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a-lil-perspective · 1 year
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One of the sniper babies.
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a-lil-perspective · 1 year
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Asher (5 y.o): *runs up to Hunter with an excited smile*
Ba’vodu Hunter: *smiling real big* Little Man!
Asher: *goes for a fist bump*
Hunter: *bumps Asher’s tiny fist* What’s up, bud?
Asher: *turns his fist over*
*opens it*
*a frog jumps out on Hunter*
Hunter: What’s tha—AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!
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a-lil-perspective · 2 years
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I’m in bed all snuggled up and I feel lonely……do you by any chances have any snips of Crosshair snuggles(with Delana or bebe Asher u choose❤️) I’ma sleep now g’niiiight lovey💕💕💕
Loneliness is a real bitch, I’m sorry it’s got you down. It’s been a lonely day for me, too. Thank goodness for Cross’buir amiright. Lol.
I’ll do you one better. How about Crosshair snuggles with Dee AND baby Asher. :)
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“I can’t believe he’s six months old already.”
“Mhm,” Crosshair makes a noncommittal sound of agreement, too intoxicated with the sight of his small son snuggled between them as he traces the delicate contours of his face. Asher makes a small cooing sound in his sleep. Even though he’s frowning.
“Crosshair.”
Crosshair flickers his gaze up to his wife, laying across from him.
“Are you listening to me?”
“Every word.”
Delana’s lip twitches. “I said, he’s got your frown, even in sleep.”
Crosshair looks back down to their son. He sees it, the sharp corners of Asher’s lips curved steeply into a frown and not indicative of the way he sleeps ever so soundly. He’s such an easy baby. Perfect in every way.
“You know, if we were Hunter and Cyare, we’d already have another one on the way.”
“But we’re not, and we don’t.”
Delana chews her lip slowly, weighing his words, and choosing her next ones carefully.
“Could you see it, though?
Crosshair lifts his gaze to hers. “See what.”
“You know,” she reaches out and caresses their little guy’s face. “Another Asher.”
Crosshair straightens in the bed, just a bit, propped up on one elbow and looming protectively over Ash. His eyes never leaving his.
He hums after a long moment. “Maybe. Not now, though.” His fingers wrestle with hers for space on the Ramser’ika’s face. “I’m trying to find something about him that looks like you.”
Dee chuckles softly. “He’s handsome. That’s all you.”
“No..”
“Yes.” She leans across Asher and kisses him on the cheek. “Accept it.”
“Never.”
“Shhh..” Delana chides, barely containing her laughter as Asher stirs slightly beneath them. They watch intently as their Ramser’ika settles again with no fret or stress.
“He’s perfect,” Crosshair decides. “That’s all you.”
Delana can’t help but roll her eyes. “Really? That’s what you’re going with?”
“Take it or leave it.”
“I’ll take it,” she cranes her neck down and kisses Asher’s soft cheek. “I love you, my Little Sniper. You have the best daddy ever.”
Crosshair can’t fight the way his chest swells. “That’s not fair.”
Delana just grins at him and he swears his heart melts.
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a-lil-perspective · 2 years
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Another continuation of yet another scenario where Crosshair will not let go of his baby son and his brothers are practically begging to hold the Ramser’ika but Crosshair is just *grumbly Buir noises*
Wrecker: AWW C’MON CROSS, lemme see the little man!!!
Tech: Yes Crosshair, it is common courtesy to introduce your brothers to your offspring.
Crosshair: *reluctantly hands over his Ramser’ika*
Wrecker: AW YEAH!!! *expertly handles Asher* *proceeds to roast Crosshair* WOAH, whose smile is THAT?! That’s definitely not Cross’s, HA!
Crosshair: >:(
Asher: *coos*
Crosshair: :)
Wrecker: He looks just like ya!! But less grumpy.
Tech: *peering over Wrecker’s shoulder* Yes I do believe you’re right.
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a-lil-perspective · 2 years
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This is definitely Cyare clambering in to her little baby’s crib, to Hunter’s dismay.
(Cyare says, “It’s settled, then.” XD)
I’ve talked about this time over again lol but it’s inherently funny to me that Hunter wants his babies in their own beds as soon as possible and Crosshair is the papa who’s like “No he needs a little bit more time. He doesn’t need the crib. You know what? Let’s just sell it.”
