Cupcakes

*In Mushu's voice from Mulan* I LI~~VE! XD

Hello, everybody in the FanFiction world! Did you miss me? Admit it, you missed me!

*Clears throat* Anyway…

I haven't exactly had a lot of free time in general (it's been… months but it feels like a year) but I do have some stories/one-shots that I would LOVE to put on here (At last!) When will the others be put up? Eh, I'll decide randomly.

I will share one thing though…

I have another nephew now! YA~~Y! ^-^

So!

Thank You All So Much for reading, (and maybe re-reading?) favoring, following, reviewing and/or stalking my stories! Thank You All for those who have stuck with me for a long time and to those who are new: Welcome! ^-^ (Also Thank You for dealing with my hiatus and A/N's and stuff :D)

Now onto the story!

Enjoy! ^-^

NOTE: This is takes place when Marco and Thatch were little and this story is part of my MarcoxThatch AU series cuz it fits perfectly :)

Summary: When Thatch hears Marco crying he tries to make Marco something special he's never made before.

Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda~! :D

Thatch opened the door to Marco's room but stopped when he heard crying.

'Marco is… crying? I've never heard him cry before.' Thatch thought now entering the room slowly. "Marco?" He then heard a soft cry coming from the closet and something was said but couldn't make out what. Thatch was going to ask what was wrong when he thought of something better and smiled to himself as he decided to leave the room. 'I'll be right back, Marco.'

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"Son."

Thatch yelped almost dropping the things he was holding as he turned around. "Oh. Uh… Hi, daddy!"

"What're you doing? What have I told you about making food alone?" Whitebeard asked as he took in his messy son's appearance.

Thatch had flour and some kind of batter mostly on his face and somehow his hair. And… Are those sprinkles on his hair as well? Whitebeard shook his head and listened as his youngest son answered.

"To not to." Thatch sulked and then looked back up. "But it's not for me, it's for Marco!"

"Really now?"

"Yeah. I was going to his room but then I heard'em crying."

Whitebeard didn't like it when his children were upset. "Do you know why he was crying?"

"No." Thatch answered innocently and then turned back to his… creation. "I was gonna ask but then chose to make him something to make him happy."

"You mean decided to." Whitebeard corrected.

"Yeah, that. So I'm making him chocolate cupcakes! Cuz he likes chocolate. And he likes cupcakes. Cupcakes that are chocolate. Chocolate cupcakes!"

Whitebeard just smiled at his son's silliness. "Would you like some help?"

"Um…"

Whitebeard helped anyway.

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DING!

"Yay, they're done!" Thatch said excitedly as he hopped around his father who was taking out the cupcakes. "They're done! They're do~ne! They're-"

"Calm down, Thatch."

Said child stopped as if he wasn't just doing anything. "O.k."

After waiting a few minutes (which felt like forever to Thatch) for the cupcakes to cool, Thatch and Whitebeard put frosting on them.

"Marco's gonna love them!" Thatch almost completely covering each cupcake with sprinkles before it was taken away by Whitebeard.

"Love what?"

Thatch turned to the new voice. "Marco! Uh, nothing!"

"Thatch told me he heard you crying earlier. Mind if I ask why?" Whitebeard said going up to Marco.

Said child looked away mumbling. "I wasn't crying."

"Yeah, you were." Thatch butted in going up to Marco as well. "I don't know about what and I was gonna ask but then I decide to make you something!"

'Decided.' Marco corrected mentally as he watched Thatch scurry over to the table and grab something.

"For you!" Thatch said holding out what was probably the only best looking cupcake there was in front of Marco. "I know you love chocolate and cupcakes so I made cupcakes that are chocolate! Chocolate cupcakes! Oh and daddy helped to."

"Thatch made all of them and I put them in the oven." Whitebeard spoke.

"And took'em out! Here, try it!" Thatch placed the cupcake in Marco's hands and somewhat patiently waited for him to try it.

Marco did so taking a little long to answer just to bug Thatch who quickly grew impatient.

"Well? How is it? Good? Bad? Good? Great? Good and bad? … Gad? Bood?"

"Son."

"Sorry."

"… It's good!" Marco said taking another bite.

"Really?!"

"Yeah! Wait, you've never made cupcakes before."

"There's tons of things I haven't made yet."

"Yeah, but you made cupcakes for the first time for me."

"It's mostly cuz you were crying and…" Thatch knew where Marco was getting at and pouted very childishly but was then hugged by a very Marco.

"Thank you, Thatch!"

Said child just stood there and then smiled as he hugged back. Soon the three of them were eating the cupcakes together and Whitebeard took a picture of his sons when they got frosting on their faces.

So what did you guys think? Good? Bad? Gad? Bood? XD

Sorry for typos, oocness and all that jazz :P (Yup, I'm gonna start putting that again)

Thatch: "You're finally writing again!"

Me: "Who says I stopped?"

"Well, you haven't published anything-"

"I know that." *Sticks out tongue*

*Thatch just laughs* "So what else do you have finished?"

"What part of 'I haven't exactly had a lot of free time in general but I do have some stories/one-shots that I would LOVE to put on here' did you not get?"

"Uh…"

"I will say this though… Pay Attention. Cuz someday… It'll get there. I honestly don't know when myself. But it will. IT. WILL."

*Thatch just stares at me blinking* "… Is it good or-"

Review, please! ^-^/~