#toddler!reader

You are definitely Neytiri‘s daughter, there’s no mistaking it in the way you cling to her whenever you can, your tail curling around her leg when you toddle beside her.

You love your mama fiercely and grumble when someone gets to close while you’re cuddling, mumbling an adorable 'my mama' as Neytiri chuckles at your possessiveness, especially when it’s directed at Jake.

"What do you mean no touch? She was my wife before she was your mama." Jake retorts after having just received a small hiss from you when he tried to touch Neytiri.

"No, my mama. Daddy no touch." You poke your tongue out at him as your mother chuckles and keeps working on your hair.

"You heard your daughter." Neytiri smiles, seeing Jake’s dumbfounded expression.

You mimic Neytiri in many different ways, loving the things she does, repeating things she says, even disliking the same things she does because what upsets your mama, upsets you in return.

That’s the reason you also don’t like Spider, it’s not that he ever did something to you for you to not like him, but Neytiri just can’t get herself to accept him. He’ll always be a sky-person to her, hence your dislike towards him.

No matter how nice he is, you’ll always glare at him the same way your mother does, watching him closely whenever he’s around your siblings.

Jake crouches down beside you and snaps his fingers in front of your face, pulling your fixated gaze away from Spider, who’s fooling around with your brothers and sisters. "Don’t you want to join them, babygirl?"

You hesitate for a moment and when you see Spider again you shake your head, making grabby hands for Neytiri when she approaches you both. "Mama."

She instantly lifts you into her arms, running her finger along your nose, making you giggle as Jake straightens himself.

"She’s too much like you for her own good." He smirks, receiving a halfhearted glare from her in response before she simply turns and walks off while whispering to you softly.

One day, you reluctantly let Neteyam and the rest of your siblings drag you with them towards a pond where your older brother often fishes and to your dismay Spider is there as well but you try to ignore him, keeping close to Neteyam as you clutch your favorite wooden toy in your hand.

After you spend some quality time with them, you now watch them splash in the water from your spot on a large rock, babbling to your wooden Ikran.

Since the rock is slightly slippery from the water, you couldn’t keep your grip on it anymore at some point, slipping into the water before even a sound can escape you.

You haven’t learned to swim yet and are now flailing in the water, your siblings seeming not to notice what’s happening as they are too busy shouting and splashing each other.

As you start to choke on the water, you feel two hands pull you back over the surface by your armpits, starting to cough as your lungs try to get free from any water that bothers you.

"Whoa, Y/N. Are you okay? Here." You recognize Spider's voice, feeling him pat your back to help you breathe again.

Your siblings now have gathered around you, Kiri wiping the water from your eyes as you start to calm down again, your body shaking from shock.

You then focus your gaze on Spider, realizing he was the one to save you from nearly drowning, suddenly wrapping your short arms around his neck to cling onto him, surprising not only him but your siblings as well.

Neteyam and Lo'ak share a confused look while Kiri and Tuk smile at your interaction with Spider, all of them knowing that a few hours ago you would have hissed at for even being near you.

Spider continues to pat your back awkwardly, still shocked that you’re actually holding onto him. "It’s- it’s okay."

Ever since that day, you start to grow a liking to him over time, feeling grateful yet are still wary of him sometimes and even Neytiri seems to dislike him a bit less, but just a tiny bit.

When Jake and Neytiri's youngest daughter was born, Jake expected her to be even a little bit like him, but no. You were born completely your mother's daughter from your features, to your hands, to your attitude. Especially your personality.

You had the tendency to hiss at people that annoyed you even over the littlest of things, like Lo'ak taking a toy from you, or Neteyam trying to tell you it's time for a nap, you would bare your little fangs and hiss at them- it honestly reminded Jake of when he first met Neytiri. You also had the bad habit of slapping people, having watching your mother slap Jake upside the head countless of times.

"(Name) you need to take a nap." Jake stood in front of his four year old, his large blue hands planted on his waist. You looked up at him with your large, yellow eyes and proceeded to hiss at your father before taking your toy- and plopping yourself down into your mother's lap.

Jake sighed, scratching the back of his neck as he walked over to his mate and youngest. Neytiri didn't seem phased by her youngest, just continued weaving a top she had been making for Kiri. "Come on, up you get." Jake announced, tucking his hands under your armpits and lifting you up - only to get smacked in the face.

DSorry if it's not written correctly, English is not my first language.

