#Hair Brushing

[talos-stims]

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[shepherds-of-haven]

Who in the shepards is good with hair? Who is willing to help MC do their hair if asked? Who is gentle with a brush and who brushes hair like a mum lol

Blade: is he good with hair? the results speak for themselves

but he is very gentle and tender about brushing and is good at braiding if you tell him it's the same principle as making a rope!

Trouble: he's not a good hair stylist, but he's happy to help brush your hair if asked! Just don't bring him into it if there's lots of complicated pins and structures involved. He's gentle with brushing and can fumble a ponytail or braid together well enough, but it will be crooked and will come out at some point

Tallys: probably the gentlest with hair of them all, she can style neat, simple things (braids and crowns or simple up-dos are fine, but not really complicated hairstyles or pompadours or anything like that). having your hair brushed by her is like going to a head spa and you are very likely to fall asleep! She's very happy to do it, too, it's probably one of her favorite things to do as a couple!

Shery: she's good at doing hair and is gentle about it, though perhaps a little over-anxious about hurting you and will check in too frequently with, "Does this hurt?" "Did I pull too hard? I'm so sorry!!" She can manage lots of different hairstyles though, it's very impressive!

Riel: he is not the person to ask for you to do or handle your hair, lol. He wouldn't enjoy it and I suspect neither would you... the concept of getting your ✨ hair oils ✨ all over his hands is distressing to him. It is definitely not something he'd willingly do and he would be frankly puzzled that you'd ask, there's like 20 staff members and servants on hand at his house at any given time that are more suited for helping you with that!

Chase: he's surprisingly gentle with hair and is good at doing hairstyles too! He takes more time with it when he's intimate lovers with someone (and probably uses it as a method of seduction) but can do it for platonic friends too!

Red: he's gentle, but unpracticed; he could manage a braid just from mentally reasoning through it, but please don't ask him to do anything more complicated than that lol

Ayla: she'll reluctantly help you if you're really close, but I don't think you'd want her to, she brushes hair like a mom 🥲 and don't ask her to do anything fancy with it, either!!!

Briony: she's gentle at hair brushing but hopeless about doing hair, even if you ask her to do a ponytail, which you'd think she'd be quite good at... it's like tying a tie on someone else, it's different than her habitual, unthinking movements and ends up giving her the yips! She's just neutral about being asked to do it, though, it's not something she particularly enjoys but she enjoys the closeness and intimacy it conveys (as long as they take turns)!

Lavinet: I mentioned this in this ask and this one, but although Lavinet enjoys braiding/doing hair for fun, she doesn't like being asked to do so by someone, as she views it as a bit servantile or demeaning unless she offers or does it of her own volition first! Like she's fine if you come up to her and say, "Hey, does my hair look okay for this ball?" and then she'll sort of sigh and fuss at it and comb it more neatly or style it better, tutting all the while, but she won't really like it if you approach her and say, "Could you sit behind me and braid my hair into a French plait?" --Something she knows you're perfectly capable of doing yourself, but presumably just don't feel like it. She's not used to doing hair on other people at first, but with practice she becomes quite the expert at it. She doesn't really enjoy brushing hair though as a bonding/intimacy activity and would prefer for it to be the other way around, and when she does it, she's quite firm, neither particularly gentle nor really hard!

Halek: gentle with hair and surprisingly adept at doing hairstyles, too, probably the best out of all the guys!

[plvuii]

Muichiro asks you to brush his hair

Once again *HEAVILY* inspired by @theyslaydemons > . <

As a fellow Hashira, you had always admired Muichiro's unique hair from afar, fascinated by its black hue tinged with an ombre aqua at the tips. So when he approached you one day, a hint of nervousness in his eyes, and asked if you would be willing to brush his hair, you couldn't help but feel honored and touched by his trust.

"It looks like you've had quite the intense training session, Muichiro," you teased, noting the disheveled state of his hair. "But I'd be happy to help you untangle those knots."

Muichiro's gaze met yours, his usual calm demeanor slightly faltering. "Thank you, ___. My hair gets tangled easily, and I thought maybe you could lend a hand."

A warm smile formed on your lips as you reached for the brush. "Of course, Muichiro. Consider it my way of repaying you for all the times you've supported me."

Sitting side by side in a secluded corner of a garden, you carefully held the brush in your hand, feeling a mix of excitement and responsibility. Muichiro's normally stoic expression softened as he looked at you, a hint of vulnerability shining through. He had entrusted you with a task that held significance to him, and you were determined to make it a pleasant experience.

With gentle movements, you started running the brush through his ebony locks, mindful of the tangles that awaited you. Muichiro closed his eyes, his face relaxing as he surrendered to your care.

"You're really good at this," Muichiro murmured, a hint of surprise in his voice. "I never realized how soothing it could be to have someone brush my hair."

You chuckled softly, continuing your careful strokes. "Well, you deserve a moment of relaxation, Muichiro. You work tirelessly for the Demon Slayer Corps, and it's important to take care of yourself."

The soft bristles glided through his hair, untangling the knots with ease. Muichiro let out a contented sigh, his tense muscles gradually easing as you worked your way through his locks. The tingling sensation against his scalp sent a shiver down his spine, a gentle reminder that he wasn't alone in this journey.

