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gojoshooter · 4 months
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Little Yuji and big brother Sukuna
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an. for I'm in my Sukuita phase <33
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Thinking about little Yuji in his Chuku-nii's lap eating a popsicle as his big brother wipes his messy mouth with a caring frown.
Little Yuji is too good to be scolded, always being polite when he points at the icecream shop with big golden-brown eyes looking up at him “Pwes, pwes, Chuku-nii” the highschooler can barely resist the tiny tot's wishes. Although he is a little clumsy with his tiny fingers, struggling to hold the dripping ice and getting some on his school hoodie.
“Tsk, brat. Here give it to me,” Sukuna can be mean to anyone breathing but his little brother. “Suku-nii will hold it for you.” the beaming chubby smile on the five year old almost blinds Sukuna; he swears to god.
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Baby Yuji triggers the worst cute agression deep within Sukuna (and i take it back, he can be mean) which surfaces in the form of his ever the jerk urge to make Yuji cry so he can scoop his lil pink weeping fluff and sooth him, bouncing lightly. And Yuji not being the sharpest crayon in the box would cling to his chest, pouting while Chuku-nii dries his tear-dampen red face. Sukuna lives for this, wakes and sleeps for his pure innocence.
“There, there. Suku-nii was joking brat, he's not eating you”
“Hah... sorry Yuji, I'm here, are you really scared of jump scares?” a kiss on the fat cheek, chuckling at the little boy's cuteness “I'm here”
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And apparently it has been way easier to feed healthy meals to little Yuji than him, according to his mom.
“Who's the best boyyy?” Sukuna would drawl and the five year raises his short arm the highest he can, though being the only one being fed in the room. “’tadori!” and thankfully he has learnt to not speak further when the food has been stuffed in his little buccal cavity.
Nothing can make his day better than his little brother looking up at him expectantly with a mouthful of food.
“And who's the best big brother, little Dori?” “Chukunaaa” the elder would chortle, head thrown back because who the heck is more precious than his little petal. Taking the chance, he puts the plastic spoon full of veggies inside him, grin plastered with affection.
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masterlist !!
ps. i love babies who have a hard time pronouncing names🥺🤧 shut up you cute lil flower bud
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circus4apsycho8 · 9 months
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Hello! I love your blog so I wanted to make this request for Ninjago!!
I was wondering if you could write a scenario for each ninja were they have an older sister reader where the reader is reflecting on hard times from the past and the ninjas are there to comfort their older sister and just a bunch of sibling fluff!!( Also is it alright if you do Kai and Nya together so they both can have an older sister cuz some writers do them separately!!!) No rush take all the time you need 🩷🩷🩷
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𝚊/𝚗: 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎! 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 :))))) 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!
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older sister!reader scenarios w/ the ninja
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𝚔𝚊𝚒 & 𝚗𝚢𝚊
You’re happy that your parents are back. You really are. 
So, why does it feel like you’re lying to yourself? 
You find yourself alone in the Bounty early one morning - just before training. The others have yet to wake, leaving you to the quiet and your thoughts. 
A stab of guilt courses throughout your heart as you think about your parents - both safe at Four Weapons. You, Kai, and Nya would be stopping to visit them in a day or so. And part of you is…what? Apathetic? Is that how you’re feeling?
When your parents had disappeared all those years ago, they had left you to look after both your siblings and the shop - hardly a burden a child should have to bear. But you did. Many nights, away from Kai and Nya’s prying little ears you would silently cry - mourning their disappearance, wondering if they’d ever be back. With the stress of it all piling on, you had hoped and hoped for them to return. 
But they never did. 
And so it continued - the stress, the chores, the ongoing lack of money, the burden of raising your siblings. It sucked every ounce out of you, and a side of you had been angry. Angry that your childhood had been snatched away overnight. 
Are you just taking it out on them? Are those feelings finally resurfacing for you to sort through? 
Conflict gnaws away at your insides as sneaky footsteps pad in your direction. A creak in the wood catches your attention as you snap your head in the noise’s direction. 
“Woah! Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” Kai notes, grinning apologetically as he sits down a few feet away. Nya follows suit, the three of you sitting cross-legged in a triangle shape. 
“You just look kind of down,” Nya admits, folding her hands together. “Is everything okay?” 
You sigh, glancing over the horizon. “Yes…well, I don’t really know.” 
“It’s about Mom and Dad, isn’t it?” Kai prompts. 
With a sigh, you nod in response. “Yeah.” 
“We haven’t really gotten the chance to talk about it,” Nya notes. “And a lot’s happened.” 
“Are you guys…happy?” you wonder. 
“I am,” Kai admits. “Uh…but I’m also kind of nervous, if that makes any sense?” 
“Me too,” Nya adds. “I just…I don’t know what they’re going to be like, or how they’re going to act, or how I should act…” 
“It’s certainly going to take some adjusting to have them around,” you muse. “But I guess I’m in about the same boat. Happy, but conflicted all the same. And I’m beginning to understand why, I think. Because…well, of course I can empathize with their situation. I get that it wasn’t their fault. But, at the same time, I still can’t help but be angry. I don’t know…it’s just a lot. And with Sensei gone, it makes it more difficult for me to process.” 
“I know…and it happened so fast, too,” Nya replies. “It was hard to process all at once. And I think that any feelings you might have are valid.” 
Kai nods, his eyes blazing with that comfortingly familiar determination. “Just know that we’re with you. We’ll tackle this together, like we always do.” 
You grin, a tear running down your cheek as you shift to your knees, scooting towards your siblings so that you can bring them both in for a hug. 
“I love you two so much,” you mumble, voice breaking slightly. “Never forget that.” 
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𝚓𝚊𝚢
“No way.” 
“Yes way,” Jay counters, chuckling as he dangles a key from between his fingers, smirking at you before going to unlock the door to the giant mansion before you – the mansion that apparently belonged to your biological father. 
Sure enough, the door swings open, allowing the two of you to slip through. Jay makes for the light switch while you’re left gawking at the interior. 
“Fritz Donnegan? What?” you mumble, staring at a giant statue of the character. 
“Our dad played Fritz Donnegan!” Jay chatters excitedly, beckoning you closer to him. You frown at that title – dad. Cliff Gordon? Your true father? It doesn’t stick well with you just yet. While they aren’t your biological parents, Ed and Edna would forever be your mom and dad. Not some egotistical, womanizing actor who hadn’t bothered to make contact with either of you. 
Regardless, you make your way over to your little brother, arms folded as you watch him move a golden trophy. To your surprise, it opens a secret room. 
“Isn’t this just the coolest thing?!” Jay chirps, rushing inside. “Our dad has a secret room!” 
You sigh, unable to prevent yourself from smiling at your brother’s excitement. At least he’s happy. 
“Yeah...it’s cool, I guess,” you mumble, glancing around. “Wow, he actually kept up with us?” 
“Yeah, he did,” Jay answers as the two of you study the section of the wall filled with pinned pictures and articles featuring you and Jay. “I guess he cared at least a little bit.” 
You remain silent, turning away from the wall as a newfound bitterness wells within your chest. 
“Hey...what’s wrong?” 
“I...I don’t know,” you confess, sitting down on the floor with a sigh. Jay sits a few feet away from you, a toy gun in his hand. “It just...doesn’t feel real. Or right, for the matter. I mean...we’re his kids, but he didn’t even want to meet us. Well, I-I get that having kids isn’t for everyone, and still we don’t know what happened between him and our biological mom, but still.” 
“I understand,” Jay agrees, twirling the toy in his hands. “I mean...I didn’t have much time to process it either, what with the threat we had been facing at the time. But this doesn’t have to change the fact that Ed and Edna are the ones who raised us. We don’t have to stop calling them Mom and Dad because of this.” 
You pause momentarily, pondering Jay’s words before nodding. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Thanks, Jay.” 
“Anytime,” he replies, aiming the toy gun at you before pulling the trigger. You squeal, expecting to be hit by foam dart or something. “Haha! Got you!” 
You frown, glancing at the fake gun only to find that there’s a flag with the word “Zap!” printed on it. 
“Jay...” you growl, sitting up slightly. 
“Ah!” he shrieks as you promptly tackle him.
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𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚎
“No. Nope. Not happening. We will steal that cup before I have to deal with him again,” you spit, stomping out of the brig. 
“Wait, why?” Kai wonders, the others glancing among themselves in confusion. 
Cole sighs, holding his hands up to the rest of the team before following you out. “Hold on, let me talk to her.” 
You hear this, sighing in irritation as you make your way outside of the Bounty. “Are you seriously willing to put up with Dad’s shit just to get the Blade Cup when we can just steal it? We won’t risk our cover that way either!” 
