Such as this wip that's been sitting in my Google drive for... oh shit 3 years-
Baby Stark Do do(Part 1)
Tony had a strange feeling about the meeting he was invited to hosted I Japan but pushed it aside after Pepper forced him to go despite his conplaints. He had been before with the same people and still shuddered at the memory of eating live octopus but relations were important and they were a large client of their easy to use products.
“Shake it off, nothing bad is going to happen.” He grumbles to himself as he fixed his sleeves. He had to admit he felt incredibly guilty about the idea of eating the poor thing alive which meant he would try everything he could to not condemn an innocent sea life to an unnaturally cruel death.
>Ah Stark! It is nice to see you again, come come.< His host greets excitedly leading him to the table. Tony mentally groaning when he saw the dishes with squirming tentacles. His was different though, a cup rather than a fish, decorated designs on it.
>I have to say I wasnt expecting octopus again.< He says calmly as he takes his seat, the other members taking their seats infront of the dishes. Much to his relief they weren't living anymore, maybe his wasn't either.
>We got you something special, it isn't exactly octopus.< the host says plucking his own octopus up with chop sticks. Tony riases a brow at that and popped his lid off of the cup his heart nearly stopping when a tiny and terrified face peered back at him. There was no way he was leaving without saving this kid..even if it was risky and going to be utterly terrifying for the kid and they would probably eat him if he didnt. If he drank enough water there shouldn't be any ill effects.
Peter wasnt sure what was happening after he had been caught by weird and large land creatures but they stashed him away with other sea creatures that had tentacles like him. He got a pretty good idea of what was going to happen to him when a few of the staff members proceed to kill the friends he had made. He tried to stay away but they put him in a cup and sealed it. He didn't understand why they wanted to eat him! They looked like him just..odder
“Please please no! Please.” He tries begging when his prison was opened, trying to climb out, two wood sticks stopped him however, the rude land creature who trapped him with said sticks saying something in the language he didnt understand before lifting him up. He knew that English was a land creatures tongue but that's not what they were speaking!
He whimpers trying to grasp tightly onto the wood as the air form the land creatures mouth hits him. It was strange at how upset the creature looked. He stared back at the creature refusing to let go of the wood. He didnt want to be chewed up like the other friends he had made, or chopped up.
“Please let me go.” He whimpers. He flinches at the sigh of teeth hating he didnt even get an answer. The other land creatures laugh at him making all his hope of being saved disapate. He clings onto the wood as he was lowered down, the heat making him shudder in utter fear. He didnt want to die, he didnt want to be chewed up!
“P-please I dont wanna die.” Peter almost sobs at this point. He squeezes his eyes shut clinging desperately onto the wood as he felt the warmth incase him. It didnt matter apparently because soon enough the land creatures tongue pushed him off, the wood disappearing instantly.
It was warm and slick in the land creature's mouth and he found himself waiting for the next move. He yelps at the awkward swallow surprised he wasnt taken down with it. That was cruel the land creature was toying with him. He sniffles and rubs his face grimacing when it just left a slick trial of saliva. He was surprised when the mouth opened again, cool water rushing into him and dragging him down with ease.
Tony felt awful for the small thing he really did, even more so at the poor things begging and pleading. As long as he kept drinking water the kid would be fine, probably freaked out by fine. He squares his shoulders as he takes a large gulp of his water feeling something cold and wiggly slip into his throat. It wasnt a pleasant experience, even more so when he felt the small thing squeeze into his stomach. God he could practically feel every movement. He quickly finished his glass, asking for another. Might as well make the kids stay as pleasant as possible.
He sighs shakily, resting a hand subtly over his middle lightly rubbing where the squirming mass was. He could do this.. surely the meeting wouldn't last very long.
It was a long meeting with the kid squirming around in his stomach but after 20 minutes the kid seemed to get he was alright. Tony was quick to duck into the hallway the second the meeting ended, pressing the area he felt the small weight settled in. He winces when a startled but muffled yelp sounded out.
"Woah there kiddo, how you doing in there?” He asks quietly as he heads down the hall. He felt ridiculously full with all the water he had drunken that meal but Hey the kid was alive. He could feel the small things tentacles wriggling around.
“P-please can I come out?”
This kid was going to tear his heart apart he swore. He glances around as he heads to his jet, relaxing now that he was alone. “Of course, just give me a second.” He murmurs softly heading to the bathroom.
He frowns and starts filling the sink up with warm water, the kid squirming around anxiously as if he was going to be digested any second. Considering where he was Tony didnt blame him, his stomach letting a gurgle of protest out as the water sloshed at the movements.
“Alright kid brace yourself.” He says grimacing. He takes a deep breath before sticking a finger down his throat gagging heavily a few times before water started trickling out. He grunts slightly and sticks his finger down further gaging loudly before he felt something slip back his throat and plop into his hand. He let's a shaky breath out quickly dipping the small thing into the awaiting water.
He grimaces and wipes his mouth relived the kid seemed alright, nervous and looking around but alright.
Peter almost missed the soft walls and darkness of the area but he was grateful to be out. “So...it’s nice to eat you and everything, I’m Tony Stark.”
Wait wait wait. The Iruma-kun fandom ? You're into it ? If so I'm gonna have to request some Dad Kalego because boi ! Our precious blue bean needs one trustworthy adult who'll know what to do. Kalego not letting Iruma getting into danger is what sold his character to me.
(Personally, I’m dying to see his reaction to Iruma being human- But yesss i’m a slut for dad figure not realizing they have a kid and said kid oblivious as well)
Kalego sat in his office staring at the blue haired demon- no human in silent shock. Iruma only seems to get more anxious with each second passing. How had he not seen it? Every weird quirk the boy had, the lack of horns and fangs- He had thrown the kid off a cliff. A spike of guilt hit him hard at that memory. The boy had been terrified and he had.."A-ah Kalego- sensei?"
He turns his attention to the human in front of him. The stupid self-sacrificing human who had constantly been throwing himself into danger.
A soft squishy little thing not meant to be thrown around by this world. He grits his teeth and stands suddenly the feeling of a fierce need to protect clawing at his chest. "Who else knows?" He demands to look down at the boy. A flash of fear from the boy making his stomach twist. When he doesn't receive and answer he slams his fist down on his desk. "I said who else knows!"
