What did you just call me?
Tags: Adopted!Teen!GN!user and Dad!Nikto, pure fluff, short
A/N: I made this just because I wanna call him in a certain way. You will see.
A little OOC for Nikto but almost all fan fiction is like that...
!!!User is a non-Russian speaker!!! ((I'm not Russian either so any ounce of Russian spoken is Google Translated))
He didn't really know how it came to this but.. here he is, cooking dinner for some teenager he found on the side of the road one day and decided to adopt, literally.
He huffs, rubbing his disfigured face as he finally finishes making the Solyanka and filling up two bowls for you and him. He has gotten used to not wearing his mask around you but he's still afraid of the thought that you might secretly feel disgusted by his face, though.. he won't let that thought linger for long.
"Ужин-" he pauses, remembering you don't speak Russian. "Dinner's ready, kid!" he calls and he immediately hears the small shuffle of feet and soft thuds as you rush down the stairs.
"What are we having?" you smile and sit down happily at the table.
Nikto smiles softly and looks down at the bowls.
"It's called Solyanka. It's a thick, piquant soup." He explains "It's... often served in the mornings, to help with hangovers, but who cares?" he smiles at you, his disfigured features somehow soft, and you smile back.
"You know I'm trying to give up drinking." you joke, and take a sip. You pause.
"Oh my God." you cover your mouth.
Nikto is unsure what to do now.
"Что? Is it bad? Does it need more lemon? Or more black pepper? We made sure to follow our mother's recipe exactly as it said." Nikto starts to explain.
You pause a little, confusion showing on your face when he refers to himself as "we" but you remeber immediately why.
"No, no. This is.. this is amazing." you clarify.
"Кто-то, this soup is amazing." you say before you start to eat the soup like you haven't eaten in months.
Nikto smiles and sighs. "I'm glad you-" he pauses, realizing what you called him.
He takes a deep breath.
"What did you call me?" he asks slowly and you look at him, a little sheepish.
"Uhm.. кто-то. Since.. since you like to be called Nikto but.." you put the spoon down "but you're not a nobody! You're someone to me! You're my dad! And.. and I don't like calling you a nobody." you explain yourself.
You look at Nikto and you swear you could see tears forming in his eyes.
"Come here kid, come hug кто-то." He says with a smile as he opens his arms wide. You giggle and run into his arms, hugging him tight.
"Я тебя люблю." He murmurs.
"Я тоже тебя люблю, папа." You hum.