🏁 “The Iceman and the Tiny Shadow”

Pairing: Platonic!F1 Grid x Toddler!Vettel!Reader x Father!Sebastian Vettel

Genre: Wholesome fluff, paddock humor, childhood crush, found family

A/N: Set during the years when Sebastian Vettel and Kimi Räikkönen were both racing on the grid together. Imagine the paddock discovering that a tiny Vettel has decided the quietest man in Formula 1 is her favorite person in the world.

The Tiny Vettel

Everyone in the paddock knows two things about Sebastian Vettel’s daughter.

She is two years old and fearless.

She has decided that Kimi Räikkönen is the greatest human being alive.

No one understands why.

Not the drivers.

Not the engineers.

Not even Seb.

But the moment she waddles into the paddock in her tiny Ferrari jacket, there is only one name on her lips.

“Kimi?”

The Beginning

It starts innocently.

One afternoon in the Ferrari garage, you’re sitting on a toolbox swinging your little legs while your dad talks with engineers.

Across the garage stands Kimi.

Arms crossed.

Quiet.

Expression neutral.

You stare.

He stares back.

Your eyes widen like you’ve just discovered treasure.

You slide off the toolbox and toddle directly toward him.

“Up.”

In a short summary; they all melt at the gift. They all shall cherish whatever reader gives them even if it’s a simple flower picked from the garden with dirt clinging on the roots.

Viserys would smile so fondly, carrying the reader in his arms. Taking the bracelet, telling them it’s the most wonderful gift he received. He’ll proudly wear it and if asked will brag about their “talents”. Daemon will thank them of course, but wouldn't put it on right away. Secretly he shall wear it, hidden underneath his sleeves. Corlys will chuckle and inspect the bracelet, jest that it’s been a while since he saw a beautiful craft.

Otto will thank the reader too, but when the reader insists he wears it. Otto with a sigh puts the bracelet on, making his sleeves cover it. Laenor will pat the reader on the head, ruffling their hair and immediately put the bracelet on, posing with it. He tells the reader they will have to remove it from his dead body. Criston hesitantly accepts the gift. Thinking he would be the last person reader would even think of handing such a gift even if it is so simple. It's covered by his armor. 

The women love it too. Rhaenyra would adore this gift and would keep a collection of all reader’s bracelets. She will even match her dresses to the colors of the bracelet. Alicent beams at the gift, thank you sweetling she’ll say and slip it on her wrist. And yes she will wear it at council meetings all serious.

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⋆˙⟡BATFAMILY X GOAT!READER⋆˙⟡

summary: when it’s time to get your fur, you run for your life as Dick chases after you.

info: GOATS ARE SOOOO CUTTEEE!!!! Anyways, reader is a young child, so yes they are just a baby awww. The male and female tags are due to reader being gender neutral so yeah.

genre: fluffy chaotic drabble

word count: 384

“Get back here sweetie!” Dick hollers, chasing a matted child that’s hair is their fur in their human form. The said child, y/n, now transforms into a goat, screaming as they gallop around the fields.

“Jesus!” dick falls to his face when he jumped after the baby goat. If anyone had seen the pretty boy, son of Bruce Wayne chasing a goat, talking to it like a full human.

They would've thought that he was crazy.

This all started all cause of waking up to see his baby sibling, crawling onto his bed. Dick, eyes closed but knowing the daily ritual of his sibling crawling into the bed—he opens his arms. Ready to give the goat child in human form some heat, only to jolt back to see that their hair is all over their body. Looking like a damn troll from Dora the Explorer.

And now here he is, chasing a matted goat shifter as the rest of the family watch with amusement—mostly Jason as he records his older brother falling and busting his ass.

“Father, should we call the Kents? They are more proficient in rounding up animals…” Damian then stayed quiet before opening his mouth again to Bruce who looked at his son.

“But I may have to bring out the kryptonite in case they get too rough with y/n.” being the little gremlin he is, had a thinking pose as he walked into the house to get the hidden kryptonite.

Dick finally grabbed y/n, picking up the child carefully as they blech. They slowly transition into a human child, “BLAAA, let me—blah—go!” they bleat as dick takes them to the specialized room Bruce made for the shearing.

“No, now change back! I don't wanna harm you!” y/n wiggles in his grip, their long and chaotic hair flailing around as they keep on bleating.

It took, so long, so much patience, so much straining as dick is covered In goat fur, wiping off sweat from his forehead—seeing how his baby sibling was staring at them with neat hair.

“See?” he says with a grin, ruffling their hair. “That wasn't bad?”

“BLAAAA!!!” y/n bleats in annoyance, staring at him with their horizontal pupils. They then ran off, leaving dick to fall exhausted by his eventful morning.

It was a shear and chase.

George had always considered himself a proper Englishman.