"You have an enjoyable touch, ___," Muichiro murmured—repeating his earlier thought—his voice was barely above a whisper. "I never realized how therapeutic brushing one's hair could be."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you continued to brush his hair. "It seems like brushing your hair helps you remember, Muichiro."

He blinked, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Remember what?"

You smiled gently, understanding his tendency to forget. "Remember the soothing sensation, the calmness it brings. Each time you repeat your sentiment, it's like rediscovering the joy all over again."

Muichiro's features relaxed, a slight blush dusting his cheeks. "I suppose you're right. I tend to forget things easily."

You continued the rhythmic motion of the brush, the sound of bristles against hair filling the air. "No need to worry, Muichiro. I'll be here to remind you, to create these peaceful moments whenever you need them."

As you continued to brush his hair, a sense of tranquility enveloped the space around you. The worries and hardships of their world faded into the background, leaving only the two of you in that peaceful moment. It was a testament to the bond forged through battles, a connection that went beyond mere words.

Muichiro's eyes remained closed, his breathing steady. "You have a calming presence, ___. Thank you for always understanding and being there for me."

Your hand stilled for a moment, your heart swelling with gratitude. "We’re comrades, Muichiro. I'm grateful to have you, Muichiro. We're in this together, always."

In that silent understanding, you both found solace. The brush gently glided through his hair one final time before you set it aside, your hand resting on his shoulder, a reassurance of your unwavering support.

As you sat there, basking in the quiet tranquility, you couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of purpose. In this shared moment, you provided Muichiro with more than just a simple hairbrush. You had given him a reminder of his worth, his strength, and the profound connection you shared as fellow warriors.

[casual-violinist-fangirl]

I Will be Here, Don't You Cry - 4,971 Words

Two fics in one day?! She must have written this instead of doing any work...

Set after the reunion in A Different Approach. This is a Hunter and Omega father-daughter fluff/hurt/comfort fest!

This is pretty much canon compliant, however there is an AU time-hop to the end of Season 3 at the end.

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Thank you so much for reading and for your support! I really appreciate it!

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In hindsight, Hunter should have checked her over before she went to sleep; that had been his first mistake.

Omega had clung to Hunter’s side, still sniffling as they walked back towards the Marauder. Hunter had wanted to bask in the warmth of having her back for longer, but realistically he knew that they needed to leave before the Empire managed to track the ship Crosshair and Omega had arrived in. 

Speaking of Crosshair…

The clone had been silent since disembarking the cargo shuttle. He had walked back over to his siblings, trying not to break his cold expression on his approach. Hunter had looked him up and down, nodding his thanks. 

After all, despite their differences, he had brought Omega home.

Once on board the ship, it dawned on Hunter that Crosshair hadn’t seen it since they had converted the gunner’s mount to Omega’s room… and they had kept her room almost exactly as it had been left.

This was mostly down to the fact that Hunter hadn’t been able to stomach going anywhere the gunner’s mount during the little girl’s absence. It held too many memories of laughter and smiles and bedtime stories. Even when they had needed the ship’s canons, it had been Wrecker who’d had to enter the turret.

Glancing down to where Omega still had her arms wrapped around one of his, he couldn’t help but smile at the overwhelmingly warm feeling that filled him. Despite it all, she had made it back to them. Back to him.

He choked back his emotion, clearing his throat before asking Wrecker to start up the engines. Crosshair glanced silently around the cabin before his eyes fixed on something. He inhaled sharply, his face pinching in pain. Hunter followed his brother’s gaze and his heart ached when he saw Tech’s smashed goggles still sat on the shelf. Another thing he hadn’t been able to go near. The pain the goggles held still egged down on the sergeant, and he made a point of crouching down in front of Omega.

“You hungry, kid?” he asked as the ship began to power up. Almost on cue, Omega’s stomach grumbled and she laughed shyly before nodding.

“I guess I am,” she admitted. “It’s been a while since we’ve eaten… we just wanted to get back to you.”

Hunter nodded, sending Crosshair a questioning glance. The sniper frowned, but his face softened slightly when Omega turned to him with one of her disarming smiles. 

“Batcher needs something too,” he commented, not unkindly. Hunter looked down at the hound, nodding at his brother’s comment.

“We might have something she can eat,” he replied. The conversation was short. Sharp. Tense.

Hunter supposed he should count himself lucky that Crosshair had spoken to him at all… though had he really been speaking to Omega? Who knew… hopefully that would clear up with time.

Wrecker guided the ship into hyperspace before setting the controls to autopilot and spinning around in his chair. The cockpit was still empty apart from him and his heart sank slightly at that; he was happy to have Omega back, thrilled even. The little girl lit up every room she entered and he couldn’t wait for things to go back to how they were… or sort of how they were. Wrecker supposed things would never be the same now that Tech was gone.

Maybe Crosshair would re-join them? He wouldn’t go back to the Empire, not after spending time imprisoned there. Wrecker had missed his brother. He was the only one who would admit it, but he was secretly glad that the sniper was back with them. Hunter was suspicious, Wrecker could tell, but then Hunter had been going crazy ever since Omega had disappeared.

Wrecker had been forced to sedate him once just to get him to rest. Hunter had taken a hint after that.

Sighing, Wrecker stood from his seat and exited the cockpit. He was met by an almost surreal sight upon entering the cabin.

