fiery violent pirate babies

[hiken]

Who: The Spade Pirates. Babies.
Where: Somewhere on the ocean, constantly circling the same reef. Babies.
When: May 15th - May 18th Babies.
What: IDK, look at the subject header.
Warnings: Babies.
Style: Action, Log, Babies.
Status: Babies.

General catch-all for baby-things! Make your own threads, babies. /slaps

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[fierypineapplebird]

Mmn...

[He's not sure what to say. The brother thing took him off guard, even though he knew it had to be true, but the day overall sucked except that he got an Ikki out of it. So there's a quiet smile anyway.]

[And he's quiet.]

[And nervous.]

[And talking is hard.]

[How does he small talk?]

[This is why he doesn't share dinners with most people.]

What about yours?

[If all else fails, he has bird whistles to fall back on.]

[thatchette]

[no, stop that. It's too cute. He can feel the nerves on the edge of his haki and he just wants to lean over and kiss his neck to make him jump. He really is Shanks. Or Rayleigh. Or some twisted abomination of the two.

Quiet inward sob]

Better now that you're here. [he grins and takes a sunflower seed from the bag, cracking it between his teeth]

[fierypineapplebird]

[OH SNAP.]

[Are those sunflower seeds!?]

[Just who is this guy to him in the future.]

I thought I said you weren't supposed to say things like that.

[Until you tell him how you know! And explain it! And the rest!]

[He so wants to steal some seeds too.]

[thatchette]

[they couuuld be. He takes another seed and slowly cracks it between his teeth with complete innocence]

How are you going to stop me?

[don't slide a hand down Marco's thigh. You're not Shanksleigh. Don't do it. Don't do it. T.T]

[fierypineapplebird]

[.... That is a very good question actually.]

[One which Marco doesn't have an answer to.]

[Yet.]

I'll find a way.

[All the cocky swagger! And damn he's eying those seeds. He knows it's rude to take food from people, but it's taunting him!]

Or I'll just make you tell me how you learned.

[See? He hasn't forgotten.]

[thatchette]

[holds up the baggie]

You want one? [not deviously changing the subject no. How could you think such a thing?]

[fierybluebird]

[alsdkjasdkljasdlkjasdlkjas]

[Hell yes he does!]

[He senses trap, but his haki tells him there is no trap, or at least not in the way he's thinking, which is confusing, but maybe it's a brother trap, so that's okay.]

[Yeah he's so going for it.]

[He switches into phoenix and just grabs a few with his beak, right out of the bag. Some he puts on the table for elongated savoring, some he noms down.]

[And swishes his tail.]

Thank you, yoi.

[Oh. You said one. He thought you meant a bag worth. So you have half your bag left. Good enough.]

[thatchette]

[noooooo! You were supposed to say yes, yoi and he was going to hold a seed between his lips and you were supposed to say blush, yoi and be all tsun tsun about it but take it anyway in a not quite kiss~!

All his pervy plans gone to waste. sob sob. He sets the bag on the table]

Help yourself.

[oh well. He's going to give Marco light pets though as he eats, unable to resist, but keeping away from areas Marco might peck him over]

[fierybluebird]

[Sadly Thatch has miscalculated. Right now ALL areas are areas Marco would peck over being pet because he only one who pets him is his Pops.]

[So Thatch gets a LONG HARD STARE.]

[He is not a tame birdie, yoi.]

[thatchette]

[really just does not want to be pecked. He pushes his plate aside, not hungry and then just sighs, resting his forehead on the table and his hands dangling loosely between his knees.

This bites.

All teenagery and hormonal with memories and virginal Marco and there's nothing he can do but work and be responsible. Boo.]

[fierypineapplebird]

[Nooooooo....]

[Don't be sad!]

[Sad lonely bros are his biggest weakness!]

[He switches back to human and hugs Thatch around the shoulders, leaning his chin over one and then tilts his head against Thatch's.]

Sorry I don't remember, yoi.

Will you tell me everything you want me to know?