“Okay, wait, just slow down,” Cole encourages. You twirl to face him, crossing your arms as you glare at him. “Trust me when I say that I don’t want to face Dad either.” 
“Great. We’ll steal it tonight and be on our way.” 
“But I don’t want to exactly steal it either,” Cole adds. 
“Cole, we’re talking the Great Devourer here. You know - massive snake that will consume all of Ninjago. I think I’m willing to break a few locks rather than risk the entirety of mankind, thank you.” 
“I agree, but I think there’s something else we should both consider,” he starts tentatively. You clench your jaw, hoping he doesn’t bring up what you think he will. “I know that we’re not on good terms with him right now. But...people can change-” 
“No,” you decline, stepping back. “Lou won’t ever change. He’s got his head so far up his ass that he refuses to confront reality. He’ll just force his kids to do it instead!” 
“That was then!” Cole counters, voice still calm. “We don’t know the person that he is now. Don’t you think that Mom would have wanted us to give him another chance?” 
“Mom is dead,” you hiss. “And she would have been mad at how he handled her death.” 
A heavy silence drapes across the two of you as you find yourself tearing up, averting your gaze from your little brother. 
“I...you know I’m not denying that, right? I’m not saying that your points are wrong, because they’re not. We have a reason to be mad with him. But...all I’m saying is that we just give him a last chance. We can keep our cover going, or we can tell him who we really are, but...I don’t think it’s right just to avoid him now. If we see that he hasn’t changed...then we can just cut him out completely.” 
You stare absentmindedly out towards the sunset, contemplating Cole’s words. Part of you doesn’t know if you’re ready to see Lou again, but...the other half of you knows that Cole is right. 
Closing your eyes, you nod. “Okay. Okay. You’re right. But...if it goes downhill...” 
“We won’t talk to him again,” Cole assures. “Sound doable?” 
“I think so,” you reply, smiling sadly at him. Cole quietly comes over to you, offering you a hug which you accept. 
“We’re not going to let him walk over us again,” he mumbles. 
“I know. I know. I just...” you trail off, unsure of how to phrase your feelings as he hugs you. 
“We’ll figure it out,” he replies. “We always do, don’t we?”
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𝚣𝚊𝚗𝚎 
Your fingers absentmindedly trace patterns within the snow topping the earth, eyes lingering on the tombstone jutting from the ground. 
It’s been months since your father died, leaving you feeling lost and with a newfound little brother whom you’d met at his funeral. 
Tears sting at your eyes as you close them, wishing you had found Julien earlier. Why did he have to pass so quickly? He was a good man, and you were only just beginning to reconnect with him after being separated for a few years. 
Your thoughts are interrupted by the crunching of snow behind you. After taking a moment to wipe your tears, you turn around. 
“Oh,” you say, spotting Zane standing a few feet away from you. “Hi, Zane.” 
“Good afternoon,” he greets quietly, coming to sit beside you. For a moment, the two of you are simply quiet, both working through your own thoughts. “I thought you had left for college?” 
“I’m about to,” you explain, gaze downcast. “I just...needed to say goodbye, I think.” 
“I understand,” Zane answers. “Our team is preparing to take another mission, so I know I will not be able to visit for quite some time.” 
You nod, biting your lip as a tear falls from your cheek. “I miss him, Zane.” 
Zane turns to look at you, eyes furrowed and expression sharing your pain. “As do I.” 
“I wish he was still here,” you admit. “I just...how do I know that I’m taking the right path if he isn’t here to guide us?” 
“There is one fact I know for certain: he would be proud of us no matter the path we choose,” he states. “He would be so happy to see you beginning your new life.” 
You smile softly, nodding in agreement. “Yeah. You’re right. And he would be proud of you, too.”
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𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚍
You can’t believe that woman has the audacity to show herself to the two of you. Your glare is stuck on Misako for a moment before you spin, immediately making your way out of the area. 
Thankfully, Lloyd seems to be on the same page because he follows you through the twisted halls of the museum, both silent as you stew in your anger. Soon enough, the two of you find a secluded spot to sit at. 
“After all this time...” you trail off, exhaling sharply as you shake your head. “Now she’s showing her face. Can you believe it?” 
“No...no, I can’t,” Lloyd answers, sitting down next to the bottomless pit. “Why now? And not when we needed her?” 
“And especially after Dad tried so hard to keep us together! She just cast us aside at some random school. For what? To get rid of us?” 
“Who knows,” Lloyd responds as you sit next to him. You remain silent, biting your lip to prevent your voice from shaking. 
Even without words, Lloyd understands that you’re upset. He simply lays his head on your shoulder, the two of you thinking in silent support of each other. 
“What do you think we should do?” Lloyd wonders after a few minutes, pulling away slightly. 
“I honestly don’t know,” you admit, shaking your head as you stare at the depths of the pit. 
“Well...whatever you decide to do, just know I believe in you,” he adds. 
You smile softly, ruffling his hair. “Thanks, kiddo.”
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kybercrystals94 · 5 months
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Scraped Knees
By KyberCrystals94
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Whumptober 2023|Day 15|Prompt 15: “I don’t need you to help me, I can handle things myself.” | “I’m fine.”
Rating: G
Words: 739
Summary: Set directly after Season 1 Episode 3 “Replacements”
Omega waits until the ship falls almost entirely silent before she tries to sneak out of her new room. She practices the quiet footfalls she learned from following Hunter on Kamino, creeping down the dim hall to where she remembered Wrecker pointing out the med kit during his grand tour of the Marauder. Her knees burn where the fabric of her leggings rubs on the raw skin from where she fell following the Ordo Moon Dragon into its den.
After glancing up at the cockpit where Hunter has first watch, Omega carefully pulls the kit off the shelf and lifts the lid, setting it aside. She frowns as she stares into the messy array of medical supplies. Great. So much for being quiet, she thinks sourly. All she needs is bandages, and maybe some antibiotic ointment to prevent any infection. She begins her search, quickly finding bandages, but struggling to find the antibiotic. She is debating on how necessary the ointment is when a voice says above her, “What are you doing?”
Omega wishes she could deny the pathetic squeak of alarm that escapes her lungs before she clasps both hands over her mouth, dropping the bandages back into the chaos of the kit. Curses!
“Hunter,” she says, looking up at the Sargent. She isn’t sure if he meant to sneak up on her or not, but by the guilty look on his face, she suspects not. Omega scrambles to her feet. “Sorry. I just—sorry. Uhm…”
Hunter looks down at the med kit. “Are you hurt, kid?” he asks.
Omega’s cheeks burn with embarrassment, though she can’t decide if it’s more from being caught sneaking into the med kit or having to admit she’s hurt. Needing bandages for scraped up knees sounds so childish when compared to the injuries her brothers must’ve sustained over their lives as soldiers. “No, I’m fine. Really.”
Hunter gives her a look, and Omega can’t hold his gaze, averting her eyes to the shadows in the corner.
“Omega,” Hunter says gently but firmly, “in this squad, we do not hide injuries.”
“It’s not an injury,” Omega protests, “I just sorta scraped my knees up when I was crawling around in that cave on Ordo Moon. It’s nothing!”
“Let me be the judge of that,” Hunter says, picking up the med kit and nodding toward the cockpit.
Omega frowns, but follows Hunter, climbing into the copilot’s seat. She rolls up her leggings to expose the torn-up skin on her knees. Honestly, it looks and feels worse than it actually is, she knows; however, the expression on Hunter’s face when he kneels down in front of her to examine the damage for himself makes her eyes burn. He looks so…concerned. Over something so minor. Whenever something like this happened in the lab, Nala Se would tell Omega she was more than capable of taking care of herself.
“‘Mega,” he says softly, “You should have told us.”
Omega blinks, surprised by the nickname. She’s never had a nickname before…unless she counted being called kid…
“I didn’t want to be a bother,” Omega says. She sniffs and roughly rubs a fist over her eyes to hide the tears that come.
Hunter smiles at her, a small thing that is barely noticeable, but she sees it. “It’s never a bother to take care of our own, Omega. You don’t know how many bloodied scrapes I’ve cleaned up and bandaged over the years, for all our brothers, and they’ve done the same for me. And you’re one of us now, right?”
Omega nods. She doesn’t trust her voice to come out without wobbling.
“That means,” Hunter continues, starting to rummage through the med kit, “when you get hurt, no matter how small you think it is, you’ll let one of us know, right?”
Omega nods again.
Hunter works with practiced ease, and with a gentleness Omega hadn’t entirely expected from a soldier. When he is finished, Omega rolls her leggings back into place while Hunter puts away the med kit. When he returns, Omega smiles at him. “Thank you, Hunter.”
“Sure thing, kid,” Hunter says, ruffling her hair. “You’d better get back to bed.”