Hunter was sat at the navi-computer, a ration bar in his hand; that filled Wrecker with relief. He hadn’t failed to notice the weight his brother had lost in the past six months (another thing he had constantly nagged him about). As it turned out, Omega had noticed too. She nibbled on her own ration bar, tear tracks clear on her face, glancing up at Hunter every now and then to make sure that her brother (father?) was in fact eating. 

Crosshair was slumped in a chair further back and it became clear quite quickly that Hunter had given him two ration bars. Wrecker didn’t blame him, Crosshair looked as though he hadn’t eaten in weeks… maybe he hadn’t. Who were they to know?

The hound… Batcher, sat curled up at Crosshair’s feet and occasionally the sniper would reach down and scratch her ears. He always had been soft when it came to animals (not that he would ever admit it).

The group sat in silence, and it weighed heavily on all of them. Ration bars eaten, Hunter turned to Omega once more. 

“Fancy the ‘fresher?” he asked, taking in her mud-stained face and dirty hair. She nodded, hissing as she stood and stretched. As she headed to the ‘fresher, she paused suddenly.

“I won’t have any clean clothes that fit,” she muttered, almost embarrassed. Hunter cringed. How could he have forgotten? Standing as well, he went to his bunk before rummaging around in his crate. Before long he fond what he was looking for and pulled it out.

“These’ll be on the big side, but they’re clean and warm,” he offered out a pair of his old blacks from when he was a cadet. Omega’s face lit up at the sight of them and she grabbed them before thanking him quickly and rushing into the ‘fresher. Before long the sound of water hissing through the pipes could be heard.

The silence that enveloped the three brothers now that Omega was gone felt even worse than before. Wrecker glanced as Hunter busied himself once more with the navi-computer; Crosshair made a point of looking around the ship, taking every tiny change since he had last been on board. 

Their silence went on this way until the ‘fresher door hissed open once more and Omega bounded out.

She looked exhausted to put it lightly. Now that the dirt was gone from her face you could make out the dark circles under her eyes. When was the last time she had slept? Hunter mused to himself. He pushed that thought to one side as he glanced over at Crosshair.

“Your turn, if you want,” he said shortly. The sniper nodded curtly before standing and making his own way into the ‘fresher. He swooped by his old crate on the way and grabbed a set of blacks. He had no armour to wear with them currently, but anything would be better than the prison uniform and stolen clothes from Lau.

All of a sudden, Omega let out a loud yawn, making both Hunter and Wrecker chuckle. 

“Bed time?” the sergeant suggested with a fond smile that he only ever reserved for her. She nodded, though their was an air of reluctance about her as she padded over to the gunner’s mount and started to climb the ladder. She turned froze in her tracks before scuttling back down and running over to Wrecker. She wrapped him in a quick hug, which he returned, before making her way to Hunter. Wrapping her arms around him as well, she mumbled something into his middle that only he could hear.

“Of course,” he replied, following her as she made her way back to the tower. Omega seemed more relaxed this time, scaling the ladder and clambering into her bedroll. Hunter climbed after her, perching on the edge of the gunner’s mount and reaching over to turn on the string of lights. Wrecker couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he shifted out of his seat and back into the cockpit. He could give the pair a little bit of privacy he supposed.

Hunter pulled Omega’s blanket up to her chin like he had done six months ago, before before everything had gone so horribly wrong. She smiled like she had done then, shuffling further into the blankets and holding Lula and Trooper close. 

“Glad to have you back, kid,” Hunter eventually said, cursing internally as he heard his voice croak. Omega’s eyes filled with tears once more, but she smiled a watery smile.

“I don’t want to wake up and this all be a dream,” she whispered, a hint of fear in her voice; it broke Hunter’s heart that even though she was far away from wherever she was held captive, it was still haunting her. 

“You don’t need to worry about going back there,” he soothed. “You’re back and we’re going home. That’s all we need to think about right now.” The sergeant stifled a yawn of his own, making Omega giggle.

“Maybe you should be getting sleep too,” she commented slyly. So her sense of humour had returned… that was a relief. 

“Maybe I will,” Hunter replied, pulling  face that made Omega giggle even more. She yawned all of a sudden, her eyes drooping as exhaustion took over again. 

In a moment of bravery, Hunter swooped down and pressed a gentle kiss against Omega’s forehead. 

“Missed ya, kid,” he said quietly as he began to climb back down the ladder. “Sleep well.”

Once he reached the bottom of the ladder, he reached up and turned the string of lights off before shutting the curtain to the gunner’s mount. Omega shuffled quietly before all movement stopped and her breathing began to even out. Within minutes she was sound asleep.

Hunter perched on his bunk, pondering over his own exhaustion; he wasn’t entirely sure when he last slept. Even though Wrecker was constantly nagging him and he tried his best to rest, sleeping had not come easily during Omega’s absence. Perhaps knowing that she was back and safe would help him relax, he pondered as he felt his eyes grow heavy. 

Maybe he should stay awake just in case she needed him, he absently thought as his head began to feel warm and fuzzy, sleep inviting him in.

He wasn’t sure how long it took for him to fall asleep, but he was out cold and enjoying a dreamless sleep before too long.