Iruma flinches back, his eyes wide and filled with fear and hesitancy. Kalego could practically hear the little heartbeat pounding in his chest. The small thing needed to be safe he needed to be tucked away from this cruel and dangerous world.
"J-just Grandpa, Opera-san and..and Balam-sensei." Iruma squeaks out, watching Kalego anxiously. "I-I ah..I know I'm not supposed to tell anyone sensei was really worried about anyone finding out and I know why but I just- you're my teacher and my..my familiar so I thought you should know too." The boy finishes squeezing his eyes shut, his head bowed slightly and his hands gripping his pants like he expected the demon to lash out and gobble him up right there.
"I pushed you off a cliff." Kalego watches his student tense, cautiously meeting his eyes. "E-eh? Well yeah but you didn't know that I didn't have any wings."
An exhausted sounding sigh escaped the demon as he looked at Iruma. A human. It was a miracle that the small thing had made it this far. He had done so many things that would've killed a human. The protective feeling itched at his mind, his scowl deepening
“The point is you would’ve been killed you senseless idiot.” It made sense why the idiotic head of the school had those cutesy little lessons be mandatory, even then he wasn’t doing his grandson any favors. “Not only that if someone got a whiff of your wound you would’ve been killed. Do you understand that? How close to begin torn apart you were?”
The color drains from the boys' face those stupidly innocent eyes peering up at him. Guilt clawed at his chest, but the boy needed to know how dangerous it was. Young demons didn’t understand the full truth behind eating humans and... neither would Iruma. His anger fades when he finally takes a good look at the boy, tears slowly dripping down his cheeks, his lip trembling ever so slightly.
“I... I know. and I’m sorry for worrying you Kalego Sensei, but..but I needed to help Sabnock and the Guardian's baby- and! and I don’t wanna worry Azz or Clara because that just adds a ton of stress onto them-” the child kept ramblings, tears still pricking at the corner of his eyes. Kalego wasn’t sure what was being said, finally he gave into the instinct screaming at him.
He lunges forward his entire being demanding the safety of this odd demon hatchling, more so when Iruma flinched. Kalego wasn’t a parental creature, he never saw himself settling down with a mate and having hatchlings. Still a soft warble escapes him as he presses his forehead against Iruma’s.
There was silence from his student, Kalego taking it as a sign to continue. His wings flare from his wing base before folding over them in a swift motion. It was out of character for him this whole thing was. He had never felt this unbearably heavy feeling of parental instinct before.
“You. You need extra lessons, not only about basic demon history but on culture and customs. It’s a miracle you haven’t been killed yet.” He pulls back, trying to shove those ridiculous feelings away. Iruma wasn’t his hatchling- just a student he needed to pay special attention to.
“You..you’re not going to eat me?” The boy asks meekly, his eyes wide with confusion. For the love of- did this stupid little human seriously come here expecting to be eaten? “I certainly want to.” He growls, frowning when the boy tenses up in the chair, but he didn’t run. No self-preservation.
“At least I’d know where you were, and none of that ridiculous display of self-sacrificing behavior.” He continues half trying to jolt a reaction from the boy. “Tch, it’s obvious Balam hasn’t told you.” He was surprised the demon hadn’t swallowed the boy himself, he knew his friend to be oddly protective of the human species..then again, he was probably terrified of scaring the boy.
“He um..told me not to tell anyone and to use better perfumes.” Iruma squeaks, playing with the edge of his shirt. Kalego lets an exhausted sigh out as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Looks like the duty of telling the boy fell to him. Wonderful.
“Demons eat humans.” He starts off seeing the boy tense again, his cowlick seeming to straighten a bit. “You’re aware of that, but it’s more than that. Demons aren't like you humans; we have a pouch of sorts.” He pauses to let the boy absorb the information. “Now humans are an easy source to heal from, so what better way to become practically invincible than to hold a human in your pouch? There were also cases of human hatchlings being adopted by demons this way, it got..messy, so precautions were put into place and stories were twisted to prevent the mess from happening again.”
“S..so you want to...put me in that pouch Kalego-Sensei?” Iruma asks- it was a genuinely innocent question that made all his parental instincts surge to the surface. “It would certainly keep you out of trouble.” He snaps before composing himself with a deep breath. It wasn’t Iruma’s fault the poor thing didn’t even know half the things he should.
“It...it won’t hurt you, will it? Im..im a little big to fit.” the comments quietly, his eyes flinching to his middle nervously. “Even now you’re worrying about others you ridiculous hatchling!?” He snaps, that ugly protective feeling ripping through his chest. “I could tear you apart right now, I could keep you from your beloved friends and grandfather and yet you are worried about me.” He snarls, baring his teeth at the boy.
He’s expecting some reaction, fear, tears *something* and yet those blue eyes just stared back at him with just a hint of surprise. “U-um...Kalego-Sensei are..are you..are you concerned about me? Because you shouldn’t be I’m fine I swear.”
If this boy kept it up, he would be ending up in his gut. “Yes, I am concerned about you. You the human that throws himself into every dangerous situation, a human that regularly goes up against demons who could snap him into a twig, a silly little child who has no idea how much danger he truly is in.” Which each word he gets closer to the small thing again, the parental feeling roaring at him.
“You are a hatchling, a mere baby compared to me and everyone around you due to your species. You could die at any moment just because a demon went into their evil cycle.” He slams his hands on either arm of the chair Iruma was sitting in, peering down at that child.
There was silence between before Iruma’s eyes watered again. The boy’s shoulders tensed up as he grabbed the fabric of his uniform. The soft warble escapes him again before he can think properly, this time Iruma responds to it, much like a demon hatchling would by lightly pressing his forehead against his. He could feel the tremors wracking the boy's body, guilt washing over him again.
“You’re ridiculous.” He murmurs, proceeding to let a cautious croon out. It was odd not hearing a responding noise. His hatchling wasn’t a demon however, he wouldn’t ever respond the way he expected.
He sighs and slowly pulls away, before awkwardly lifting the boy up by his armpits and shifting him against his body. It felt wrong, but the boy responded this time, his face buried in his chest as he let out pitiful sounding sobs out.
“What am I going to do with you?” He closes his eyes, once again folding his wings over the shivering body. “I..I’m sorry...I didn't mean to..to worry you Kalego-Sensei.” Iruma finally manages to choke out. Of course, he would take the blame-even if it was right this time.