“Yes, sir!” Omega slides out of the seat. She walks back to her gunner’s mount room feeling lighter.
As she curls back up under her blankets, hugging Lula close, she decides that having brothers is even better than she imagined it would be.
END
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523rdrebel · 4 months
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Chapter 7
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3Chapter 4 Chapter 5, Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8
Summary: AU/Canon Divergent - Set after the rescue of Crosshair, Omega, and Tech from the clutches of Dr. Hemlock. The Batch settles down on Pabu and are, for the moment, able to hide from the Empire. Crosshair and Dr. Isabella Ramót, Izzy to her friends, grow closer through snark and unrelenting determination. What challenges will they face along the way?
Rating: T, SFW
TW: Drunk Idiot being a Jerk, Headaches/Migraines, Psychological Trauma, Manipulation, Mind Control 
Sunflower Divider by @saradika
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Isabella found her heart beating rapidly as she walked with Crosshair towards the beach. She glanced sidelong at him, he seemed calm, if a bit pensive. It’s not a big deal. You’re just getting drinks. As friends. She winced but pushed any further thoughts to the back of her mind, not silenced, but a little quieter.
Crosshair took shortened steps, matching his gait to hers almost without thinking. He rolled his eyes and released a long-suffering sigh, “Kriff you think almost as loudly as Tech.”
Bells leaned in as they walked, giving him a soft nudge with her shoulder, “Oh? Then what am I thinking?”
He snorted, “Oh no. I don’t do heart to hearts. That’s Wrecker’s thing.”
She kept her tone playful, but there was a slight edge underneath, “Ah–Yes, I forgot. Your thing is brooding. My mistake.”
Crosshair simply glared, the edge cut by the tiniest smirk on his lips.
As they arrived at the beach, Crosshair kept a step or two behind Bells, eyes making a preliminary sweep of the area. Old habits die hard. The bar was under a pergola covered with dried foliage from around the island of Pabu. There were fragrant, herbaceous plants hanging down from the roof on either side, giving the illusion of a private getaway. The lights were dimmed and music pulsed from all around, mingling with the sounds of the ebb and flow of the waves. There were a smattering of patrons around the bar and a few more at more intimate tables. There was a small open area where a single couple was dancing.
Isabella hesitated just outside the threshold of the pergola, she took a few deep, centering breaths before turning back to offer a gentle smile to Crosshair.
“Having second thoughts, Bells?” Crosshair took two long strides and leaned into her space with a teasing smirk on his face.
Her pulse pounded in her throat and her smile widened. She responded with a shocking level of assertiveness, “No.” Bells grabbed his hand and pulled him along behind her, “Come on.”
They settled up at the bar- it was fairly empty and had a clear view of all sides of the pergola. Crosshair leaned against the bar, angling his body like some mysterious, lanky figure in a noir holofilm. Their eyes met with a spark, –Kriff! Was I staring? Judging by the smug sparkle in Crosshair’s gaze, the answer was yes.
Mercifully, the bartender, Hett’rik, a mild mannered Zabrak, chose that moment to inquire about their drink order. “Ah! Evening, Doctor! What can I get for you and your surly friend here?”
“Got any Corescantian Brandy back there?”
“I’ll take a glass then. Crosshair–”
“Two.”
The bartender handed over their drinks and busied himself with other tasks and customers, leaving Crosshair and Bells to nurse their drinks slowly. Bells felt the worry and tension begin to release, muscles relaxing as she acclimated to the laid-back environment. The pair sat in a sort of comfortable silence, not feeling pressured to hold a conversation just for the sake of speaking. She glanced over at Crosshair who was hunched almost protectively over his drink.
His eyes flicked up, meeting her gaze and holding it with a quirked eyebrow.
“So–” Bells began hesitantly.
“No. Stop. We are not doing small talk.”
With a mischievous smirk she continued, “How about a game instead?”
“A game...”
“We'll take turns asking questions. If you skip the question, you have to drink and you can't move on until you've answered a question.”
“Sounds more like an interrogation than a game…”
“Then, with your experience, you should have no complaints.” His eyes flashed with something, but she pushed forward before he could voice what she assumed would be a protest, “I'll start. Why did you give me those bells?”
He rolled his eyes and leaned back against the bar, “They were high pitched and insufferably bright. Thought it best to save others from it.”
“So, you’re saying it made you think of me?”
“Let's not get carried away. It's my turn–” He took a drink, giving himself a moment to think, “Why did you come here? To Pabu?”
“Damn, right for the big questions–” Bells took a deep breath, an expression of sadness and maybe a touch melancholic on her face, “The Empire shut my clinic down and tried to force me to join their Medical Science Division. I had already turned them down twice when they “kindly offered” to buy me off. So they– they sent my brother in to “convince” me. Let's just say, he was less than convincing.”
“Your brother?”
“Daneel. He's… Actually! It’s my turn–” She shakes her head to clear the darkness that tried to engulf her mind, and smiled big. It did not reach her eyes. She knew Crosshair was incredibly observant, but she hoped he'd miss that detail just this once.“Your tattoo. Why'd you choose it?”
If he noticed, he did not comment. “My name is Crosshair… why do you think I chose it?”
“Oh. Right.”
Just then a man approached and inserted himself between them. He glared down his prominent nose at Crosshair,  "You're in m’ spot. Freak."
Crosshair sneered at the stranger, and straightened his posture, he cut an impressively intimidating figure but the man was not dissuaded.
Bells stood and tried to step between them,
 "There are plenty of other seats, Mauntti." He snorted and reached over to push Bells away–
A hand flew out and caught Mauntti's wrist, halting its momentum before he could push her. Crosshair mumbled an impressive string of insults in Mando'a under his breath, at his full height he cut a dangerous menacing figure. He growled out a low warning, "I think you'd be smart to walk away, Di’kut…"
The idiot was obviously intoxicated and slurring his speech, "I don' lissen to freaks that can’ even use Basic-" Mauntti growled and clenched his fists, preparing for what seemed to be an inevitable drunken brawl.
Despite his obvious drunkenness, the man was moderately steady on his feet as he shifted his feet apart into a threatening stance.
Bells acted quickly, placing one hand over Crosshair’s and pulling, nodding at him to release Mauntti's hand. She spoke loudly, enough to draw the drunk's attention, “Actually Cross and I were just getting ready to dance. Why don't you take that seat?” Then mouthed to Crosshair, “Just go with it.”
He sighed and rolled his eyes, but released the drunk and allowed himself to be pulled a safe distance away to the dance floor.
After a moment, when Mauntti didn't follow, she said, “I've already closed up the clinic and I'd prefer to not have to reopen because some idiot decided to start a fight.” 
He stood rigid and hesitated for a moment until Bells was sure she'd messed up and he was going to walk away. Instead, she felt his hand press against the small of her back, bringing them close together. His other hand grasped her right, fingers pressing into her wrist and using that pressure to guide and direct their movements, swaying with the music. It was a simple dance, nothing extravagant or difficult, but Bells could not ignore the quiet intimacy, the gentle touch, and the warmth and closeness of their bodies. He increased the pressure on her wrist, guiding them in circular motions and Bells was swept away in the unexpected softness of his hands, the gentle but focused concentration on his face.
As if taken by some phantasm of boldness, Bells leaned in, face hovering just a breath from his. Instantly, she felt his grip on her waist tighten, her pulse quickened, and she took in a sharp breath.
Crosshair's face turned smug, an impish smirk played across his lips and his eyes roamed a slow path over her. There was an electric tension, building and vibrating between them.
Suddenly, Crosshair winced, biting back a groan. He pulled away, an empty coolness replacing the burning warmth of his hand where they had pressed into her. The tension dissolves like sugar in water, replaced instead by the crushing weight of worry. He held the side of his head and took a few halting steps out of the covered bar area.
“Crosshair?”
He waved dismissively, hissing through gritted teeth,  “I'm fine.” He shook his head, cringing at the new shock of pain, and began walking back towards the residential area inland.
Bells followed quickly after, “It's another headache…”
“Don't worry about it.”
“A headache is fine. Repeated headaches usually signify an underlying issue.”
Crosshair snorts derisively, “The underlying issue is just other people.”
Bells burst out a laugh, causing Crosshair to flinch in pain at the sound. “Oh, sorry. Let me help you home.”
“I don't need help walking home.”
“Fine. But I'm still walking with you.”
“Do what you want.”
Bells sees Crosshair safely to his home, sharp pangs of concern growing the entire way. Despite Crosshair's continued physical improvement, the headaches had increased in frequency and in intensity. There had to be a reason! After she had ensured he'd taken appropriate medications, and drank water, Dr. Isabella left full of determination. No matter what, she would find a solution. 
