in the middle of doing a - perhaps too premature - victory dance. His attention is drawn to the faint clapping noises coming from the audience seating and turns around to see your impressive form standing behind the protective fence, arms folded. Were you the source of the mysterious sounds? A closer look reveals the small child neatly folded in a strange carrier of sorts, tied around your torso and forming a pouch against your large back. The small head peeks up from behind mom’s shoulder, and the now escaped minuscule hands clap together excitedly.
His eyes widen in fatherly pride. Was the infant applauding his displays of power? Pickle wouldn’t be surprised if this miniature human precociously inherited the warrior blood of its parents. Just how much of the fight has been witnessed? This wasn’t even a warm up for him. Too bad that the fighter has already passed out and cannot-
To his terrible unknown misfortune, the opponent slowly raises back up on shaky knees. He takes a few calculated breaths, trying to recollect and push for a speedy recovery. There it is! The opportunity Pickle has been waiting for. The Jurassic man’s smile widens, baring the sharp, glistening canines. You don’t like his expression. It usually means danger.
Pickle’s body twitches and contracts and that’s when his goal becomes clear to you. With his form still changing, he lunges at the opponent that only has just enough time to look up. There’s the loud sound of a clash, but the clueless victim is still standing, unharmed. In the few spare moments you’ve thrown yourself over the fence and into the attack of your ruthless mate. You’re holding Pickle’s head in a tight lock using one arm and growl at him. He can tell he’s being scolded and pats your ironclad grip hoping for some release.
The infant laughs for the first time and everyone is taken aback. It seems that the winner of the evening is (Y/N).
Pickle and Baki men reacting to pickle and his prehistoric feral daughter reader.
I like that we’ve done a proper dissection of Pickle’s potential family tree. From mate, to sister, and now daughter. Somewhere in the ancient mountains they’ll probably find a gigantic fossilized block and it’ll turn out to be Pickle’s mom of ridiculous size (like Sidon next to King Dorephan from BotW). Jokes aside, the Internet seems to agree that Pickle is in his 20s from the young facial features and general life expectancy, so his daughter would be rather young.
Baki Headcanons: Pickle’s Daughter! Reader
Featuring Pickle’s challengers and his daughter that seems to take after him in personality.
The news of a prehistoric human were too great to not make their way to all media outlets, though the scientists had managed to conceal your existence for the sake of privacy. They didn’t want a poor, confused child to be surrounded by microphones and cameras the second you landed. What the research team didn’t anticipate was that a bunch of dangerous men would sneak into Pickle’s provisional enclosure in order to measure up his strength. When Doppo broke out of the fake T.Rex and spotted the scattered toys on the floor, he could feel the bile kicking at the back of his throat. “Stop! There’s a child in here!” His voice boomed across the room and the fighters froze. Yuujirou glanced at him, incredulous, and was about to question his sanity when a small figure emerged from the carved tree trunk.
As a loving father himself, Doppo was ashamed to have potentially endangered this innocent soul. He demanded that the men exit the premises at once, and most complied without much protest. The Ogre, however, didn’t like the idea of leaving empty handed. He doesn’t care about his own damn children, why should he concern himself with an unrelated brat? He proceeded to break the security glass, ignoring the pleas of common decency. At that point Pickle was standing next to you, completely unbothered by the scene unraveling before him. He looked at you with an encouraging smile, and with the approval of your father confirmed, you didn’t waste any more time. You rushed towards the intruder and took a swing at him.
The remaining men prepared their stances, ready to shield you from Yuujirou’s anger. He observed your reaction after hitting him. His muscles were hard and the recoil shot through your entire arm. How exciting. You were gleaming with youthful enthusiasm. Yuujirou couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. Now that was a child made for battle. He lowered his large hand and ruffled your hair vigorously. You didn’t entirely understand the gesture, but you grinned at the stranger, flashing your chiseled fangs.