“That ridiculous grandfather of yours hasn’t done you any favors..But I promise to keep you safe where he fails.”
That promise had been made several weeks ago, and Iruma, to the boy's credit, had tried staying out of dangerous situations. Since then, the ridiculous protective feeling had been growing stronger, it came to be a problem when Clara had accidentally cut Iruma’s hair with a sharp object.
“Look what you’ve done! You hurt Master Iruma you reckless brat!” Asmodeus snaps at the green haired demon before turning to Iruma who laughs nervously as his friend grasped his hurt hand. “Iruma-Sama are you alright? Let me see how deep it is.” The human opening his mouth to speak, Clara interrupting him before he could get a word in.
Clara shoves her hand into her pockets promptly bringing out bandages. “Here Iruma Chi- I didn’t mean to.” She whines, her tail whipping behind her anxiously. Asmodeus snatches the offered bandages, focused on making it better. Kalego however couldn’t take it anymore. The hatchling was hurt, he was hurt, and his blood scent would be in the air soon enough. He knew full well the stupid little thing wouldn’t fight if his friends turned on him.
“Enough. I will take it from here, get to class.” He snaps, resisting the urge to snarl at the two demons. The last thing he wanted to get out was him showing parental instincts to a student. “But-” HE cuts the pink haired demon off immediately, “Now Asmodeus.”
“I’ll be okay, I promise Azz.” Iruma reassures, and only then did the demon nod slowly. “Very well, I will see you in class then.” And with that they were left alone, Asmodeus dragged Clara from the area. The second the two were gone Kalego gripped the back of Iruma’s shirt, lifting the human up much like a kitten, the boy also lifted his legs up much like one.
“Ah..um.. Kalego sensei?” He squeaks, the demon's attention snapping back to the small creature. His instincts roared to life again, his eyes narrowing before taking an annoyed breath in. “Why must you make every little thing complicated?” He growls. Now he would need to make up a lie of why the boy wasn’t in class, then deal with Balam about swallowing the human, god he would need to deal with the annoying human being tucked away too, “Sorry? Can I um..go to Balam sensei? Or Grandpa if it’s annoying.”
Kalego growls information as he feels an odd warming sensation in his fingers, the human slowly being adjusted in size. “No. That’s not what’s going to happen.” When had he become so protective of the little troublemaker? Just because he was human? Iruma was really a clueless little thing. They had this talk a few days ago and yet he didn’t seem to recall. It was only until the boy seemed to notice he was dangling more he connected the dots.
“O-oh am... are you gonna..Kalego sensei are you going to use the um..pouch you talked about?” Iruma squeaked his eyes wide. The expression made him sigh in exasperation.
“How have you survived in this world for so long? You're completely oblivious.” He mutters beneath his breath, cupping a hand under the boy as his form continued to shrink. Something small enough he wouldn’t be noticeable tucked away but large enough the boy wouldn't feel like he would be forgotten inside. The last thing he wanted to do was traumatize the human.
“I guess I'm really lucky?” Iruma responds, cautiously grasping onto the fingers gripping the back of his uniform. The boy seemed to relax when a hand came to support his feet. It was surprising how...trusting the boy was. “Luck might have something to do with it.” He agrees, looking at the boy sitting in his palm. Before he could even think a soft warbling croon escaped him, Iruma's eyes widening in recognition and letting a rough sounding whine out. Someone had been doing research and even if it wasn’t perfect his instincts roared inside him, his pupils dilating slightly.
“Did..did I do that right?” The boy squeaks, trying again. The rough sounding whine was imperfect, but it made every parental feeling inside of Kalego twist inside him. “It’s rough.” He mumbles lifting the boy above his mouth. There was a brief pause where Iruma lifted his feet up nervously before lowering them again. “o-oh..sorry. It’s um... it’s a little hard to do.” The boy admits quietly, a small squeak escaping him when Kalegos’s lips parted.
“Then practice more, I’m sure you’re capable of doing it correctly.” Seeing the human’s eyes widen at the rush of warmth was adorable, mostly because there wasn’t a hint of fear in them. “You’ll be fine, do not kick me.” It was a small attempt of reassuring the boy, which seemed to work as there wasn’t any flailing as he lowered the boy inside his mouth being cautious of his fangs. He made sure to cradle the small frame on his tongue, waiting a second before sealing the human inside.
The moment was silent before tiny hands started to poke around, a sense of curiosity slowly radiating from the small frame inside of his jaws. He let a soft sigh out before starting to slick Iruma up for the trip down. He closes his eyes focusing on the flavor of the small body, enjoying the satisfaction of his instincts being soothed.
A squeal suddenly sounded from between his jaws, his eyes snapping open as Iruma squirmed around, shoving at his tongue with another squeal. Laughter. Was he somehow tickling this small hatchling? A brief feeling of deviousness washes over him before he starts targeting the seemingly ticklish spots on the boy, a wonderful sounding bought of laughter sounding out. He continued his relentless attack before letting the boy have a rest, small giggles occasionally escaping the boy.
After a moment he tilted his head back, waiting for the feeling of small feet at the entrance of his throat before swallowing thickly. After the second swallow he pressed a finger against the boys form his collar bone. down until the boy slipped under his collar bone.
A warm weight squelched into his stomach, a squirming child moving around for a few moments. Probably getting oriented. “Ah..um Kalego- sensei.. This is safe right? Sorry it’s just um..it’s a little scary, not that I don’t Trust you! It’s just a stomach and humans can’t exactly do this.” The voice was muffled slightly and yet he could hear it as clear as day. A small sense of guilt washed over him as he sighed, pressing a hand to his middle. “Yes-” He cuts the little nervous ramble off. “It’s completely safe. Now get settled down, just because you’re inside doesn’t mean you can ignore the lesson. We both know you have a lot to catch up on as well.”
There was a small shift in weight before he felt the boy fully settle down. Oddly enough against his hand, which he didn’t think would make the boy comfortable. “I will tell your friends that you went to the nurse's office.” HE adds on with a sigh. This didn’t mean he was going soft, it just meant he was indulging in his instincts, nothing more or less.
There was silence as he started back towards their classroom, the royal one the boy had managed to get them. Admittedly it was much nicer than the original classroom and the fledglings were working hard to keep their earned room. Just as he was going back to the door a small voice piped up.