——

Shuffling was the sound that woke him, and he shouldn’t have been surprised really. The Marauder had gone from having only two people on it to having five occupants, of course noise was going to be the thing that woke him up.

Hunter’s head felt foggy and if he didn’t know better, he’d think that he was hungover; realistically he knew that he only felt this way because he had been in a deep sleep after not resting for too long. He had every intention of rolling over and going back to sleep when another sound entered his consciousness.

A sniffle.

Who was crying? Now alert, the clone sat up as quietly as possible. If someone was upset he didn’t want to startle them. Hunter glanced around the dark cabin, glad for his enhanced sight as he did so. Crosshair was the first person he thought of, always one to hide his emotions until he was out from everyone’s watchful gaze. He glanced across at the sniper and was surprised to see him out cold, snoring lightly. He imagined this was the comfiest he had been in a long time, the safest he had felt in a long time… he was probably making the most of it. 

Batcher was curled up underneath Crosshair’s bunk, also breathing heavily; of course Omega had managed to gain a put dog during her time imprisoned. Hunter didn’t really know why he was surprised. 

He could also hear Wrecker’s familiar snores, which ruled out his other brother as the source of the crying sounds… which only left one person.

“Omega?” he whispered as he quietly climbed out of his bunk and padded across the cabin. He paused before pulling back the curtain, not wanting to intrude on her privacy. Another sniffle, frustrated and desperate made him forget privacy and he pulled the curtain to one side.

The little girl in question was indeed the one crying; she had fresh tear tracks on her face and a scowl across her features. Hunter glanced down at what she was holding, raising an eyebrow when he spotted her hair tie and… her hairbrush. Only her hairbrush was broken, a couple of the teeth missing. 

Omega almost looked a little betrayed when she spotted Hunter, but that look left her quickly as her shoulders sagged and a small sob left her. He had been quick to react, taking in the whole situation quickly. Hunter lay two gentle hands over hers, prying the brush and the hair tie out of them.

“Having problems with your hair?” he asked, keeping his voice as neutral as possible. Judging from the broken brush and the scraggly dead hair still attached to the hair tie, she was having more than just ‘problems’ with he hair. She nodded, the offending hair falling around her face as she did so. 

“It hurts to brush…” she trailed off in an ashamed whisper. “I thought I could just deal with it but the brush got stuck and I pulled it too hard.” Reaching back into her hair, Hunter could tell she was trying to find the missing teeth from the brush. “And then it broke,” she finished, her eyes filling with tears once more as she began to sniffle again.

Anger coarse through Hunter. He had spent time training Omega on how to look after he hair when she had been with them before, and it seemed as though she had just been neglected and handed a hair tie when she was dumped on Tantiss. 

He didn’t let his anger show though, as he offered his arms out she she barrelled into them; he took a small step back to steady himself but caught her and gently pulled her down from the gunner’s mount. With her still in his arms, he carried her quietly through to the cockpit. 

Once there, he set her down on one of the chairs. Crouching in front of her like he had when he promised she was never going back to Kamino, he held the sides of the chair and smiled reassuringly at her.

“Want my help?” he asked gently; he wasn’t going to push her into it, but he wanted to help her if he could… and hair was sort of one of his areas of expertise.

Thankfully, Omega nodded, and Hunter nodded before standing and setting to work find what he needed.

He could feel Omega’s eyes on him as he moved around the cockpit, looking for various things that would help him. Eventually he sat down in the chair opposite hers, comb, brush and spray bottle in hand. He gestured for her to turn around in her seat, and eventually she was sat facing the back of the chair. The sergeant examined the back of her head without touching it at first, not wanting to cause her more discomfort than he had to…

… he quickly realised that he had a long job ahead of him.

The top layer of Omega’s hair looked relatively well brushed, even if it had only been with her fingers, but when that was moved to one side, a clump about the size of his fist rested at the nape of her neck where her ponytail had been. 

Hunter breathed in slowly, trying not to let on how angry he was at her captors. Taking the clump in his hand, he examined it; it was made up of matted knots, dead hair, dead skin, what looked like leaves and twigs and… the missing teeth of the hairbrush.

“Who did your hair on Tantiss?” he asked gently as he set down his tools and picked up the spray bottle. 

“No one,” came the meek reply. “I tried to brush it with my fingers… but that only worked for so long. When it started getting too long, Emerie gave me a hair tie.”

Hunter made a mental note to ask about this Emerie later, but for now he turned his focus back to the task at hand. Once her hair was suitably wet, he put the spray bottle down and picked up the comb. As gently as possible he started to tease the knots out of the bottom of the clump, hoping that he didn’t pull out too much of her hair in the process.

Occasionally Omega would hiss in pain and Hunter would mutter an apology and offer her a break, but other than that the pair sat in comfortable silence as the night wore on. It wasn’t until it was nearly the third hour of Hunter working on her hair that she quietly piped up.

“You look tired,” she commented softly, playing with her hands as they lay in her lap. Hunter froze for a fraction of a second, but it was long enough for the little girl to notice. “You’ve been sleeping, right?”

Kriff, how was this kid so perceptive? Hunter considered how to respond before he realised that he’d left it too long and needed to think of something to say that wouldn’t worry her…

“It was… difficult to relax properly when we were trying to figure out where you were,” he eventually admitted, and Omega’s shoulders tensed. 