He loved a rainy day, said “sorry” to doors, and took tea as seriously as he did pole positions. It wasn’t just a drink—it was a way of life.

So when his daughter—age two and a half—started developing opinions (loud, dramatic, and undeniably adorable ones), George made it his mission to raise her right.

That included proper manners, tidy socks, and—most sacred of all—tea time.

“Alright, little bear,” George said with a grin, kneeling at the tiny pastel tea table in their sunlit living room, “Daddy’s made you your very own cuppa. Milk in first, just how you like it.”

She blinked up at him from her chair, curls slightly messy from her nap, hugging a worn-out bunny with one hand and adjusting a curl in her face with the other.

He handed her the sippy cup.

She took one sip.

Paused.

And made the face—the full-body shiver of betrayal.

George blinked. “You alright, poppet?”

Y/N looked him dead in the eye. “No like.”

He tilted his head, confused. “No like the cup? Or the tea?”

She shoved the sippy cup across the table like it had personally insulted her bunny.

“Noooo tea, Dada! Tea is yuck!”

George sat back like someone had just unplugged his soul. “Wait—what do you mean? You love tea. You’re a Russell. We have tea in our blood!”

From the hallway, Carmen’s voice floated in, barely holding back a laugh. “Georgie, she’s two. Last week she hated bananas, remember?”

George turned toward her, horrified. “This is different. Bananas aren’t a lifestyle choice.”

Carmen appeared, phone already recording, and leaned in the doorway with a smirk. “This one’s going straight to your mum.”

Y/N, oblivious to her father’s spiraling, grabbed a juice box from the table and held it up triumphantly. “I like orange.”

George let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a gasp. “Orange juice,” he repeated, dead inside. “First she snubbed Yorkshire pudding. Now this.”

“She didn’t snub it,” Carmen said gently. “She was just confused when you poured gravy on it.”

George huffed something about traitors in his own home and flopped onto the sofa dramatically.

Y/N marched over, holding the bunny in one arm and the juice in the other. “BunBun say tea is bleh.”

George placed a hand over his heart. “Even BunBun?”

Carmen walked over and kissed his head, still laughing. “You’ll survive, babe. She might come back to it.”

But later that evening, as George brewed his last cup of the day and sat down quietly in the kitchen, Y/N toddled in wearing her rocket ship pajamas and climbed into his lap.

She peeked at his mug, then looked up at him with soft eyes.

“Tea?”

“You want a sip?”

She nodded.

He passed it to her carefully. She took one tiny sip… and gave him a look.

Then: “Still yucky.”

George sighed, scooped her up, and kissed her forehead.

“Orange juice it is, then.”

And as Carmen watched from the doorway, smiling at the sight of her two sleepy loves in the kitchen, she whispered, “She’s still Daddy’s girl—even if she’s not into tea.”

George, cradling his juice-loving rebel, smiled.

“…Always.”

Parental! Thunderbolts x toddler!reader

Fandom: MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

toddler!reader, Gn!reader, superhuman!reader, no use of y/n

A/N: I LOVE this concept!! Sorry this took me forever to get to, but I promise, no more extended breaks (unless I get stranded in a different continent again...)!

You wouldn't really remember how you came into their custody. All you know is one day you were handed off to some lady who told you how special you were.

She took you to a big building in the middle of a city with people you didn't really recognize. Your memories of your life before were fuzzy because of how young you were, but the people in the big building were nice to you.

Alexei would definitely play with you the most. He'd get down on the floor and would be the first to volunteer for almost anything that wasn't potty training you.

Yelena also grew attached pretty quickly. There was just something about seeing her own father try to give you a childhood similar to her own before it went to shit. She hated that you didn't even get a glimpse of what normal felt like.

She would try to mimic how Natasha was with her. Just someone you knew you could rely on, no matter how much it might hurt her to remember.

Bob would be the one to play with you when Alexei couldn't. He would sneak you snacks when you were in time out. He'd also have a way of understanding your unpredictable and undeveloped emotions.

If you ever caused a mess with your powers he would comfort you as he helped you clean it up. He knows what it feels like, and he even manages to learn a thing or two from you.

They definitely all have protective ear plugs for when you throw tantrums. They know you don't mean to hurt them, but the protection is still necessary.

Valentina would probably have a soundproof room for you. They would all fight against you ever going in there. They all knew what it felt like to be cooped up and monitored like that.

It would take a while before Bucky got comfortable around a kid. Less because of you, more because he didn't know how to be around someone so small and fragile anymore.