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It was early evening at Dr. Isabella’s clinic, Desi had come around, waiting for her to close up shop for the day. Desi was lounging in her usual spot, a small padded couch that doubled as a waiting area. “You’re painting again.” She pointed at a few spots where Izzy had missed bright splotches of paint on her face and neck.
Isabella smiled softly, “Yeah, I’d forgotten how much I loved it.”
“Oh, Izzy, that’s great! When did this happen?”
“Oh! Um, remember when I told you about painting the sunrise… to honor my parents?” Izzy busied herself with tidying her flimsy files, pointedly hiding her face as she could feel a warming blush beginning to form, “Well, I guess that reminded me how much I love painting.”
“Hmm.” Desi was not fooled. She stood and walked towards Izzy with a scrutinizing eye.
“What?” Izzy huffed.
Desi gave a little nudge with her shoulder, “You do seem happier lately.”
“I’m always happy, Desi.”
This time, Desi placed both hands on her friend’s shoulders and turned her to where she could see her face, “No, you’re always performing happy. I’ve known you for a long time, Izzy. You focus more on the happiness of others than you do on yourself.” She sighs and adds, “It hurts to see how little you seem to care for yourself sometimes.”
“Maybe making other people happy makes me happy…” She argued weakly, and shrugged.
“Force, you’re stubborn…” Desi pulled her into a gentle hug, which Izzy quickly returned, “You’re more– deeply happy, Izzy. And maybe it’s not just the painting…” She pulled away from the hug and regarded her with a quirked eyebrow.
There was a moment of silence as Desi observed every twitch of Izzy’s face. Never one to back down, she continued with a teasing lilt to her voice, “Don’t think I didn’t hear about your little date with Crosshair.”
Izzy groaned, but couldn’t fight the renewed blush warming her cheeks, “Desi– It wasn’t a date. Really! It was a few drinks between friends.”
Desi snorted, unimpressed, “Hett’rik told my husband that there was a dance–” 
She looked around the clinic, eyes landing on the bells hanging below the window, “And what about these? Where did these pretty things come from?”
Grateful for what seemed like a change in subject, Izzy responded quickly, “Oh! They were a gift from–” she stops abruptly, I. Am. An. Idiot.
“From?”
“From Crosshair–”
“And you invited him out for a drink as a friend…” 
“Kriff, Desi. I don’t know, okay?” Izzy began pacing around the clinic, touching and adjusting something here, turning away and adjusting something else. Multiple times she ‘adjusted’ the same thing twice without noticing.
Desi crossed the room and stood firmly in front of her friend, reaching out to grab her nervous hands and holding them gently, “Well, I do. Isabella, you are absolutely smitten with that man.” 
“Oh stop–”
“I’m not saying I understand it, but I know you!” She teased.
“Look– I just– Gah! I don’t know.”
“Kiss him.”
“Des…”
“Izzy. I’m serious! Kiss him and see where it goes from there. Pretty sure he’ll make it obvious if he’s not interested.” Desi mumbles, barely audibly under her breath, “and if he hurts you, I’ll kick his ass.”
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Isabella’s mind had been cluttered, teeming with all the reasons she shouldn’t, no- couldn’t have feelings for Crosshair. Kiss him? Come on Desi, we’re not kids anymore and this isn’t a holodrama. Shaking her head, she resolved to push those thoughts from her mind and focus instead on the increasingly puzzling problem of his headaches. Yes. That is much more pressing and much less terrifying.
But, as luck would have it, her professional musings led her to darkening Crosshair's door once again. She'd determined, after reviewing her files and scans, that the medication Crosshair had been using needed adjustment until the underlying issue could be identified. 
Crosshair released an exasperated sigh, but let her in all the same, “Making housecalls now, Bells?”
“When it's necessary. I've brought you some new medication to help manage those headaches you've been having. Until we know what the underlying cause is, these should help you without impairing your mental or physical function. Take this in the morning, it's a preventative, and these are for the pain, so take as needed but no more than three times per day.” She laid out the supplies on the counter, pointing to each one in turn. “I'd like to have you come by later for some more in depth scans to see if we can’t identify the problem-”
“Kriff, Bells, You talk too much.” Crosshair spat out.
Without missing a beat, she snapped back, “Feel free to shut me up anytime.” Bells couldn’t hide her shock at her own words, her eyes widened and cheeks flushed.
Crosshair's gaze shifted, a challenging smirk on his lips and crossed the room quickly.  Bells sucked in a shocked breath as he leaned his strong body over her, backed her against the countertop, and his arms caged her in on either side with his palms flat on the surface. He stared down at her with electric intensity, eyes flicking up to meet hers and then down to her lips, breathing heavily. His face is smug and he taunted her, “Is it that easy to shut you up?” His voice was a deep rumble, causing her whole body to shiver.
Her thoughts flitted around like hummingbirds, never staying long enough to fully form before flitting away again. Her eyes focused in on his lips and his breath was hot on her face. He chuckled and shifted slightly, starting to pull away.
A desperate squeak escaped and her hand was on his cheek, her other hand was at the back of his neck, pulling him down to press her lips to his.
Crosshair reacted instantly, pressing his lips harder against hers, his hands were on her body and he lifted her up with one arm to place her on the counter. He fit himself perfectly between her legs. Kriff, he’s strong! I told him the exercises were– Her thought dissolved when Crosshair’s strong arm wrapped around her back and pushed her body into his. His tongue pressed against her lips-
Chirrup!- Chirrup!-
He paused, looking down at his wrist before pulling away slowly, reluctantly, and activating his comm. Isabella’s eyes were lidded and heavy and she watched, waiting, afraid to move too quickly and chase away the moment.
“You’re late.” It’s Hunter’s voice. Then they hear Omega’s pleading voice, “Come on Crosshair! You promised.” His eyes flicked back to Bells briefly but he responded, his voice rough, “–I’m coming.” The comm deactivated, cutting Omega’s excited squeals short. He pulled Isabella close in one rough, quick motion and kissed her soundly one more time, then turned and walked out of the house without looking back.
Isabella’s cheeks were flushed, her heart beating rapidly in her chest, and she brought a hand up to touch her lips, they were red and sore from the pressure of his lips on hers. She ran a hand through her hair and released a long exhale, “Damn.”
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A few days later, Crosshair had burst into the clinic bristling with sharp energy. He spoke as little as possible, communicating mostly through grunts and grumbles.
"Another headache? Cross, you've been having quite a lot of those. Has the new medicine helped at all?” He grunted and didn't clarify. “Alright, take a seat up here, I'm gonna take a quick scan and see what's going on up there."
Crosshair’s body tensed, and he spoke, the words sounding pained and desperate,  "It's just a headache."
"Mhmm and headaches are caused by something. This will only take a moment." Isabella took a small handheld scanning device and began to scan in a slow circuit of around his head.
Crosshair was white knuckle gripping the bed, head bowed, with a pained grimace on his face. 
As she circuit began to reach his left temple, she hovered the scanner close to his head. Crosshair, in one swift movement, grabbed Isabella’s wrist, forcibly stopping its motion. His grip on her wrist was strong, white knuckled, and painful.
“Crosshair?” Instinctively she tried to pull from his grip,  “Crosshair you’re hurting me–”  His head snapped up at her with pained eyes, the pupils oscillating as he fought some inward battle. He slowly started to stand up, speaking through gritted teeth, “Run.” He shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts. He growled, a deep, desperate rumble in his chest, “RUN. I Don't… Want… To… Kill You…” His grip loosened and Bells pulled her wrist from his hold, backing away slowly. She began to look frantically around the room for something, anything, to help calm him.
His body moved in halting, menacing motions after her, “Good soldiers…” his whole body is tense, every muscle fiber fighting against itself, “follow orders…”
He gives a strained, unintelligible shout. 
“Good–”
“Soldiers–” 
Isabella’s mind raced with fear, concern, and sorrow, she knew she couldn’t escape him. She knew she couldn’t let him out of the clinic, who knew what sort of  incident it would cause– She needed to neutralize him while he was still fighting for control. While she considered herself to be strong and capable, she’d never be able to overpower him.
“follow–” Isabella continued to back away slowly until she felt her back press against a cabinet. Instantly her hands flew behind her back searching the drawers slowly- I have to be sure…
“orders–” He was right in front of her now, leaning in, body shaking from his struggle, hands raised in menacing claws, “HELP- ME-” As his hands fit around her neck, “Please…” he gasped through gritted teeth.
Her fingers close around a small rounded vial, this has to be it, Oh please be it! She pulls the protective cover off the vial and stabs with as much force as she can muster, into Crosshair’s exposed neck.
The next moments felt like they happened in slow motion. Crosshair’s face changed from shock to pain, to relief. His hands released Bells’s neck and fall heavily to his sides as he takes a step backward, stumbling and falling to his knees, then heavily to the ground with a thud.