“Kalego sensei?”
He pauses his hand brushed against the door handle. “Yes Iruma?”
“Thank you for um..looking out for me, I appreciate it.”
Kalego let a small sigh out cupping his hand to his middle again, relishing the perfect feeling of having the troublesome hatchling tucked away safely. “Don’t expect me to coddle you. You will need to grow strong to protect yourself.” There was silence again, so he opened the door, striding inside to his desk.
“I promise you Kalego Sensei that I will rank up and get stronger. I won’t disappoint you.” A brief smile twitches at the corner of his lips the statement. He could practically see the determined look on the child’s face. He didn’t doubt the small human either, Iruma worked hard to get where he was now and with proper guidance, he didn’t doubt the boy would do great things.
“I know.” He murmurs quietly before clearing his throat and addressing the class. He would need to speak with Balam and the idiot chairman about Iruma but for now... He had a class to teach.
Okay, you can't just give us this content and NOT have someone ask for a one shot-
Come on, please-
Give us the one shot on how Cacao found that little crumbling-
okay okay XD You're right- also adding the art back on because no one can stop me lmao))
Defending the borders of his kingdom was important, there had been a great threat and Cacao wasn't keen on repeating the battle and the loss that came with it. He had lost his son to a sword and while he wasn't dead the attack had left his body weakened. AS if sensing the memory, the healed wound twitched in pain. Sense that moment he closed up and kept the castle strictly staff only..that didn't mean he wouldn't fight for his domain.
He scans the area frowning when he sees a Dire Creamwolf stalking something in the snow, an off-white cloak seeming to be a dark contract in the blinding freezing icing. It was normal to see young crumbs fighting their first Creamwolf to complete their training and slowly start joining the ranks of the kingdom only something was off. He holds up a fist the party coming to a silent halt.
He slowly approached the unaware wolf, focusing on both the predator and the small form curled in the icing. Though he couldn't feel much, a brief flash of a flurry of emotions hit him. This wasn't a crumbling ready to prove themselves, they were tiny! He grits his teeth raising his sword, swinging just as the wolf lunged for the small form.
He might have cut the predator down, but it didn't mean they were safe yet..in fact a pack should be nearby which was never a good thing. "Stand crumb." He orders waiting for the cookie to stand up. All he managed to make out was a small whimper, the small form curling up more. A small sigh escapes him as he kneels in the icing, the cold biting into his knees as he settled down. “Are you that weak?” He moves his hands under the crumbling slowly lifting them up to examine the small cookie. He wasn’t receiving any response, though the small body leaned into the heat he was putting off. The trembling didn’t fade however, which was rather concerning.
"You're cold." Cacao looks at the small thing in his hands, a painful feeling of familiarity washing over him. Their size was much like his son's, he had found the crumb like this as well small and helpless, barely able to swing a sword to defend himself. This small thing didn’t even have a weapon or had lost it. A loud piercing howl echos through the woods drawing him from his thoughts, his party shifting behind him for the order to draw arms. "It's not safe here. You'll die." He waited for a response, expecting something verbal.
Another trembling whimper escapes the crumb, yellow eyes filled with tears peering up at him. Huh..a Crunchy Chip Cookie..how odd. Maybe their parents had abandoned them or maybe simply were killed by the beasts they tried to tame, either way they couldn't stay out here...and the rest of his party need their hands and so did he. They were so small compared to him which meant they would fit snugly inside.
Well, it was as good as any time to swallow them down. Thanks to his stature and how small the crumbling was it wouldn't be too much of a hassle, maybe a slight stretch against the armor but it would keep them safe. "You're already causing trouble." He let a mildly annoyed breath out as he opens his mouth wide. He heard a frightened little gasp, small hands scrambling to grasp at his gloves. He sighs and continues to ease the small crumbling head into his waiting maw.
They were so young he could still taste the sweetness on them. They weren't being fed bitters, yet, which meant they weren't anywhere near ready to start being independent or try to fight on their own. The sweetness was something he hadn’t tasted in years, not since his own crumbling was young or since he had been one himself.
There was a brief panic, a small spasm as he gently laps at the crumbling body, trying to coat as much as the dry surface as possible. He didn't have time for fighting, another howl sounded though much closer than the last time. He needed to get the crumbling down now and safe. It wouldn’t be..comfortable for him but it would get the crumbling down. He closes his eyes mentally, bracing himself before swallowing. The feeling of the semi slick head pressed into the entrance of his throat, so he swallowed again, ignoring the whine and terrified whimper, the crumbling starting to squirm in his grasp.
He continued guiding the crumb's body further into his mouth swallowing the dry body. He kept the soft flesh away from his teeth not wanting to cause any harm to the crumbling if he could help it. It stung and tore at his throat but with a blinding flash of pain and nausea the small thing squelched into his stomach. The size of the crumbling made his middle press out against his armor. The feeling wasn't exactly unpleasant, if anything the weight brought a familiar feeling. He stood from his kneeling position, the organ gurgling loudly as it tried to cradle the small form of the wriggling crumbling.
"Draw your arms, we will fight the Dire Creamwolves. It should be a swift victory." He announces, turning to face the group he had brought. The sound of swords, shields and other weapons bring drawn. He grabs his sword, gripping the hilt. A small squirming from his middle increases causing him growl in warning.
"Stay still crumb, I need my focus."
The squirms fall immediately just as the first of the pack emerges from the trees. He’d deal with the small thing tucked in his middle later, right now they needed to defend themselves. He turns to face the edge of the forest, a brief silence as the gaze of the creamwolf landed on their fallen foe. Seconds later he was swinging his sword as the pack advanced in a raged fury.
The battle had been relatively easy, minor wounds but no deaths or permanent damage. He rubs his temples in exhaustion as he pulls his armor off, pausing when he felt the small crumbling stretch out at the new room. It felt...nice. The corners of his mouth briefly twitch up, cupping a hand over the small lump they made. He supposed he should let them out.
He grabs his kimono, changing into the soft material before pulling on a thick warm cloak, the warmth seeping back into his old bones. He hoped he managed to keep the crumbling warmth through the battle and march back. “I suppose it’s time to bring you back out.” He murmurs, waiting for a response verbal or nonverbal. He waited for a few moments before noticing the soft breaths.