That was an understatement, really. The truth was that Hunter had driven himself to the brink of exhaustion more times than he was comfortable with and Wrecker had been forced to sedate him at one point. He hadn’t been proud of that moment. 

Now that he thought about it, he’d been acting like a mad man over the past six months, driven to crazy, risky actions by his grief and guilt. He really needed to apologise to Wrecker, who had bore the brunt of his pain-riddled temper. He could think of countless moments where he had dragged them into crazy plans that would have almost certainly ended in death had it not been for Wrecker’s sensible thinking. 

Omega didn’t say anything for a while, almost seeming to sense his guilt. Just when Hunter thought that she wasn’t going to say anything else at all, she suddenly spoke again.

“You should get some sleep,” she replied lightly, but he could hear the worry in her voice. He almost laughed; he should be the one worrying about her, not the other way around. 

“I will once we’re back on Pabu,” he responded, only for Omega’s shoulders to tense up again. She wiggled her head away from Hunter’s grasp and turned to face her brother.

“You need to sleep.” she had a frown on her face now, her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. Hunter knew that face; that was the face he used to use to get her to go to bed.

“Omega…” he sighed, resting his arms down by his sides. Sure he had been dead to the world before her crying had woken him, but he had been due a power nap. Now he’d probably be able to stay awake all the way through the rest of their journey. 

The little girl wasn’t having any of that, it seemed. 

“You’re going to sleep as soon as we’re done here.” It was an order, not a suggestion and the child nodded before turning around once more and allowing him to resume his work.

“Sir, yes sir,” Hunter grumbled as he picked up the comb once more.

——

An hour or so later, and Hunter was working through the last of the knots. Omegas’ hair would need another wash and brush in the morning, but it shouldn’t be anywhere near as difficult or lengthy a process. 

“You’re all good, kid,” he said; his voice croaked slightly with exhaustion and his eyes felt heavy again. Maybe a kip would do him some good…

… there was no response from Omega, and Hunter realised that she had dozed off in the chair as he’d been brushing her hair. He sighed and tried to gently manoeuvre her out of the position, only for her to suddenly yelp and start thrashing.

“NO!” she cried, eyes snapping open, but not focusing. “I won’t go back there! Hunter!” Omega collapsed in a heap as Hunter tried grasp her before she hit the floor. Taking a few shuddering breaths, she seemed to realise just where she was and glanced around the cockpit of the ship. Upon spotting Hunter, she lunged for him wrapping her trembling arms around him and refusing to let him go. He was forced to crouch down to her level, joining her on the floor of the cockpit as he held her close; she clambered into his lap allowing him to wrap his arms around her fully and whisper soothing words into her hair.

Eventually, when her breathing had evened out a little more, he glanced down at the child. She was clinging to his blacks, her head nestled into his chest in a way that he’d never really held her before. Sure, she’d given him hugs that he’d awkwardly tried to return in the past but this new sense of closeness was alien to him. Alien and yet it felt as though it should have been this way all along. 

“I don’t want this to be fake,” she whispered hoarsely. “I don’t want to wake up and be back there and be faced with another day in that place.”

Hunter nodded before resting his chin on the top of her head. 

“You’re safe, ad’ika,” he replied. He’d learned the term from Tech, who had teased him once about how Omega had seemed more like a daughter than a sister.

Omega froze in his embrace and glanced up at him. She knew what it meant, clearly, from the look in her eyes. They shone with yet more unshed tears but instead of a sad look on her face, the ghost of a smile crossed her features.

“You really mean that?” she asked. Hunter blanched, but nodded, trying to remain calm. People had always mistaken him for Omega’s father and he had spent so long denying that he was… it had only been since her disappearance that he had come to terms with the fact:

Omega was his kid.

There was no denying it now, the girl knew what he thought and now all he had to do was wait for her rejection. What was he thinking? He couldn’t be a father to her, he couldn’t promise to keep her safe when he’d lost her.

He was drawn out of his spiral by arms being thrown around his neck.

“I’m glad you do,” she whispered just loudly enough for him to hear, and Hunter found that he was having to blink back tears. Omega pulled away from the hug and smiled at him before a large yawn practically split her face in two. Hunter chuckled.

“Tired?” he asked, and she nodded, though a look of fear passed over her face. Hunter frowned; he never wanted to see his little girl look scared again if he could help it.

“Omega?” he asked, concern laving his voice. The child chewed her bottom lip nervously.

“I…” she trailed off, running her hand through he newly brushed hair. “I don’t want to be on my own,” she said quietly, looking a little embarrassed. Hunter nodded and briefly paused before scooping her up and carrying her back into the cabin. He set her down on his bunk gently before crouching down and putting the hairbrush and spray bottle away.

“You could always stay her tonight?” he suggested, glancing up at his kid. She nodded keenly before shuffling back on the bunk and pressing herself against the wall of the cabin. Hunter ditched the last of his armour before clambering into the bunk himself, pulling the blankets over them both.

The pair shuffled for a moment, adjusting to sharing a bunk designed for one person, but before long Omega was cuddled against her father figure, a handful of his blacks clutched tightly in her grip. Her breathing began to slow as she eased into a (hopefully) deep sleep, but before she did she whispered something just you enough for Hunter to hear.

“Night, buir.”