Isabella gasped, and gulped in deep breaths of air, ignoring the tears streaming freely down her face, she looked down at the now empty vial in her hand, Somatoll. She breathed a sigh of relief and quickly approached Crosshair, observing his chest rising and falling easily and kneeling to check his pulse points at his wrist and neck. She exhaled another long breath. Relieved, she leaned back on her haunches as the adrenaline began to slow. Her eyes were drawn to his face, all sharp angles and intense brows, now softened in medically induced sleep. Her mouth quirked into a light smile, “At least now you’ll finally get some actual rest...”
She took a few more steadying breaths and steeled herself for the work to come. She activated her holo-comm and made calls to Hunter and a few others to help move Crosshair to a secure location.
We’ll figure this out, Crosshair. I promise
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knwatchesninjago · 3 months
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S1E1 Rise of Snakes
OHMY GOSHHHH!!!! I LOVED THIS EPISODE SOO MUCH!!
(^ keep in mind that I prob will be saying that a lot ^)
Okayyyy!!! So this ep had a lot of nice...
#FamilyBonding
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BUT BEHOLD!!!! THE LITTLE GREMLIN LLOYDSTER IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!
#Lloydster_Enters_The_Scene
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And of course... it wouldn't be Lloyd if he didn't regret his life choices, loll
#RegretsLifeDesisions
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I'm soo happy this little prankster is here!!! Been waiting for his appearance for a while!! :D
Still can't believe that he grows up to be this:
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*sniff sniff* He grew up so fast!! <333
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As usual, I'm still questioning the logic of ninjago... does physics exist in this world?!?!
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*sigh*
Anyways... byeeee!!
~KN out~
https://kittenninja14.tumblr.com/post/731916269075480576/hey-yall-i-just-found-this-incredible-video-and
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28 jazz and danny
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"Jazzzzz I'm gonna be late for school!"
Ask Game
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soulmate trope but for siblings.
soulmate trope but for the black brothers.
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sarana174 · 1 year
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I want a fic where it’s just Rhaenyra bonding with her half-siblings and realize how shitty their family is and they need to stick together in order to protect their family’s legacies
Bonus points if there’s Aegon Aemond uncle/nephew friendship with Jacaerys Lucerys and Joffrey because it’s obvious they used to be close before Alicent ruins everything
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I want to go to Heart
Leopold has been living his entire life in Clover as one of its royals, but he's struggling to feel good enough as a mage, which is why he wishes to go to Heart and learn from someone else. Maybe they'd be able to help him on his journey of betterment. But he needs to tell his siblings that he wants to do this. Characters: Leopold Vermillion, Fuegoleon Vermillion & Mereoleona Vermillion Genre: General-fluff Fanfic type: Oneshot Warnings: None, canon typical Length: ~1.8k
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“I want to go to Heart.”
Such a blunt statement, spoken at dinner, without a word of warning before it, by none other than Leopold Vermillion. And it left his siblings looking at him in silence.
They didn’t have stern or disapproving expressions, nor did they look particularly surprised. In fact, Leo, despite having known them all his life, couldn’t read those expressions.
But he wouldn’t have blamed them for being taken aback, because to them it might have seemed like such a surprising decision and declaration to make, while Leo, he had been thinking about it for quite some time. And now that he had an opportunity to do something like this, like Mimosa had already before him, why wouldn’t he take up on the opportunity?
“You want to go to Heart?” Mereoleona was the first to ask after a moment of silence.
“Yes.” Leo replied with eyes that flickered ever so slightly as he looked straight ahead of himself. “Which! I mean, I know that I’m not adventurous like you, aneue. I couldn’t go into the wilderness for months and hunt boars for days and train the way you do. But it works for you! You’re great! The strongest mage I know, and I look up to you, but it’s…” he trailed off. “And aniue,” he continued, “it’s not that I wouldn’t appreciate all that you’ve done for me. You’ve helped me with my studies and looked after me even with all your duties, but… I don’t… get all the books. And the theories and the … things…” he mumbled.
And the room fell back into silence.
It really wasn’t about Leo not admiring or appreciating his siblings. Not in the slightest. He still looked up to them, perhaps more than either of them might ever know.
“I saw Sister Theresa last month,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his head. “And she and I talked a bit… and she said something like… ‘I couldn’t train your brother the way your sister did. Not that I needed to train your sister a lot. She trained herself.’ And I… it made me think about how, if you couldn’t train in the same way, then maybe I can’t train in the same way either. So… I thought that maybe I should… I asked Sister Theresa if she would train me, but she said that she has her hands full with the orphanage.”
The more he talked, the more it seemed like he was unappreciative of the teachings and lessons he had received from his siblings. At least to his ears. But he still knew what he wanted.
He knew what he wanted, but wasn’t sure how to explain it, without sounding even more ungrateful. Which is why, the room stayed silent again, until Mereo sighed.
“You know, when you were a toddler, I wanted to throw you into a chasm and have you climb out by yourself. It’s how lions train their young,” she picked up the wine glass in front of her and took a sip. “He was against it,” she nodded to Fuegoleon.
“It would simply have been too harsh.”
“Maybe. In retrospect.” She reluctantly agreed with a glance to Fuegoleon. “But I did take you, both, out on that day to a gorge, fully intending to make you perform the test.”
Leo wasn’t quite sure why aneue was telling this story to him, but he didn’t want to interrupt either.
“However, it wasn’t my intention to get rid of you,” she said with a tone that was serious and definite. “I intended you to pass the test.”
“He was three,” Fuegoleon noted.
“My brothers are not weak!” She looked at Fuegoleon from the other side of the table, with a stern expression and a tone to match. “But I may have expected too much too soon,” she shrugged, swaying a bit on his side of reasoning. “The point still stands,” she turned back to Leo, “my brothers are not weak. Neither of you.”
And Leo… he wasn’t sure if he had ever heard …anything like that from aneue. Her giving praise or recognition in such a way, spoken out as she thought it.
“What aneue means to say is,” Fuegoleon continued, “that we don’t think less of you for seeking another tutor. The reasoning behind the decision is logical, and each one of us must find their own path as a knight. As long as your heart is true and you give it all, there’s a lesson to be learned. Even in every defeat, there is something to be gained, just as there is knowledge down every road. If nothing else, then the knowledge that there is nothing else down that path. But it doesn’t make the path any less worth travelling.”
“Life is more interesting outside of the Capitol,” Mereoleona noted. “And will teach you more than the dust-bearded stock-ups this city is filled to the brim with.”
“Keep your mind open and your heart brave,” Fuegoleon continued, almost as if it was a goodbye there and then, while it wasn’t.
“You’re… not upset?” Leo still needed to ask, because, he still wanted to make sure that there was no ill will in the air.
“We will be sad to see you go. Just as we are sad to see aneue go whenever she embarks on her exploits.”
“Show them what Vermillions of Clover kingdom are made of.”
“He’s not going there to start a fight, aneue.”
“He will finish one.”
“That is …not what I meant.”
“But it’s what I meant.”
The two older siblings stared each other from opposite sides of the table, perhaps a bit annoyed by one and another, but, Leo knew, perhaps better than anyone, that even if the two bickered and fought, they were always the first to jump into each other’s defence when there was a need.
Sure, they were capable of fighting their own battles, which was also known by both of them. But… they were always on the same side of the battlefield at the end of it.
Just a pair of lions roaring on top of each other; exercising their strength. That’s what it was. They were testing each other’s skills out. To make sure that the other wouldn’t be beaten down quite so easily.
It was something Leo had been left out of. Not that he necessarily wanted to get into a fist fight with either of them, but… it was a kind of an isolating experience. If he had to admit.
Though it wasn’t about not getting it. Aniue and aneue had been toddlers around the same time, and aneue had tugged aniue along on many adventures during their childhood. They had been playing in the same sandbox, so to say. While Leo had been in a new sandbox, a newer one.
Aniue and aneue had been fighting the world together ever since they were little, well, at least some. Though they had been quite independent from what Leo had understood. But they had also been on a common front. Whereas Leo had been someone to protect for the both of them. Which, again, wasn’t something Leo wouldn’t have appreciated.
He loved his siblings. They were people that he could always count on to have his back, and those who would be there to raise hell if something happened to him.
But… he wanted to be equal with them. He didn’t want to be someone to be guarded and protected. For once in his life, he wanted to protect too. And not be someone to be dragged along.
He wanted to pull his own weight.
‘Keep your heart courageous’ aniue would tell him, which wasn’t a bad statement. It wasn’t a bad encouragement or bad words to live by. But it was difficult while living in a kind of defeat. He just wasn’t as strong as aniue or aneue. He could understand why that was, but it didn’t make the feeling any lesser; the frustration of it.