They were slow and deep, sometimes hitching and other times pausing to match the rhythm of his own breaths. It was almost... Serene. “Ah..I see. You’re napping.” He starts heading to the throne room, ready to rest on his throne while listening to the upcoming or current issues in the kingdom. Perhaps he should see if any beast tamers had lost their crumbling.
AS he makes his way to the room e feels the crumb shift, a small hum coming from the little thing before they settled again. He hoped they were comfortable, or at the very least a little warmed up now. He cups a hand under their form, lightly rubbing his middle with a thumb. The cloak covered any sign of the crumbling, so he wouldn’t need to deal with concerned or curious cookies.
He sits on his throne, lightly drumming his fingers over the crumbling. Later he would need to ask them questions, such as their name, why they were alone and any idea of who their parents were. He takes a small breath in taking in the moment. He hadn’t had a little tucked away since..well since his son Dark Choco. Another small twitch of his slips as he thinks of the memory. The small crumbling got used to the idea rather quickly and had been disappointed when he grew too big to be swallowed down.
“That will probably happen with you as well.” He muses to himself looking down at his middle. It would be a shame to wake them up now..he’d wait until they woke up from their little nap.
Gasp I actually continued something unpormpted??? Thanks @wackysideblog for basically giving me all the material for a part two lol. I appreciate you!!!
“Rhodey I’m going to need you to buy a fish tank, like a huge one.” Tony says the second he heard his friend pick up the phone. He can’t help the smile that dances on his face when he sees Peter’s face peering up from the sink. It has been a weird talk, reassuring the boy he had been safe and that he hadn’t exactly wanted to put the kid in his stomach.
“A... fish tank? Tones why did you buy fish, I thought this was a merger meeting or some shit?” Rhodey replies slowly, thought the genius could hear him grab his car keys. Good. “It’s ah...a long story honey bear, all I know is that I need a fish tank, all the good stuff too, sand? Sand, right?” Once he gets a shy nod from the boy he continues, “Plants, those weird little fish houses, the nine yards.”
“Do I even want to know?” Came the exhausted sigh from his friend. “Probably not, love you honey bear I’ll see you when I land.” He grins exaggeratedly blowing kisses before hanging up. He turns his attention to the small thing in the sink clasping his hands together. “Alright good news, you have a tank now so no bowls and cups.”
He pulled up the stool he had stolen from the other plane section taking a seat. The boy really was something to marvel at. He never really thought mermaids would exist then again Peter wasn’t exactly that. Tentacles kept moving, the boy grasping lightly onto one obviously using it as a comfort. He didn’t blame the kid, it had to be hard with everything that had happened.
He didn’t exactly get a response, just a small chittering that obviously meant something to Peter. So, he clasps his hands together putting what he hoped was a comforting smile on. “If you’re all cozy here then I guess I’ll just ah- go in the other room and let you chill here.” He stands grabbing the stool. He should’ve guessed that the small thing would be nervous around him. Peter had literally been inside of him not even an hour ago.
“No! no please- “the boy whimpers, which chittering noise following his words. He glances back his heart melting when he saw small hands reaching out and up to him, tentacles withering in distress. “Woah, woah easy there buddy I’ll stay.” He scoots the stool closer instead, offering a hand to the small thing.
A weird sensation washes over him as cool tentacles grasp as his fingers, wrapping around them as the kid nuzzled closer to him, letting a shaky sigh out. Who knew octopus hybrids were touchy feely. “See? I’m here kiddo and I’m on your side.” He soothes as he runs a finger down the boy’s back. A quiet content hum comes from the boy, so he continues the motion.
“I know this whole thing hasn’t been fun for you, but on the bright side you were warm.”
A small giggle draws from Peter, Tony chuckling with him. That was good then, playful banter and such. “And wiggly, very very wiggly. It was the weirdest noodles I’ve ever had.” He teases, lightly poking the boy’s side. More giggling came from the small thing, the grip tightening on his fingers.
“You’re really something else kid. Very brave that’s for sure, thank you for not wrecking complete havoc on my insides.”
“Y-you were just keeping me safe from those bad men.” Peter speaks. Tony couldn’t help but be in awe of that, how could he not be? Sure, super humans and such existed bit the fact that a very small hybrid child did was extraordinary. “I was, but still, you didn’t know that did you? You just thought I was being a dick.” He points out, stroking the boys back again.
Peter shrugs, small hands gripping onto a finger along with the soft blue tentacles. “It wasn’t that but...it um...it was warm and soft. Just a little scary cause I really didn’t wanna die.” Oh man. This kid was going to destroy him, wasn’t he?
He uses his only free finger to gently tilt the boy’s head up. “Peter, kid, I never would’ve done that if I knew it wasn’t safe. The whole point was to get you out safely, I was in control the whole time.” The soft brown eyes widen slightly before they scrunch up, tears pooling up in them. His heart squeezed at the look he was getting, his fingers curling more around the boy protectively.
“Easy there kiddo, it’s alright. You’re alright.” After a second he lifts the boy up, bring the small body to his chest. Sure, ruining a 5,000-dollar suit wasn’t great but the way tiny hands clutches onto the fabric as the small thing started sobbing trumped that. “You’re safe with me, I promise. Inside and out as unbelievable as it sounds.”
More whimpering sobs, tentacles gripping onto the fabric rather than his hand at his point. “I’ve gotcha, no more scary things.” He promises softly. The next hours were soothing Peter, occasionally dunking the boy to keep him from drying out as he slept. He had only tried setting the boy down once and it hadn’t really gone well so he just gave up letting the small thing rest.
When they were about ten minutes out, he called Rhodey again realizing he didn’t exactly have anything to put the boy in to get him to the tank. “Hey honey bear, update on the tank?” He asks, stroking peter’s back as the boy slept. “Tony, you told me to get, and I quote, ‘like a huge one’ so it’s barely even filled.”
Tony curses under his breath looking down at the little troublemaker himself. HE guessed he could have Rhodey grab a bowl or something while they waited. “Right right, shit...ah I’ll improvised, but we should be coming in around...well I mean like 30 minutes at this point.” He says with a small sigh. He’d wake peter up to let him get mentally prepared to meet another human.
“Alright, I’ll see you then, but you totally owe me an explanation.”