So Tech had been teaching Omega some Mando’a too, it seemed. Hunter’s breath caught in his throat as he heard the term, but smiled at the warmth that spread through him

“G’night, ad’ika.”

He knew in that moment, that as long as he had his little girl, he could face down anything else that happened to their family unit. Anything at all. 

——

Weeks later, he was sore and exhausted as he searched the rubble of Tantiss, desperately searching for signs of Omega. The last thing any of them had been expecting was for the Zillo beast to break loose and collapse the mountain-base. It had made swift work of the labs before running off in search of more chaos to cause… leaving the survivors to search the rubble. 

Echo had caught up with them not long ago, battered and bruised but very much alive. He had dragged a bedraggled scientist with him (Hunter learned that this was Emerie), claiming that the pair of them had been trying to free Omega and the other children (others?!) in the vault before the chaos had begun.

The squad were frantically pulling apart the rubble in search of any sign that the children were alive when Emerie let out a pained gasp. Hunter’s head shot up and he ran over to where the woman was standing. 

In her hands she was holding what he could only describe as a straw version of Lula, dirty and coming apart… 

“This belonged to Eva,” Emerie stammered as she looked around. Hunter realised that this must be one of the children’s names. If Eva was buried under this pile of rubble, maybe Omega could be too. The pair of them crouched and began to dig at the rubble that surrounded the area. Hunter could feel the tears filling his eyes as they got deeper. What if she wasn’t here? What if, after only just realising that he was in fact Omega’s father, he was going to have that ripped away from him?

“Buir!”

Hunter’s head shot up. He yanked his helmet off, looking around as he tried to place the voice. Suddenly, there she was. She was filthy, covered from head to toe in dust and dirt, but she was grinning as though she had just won a prize. 

He wasted no time running towards her, vaguely registering the other children that she was stood with. They looked a little startled as Hunter swept Omega into his arms and held her close.

He burst into tears as he held her, gripping onto her like his life depended on it. 

“Omega,” he uttered through ragged breaths, relishing in the fact that his little girl held him close. 

“Buir,” she replied softly, her own voice thick with emotion. He set her down before holding her at arm’s length and checking her over.

“Are you okay?” he asked almost frantically, looking her up and down. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

She shook her head, tears still streaming down her cheeks. This reminded him so much of when she had found them the first time around. 

“It’s over,” she choked out, and Hunter nodded, glancing at the rubble around them. 

“It’s over,” he soothed as he pulled her back into a hug.

——

The Marauder was gone. A new ship had taken it’s place, provided by Rex and his men as they turned up to evacuate the Batch, Emerie, the children and any surviving clones. Hunter and Emerie had both agreed to help the children find their homes again, seeing as Eva and Sami couldn’t recall their home planets (they had been so young when they’d been taken) and Jax knew the planet name but couldn’t remember the town. Barryn had no way of communicating his home planet, which presented its own challenge. 

The Firebird, their new ship, was… very full at the moment. It had two bunk rooms, unlike the Marauder, and one of those had been allocated to the kids whilst they were staying on board. The other was slept in by Hunter and his brothers. Emerie opted to sleep in the common room, still wary and unsure of her newfound freedom. No one questioned it.

That night, Wrecker was on watch when Hunter heard the soft patter of feet across the short hallway to the cabin he was currently sharing with Crosshair and Echo. He rolled his eyes fondly, knowing exactly who was coming in.

The door hissed open only to reveal Omega stood in Hunter’s blacks (still too big for her) and shivering in the cold night air. She crept across the room to Hunter’s bunk, where he rolled over and shifted, moving the blanket so that she could climb in. Omega still opted to wedge herself between Hunter and the wall of the room, holding not his blacks like they were a lifeline. He pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her forehead as the pair of them drifted into a light sleep.

“Love you, buir.”

“Love you too, ad’ika. Sweet dreams.”

Who knew how long their ship would be more like a boarding house for tiny Jedi, but Hunter couldn’t care less. He would offer to house and feed all of the kids in the universe as long as he got to see his little girl smiling and happy each day.

[piningoverapines]

scrawny motherfucker with a cool hairstyle.

summary: Finn gets his hair braided by the reader.

note: this is dedicated to hannah, sorry for taking so long to write this!!

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Your eyes fluttered open as you awoke, the sun was beaming in through an open window, and you could feel your face against your boyfriend's chest. He took deep breaths as you lie against him, you looked back at him, wondering why he was doing so. His brows were furrowed, but as soon as he saw that you were awake, his breathing started to become much more regular. You looked at him for a couple of minutes before beginning to speak. 

“you okay?” you asked, laughing softly while doing so, his eyes widened before responding. 

“Yeah? Why wouldnt I be?” he questioned, smiling as he did so, you could see the gaps between his teeth as he spoke. 

“You were just, breathing heavily. I don't know, I just wanted to check” you responded, looking at him as you smiled. 

“I was trying to, uh, not wake you up” Finn reassured you, beginning to sit up.

As he sat up you realized that he hadn't worn his hat to bed last night, meaning his long hair was out, and well, rather messy. 

“Oh… finn, your hair..” you said with a smile, reaching out to touch it. He raised one of his brows at you and grabbed your wrist before your hand touched his hair. 