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a-lil-perspective · 1 year
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Sniper babies according to Delana:
Delana: First child (Asher): Love. Sweet kisses. Sticky hugs. Laughter. Cuteness. Joy. More hugs. Adventure. Mini-me. Mini-Crosshair. Crosshair’s smile. Silly dancing. Dressing up. Snuggle bunny. Drawing bunnies. Mac and Cheese. Blue’s Clues. Drawings for the fridge. Paper ships. I'll have one more of these, please.
Delana: Second child (Keidala): Rabid monkey climbing walls. Opening cabinets. Undoubtedly preparing for world domination. Escape artist. Crosshair’s scowl. Chess snobbism. Running. Running faster. Green marker self-tattoos. Hugs are for the weak. Ripping leaves off plants and showering them on the cat. Murder on the brain. Screaming.
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a-lil-perspective · 2 years
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When Hunter and Cyare babysit Aunt Cyare is always sending Dee pictures and videos of her cute kiddo to make her feel better. :) (Dee has terrible separation anxiety and so the first time away from Asher is rough on her.)
Mostly the videos are of their clan sowing chaos, fighting doting over baby Ashow and trying to steal him away to rock him, play with him, feed him, and just generally be all up in his business. XD
Like baby Asher is chilling on a play mat and the youngest of the Hunter Junior horde crawl over all “LOoK uP bABY,” “LoOk At mE,” even though he is a literal infant and does not possess that range of motion.
And when he older, trying to pick him up and stop him from escaping crawling away. XD
They’re generally chaotic but also very wholesome. :) One video in particular that is Delana’s favorite is of Cyare’s oldest girl sweetly rocking Asher to sleep. :))
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a-lil-perspective · 2 years
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Crosshair has definitely called his bebos his “spawns” before lol.
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a-lil-perspective · 2 years
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Cross’buir: Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes.
Asher, nodding sagely: So that way when you criticize them, you’re a mile away from them, and you have their shoes.
Crosshair:
Crosshair: That’s my boy.
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a-lil-perspective · 2 years
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Everyone sit down and listen so the Uncles are all just a little obsessed with saying Asher’s name.
Baby Asher is so attentive, the second his name is spoken he’s turning his lil head so fast in the direction of the voice and looking at his family with the widest, most perceptive eyes. His upper body can’t quite follow but his eyes, oh, his eyes don’t miss a thing. The Uncles (and his papa) take turns just calling him and watching his eyes follow with delight. They really just get a kick out of it.
Crosshair especially.
He’s sitting on the floor with his little guy, not too close (and never too far away), merely a few paces from his baby sniper as he observes him in play.
All of a sudden he’s saying, “Asher,” in that low, sweetly familiar tone, and the infant immediately perks up. His eyes are still a little unfocused and he can’t quite yet hold his head up but he knows who his family is and when Asher meets his Ram’ser papa’s eyes with a little coo Crosshair just smiles.
Crosshair: *smirking* Asher.
Baby Asher: ( • . •)
Crosshair: *chuckles*
Baby Asher: (◉.◉)
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a-lil-perspective · 2 years
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Lil I'm ready for all the soft domestic Crosshair in the universe
“You need to sleep.” Her warm voice comes as a murmur against his temple, there in the blissful silence as he lays reclined back on the sofa with a baby draped delicately over his shoulder; which, speaking of sleep, the one-week-old Ramser’ika is unbelievably sound in. Crosshair nearly hums at the contact but it’s already gone as Delana is circling around in front of him. In the thick shadows of the living room, Crosshair can make out his wife’s silhouette with ease.
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”
The chrono just shy of 02:30, Delana chooses to ignore him. “It’s time for him to eat,” she supplies instead.
If it were even possible, Crosshair’s grip on his newborn tightens even further.
“You can have him right back,” Dee inveigles, and he doesn’t miss the amusement in her voice. “C’mon.”
Crosshair feels just a bit like a kid being asked to hand over his most prized possession - in which case, is his newborn son. With utmost petulance, he transfers over the itty-bitty Ramser’ika, and stands so that Delana can take his seat.
“I’m not going to sleep,” he voices needlessly, in his defense; the overwhelming desire to ensure to himself (and his wife) that he will be right here, by her side through the night.