“Honey bear I never said I wasn’t going to give you one- but seriously I’ll tell you everything when I land.” They exchange their goodbyes before Tony hangs up, lightly nudging the boy’s side. “Peter, Peeete, come on kiddo we have a slight problem.”
He chuckles when all he gets is a whine, the grip tightening on his suit. “You can go back to sleep once we get this taken care of how about that?” it was a little bargain at least. He needed to figure out how to get Peter in the tower without A. being seen, and B. without drying out. Annoyed chittering was the response, a blearily looking face peering up at him.
“Yes, I know so mean, but we have a slight issue here kid.” He says with a sigh, Peter perking up more at the comment. A nervous look dusting his feature. “Is..is it me? I don’t- please don’t leave me.” God this kid-
“No no, that’s not the issue kiddo, we’re about to land and I don’t ah...have anything to put you in, not only that the car ride there is a bit long and the tank isn’t full yet.” Tony explains gently as he smooths the boy’s hair back. Speaking of which- he cups his free hand in the water, brings back a handful of it before dumping it on the boy. Peter relaxes at the feeling, the tentacles wriggling about gleefully.
“That’s not really a problem! You can just swallow me again.” The boy chirps, looking up at him with one of the most trusting looks he had ever seen. Tony blinked in surprise trying to process what the boy had just said. “Ah...that requires me swallowing you again and I’m pretty sure you didn’t like that last time.”
“Just cause I didn’t know it was safe, and I didn’t know you Mr. Stark.” Peter points out, reaching his arms up, grasping at the man’s face. The amount of trust that was being put in him was astounding if he was being honest. He swallows thickly, not missing how the small thing following the trip he would take. God he wasn’t expecting Peter to enjoy it but...if he was being honest, it was the most efficient way of getting Peter to the tower.
“Alright-alright no need to be all mushy gushy I’ll be your personal taxi.” He stands with the boy in his hand heading to the kitchenette. Water was going to be needed for this for sure. The plane was landing, though he hadn’t noticed, bringing his hand above his face. Peter of course giggled at the comment, his tentacles wriggling about like they had a mind of their own. “Oh, you think that’s funny? That I have to do all the work and you get to relax all comfy cozy?” He grabs a water bottle, promptly chugging it so the kid wouldn’t have a terrible landing.
He chuckles when Peter squeals in delight, more giggles coming as he lowered the boy into his mouth, the odd feeling of cool tentacles hitting his tongue. It was great timing, as the first swallow came when Rhodey was stepping onto the jet just as he was getting ready to swallow the rest of the boy down.
“What- TONY!”
Tony gags slightly, startled as he swallowed the rest of peter down, a lump sliding down his throat and under his collar bone. HE wheezes slightly, grimacing when Rhodey practically flew across the space, hands pressed to his middle. “Spit him out, god what the hell!”
Tony grimaces at the movement, Peter sloshing around in his gut. “Ick- Rhodey, hey ah maybe don’t shake me when I’m full of water and a kid.” He manages to grit out, gagging slightly. Oh, that very much wasn’t a pleasant feeling. “You ate a kid! Spit him out. Now.” His friend demands, not stopping his shaking in the least.
“He’s fine! The acids are diluted and everything! Come one, just like stop.” When the man didn’t, he forced him down, pressing the man’s head against his gut. “Peter for the love of god say something I’m going to hurl if he doesn’t stop shaking me.”
“He’s not going to- ““Mr. Sir um human Mr. Stark’s friend! Um I’m fine I promise! It’s safe too, Mr. Stark promises and..and its really um not that bad.”
Rhodey fell silent before looking back to his friend in disbelief. “How the fuck- ““Language, he’s totally going to pick up on that and the last thing we need is for him to have a little potty mouth.”
“You have a kid in your stomach I’m allowed at least one fuck.” Rhodey shoots back with a frown, pulling away from the man’s middle. Tony sighs in relief as his stomach calms down a bit. Man being this hydrated sucked majorly. Tiny hands started pressing into the stomach lining, followed by tentacles, the rubbing somewhat soothing the upset organ. “Preciate’ that kid- and I know it’s a little messed up honey bear, but ah he’s fine and it’s the best I’ve got right now.”
His friend took a deep breath in, obviously trying to process everything that was happening which was understandable. “As long as I keep drinking water mini-Ursula here is fine.” He reassures as he pats his gut. “My name is Peter not Ursula Mr. Stark.” God he could practically hear the pout in the boy’s tone. “I know I know, it’s a nickname. We’ll watch the movie later.”
“That’s so…weird. You can hear him and everything?” Rhodey asks with- well Tony wasn’t sure what that expression was but it was certainly an expression. He nods and drums his fingers over his middle, chuckling when Peter squealed at the action. The odd feeling of tentacles pushing back quickly following. That was a feeling for sure. “Everything, and I can feel all the things too. Let me tell you suction cups on your stomach lining? Weirdest feeling ever, like I swear the butterfly expression is outdated, more like octopus in your stomach.”
The weight in his gut settled back down against, Peter letting an odd purring sound out as he got comfortable, no doubt taking a nap. Little shit.
“Wait- you said you needed to drink water with him inside?”
“Yep- hey woah I literally just drank a water bottle.” He complains as Rhodey brushes past him to grab another. His friend uncaps it before handing it to him. “Drink it anyway, he probably needs it.” Tony opened his mouth to argue before promptly shutting it at the look he was given. He accepts the bottle with a grimace, taking a sip. He stifles a smile at the small squeal coming from the boy at the cool liquid trickling into his space.
“I’m going I’m going- lets just get to the tower so I can spit him back up.”
Rhodey nods in agreement, both of them heading out of the jet to the car. Tony wincing as he moved as smoothy as possible. HE wasn’t exactly keen on sloshing the boy around, or just in general. He takes another sip of water as he eases himself into the passenger side seat. He gingerly buckles before leaning his seat back. “Is that smart?” Rhodey asks curious as he starts the car, content chittering coming from his cargo at the soft vibrations of the car. “We’ll find out just get us to the tower.”
Man...now I kinda want a writing drabble of Black Garlic encountering Berserk Dark Cacao and basically begging that he eat her
Haha ask and you shall receive anon >:3)
Being killed had been unpleasant, being killed via curse was even worse. The rage that overtook him made him attack everything and anything in the area. After a brave group of cookies managed to break the curse it became very obvious many cookies couldn't see him in his new state.