The first time he would really bond with you would be after a test from Valentina. You came back refusing to speak to anyone, afraid you would hurt them. He recognized that fear of yourself as somethign he'd experienced too many times.

He was always quiet, so it wasn't too surprising when he sat down across from you and just started scrolling on his phone. When you eventually started to cry from the stress he just held you.

Once you calmed down he gave you one of your toys and taught you a breathing exercise he thought was bullshit when his therapist first taught it to him.

You would definitely stick magnets on his arm. He'd pretend to get annoyed but would secretly love it.

Walker would avoid you. You'd remind him of his family he'd left behind. You wouldn't be having any of that, though. If you wanted attention then you would make sure you got it.

He would be very easy for you to laugh at, and the others fully embraced using him as your jester.

Ava would help you pull pranks on the others by telling you where they were headed so you could yell boo at them.

She wouldn't really understand what to do with a child at first, but she'd absolutely grow to love you.

They might not have always been a family to each other, but they were definitely a family to you. And you managed to help them just as much as they helped you, in your own little ways.

[Decided to keep this strictly between Rumi and the Reader and leave out a possible spouse or Ex. Hope you like it even if it's half a year too late 🙃. As always: MDNI]

Platonic Yandere Rumi when her child starts developing patterns

TW: Platonic!Yandere Nepobaby Rumi, tried to keep Reader GN, but reader has hair brushed out of her face, age isn't specified, but tends towards somewhere between 4-6, mention of self loathing and self hatred

"Mommy?" your soft, little voice called out as you came walking into the living room where she was lounging on the large couch, her tablet perched in her lap as she read through some parenting books literature. As soon as she heard you, she immediately shut off the device and set it away. From her own childhood with Celine, she knew how it felt to be secondary to work, to never get the full attention you asked for. She'd never let you feel that way. Ever. As such, whenever you came to her while she was doing something in the privacy of your home - except for attention sensitive things like cooking - she turned her entire attention towards you. This time was no difference.

"Yes, love?" she asked softly, pulling you into her lap gently and brushing a strand of hair out of your cherubic face that she could never get enough from. Her expression went from adoring to a little panicked when out of nowhere, your eyes teared up and your lower lip started wobbling. "Oh, baby, what's wrong? Why the tears? You can tell Mommy." You sniffle a little before pulling the collar of your cashmere jumper to the side to reveal a purple mark - one that anyone else could've mistaken for a strangely shaped bruise. "I-I think I got hurt," you explain, seemingly also thinking it was a bruise. Rumi, who's breath hitched and heart stopped for a moment when she saw the marking, knew better. But still, she had to make sure. "Did...you walk into anything? Or had something fall on you?" she asks, her voice as soft as it was only with you. You think for a moment, then you shake your head.

"Does it hurt when you touch it or press on it?" she inquires further. You make an adorable face of concentration before reaching up with one of your teeny tiny hands (compared to Rumi's own) and press onto the mark. Then you poke it. Then once more. Seemingly surprised by the result, you shake your head. "It doesn't hurt at all, mommy," you say in astonishment, tears long forgotten. Rumi smiles for a moment as she appreciates your little brains process. The fact that you'd gotten all worked up over a bruise that wasn't there and immediately calmed down once you realized that you'd overreacted.

Rumi is conflicted for a moment. She wanted to keep this side of your lineage away from you, wanted to keep you pure and innocent mind, but she remembered how the way Celine had treated her markings, how it had influenced and stunted her own life. No way would she put you through that, no way she'd make you doubt and worry about something that was an innate part of you. Instead, she'd make you grow up proud of your markings, your patterns. She'd make you grow up knowing just how special and beautiful they made you. Rumi might have unknowingly filled her patterns with shame thanks to Celine, but yours would become a sign of pride.

"Darling, that's not a bruise," Rumi spoke up softly, pulling you closer against her. "It isn't?" you ask, confused and tilting your head in that adorable way that made even Mira admit to her own softness. "No," a smile graced Rumi's features as she reaches for your hands and guides your finger to her own - now iridescent -patterns, helping you trace the ones on her arm, "There like Mommy's markings." You look at Rumi with big, beady eyes. "Really? But yours are so pretty! And they're all over." Rumi chuckles a little, only someone as innocent and cheerful as you could make her feel happy about a part of herself that she's hated for most of her life. "Yeah, but Mommy is a grown up, yours are still...growing. Just like you." "So...There'll be just like yours when I'm big?" you ask hopefully, the tears from earlier already completely forgotten. A sharp pain goes through Rumi at the thought of you growing up, but that she'd have to deal with in therapy later. "I bet they'll be even prettier, after all...they'll be yours..."