At least one worry has been cleared: fights leave you unfazed. They won’t have to hold back when challenging Pickle. Retsu is somewhat worried at the idea of a child whose main form of entertainment is violence. Katsumi shares a similar train of thought, although he’s quick to be charmed by your cheers and curiosity towards his martial arts. Baki finds you cute and captivating. Both him and Jack like to joke that you’re the child Yuujirou would’ve wanted. You abruptly showed up one day and potentially cleared them of the Hanma inheritance. Not that such matters interest you. You might be a fighting prodigy in the eyes of these men, but you prefer your role as Pickle’s dauntless daughter.
Let’s say that with Pickle and Prehistoric Reader being mates and found together, that whole News Reporter scene never happened….or while they were being escorted, some male onlooker or a cameraman tried to get too close to Prehistoric Reader and Pickle got pissed seeing another male approach HIS mate?
I mean, he seems like the jealous type, especially with Prehistoric Reader having the build of an Amazonian Warrior Goddess
I mean, I can definitely see prehistoric reader as equally territorial. Female reporter shows up and extends her microphone hoping for a scoop, and without further warnings reader grabs her wrist and swings her across the airport lounge. The audacity to just approach her man as if she’s invisible! Pickle would just grin at the possessive display and quickly glance around as if saying “Did you guys see that? That’s my mate alright.”
If it was a male reporter instead, Pickle would make a whole show out of it. He needs to teach the offender a lesson, but at the same time he can use this opportunity to make it clear for everyone watching: don’t mess with his woman. After the swift attack he’d turn to you, like a dog wagging his tail, awaiting your validation. Are you impressed yet?
Prehistoric! Reader even tho she’s big as hell she can move around quietly and scare people or just the group in general not on purpose tho. Or she can go “missing” but she right there and they don’t even know the twins know where she is but they don’t. Ion know I just want more of this Prehistoric Reader 🥹🧍🏾♀️
That would be terrifying to be honest. It makes a lot of sense though, a lot of large predatory animals have to be very quiet in order to catch anything. So it would follow that reader and Pickle are also extremely stealthy. Pickle is depicted with claws and is shown posing like feline predators, so it’s safe to assume they’d also easily climb around and end up in the strangest places.
Does that make prehistoric reader an oversized cat? The more I think about it the clearer it becomes in my head. The fighters visit the twins and discover an empty room with the babies crying alone in their bed. Slight panic, wondering if something happened. You wouldn’t just abandon your offspring. As they consider the possibilities there’s a very faint shuffle coming from outside that they ignore. The unlucky guy standing in front the window suddenly feels a whiff of warm air and almost soils his pants when he looks up and sees you abruptly crawling back in holding to the goddamn ceiling. The nurses wanted to give you some supplies for the infants and you now dangle the package between your teeth. For the nth time Baki explains that you don’t need to climb walls and ceilings to enter the room and the men dramatically demonstrate how the door works again. Pickle has learned to do it. He walks properly and announces his presence. Literally why are you sneaking around like you’re about to bite down the jugular of a wild jungle animal? Once the rant is over you just stare with wide, confused eyes. You approach the door and swing it carefully with your hand, maintaining eye contact with the men. They nod in approval. Then you soundlessly jump and hold onto the top edges and the hinges creak under your weight. There’s a frustrated groan erupting in the room and the faintest smile can be spotted on your face. You know exactly what they’re asking for, you just like to mess with them.
I love the idea of Papa Pickle and his mate with a little one! What if the little cave child wanted to spar with the fighters and tries instigating fights with each of them?
Their reactions?
I know you requested headcanons of the fighters meeting the baby first, I figured it’d be a nice intro to this one. I recall writing something birth related, but upon further inspection it was mostly focused on the reader and not the baby (twins). This will be written for an infant as singularity, but the twin AU partisans can double that.
Baki Headcanons: Meeting Pickle & Prehistoric! Reader’s baby; sparring with the Prehistoric! Child
Featuring the fighters and their reaction to the newborn, as well as a time skip of the now grown Jurassic child showing interest in training.
You’d think Baki is the most excited given his attachment to the Jurassic mom and vice versa. And to his credit, he is dutifully standing there with a wide, nervous grin, ready to welcome the little creature. He’s the first one after the parents to be allowed to hold the infant, although he’s a trembling mess and requires a nurse encircling him with her arms, constantly reassuring him. “You can’t just drop a newborn, Baki. It doesn’t work like that. You’ve…you’ve carried heavier. I promise.”