And he was frustrated. He was hungry in a way only a young knight could be. He wanted to be better, and he yearned for that betterment. Even if it seemed to be hidden under mountains, bottoms of ravines, or in the petals of dandelions. And he was more than ready for it. He just didn’t know how to attain it with the tools he currently held.
The best Fire Mages of Clover Kingdom were, with the exception of Mother Theresa, in that room. But they were of little help to Leo anymore. They might just as well have been speaking in a language he didn’t understand when it came about mana and magic. Though aneue was much less about talking, and more about figuring it out as she went along, but that method wasn’t suitable for Leo either.
So, he’d have to find answers from elsewhere.
“So… I will go, to Heart,” he repeated. He had made up his mind, but this time, with the statement, he wore a smile. A soft, careful smile, because he knew that coming back home after the training would be easy. Or easier at least. His siblings wouldn’t be upset with him for favouring someone else’s teachings in place of theirs, but instead they’d be happy for his strength and overcome achievements.
Mereoleona smiled while bringing the wine glass back to her lips. It was a content smile. A pleased smiled. And … perhaps it was a proud smile.
Fuegoleon seemed content. He seemed happy; his supportive self. But overall Leo would have deemed him less expressive, which aniue was. He was a stoic man, whereas aneue was a lot of things, but stoic wasn’t one of them.
Leo nodded, more to himself than anyone else. But there was a strange feeling to it all. The moment, the knowledge that he would be undertaking a journey, a kind of an adventure, as just himself. It felt almost like a beginning of something, and he was standing right at the edge of the path, ready to take the first step.
There was fear in it. But it was the good kind of a fear. The kind that holds anticipation in itself and which is filled with an eager heart and a racing mind, but is coupled with a smile.
He would be able to do this.
He would do this.
He will do this.
He will become strong and capable, someone that his siblings, and, most importantly, he himself could be proud of. Now, he wasn’t sure if he was, proud, of himself.
But he would be.
Actually, he already was. He was proud of having made the decision, now he just had to stick to it. With a courageous heart, an open mind, and will to … finish a fight.
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waty-art · 1 year
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Virgil walked into the room and found Gordon trying to get Scott to stop working. Just a random scott and Gordon brother moment because I love these two!
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lulucutie2nitexd · 1 year
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N from Pokemon with little sibling reader
Character: N Harmonia (Natrual Harmonia Gropius)
Pokémon
Tw: N's past with 'special' pokemon
Fluff / Platonic (headcanons)
(Context: reader is meant to me around the age of 13-14 and has no relation to Gethsis but does to Team Plasma, also takes place after B/W and Gender neutral)
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
Years ago N couldn't see himself exploring the bonds between Pokémon and Humans.
Now he uses his adoptive little sibling as a prime example of a good Pokémon and Human friendship.
He adopted his little sibling on his own after they wondered into his castle.
He has a hard time talking about his past with his little sibling using the term "special Pokémon" to show how terrible some people can truly be.
Travels with little sibling.
Ferris wheels, 100% while he tells his little sibling the story of the travler who saved all of Unova.
He lets little sibling pet Zekrom, Zekrom doesn't seem to mind.
He also lets little sibling pet Reshiram, Reshiram looks very fluffy tbh.
He tears up with joy if you where to ever call him your older brother.
(Fem reader) Used to only having his two older sisters and often has to go to them for girl reasons which he obviously doesn't understand.
Would give the world to keep his little sibling happy and healthy.
Eventually would settle down and get a small 2 bedroom house outside of a city after traveling for a few years probably. (Won't question where he got the funds to do so either.)
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mitsuki-komori · 1 year
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Do You Love Us?
Leopold : I told Mereoleona that her ears turn red when she lies.  Fuegoleon: Do they?  Leopold : No.  Fuegoleon: Then why did you tell her that?  Leopold : Because I can do this.  Leopold : Hey Mereoleona! Do you love us?  Mereoleona, with her hands over her ears: No.
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luminouslion · 8 months
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A little what could have been if Acier never died/never was cursed
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kybercrystals94 · 4 months
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The Stardust Conspiracy
(Part 1)
Rated: G
Words: 1,656
Summary: The Batch gets a pet…chaos ensues.
Author’s Note: special thanks to @just-here-with-my-thoughts for their contribution to the chaos that will transpire…😂
The market is crowded and loud. Omega's eyes are wide and constantly moving, a small smile teasing the edges of her lips. She has attached herself to both Hunter and Wrecker, her hands tucked snugly in theirs. It links them in an awkward chain; however, Hunter would rather that than Omega getting lost or snatched up. And maybe he doesn’t mind the feel of her tiny fingers locked around his, an unspoken familiarity that has grown in the months since they’ve taken her in.
“There’s so much to look at!” Omega declares, skipping between her brothers without a care in the world.
Hunter smiles. “Definitely more to offer than Ord Mantell.”
“That’s not hard to do,” Echo comments from behind them, voice muffled behind the mask of his droid disguise.
“We should get food,” Wrecker declares. “I’m hungry.”
“You’re always hungry,” Hunter says, shaking his head. They’d just had their rations not even a standard hour before.
“I’m hungry too,” Omega says, tugging on Hunter’s hand.
“See! Great minds think alike!” Wrecker laughs, giving Omega’s arm an enthusiastic swing, making her giggle.
Hunter glances back at Echo, but the cyborg just heaves one shoulder in a shrug. “We’ll see what we can find,” Hunter concedes, earning a cheer from Wrecker and Omega.
The morning had started out on a sour note, the four of them having been banished from the Marauder by Tech for the remainder of the day while he made repairs “by himself.” Really, Wrecker and Echo were to blame, while Hunter and Omega were guilty by simple association. Wrecker had, somehow, managed to drop Gonky on Tech’s favorite data pad, cracking the screen even through the screen protector. Echo then followed up by inadvertently deleting a file from the navigation system’s hard drive that he thought was clutter—but was actually a collection of mundane information that Tech had wanted to keep. Verbal apologies were not enough to smooth over the offenses, and the four clones were asked to leave.
Omega, never one to linger on hard feelings, brightened the mood almost immediately, pressing into the excitement of a new place to explore. She was especially delighted with the fact that they were in no hurry to return to the ship, nor did they have any specific task to accomplish, leaving them free to wander to her childish heart’s content.
Their search for food is interrupted when they walk past a specific shop window. Omega’s attention is immediately captured by the sight of tooka kittens peering out at her, mouths moving in soundless mews through the glass pane. “What is this place?” she asks.
“It’s a pet store,” Echo replies.
Omega turns wide eyes on their oldest brother. “Pet store? What’s a pet?”
Hunter starts to step away. “Nothing we need,” he says firmly. “C’mon.”
Omega resists, returning her gaze to the tookas. “Can we go inside and just look? Please!”
“Yeah, Hunter, just for a few minutes,” Wrecker says. “I’ve never gotten to see a tooka kitten before. Maybe we can hold one!”
Omega gasps. “We could hold one?”
Two sets of eyes turn on Hunter with a level of pleading the sergeant isn’t ready to contend with. He sighs. “Fine. We can go inside for a few minutes.”
A small bell rings cheerfully when they push open the door, and an elderly woman eyes them from behind the counter. “Welcome,” she says, “is there anything specific I can help you find today?”
“We’re just looking,” Hunter says.
“Can we hold a tooka kitten?” Omega pipes up.
“Of course, you can, little one,” the woman croons. “You can hold any one you’d like.”
Omega and Wrecker go to the window, looking down into the glass pen where the tooka kittens have toddled over on wobbly, baby legs, their beady eyes blinking up under huge ears. Omega carefully lifts out a brown and black striped kitten then holds it close to her chest, stroking it between its ears.
“It’s the softest thing I’ve ever felt in my whole life,” she whispers, “and it’s so tiny! Look at its little paws, Hunter! It’s so cute!”
Hunter’s heart melts a little.
Wrecker hesitates, but after looking at the woman and receiving a nod, he also picks up a kitten, the little creature practically disappearing in his cupped hand. “Imagine if Lula were this small,” Wrecker rumbles, his attempt at a whisper.
“She’d be so cute!” Omega cries quietly.
“Lula isn’t real,” Echo feels the need to clarify to the storekeeper. “It’s a toy.”
The woman gives Echo a funny look, and Hunter realizes it’s because of his droid disguise.
The woman turns her attention to Hunter. “The kittens are just old enough to leave their mother this week. We have everything you’d need to adopt one today.”
“Oh, no,” Hunter assures her a little too quickly, “We don’t want a kitten. We are just looking.”