That meant his son. It hurt but he was able to see the crumbling grow so he would never complain about that.
At the moment he was wandering his halls taking in every detail. He sighs as he looks at the portraits done of his family. He smiles slightly brushing a clawed hand over both his sons. The moment was somber and silent well until the loud sound of a camera shutter sounded.
He turned around to see what was happening surprised to see a young crumbling squealing with delight. "Oh my dough! I caught a picture! Oo it's so clear too, barely glitchy- amaizng!"
Her gaze flicked to him once more a thrilled sparkle in her eyes. "Look at you- amazing! Oh- oh I have so many questions, let me turn my stream on real quick." She didn't give room for him to argue the light of the camera turning on after she adjusted it to the 'perfect' angle.
"Oh shoot- you don't mind do ya? You're the first and only ghost who's stayed!" She giggles sheepishly brushing hair from her face. Her energy was much different than either of his sons..it was amusing if anything. He shakes his head wondering where this would go.
"Eee! Great wonderful- anyway first! First I have to know, can you still tuck cookies away?"
Cacao blinks curiously glancing down at himself before shrugging. He hadn't exactly tried, he highly doubted any cookie would find it comforting if he wasn't visable to them. There was a pause before the small crumb lifted her hands up immediantly.
"Let's try it! Come on I promsie I don't taste bad! Plus! Plus it's for science." She half demands half asks, grabbing up at him. Very different than his sons that was for sure. After a moment he curiously reaches a clawed hand towards her effortlessly scooping her small frame up.
It had been a while sense he was able to protect another cookie like this. Part of him was delighted if he was being truthful. The crumbling let a squeal out pointing the camera to his hands and the ground as if showing off how high she was. "This is amazing! Wonderful- oh my dough my followers are going to love this!"
His eyes crinkle in amusement as he lifts her to his mouth, surprised when she immediantly shoves her hands against his lips and into his mouth. Her flavor is strong and a tad nauseating but the eager look in her eyes made him part his mouth open. He didn't even need to coax the crumb into his mouth she was already squirming inside. The feeling of small hands against his tongue was a welcomed feeling a sense of fondness washing over him.
Before he fully realizes it he had brought the crumbling compeltely inside his mouth, sealing her away from the world with a clack of his teeth. A small purr slowly starts rumbling in his chest as he lightly pushed the girl around. Nothing but giggles and squeals came from her. Tiny hands pressing everywhere they could get to. A few times he had to nudge her away from his teeth, afraid she's harm herself.
"This is amazing- you're obviously a ghost but this is a physical form. Hmm it was different than before too- maybe a response? Muscle memory maybe." She was talking to herself at this point and he slowly just started to tune her out simply allowing her to explore.
After a few moments of rambling and the small body poking everywhere he felt her feet press against the entrance to his throat. Adoreable she already wanted down. He swallows thickly pressing a clawed finger against his throat, gleefully tracing her path until she slipped beneath his armor.
She landed with a heavy squelch into his stomach, her hands flying to the walls as she explored and tried touching absolutely everything. "My dough this is- oh wow! You're really goopy that has to be a ghost thing. Its very smooth too- and you're stomach walls they're slightly transparent."
He allows himself to relax listening to her prattle on about her discovery. The only thing he had his mind set on was finally being able to comfort his grieving crumbling.
I think this is a squeal to but idk its been sitting in drafts for a while-))
Thank you Autocorrect for changing all 'Mr.Starks' to 'Mr.Sharks' and the warmly accepted Mr.Scrubs ))
Peter should've listened to his spide
After recusing Peter from his kidnappers Tony expected to be able to go to the tower and cough the kid up.
The second he stepped into the tower Pepper was by his side. "You have a meeting and no you cant skip this one." Was the first thing out of her mouth.
Instinctually he had a hand over his stomach as if she could see the now wriggling kid tucked away in within him. Her eyes follow the movement.
"...Is he alright?" Pepper asks soflty, seemingly understanding. She remembered being in the kids spot. While disgusting she had to admit that it was the safest spot.
"He's fine, just a little upset." Tony responds quietly not wanting to draw anymore attention than he had. While he wanted to let the kid out as soon as possible it was becoming obvious that it wouldn't be as soon as he would like.
"Mr.Stark? Is Uh- something wrong?"
God bless Peter and his patience. The kid had been sitting in his stomach for roughly and hour and a half and still hadnt complained much.
"And theres no way out of this?" Tony asks with a grimace. He hated not answering the kid but he had a feeling his free time was running out quickly. Pepper shakes her head, tapping her clipboard anxiously.
"Tell him I'm sorry." She says with a small sigh. A worker was waving her down, so with a reluctant smile she went off to see what was the issues.
"..Mr.Stark?" Peter echos again, sounding more anxious than before. That jolted Tony out of the awkward silence. He sighs tiredly and heads towards the elevator. It probably wouldnt look good if he started talking to himself.
There was a flutter in his stomach which he recognized as tiny hands feeling around.
Never any violent kicking or punching.
The kid was obviously terrified and he still hadn't started flailing around. Tony was thankful for that, he wasnt sure if he could handle that.
The second he was alone he was speaking. "I'm here kid." He reassures, pressing at where the kid was. There was a small jolt meaning he probably spooked Peter slightly.
"Are we at the tower? Can you let me out?"
Were the next things out of Peter's mouth. He couldn't blame the kid really. Being in complete darkness with no idea of what was happening had to be hell for the kid.
"Easy kid, yes we're at the tower as for letting you out..that's going to be a little complicated." He responds with a grimace. The weight inside him shifted, Peter probably trying to process what he had said.
"Am- Mr.Stark am I stuck here?"
Tony sighs. The small quiver in the kids voice nearly broke him so did the trembling. "No no- I can get you out I just..I have a meeting that I cant skip."
The doors dinged open to the floor, his stomach flip flopping when he saw everyone getting seat. He was just on time. "As soon as this is over, I swear I'll get you out." He reassures his kid quickly.
Before peter could respond he was heading into the room, all eyes now on him. He stuck his hands in his pockets to keep them from protective resting over his middle. They couldnt see Peter and if they could they had bigger issues.
"Welcome everyone, I hope you're ready to talk about stocks and new designs." Tony announces. The room stayed silent for his presentation that Pepper had been kind enough to put together.