“What? What's wrong with it?” Finn spluttered out as he put one of his hands in his hair, his expression dropping as he did so.

“Nothing it's just… messy, has your hair never been knotted before?” you asked, perplexed. He shook his head.

“That’s- whatever, can I brush it for you?” you asked, as his hand loosened around your wrist, letting you put it back at your side. 

“Uhhh, sure” Finn faltered, confusion evident on his face, though he still managed to say it with a smile. You reached for your bag before Finn grabbed it for you and handed it to you, you unzipped it and began to rummage around in it, looking for your hair brush.

“Now- it might hurt a bit, so.. Uhh, just tell me when to stop when it hurts too much, okay?” you crooned, grabbing a black brush from out of your bag, he still looked worried, but knew you wouldnt do anything to hurt him.

You sat behind him before slowly beginning to brush his blond, glossy hair. He twitched as he felt the brush run through his knotted hair, his eyes watering slightly from the pain. You continued to brush his hair, running the brush from the bottom up. He squeaked as the brush ran through a knot, placing one of his hands onto the couch, grabbing at the fabric. He stuttered out soft, small ‘ow’’s, but after a few more brushes, his hair was finally proper. 

“There, it's all brushed out” you added, running a hand through his silky hair. He pulled his hand off of the couch and put it back on his lap. “Do you mind if I braid your hair?”

“No, not at all!” he quickly blurted out, not wanting you to stop, enjoying how your hands felt as they went through his hair. You smiled and began to separate his slick blond hair into three separate parts, before beginning to braid it. 

“So, do you and Jake have anything planned for today?” you asked, trying to make small talk while your hands delicately braided his hair. 

“Hmmm, I don't think so, I mean, most of the time, we don't even plan to do anything, someone just asks us to, but when they don't… we just stay home and play BMO, like, all day,” Finn responded, a smile forming on his face as he spoke. You smiled, hearing the excitement in his voice was adorable.

“Ohhh, why don't you ever invite me over to play BMO?” you questioned in a teasing manner,  his smile dropping as you said it.

“I um, I didn't know you wanted to, sorry” Finn stammered out, and you laughed softly behind him.

“I'm kidding, Finn, you don't have to do everything with your girlfriend if you don't want to” you reassured him, blush emerging on his face as you refer to yourself as his girlfriend. 

“O-oh, I knew that, I do wanna play BMO with you, though,” he admitted, fidgeting with his shirt hem as he talked. 

“Well, you have nothing planned today, right?” you suggested, his eyes widened, and he smiled. You finished his braid, tying a blue hair tie tightly around the end of it. “There you go, now you don't have to worry about it getting knotted while you sleep.”

Finn spun himself around so he was facing you, and looked you in the eyes, smiling ear to ear from your suggestion earlier. 

“Wow, you look so pretty” you cooed, the blush on his face only getting redder. You moved your hands to cup his face while you spoke. His smile and blush were adorable as he struggled to speak. 

“Thank you” Finn whispered, placing one of his hands on yours as it held his face. You planted a soft kiss on his forehead before you spoke. 

“you’re welcome” you replied, your voice weak, hardly above a whisper. 

“So, what do you two want for breakfast?” Jake, Finn's brother, a yellow, English bulldog, ribbed, causing you to instantly pull your hands away from Finn's face. And causing Finn to let out a squeaky, high-pitched scream. 

Jake chuckled before repeating himself, Finn turning his head to look at Jake as he spoke, before turning to look back at you. 

“I'll have whatever you have, Finn” you blurted out, not certain what they had. Finn turned back to Jake and smiled before speaking.

“Pancakes,” Finn replied, but before turning back to you, he began to speak again. “Wait- Jake, how long were you standing there?” 

“Long enough to know that she thinks you look pretty with your hair in a braid.” Jake teased. Finn's face went maroon as you started to laugh, you put a hand on his shoulder and began to rub it comfortingly, still laughing as he continued to get redder.

[wangxianficrecs]

lan xichen is very concerned (and confused) by theninjacat

lan xichen is very concerned (and confused)

by theninjacat

T, 3k, Wangxian

Summary: Lan Xichen isn’t sure what to make of this new version of his brother. or wangxian time travel from a universe where the sunshot campaign went on for years. confusing many people. the sects spy on them after one of the war meetings. Kay's comments: This short story was super interesting to read and I always enjoy a good outsider's pov! I really enjoyed being in Lan Xichen's head, so to speak, and have him react to his time-travelling brother and Wei Wuxian. I really loved the way Wangxian were depicted too and how they treated their time-travel, it felt very realistic, grounded and in-character. Excerpt: Still, his gaze catches on Wangji. His brother looks… content. Expression relaxed, gazed fixed on Wei Wuxian, the Wangji in the image is far different than the one Lan Xichen encounters in the war meetings. Here, his body lacks the tension that lines his brother’s shoulders in each meeting, the barely controlled irritation at unnecessary questions and taunting barbs, the stiffness that inhabits his actions when asked about the war, the dark expression that Lan Xichen catches once or twice when the two reveal information about the future they do not mean to. Wangji looks calm, curious even as he converses with Wei Wuxian, and their conversation gradually comes to a close as they wander closer to the area the image captures.

canon divergence, time travel fix-it, pov lan xichen, pre-relationship, ambiguos/open ending, pre-sunshot campaign, cultivation sect politics, genius wei wuxian, inventor wei wuxian, time travelling lan wangji, time travelling wei wuxian, tenderness, domestic fluff, pov outsider, hair brushing

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[kimberleesanity]

Momiplier brushing Mark's hair then almost flying off the chair when she sits down. XD <3 <3 <3 LMAO #love ^_^

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Peking Duck Stimboard

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Margot Rose and I in "Denim Demons" by Mondo Fetiche

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[an-experienced-gentleman]

When your partner brushes your hair.