The woman raises an eyebrow and pointedly glances at Omega. “Pets are very good for children. Teaches responsibility”
Omega is snuggling the tooka up to her face, her nose pressed into its round, fuzzy body. “It’s making a funny sound,” Omega says.
“It’s purring,” the woman explains, “that means it likes you.”
“It does? Awww! Can you hear it purring, Hunter?” Omega giggles when the kitten lets out a tiny, rasping mew.
“This one’s purring too!” Wrecker says, gruff soldier voice sounding absolutely delighted.
Hunter tries to ignore the sticky sweet emotion that stirs somewhere deep in the muscle thumping in his chest. They cannot get a tooka. Don’t even entertain the idea! “Alright,” he says, stamping down the joy daring to bloom in the light of his siblings’ utter happiness, “a few minutes is up. Let’s go.”
“Hunter, wait! There are more animals, and I want to see them all!” Omega cries, turning on him with those galaxy filled eyes. It doesn’t help that she has the tooka kitten nuzzled under her chin, peering up at him, daring him to break a little girl’s heart.
Hunter looks at Echo for backup, but the man looks about as helpful as Gonky at the moment. He is staring down at Omega, and even with the mask hiding his expression, it looks like he’s about to let Omega adopt the whole litter of tookas on the spot.
Maker, help me.
“Alright, well, you better start looking. We’re gonna have to head out soon,” Hunter says in his best command voice. Unfortunately, Omega and Wrecker are practically immune to it. They gently put down their tooka kittens, and begin meandering around the store, looking into glass cages housing all sorts of creatures from over the galaxy.
“What are these called?” Omega asks, leaning down to look into a cage containing what look to be tiny puffs of fur, smaller than the palm of her hand.
“Those are called cricetos,” the woman says, “They make wonderful first pets. Would you like to hold one?”
“Yes, please!” Omega chirps.
The woman reaches in and plucks a golden ball of fluff from the cage. She sets it in Omega’s hand. The creature is tiny, and stares up at Omega with large, round eyes. “I can’t even feel it in my hand, it’s so light,” Omega breathes.
“Would you like to give it a treat?” the woman asks.
Omega nods eagerly, and the woman gives her a small handful of seeds. Omega holds out a single seed to the criceto, and the animal reaches out and snatches the seed in its minuscule fingers. After an experimental sniff, the criceto licks the seed once before shoving the whole thing in its mouth, tucking it in its cheek. Omega offers it another and another and another, each seed carefully stowed away.
“That,” Echo says, “is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”
And that’s the moment Hunter knows they’re doomed.
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The storekeeper is more than accommodating in providing the squad with everything they need to take care of a rodent aboard a spacecraft, even supplying discounts when Hunter tries to make the excuse that they really don’t have the credits to make such a purchase right now. Echo and Wrecker are absolutely no help, and the look on Omega’s face seals the deal. Tech is going to kill me in my sleep.
Omega is practically beside herself with excitement, words tumbling out of her in an endless stream as she plots, strategizes, and anticipates what having a pet will mean for their lives now. “Do you think Tech is going to love Stardust as much as we do?” Omega asks, holding up the small crate to peek at the rodent stashed inside.
Hunter suppresses a sigh. “Maybe we should wait to tell Tech until...” never. We should never, ever tell Tech.
“Until he isn’t mad at Wrecker and Echo anymore?” Omega supplies sweetly.
Echo and Wrecker make noises of protest; however, Hunter cuts them off with a sharp look. After all, it’s their fault they had to meander into the market at all. Their fault Stardust – as Omega quickly named the animal now in their care – is on a journey back to their ship. Their fault they hadn’t backed Hunter up when he tried to talk his way out of the situation.
“Maybe,” Omega says thoughtfully, oblivious to Hunter’s inner turmoil, “we can let Tech find Stardust on his own. We can put her cage by the nav computer, there’s a perfect spot for it! He’ll see how cute she is, and he won’t mind at all.”
It isn’t the worst idea, and at least it’s an idea. Tech might be miffed at first; however, he will come around. He might try to appear otherwise, but he is just as indulgent to Omega’s whims as the rest of them. The moment he sees how much their sister adores her new ward, he won’t be able to say anything against it. And besides, how much damage could a little rodent do?
TBC
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Chapter 6
Chapter 1 , Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8
Overall Summary: AU/Canon Divergent - Set after the rescue of Crosshair, Omega, and Tech from Mount Tantis. The Batch settles down on Pabu and are, for the moment, able to hide from the Empire. Crosshair, with much grumbling, is convinced to see one of the local doctors to monitor his recovery. Unfortunately for Crosshair, Dr. Isabella Ramót is a ray of sunshine and a breath of fresh air - and totally capable of handling his harsh, rough demeanor.
Chapter 6 Summary: Crosshair and Omega have a bonding moment, Bells and Crosshair get closer. Slow burn is slow burning but we're getting closer.
Sorry guys, It's a little bit of a shorter chapter, but I feel like a lot happens so hopefully that makes up for it.
Content Rating: SFW, some mild cursing/fictional cursing, mention of alcohol.
Trigger Warnings - None, mostly fluff and mild flirting.
Sunflower Divider by @saradika
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Crosshair was at the shooting range, he'd set up the targets to attempt one of his old tricks utilizing reflector discs that Tech had remade for him. His aim and ability to calculate trajectory, interference, and ultimately hit his intended target was still there, but it took him longer to set up for the shot. His arms shook slightly from the newly rebuilt muscles, and he nearly missed the shot, muttering under his breath. 
"Woah! That was awesome!" A small voice breaks his focus from behind him. He sighs, glancing back at Omega. "Can you teach me?" She was nearly vibrating with excitement, reaching to retrieve the energy bow from her back.
He snorts derisively,  "No. Go pester someone else."
Her eyes widened and she stuck her bottom lip out, pouting like a tooka, "Pleeeease, Crosshair? I've gotten better with my bow but–"
He crossed his arms, closing himself off to avoid her overly enthusiastic tugging of his shirt, grumbling, "Tsk- Why Hunter even let you have that thing, I'll never understand."
"It's okay, I'm good with it! I'll show you!" She pulls out her energy bow and starts shooting at the makeshift targets.
Crosshair hated to admit it, but Omega was pretty good, though it took her a moment to take aim. She hit most of the targets- some a little askew, some near the center.
While she was shooting, Crosshair observed her stance, her breathing, the way she drew her shot. "You're too rigid. Stop trying to force it." He griped and tapped her knee, adjusting her stance for more stability and focus. "Draw again." 
She nodded eagerly, an excited squeal escaping, and drew again. Crosshair lifted her elbow, giving her more strength and control. "Take a deep breath and release slowly. Breathe out with the shot."
She nodded again and Crosshair watched as she breathed, perhaps a little too big, but released and hit the target just shy of center. "YES!" Omega exclaimed, throwing her arms up to hug him.
He grunted and placed one hand on her head to keep her an arm's length away. "Your weapon is an extension of you, not an accessory. Move with it, breathe with it. Practice. Until you don't have to think about it anymore. Then you might not be useless after all." Crosshair sighed and pushed her away,"Now go pester someone else…" Omega jumps up and down, smiling so widely he was surprised she didn't crack her face. "Thank you Crosshair!" 
Bells watched from afar, smiling fondly. It was an incredibly cute interaction. Omega greeted her happily, giving her a quick hug before racing off.
"You're a good brother, Crosshair."
He made a disgusted noise, "The kid's gonna get herself killed if she doesn't learn to handle that thing properly. Don't know how she survived this long with those di’kuts letting her handle a kriffing energy bow." He motioned for Bells to approach the range- another lesson was about to begin.
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Despite the mid-morning sun on Pabu, there was a slight chill to the air. Isabella shivered and wished she could pull her chunky knit sweater a little tighter around her.
Crosshair hovered just to the side, body rigid and face severe as he observed for the umpteenth time Bells's posture, form, and control of her borrowed sniper rifle.
Every lesson started with a challenge, "Impress me," in that low, slithering tone that excited and made the skin crawl.
Isabella squared her shoulders, lifted her chin, and approached the borrowed rifle. It was set on a platform, ready for assembly. This was always step one of Crosshair’s lessons, he felt that you needed to know your weapon inside and out in order to use it effectively. Bells took a deep breath, hands hovering above the pieces of the rifle, “Don’t lose focus, Bells. If you beat your last time, maybe you could a Reg a challenge." Crosshair ’s voice sneered and stroked her ear, incredibly close. She tried not to react, clenching her jaw against the errant shiver she felt.
He 'tsked' at her and flicked his chewed toothpick away, appearing unimpressed. She tried to block out his presence, instead focusing on connecting the pieces of the rifle. Part of her felt she had improved, hesitating less often and only for a fraction of a second before continuing, and her time had also steadily improved. The rifle was coming together smoothly, boosting her confidence in the knowledge she’d retained from her lessons. 