Delana feigns an exasperated sigh, but he can hear the smile, the oh-so tired smile playing on her lips as she eases herself carefully - mindful of her surgery scars - down onto the cushion. “I hope your son doesn’t inherit your stubbornness.”
Crosshair’s got a sure, steady hold on her. Through the exhaustion that’s currently a conduit between them, he has to chuckle. “My devilish charm, maybe.”
“Mm. Maybe.”
Crosshair presses a kiss to her forehead as she settles back, and he silently waits for a cue, any cue - more specifically, as to when he can find himself cradling his son once again.
“If you’re not going to sleep,” There it is. “Make yourself useful and come hold me.”
Crosshair’s movements are immediate as he takes up a spot next to her on the couch, bringing his legs up and turning his body so that he’s long-ways and spanning across the cushions. He maneuvers his wife and child between his legs, gently bringing Delana’s head back to his chest while the baby latches onto her below. His arms worm around her middle, and settle underneath her arms, cradling Asher. “How about I hold you both.”
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a-lil-perspective · 2 years
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Crosshair be sweating bullets every time he picks Asher up from school when he’s older because it never fails that Asher, sweet precious Asher, must tell any and everybody about his Dad.
In fact Asher won’t just get in the speeder FIRST he’s gotta bring all his friends over and introduce them to his cool sniper papa. :)
And all of Asher’s friends think he’s rad, with the cool eye tattoo and like having special skills and Asher’s Dad is so awesome to come pick him up and in a sPEeDeR too maybe they can get a ride—
Crosshair is just having the worst time lol he’s thinking Ash stop talking stop talking sON oF miNE please stop talking—
Oh yeah and career day?
Crosshair is a mess.
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a-lil-perspective · 2 years
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🌹you are absolutely melting my heart! You rock!
🥲Omg you spoil me. Thank you, I appreciate this. <3
“Let Daddy take your backpack, Asher,” Crosshair spoke softly as he relieved the Ramser’ika of his old pack he’d consummated on countless missions. He never thought he’d be passing it down to his offspring, much less putting it to use as a starter backpack for preschool. He slung the weight of his past over his shoulder and took Asher’s hand while Dee took his other.
Crosshair no sooner led them off the school premises before he was bringing Asher aloft atop his shoulders, the toddler giving a little shriek of laughter and a cheer; clearly pleased with the new vantage point. Little Sniper through and through.
Crosshair grinned to himself.
“I thought big boys were supposed to walk home from school?” Dee asked incredulously, though she was sharing her husband’s sentiment.
“You don’t have to be a big boy whenever you’re around Daddy, Asher,” Crosshair cocked his head as best he could to regard his small son above. “I’ll always protect you.”
Asher nestled his face sweetly on top of his papa’s head at that.
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a-lil-perspective · 2 years
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“Birikad” is a baby carrying harness in Mando’a and I am. vibrating.
Anyway Ba’vodu Hunter carrying baby Asher around in a birikad.
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a-lil-perspective · 2 years
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Hunter: What the F*ck…
Tech: Why the F*ck?
Wrecker: Who the F*ck!?
Asher: What is… “F*ck?”
Dee and Crosshair: 👁👄👁 😐
XD They are not very happy LOL. I can hear sweet, little inquisitive Asher going, “What is… fuck?” all innocently.
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a-lil-perspective · 2 years
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Picture this: Crosshair and Delana, in bed. Three kids span between them. Their kids. It feels like a lifetime ago it was his nieces, over for their weekly visit of snuggles and stories; all the while harping on about when they can expect cousins. Crosshair chuckles to himself. The soft sounds of snores fill the sweet space of his reminisce, bringing him back the present, making his heart swell for the children and wife in his presence, the life she’s given him. He looks over each of the beautiful renditions of he and her. The baby is closest to Dee. She’s stroking Jude’s face as he sleeps, and she can feel Crosshair’s gaze on her, on them. She looks up and catches his eye. The fine lines around her face mold with her smile. She smiles at him, and his heart leaps with newness the way it did the first time she ever smiled at him. He feels his own face shift with a smile, holding her gaze as she reaches across and caresses his face, the refined makings of a beard. He leans into her touch while the children snooze soundly between. They share an unspoken language as they hold each other’s gaze. It’s perfect. It’s bliss. Crosshair thinks his life couldn’t get anymore perfect.
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