[thatchette]

[it makes him want to cry, honestly, but he holds it back and closes his eyes, enjoying the affection]

You taught me how to sing. Even the phoenix brothers song. [and he chirped a few lines of it]

I wanna seduce you.

[fierypineapplebird]

[Phoenix brothers song sparks something, but he can't connect it.]

[He tightens his hug though, and laughs quietly.]

I don't know what that means.

[thatchette]

Don't worry about it.

[but he takes one of Marco's legs and hooks it over one of his own, sliding his hand over his mate's knee and shin and palming his calf where the muscle was, rubbing a thumb along it tenderly]

You're beautiful, yoi.

1/2

[fierybluebird]

[asdkjasldkjasldkjaslkdjaslkdj]

[Whaaaat.]

[He doesn't know what to say or do anything.]

[So he just freezes completely, blushing like crazy.]

[He can't tell if Thatch is teasing him or what it means or...]

More words you--

[He's half tempted to shove Thatch over, but it seems pain bothers him extra and Marco just doesn't know how to react.]

I'm not...

I don't...

That's...

What do I--?

[He half hopes Thatch starts cracking up laughing soon so he can shrug it off, but he shivers nervously, and tries not to feel well -- unnerved.]

[Quick!]

[What would Ray do?]

[................................. He has no idea.]

2/2

[fierypineapplebird]

[Wait!]

[Yes he does!]

[He sticks food in Thatch's mouth.]

[There.]

[Eat up, you.]

[thatchette]

[flustered Marco is too cute. He can't. How could anyone? He eats and then leans over and gives Marco a peck on the cheek. And then a slower peck by his ear, giving a low meaningless whistle full of intent]

[fierypineapplebird]

[He freezes completely again, blinking and eyes going wide.]

[He starts leaning his ear to the other man's mouth without even realizing it, and when he does notice, he just freezes for yet a third time.]

[What do, what do, what do.]

[He swings his feet idly under the table, and then gives a low curious, confused whistle back.]

Me?

[Like surely he must have gotten stuck in some crossfire. Or Thatch was making someone else jealous or...]

[Marco slowly drags the big toe of his foot in a line up Thatch's calf, mimicking some of the play from before, and then lightly molests the underside of his knee.]

[HA! There. He can totally keep up--]

[Okay he totally can't, he's already blushing up a storm and he just defiantly turns and looks the opposite direction, carefully munching on the sunflower seeds like he's not doing anything.]

[Not doing anyyyything.]

[thatchette]

Aye

[a chill went up him at the movement of Marco's toe, and he shifted his leg out a bit to give him better access. That was hot and freaking adorable. Especially the looking away.

Thatch ate casually with one hand and with the other, slid it up Marco's knee and along the inside of his thigh]

[fierypineapplebird]

[He just BARELY refrains from giving a startled chirp, but he trembles nervously again, and has to still himself not to accidentally kick Thatch out of reflex.]

What are...

What should I?

Hum...

[He hands Thatch another forkful of food without looking. Because clearly the only reason someone would be trying to get this much attention is food.]

[thatchette]

[chuckles. This is too adorable. He can't resist. Can't stop, won't stop. He eats the offered food, sliding his mouth off the fork even if Marco isn't looking.] Mmm.

Use your instinct.

[massages that place on his inner thigh, rubbing his thumb up and down]

[fierybluebird]

My instincts say run.

[And something else he doesn't know how to handle or what to do with.]

[He doesn't run though, just sort of still frozen and startled, and gets Thatch more food, feeling like he's feeding a baby bird, yaaay.]

[thatchette]

[he stops massaging but keeps his hand there, eating it slowly and holding his gaze]

Then what do you want to do?

[fierypineapplebird]

[There's a quiet pause and he glances back at Thatch, slowly blushing again and fidgets.]

I can't tell you that yet.

How long does it take to seduce someone?

[thatchette]

[chuckle]

Depends on how good you are.

[tugs him a little closer and peeps softly. Still hungry]