Against everyone’s expectations, Katsumi is the one that seems to mesh right in with the news. He comes from a healthy, loving family and the event is nothing new nor surprising to him. He doesn’t need any advice and casually scoops the infant up with his arm, using his large hand as a head rest. Pickle is surprised by this confidence and cautiously approaches him, observing his technique and taking mental notes. Baki chuckles at the unanticipated sight.
Retsu is the next in line to be introduced. After listening to a short briefing on the proper and safe ways to hold a baby, he breathes in and solemnly receives the child. He allows it to rest against his broad chest and supports the back with both hands. A laugh escapes your mouth as you observe the extremely concentrated frown of the Kenpo master. He’s a little embarrassed and a blush spreads lightly to his ears. “O-one cannot be too cautious when handling such fragile beings. I do not see anything worth of amusement.”
Jack prefers to keep his distance and politely refuses the invitation to also hold the infant. He is grateful to be part of it, but he doesn’t trust himself around delicate things. Perhaps when the child grows sturdier he will approach it with more confidence. Until then he doesn’t mind watching passively. There are other ways to contribute.
The way I see it, growing up among modern humans kind of guarantees that the child will be able to speak proper language. And in the few years that have passed I’m hoping that reader and Pickle have also picked up some basic communication skills. So there might even be some rudimentary dialogue coming from the parents! I wonder how Pickle’s voice would sound like.
The kid’s favorite sparring partner is most likely Katsumi. Within his family Katsumi has always been the younger sibling, but in the Dojo he is the authority figure most people look up to. From the moment your child showed the intent to train, the Karate prodigy promptly responded with tips and playful fights. He’s been teaching for years and knows how to assess the capacities of his opponent without using too much force or harming them. Compared to the rest of the fighters he has the most experience in dealing with novices and amateurs and acts accordingly.
On the opposite end of martial arts teaching is Retsu. He doesn’t like to joke around and believes his Chinese Kenpo isn’t some playtime activity for children. He has no problem explaining certain techniques to your kid, but it will be done by the book. Retsu is a great help if you need a break for the day. Kid has too much energy? It will be jogged and worked until late evening just to learn a fancy kick. No other way around it. The youngster will be returned completely passed out from exhaustion, but with a proud, satisfied smile plastered on its face.
Baki enjoys the idea of having a younger sibling, although he can be clumsy when it comes to sparring. If he’s too enthusiastic he might overdo his hits and next thing he knows, the child is on the grass crying and wailing. He scrambles to tend to the superficial wounds and frantically attempts to silence the screams. He doesn’t want to explain the ordeal to a dangerously powerful mom. Outside these small accidents, Baki is also one of the most preferred opponents.
The child is initially very cautious around Jack, but it doesn’t take too long to warm up to the idea of sparring with him. Jack has a lot of patience and most of the time just acts as a punching bag. If the youngster wants to try out a new move or practice some technique he’s seen somewhere, Jack will gladly receive the little blows and offer advice or encouragements. Sometimes after training they will hang out together doing small things like feeding the koi at the Tokugawa estate. “You’ve been training an awful lot lately. Any reason in particular?” Jack questions the little human, curious about the change. “I wanna hurry up and be strong already. Like mom!” the child looks up, beaming. Jack laughs at the last statement. “You’ve picked one hell of a goal. Good luck with that!”
Ok, could I just say I LOVE how you write for your Baki characters, they're always a treat 🥺✨️
May I request another prehistoric reader, but when they revived her along with Pickle, she just looked so roughed up that she looks like the definition of surviving
What could cause such scars? Well they wouldn't have to wait long since turns out she's like really clumsy, like "nearly losing an eye by tripping on air and onto a metal pole" clumsy
Pickle just has to be by her side every time to catch her before she actually lose something
I love the idea! I can definitely picture it, thank you for the suggestion and the kind words!
Baki Headcanons: Prehistoric! Clumsy Reader
Featuring Pickle and his challengers and one tough looking reader that turns out to be just extremely clumsy.