The meeting lasted a painful hour. Tony wasnt exactly sure but he had a feeling that Peter had fallen asleep somewhere around the 20 minute mark.
He didn't blame the kid there wasn't much to do in someone's stomach.
There was another five minutes eaten up by thanking the people who showed up before he was back in the elevator and heading back up to the penthouse.
"Kid? You awake?" Tony asks softly. After a small whined response he decided to let the kid sleep, it might've been better that he wasn't awake for the next part.
He sighs to himself and heads over to the sink, grabbing a bowl and filling it with warm water. It would suffice until the kid woke up enough for a bath.
Coughing the kid up was as pleasant as trying to throw up a stone, but at least he didn't panic on the way up.
He grimaces slightly as he gags again Peter spilling into his mouth. He carefully pulls the kid out by the back of his soaked sweatshirt. He made a mental note to buy Peter another one.
Just in case he kept another hand under the kid as he lifted him out. How the kid could sleep through this he would never know.
It is currently storming like hell right now, can you please provide a one shot of any cookies of your choice?
-cookie nom anon
I'm not sure if this actually posted or not- (service is horrible) but I hope it eventually did and I hope the storm wasn't too bad!!)
Churro stared out of the temple watching the rain come down in rhythmatic sheets soaking the area in seconds. He was meant to be guarding the Tree as usual but the rain it brought back some..unpleasant memories.
The rain meant unseen attackers, it meant causities of those who slumbered, those he couldn't protect.. it meant the possible death of their beloved Tree. He clenches his fists feeling the familiar metal of the gauntlet dig into his skin.
"Why do you harm yourself gaurdian?"
Churro straightens as the memories fade, the lights of the village glowing softly as a reminder he was not the only one awake anymore. "I was lost in though my Tree." He admits quietly still staring out of the temple, still tense and waiting to protect.
"They do not seem to be good thoughts." The Tree answers, a hand resting on his shoulder. It was warm..comforting almost. He would never get over the feeling or awe of the Tree addressing *him* as an equal.
"They are thoughts and they are mine to bare." He states firmly unable to look their protector in the eyes. How could he when he failed the village several times over the years? "You don't need to worry, I will do my duty." The weight left his shoulder and the sound of rain grew louder.
The rain sounded harsh, like it always had. It was meant to be purifying but to him? To him it was the sounds of his failure, of his solitude in a village where none of his people were awake. There was silence again and for a moment Churro believed he was left alone, until the hand returns on his shoulder again..only it was heavier.
Finally his turns his gaze from the temple to his Tree, surprised to see the change in size. It was times he forgot that their Tree possessed powers such as these. His knees felt weak suddenly but not from fear, just a sudden exhaustion.
The kind expression felt much like the sun that warmed their village in the warm summer months, but there was a worry a soft crinkle around his eyes. Worried about him, a disposable cookie.
"The village is awake gaurdian, *I* am awake..there is no need for you to exhaust yourself like this." A laugh draws from Churro at the statement sounding bitter and tired even to him. "Rest? How can I rest my Tree? I cannot fail my village, I cannot fail you. If there is an intruder I will protect us like I have always done."
There was a pause before fingers curl around him in a gentle manner, his insides swooping as he's scooped up and brought higher and higher until he's face to face with his Tree. The scent of earth rushes him at once silencing the rain for a brief moment.
"I do not slumber anymore my gaurdian...now it is my turn to protect you."
Protect...him?
Churro's mind spins with confusion the pounding of the rain nearly deafening. Had he failed? Was he to be punished for his previous failures?
"You've fought for us for so long, the weight has been a heavy mantle for you to bare. I am truly proud of you but..you have pushed yourself much to hard." A sigh washes over him a warmth he had never felt before seeping into his exhausted body.
"I have not done enough my Tree. I can go on through the night as I have for years." He insists, grimacing at the frown that dances on the lips infront of him. It feels unnatural to see on his Tree's face.
"Tonight I shall watch over my village and protect each one of them." It seems pointed at him but Churro can't bring himself to care, squeezing his eyes shut as the rain seems to grow louder almost as if it was taunting him.
Warmth encircles him suddenly what little light that had been in the temple fading immediantly. His eyes snap open in a brief panic before realizing what was happening. He remembered this from his crumbling years. The Tree would often take in village cookies for healing or just for protection. Many times he had been plucked from the forest and swallowed for a safe ride home when he wandered too far.
"I am no longer a crumbling my Tree, I need no saving or healing." He complains as the muscle beneath him moves. Never too fast, always in a comforting manner. The rain is silent from his mind now, the cookie finding himself getting lost in the warm memory of feeling protected..of feeling loved.
Everything moved backwards, Churro closing his eyes and shifting so he would make the trip pleasant for both. A loud swallow rolled over him as his legs were pulled down. Another one had him slipping deep into their Tree until he landed into the plush grass, the spring water rippling around him.
"You may have grown gaurdian, but you are still the same lost crumbling." A weight settled against his back before light pressure followed as the Tree rubbed soothing circles into him.
"You act as if I am in danger."
The huff that builds up around him brings a small smile to his face. It wasn't often he heard something so simple from the great being.
The weight doesn't leave and instead presses deeper against him the soft grass walls tickling his skin. The Tree's stomach was truly a sight to behold a small paradise. He closes his eyes and sighs, listening to the rumble of the heart and the rushing of the lungs.
"You are. You haven't slept for many nights. The village does not slumber anymore, there are more gaurdians to allow you rest." It sounded so simple and yet..
"Forgive me..I..I've protected this village for years." The water sloshes gentle against his body curing any small aches with each splash. There wouldn't be anger from the Tree, there never was.
There was a brief silence before the Tree spoke again. "I do not blame you...I only worry. Now do close your eyes and rest." A brief silence before a small hum of mischief vibrated around him. "That's an order my gaurdian."
Humor a thing that always felt natural with the Tree despite his aura. "Of course my Tree." Churro responds in an exaggerated tone. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he finally allows himself to lean into the plush muscle.
It was familiar, the warm pulsing. The softness of the grass, the twinkle of light that was never bright enough to hinder sleep...though most importantly the feeling of safety. He closes his eyes feeling himself immediantly start to drift off.
Faintly he can hear a soft tune being hummed by the Tree as sleep finally takes ahold of him.