Once finished she placed the rifle on the stand, extended the scope, seeking the targets he’d placed around the range. She took deep, slow breaths, attempting to calm the beat of her racing heart. There! Breath in, out, release. The shot hits the mark - barely. Ignoring the tinge of disappointment she found the next target. Breathe in, out, and release. Another hit! This one slightly closer to center. As she lined up her sights with the third target, she felt a hand grasp her elbow adjusting its angle slightly. He walked slowly behind her to the other side and pressed firmly on her shoulder,  “Relax your muscles. You want a stable foundation for the rifle. If you’re too tense, it can affect the trajectory of the shot.” Crosshair leaned in behind her, steadying her arm with a surprisingly gentle hand and guiding her in deep, focused breathing. “Try again.” His voice is gruff, but Bells noticed how Crosshair relaxed, she even thought she'd caught a genuine smile when he didn't know she was looking. He was a man in his element and it was intoxicating.
Breathe in, out, and release. This time the bolt pierced through the target, just left of center. Bells exclaimed victoriously.
"Not so fast, Bells–  you still have two more targets." Crosshair reminds, voice smug and teasing, "And the crono is still ticking." She could swear the way he said her nickname had changed, had lost its mocking edge. Now– now, it sounded almost affectionate. Shaking her head to refocus, she squared her shoulders and identified her next target. Bells went through her mental checklist, attempting to relax her muscles and maintain the correct balance of loose flexibility and firm stability. Moments later she had identified and shot her final two targets. She released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding and looked expectantly at Crosshair.
He held her gaze for a charged, tense moment, before shrugging, “Your time improved by 15 seconds–” Her face breaks into a bright smile but Crosshair holds his hands up,  “Ah! Hold on, your accuracy needs work. Three out of five shots were wide,” He cocks his hip, one hand resting on his side, “You hold too much tension in your shoulders and you’re pulling your shots.”
“Okay. I’ll–”
“Practice.” 
“Practice.” She nodded affirmation.
“Good.”
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It was overcast and rainy and Crosshair found himself wandering through the Pabu market. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t just go back home after meeting with Dr. Bells, but his body moved of its own accord compelled by some unknown search for something. He’d left her office feeling antsy and out of sorts, an increasingly frequent occurrence of late which only served to dampen his already dark mood.
Eventually, he reached the market, which was quite busy despite the weather. He wandered aimlessly past stall after stall, glaring at the sellers and causing them to shrink back.
Crosshair’s thoughts are cluttered, further frustrating him and he stifled a growl, turning swiftly on his heel with resolve to head home. A light twinkling sound stopped him in his tracks. His eyes scanned for the source of the sound, landing on a modest market stall that had a curious amalgamation of shiny objects, curios, and various metallic clutter items. His vision zeroed in on a hanging strand of brassy colored bells connected together by twine and accentuated with tiny orbs of green seaglass. His feet propelled him forward, one step, two, then a bitter thought cut through and he paused, What are you doing, Di’kut?
The stall worker eyed his approach warily, but after a moment seemed to notice the item that had caught his eye. He removed it from its hook and laid it out on a cloth covered table. The movement seemed to reset Crosshair’s mind and the thought dissolved, replaced by the confusing but insistent desire to purchase the bells. He only half heard the merchant’s words as he silently paid and the item was wrapped securely in a bright yellow cloth, then wrapped again in thin packaging. His brain badgered him incessantly on the return home: Why did you even buy that?
-You’re such a kriffing idiot!
            -She’s going to hate it
                       -This was a stupid idea.
He had just reached the doorstep to his home, when groaning and visibly distressed, and turned on his heels once more. "What the kriff am I doing!?" He grumbled through gritted teeth, his feet quickly finding the path back to the medical office.
He entered quietly, hoping desperately that the Doctor wasn't in. I'll just go in, set this on the counter and leave. She'll never know I was there.
At first glance, he couldn’t believe his luck, Isabella was nowhere to be seen. He let out a breath he'd been holding and stepped inside with more confidence.
"Crosshair?" Bells voice sounded brightly from around the corner, where her supply closet was, “I wasn’t expecting you back today. Is everything alright? Do you have another headache?” She approached him quickly with concern etched on her face.
Crosshair stood rigid for a moment and frowned at the package gripped tightly in his hands. He scoffed and held out the package, his eyes flicking to her hand where it brushed a light electric trail against his to retrieve the package, then back up to watch her face brighten and cheeks redden. He crossed his arms, an attempt to close himself off after this unexpected lapse in defenses.
“What’s this?” There's a new unidentifiable tone to her voice.
He rolled his eyes, remarking snidely, “Don’t be dull…”
She opened the package gingerly, sucking in softly as she picked up the bells and held them up into the small amount of light streaming through her window. “Wow.” An astonished exhale escaped her lips. “Crosshair… They’re beautiful. You got them for me?”
“Don’t think too hard on it.” He sneered, her earnestly happy reaction causing an alarming warmth to spread in his chest, “They’re just bells. It's stupid.”
Her blue eyes regarded him softly, a teasing smirk ghosting her lips, “Mhm. Well, these are going-” She turned in a circle to scan the room, “Ah! Right up- here!” She hung the bells on a hook putting them where they would dangle just low enough to catch the light of the afternoon, right next to a talentedly rendered painting of Pabu’s seaside view in the early morning - vibrant pinks, purples, oranges, and yellows cut dramatically by the brilliant blue of Pabu’s waters. “Perfect. Thank you for the stupid bells. They go perfectly with my nickname." She smiled softly, winking at him.
He stood stiffly, aching to leave but unwilling to show weakness by running away. He grabbed a fresh toothpick from his pocket, if just to keep his hands busy.
“Do you want to get a drink?”
“What-”
She pushed a strand of curls behind her ear, taking a couple bold steps forward and looked up at him with another challenging smirk, “Would you like to get a drink, Crosshair?”
“A drink…”
“An alcoholic beverage usually enjoyed at the end of a hard day of work-”
He snorted indignantly and fixed her with a hard stare.
“-an experience often made better when shared between friends…”
He rolled his eyes and leaned in, switching the toothpick to the other side of his mouth, “This included in my treatment regiment, Doctor?”
Bells smiled in return and refused to be the first to back up, “Within reason…Besides, you’ll be under supervision.”
“Well, I’m convinced, but I’m not the one who ‘takes their job very seriously.’”
“I’m off the clock.”
“How exciting.” His tone was flat, but Bells noticed the hint of sparkle in his eyes.
Bells grabbed Crosshair’s arm, tugging lightly, and led him out of the clinic, “Come on. First one’s on me.”
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katswritingcorner · 9 months
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HIIII can I request some headcannons for dazai and Chuuya with a teen!little sister around 14-16?
Tysm!!!
Sure thing! Thank you for the request!
Dazai and Chuuya with a teen!little sister
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-Lil shit
-Assuming his sister is much shorter than him, he’d purposefully place things too high for her to reach or take things from her and hold them above his head (dw he’s in ball kicking range so all she needs is a good swing and he doubles over)
-would call her his baby sis while ruffling her hair
-would decorate her hair with hair clips because he finds it fun to play with and decorate her hair
-if she started dating he’d get protective
-would interrogate her s/o and probably also scare them
-spying on dates and sabotaging them is a guarantee
-he would try to dress up as a waiter with the silly mustache glasses and trust me it’s not a good disguise in the slightest
-if someone was bullying his little sister he’d intimidate them and maybe even hurt them
-they will never bother her again
-if his sister tripped and fell he’d wrap up her wound with some of his bandages
-when she’s older, around the 15/16 mark, I can see him teaching her how to use a firearm for her safety
-not the best at comfort but he’ll try
-overall, he’s trying his best to be a good brother but he’s also a pain in the ass (affectionate)
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-okay this man is short
-so if his sister has a growth spurt he gets grumpy about it
-“Stop laughing about being taller than me! I’m still growing!”
-sir ur living in denial 😔
-very protective brother
-would beat the living shit out of anyone who made his sister cry
-would threaten his sister’s s/o that if they hurt her, he’d kill them once she starts dating
-despite work taking a lot of his time, he’d always try to make time for her
-like dazai, once his sister gets older, he’d teach her how to use a firearm and maybe even some of his martial arts skill (that man’s kick tho like sir okay slay 😳)
-would cuddle his sister if she felt lonely or sad
-doesn’t usually trust people with his hat, but if his little sister really wanted to, he’d let her wear it (for like 5 minutes he’ll start to miss his hat-)
-kouyou loves her and tea times are a must
-overall, a sweet and protective brother
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I hope you like it Anon! Thank you again for the request!
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