The men scan your features with a cautious defensiveness. Here you are, standing tall next to Pickle, with a similarly toned body yet peppered with scars and old wounds. Assuming you have the same survival skills as Pickle, what could you have possibly fought to leave you with such extensive damage? The air is tense as they analyze the possibilities. A T.Rex? It was your main source of food. Multiple of them? Entire packs of ancient elite predators? Were you the main hunter of the pack, taking on challenges that left the other humans scurrying away in fear?
It doesn’t take too long for the mystery to solve itself. The first one to pick up on it is Baki, who just happened to be visiting the enclosure. You’re in the middle of a playful scuffle with Pickle when you decide to impress the newcomer with your signature move. You extend one arm and twist your body slightly, as if gaining traction. Pickle can immediately tell what is about to happen and growls at you, but it’s too late. You swing, and the fist lands in your own face. Baki gasps in shock and you blink a few times in order to process the succession of events. Good Lord, you’re just clumsy. Terribly so.
Now, they have to admit, being this dangerous to yourself and making it this far is rather impressive. Whether in a good or a bad way is another story. The major force of reason in your life seems to be Pickle. Whenever possible, he’s there to stop your ungainly displays. He’s lifted you from the ground more times than he could ever care to count. Truth be told, he does enjoy the fact that you’re this dependent on him. Outside of your clumsiness you’re quite capable and he likes to have one area where he can prove himself as a partner to you.
It’s almost like you and Pickle crawled out of a slapstick comedy. The men are nearly temped to fabricate their own scenarios to check whether you come out unscathed. They’d rather not upset Pickle more than necessary, however. And witnessing your lack of coordination first-hand has also awakened a similar worry towards your safety.
Before they know it, they’re stopping mid-conversation to check on whatever shenanigans you’re up to, ready to interfere. Retsu will silently interrupt your failure and pretend nothing has ever happened, sparing your embarrassment. So does Katsumi, after having a good laugh about it. He finds you extremely entertaining and always compliments your gift of getting into trouble.
Jack doesn’t like to make his empathy known. He’ll ‘accidentally’ step in front of you moments before you’re about to crash into a wall. He just so happens to hold the edge of the barrier right before your head collides with it. Move along, there’s nothing to see.
With Baki there's always a 50% chance he'll fail miserably together with you instead. He's about to stop you from tripping and in doing so his chin hits the pavement at the same time as you. Thankfully Pickle has two hands.
Even Yuujirou is forced to comply with the unspoken rule. He’s been told repeatedly of the importance you and Pickle hold from a cultural and scientifically perspective and he doesn’t disagree with it. Depending on his mood he will laugh at your misfortune or arrogantly scold you, but either way he will prevent your injury. He’s also secretly impressed by your durability.
What if prehistoric reader is so motherly and protective of Baki because back in her time when she was little, her mother dutifully cared for her until her awful demise by some predators and she wanted to give some love to Baki. So he won’t feel as alone and scared like she did. Until she met Pickle anyway.
At some point in one of the stories (perhaps pregnant or mother reader?) I had approached this idea of prehistoric reader being curious about Baki’s mother. She lacked the tools to question him about his family, but once she acquires a more complex vocabulary she begins probing for some background. Does he have a mother? If so, where is she? I’m picturing one of those classic anime scenes where both people slouch in neighboring swings in an empty playground on a late evening. Baki has a stick in his hand and is doodling in the sand, a clumsy attempt at a family portrait. He’s not quite sure how to explain all of the details. He points at the drawing of his mom and then looks up to the reddening sky and reader’s eyes widen in realization.
“Dead?”
“Dead.”
She can feel her chest tighten and immediately regrets intruding such sad memories. Baki notices her awkwardness and chuckles, reassuring her in a quiet, soft voice that it’s not a secret to be avoided. He returns the question and now it’s reader’s turn to point at the sky with a melancholic smile. Then again, even if she hadn’t died, she would be long gone by now. What a strange thought.
Learning the circumstances of the death are a completely different story. Reader is filled with wrath once she connects the dots and Baki has to hold her back and plead to allow him to deal with it himself. Safe to say that motherly reader will never look at Yuujirou the same. That man will feel her vengeance sooner or later. No sin goes unpunished. Not under her watch.