Six Sexy Words

[killyridols]

la beauté (d’après courbet) by chechu álava, 2022, oil on linen, 50 × 61 centimeters

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Hair Brushing

Enid después de las caricias que estaba recibiendo en su espalda, se había relajado a tal grado que estaba casi por quedarse dormida nuevamente, si no fuera porque Wednesday había dicho una simple pregunta, habría vuelto a adormilarse.

—¿Lograste conciliar el sueño después de la pesadilla? — Wednesday quería creer que así fue y que estuvo tan relajada que hasta se había acercado a ella para darle un medio abrazo.

—Sí— Contestó simplemente y casi susurrando, deseaba que estos minutos fueran eternos.

—Me alegro, ahora… —Wednesday no tenía la forma de saber con exactitud la hora y no quería romper el cálido abrazo, así que siguió acariciando la espalda de Enid— Debemos obtener tu desayuno y mi taza de café.

Enid tuvo que deshacer el abrazo para mirar a Wednesday y darle una respuesta.

— ¿Ya te sientes mejor? — Enid observó su semblante y supuso que ya se había recuperado, pues las ojeras debajo de sus ojos eran casi inexistentes y la palidez de su rostro no era tan notorio como el día anterior, al contario, podía estar segura que sus mejillas tenían un leve color rojo.

—Me siento mejor, gracias a tus cuidados — Le respondió mientras mantenía fija su vista en los ojos azules de Enid.

— Cuando gustes — Enid tuvo el impulso de una vez más besar la frente de su amiga, pero se abstuvo.  Se separó de ella y se levantó — Iré a bañarme y te traeré tu café — Iba saliendo de la habitación cuando Wednesday la detuvo llamándola.

—Enid, espera — Se sentó en el borde de la cama. — Prefiero bajar a la cocina y acompañarte— Wednesday amaba la rutina de las mañanas incluso estando su familia presente, era un ambiente que disfrutaba sinceramente.

—No tienes que levantarte, no tengo problemas en traer tu café— Enid le ofreció esta alternativa para seguir cuidándola.

—No deseo estar más en cama, te aseguro que me siento mejor — Wednesday decía la verdad, gracias a la medicina que tenía su madre y le había dado las instrucciones a Enid, ya se había recuperado.

—Si así lo prefieres, vendré a buscarte para que bajemos juntas. — Wednesday asintió con la cabeza y Enid cerró la puerta.

Wednesday pudo sentir que sus movimientos eran más lentos de lo acostumbrado. Debe ser por el día que estuve en cama. Pensó mientras caminaba hacia el baño, anhelaba una ducha tibia. Deshaciendo sus trenzas y desvistiéndose, se dio una ducha más larga de lo habitual.

Enid se había sentado en su cama, aún procesando la anoche anterior y volviendo a sonrojarse por la íntima posición en la que se despertó. Sonrío como una adolescente enferma de amor. Se tiró de espaldas y se cubrió los ojos con sus antebrazos, por la inconmensurable emoción que sentía. Se contuvo para no gritar.

Al cabo de algunos minutos ya se sentía más tranquila y fue hasta el baño para darse primero una ducha de agua fría y después una caliente.

Wednesday escogió un vestido blanco para el día veraniego. Cuando se estaba secando su cabello, Enid entró sin ningún aviso.

—Wends… — Estaba sorprendida por verla sin sus características trenzas.

— Enid… todavía no estoy lista — Tartamudeó al sentirse nerviosa ante la profunda mirada que le estaba dando Enid.

Carraspeó levemente antes de hablar — Así veo… — Se acercó hacia donde estaba sentada Wednesday, en mitad de su cama. — ¿Quieres que te ayude? — Enid de pronto le brotó la necesidad de tocarle el pelo, porque nunca la había visto con su cabello suelto.

—¿Ayudarme con qué? — Preguntó sorprendida.

—A secar y peinar tu cabello— Enid se atrevió en poner en palabras otro de sus más profundos deseos.

—Enid, soy capaz de hacerlo perfectamente — Contestó con seriedad, porque nunca le gustó que nadie le tocará su cabello, sin embargo al ver que el rostro de Enid había cambiado a uno de tristeza, se rectificó de inmediato. — Como dije estoy apta para hacerlo yo misma, pero me di cuenta que mis movimientos son más lentos de lo usual, así que para no retrasar más nuestro desayuno, permitiré que me peines.

— ¿De verdad? — Preguntó entusiasmada.

— Solo si me permites peinarte también— Wednesday vio que Enid solo había quitado el exceso de agua de su cabello, pero no llevaba ningún peinado, así que se ofreció para hacerlo.

—¡Absolutamente sí! — Respondió casi gritando.

Wednesday le indicó el lugar donde guardaba el secador de pelo, el espejo y su peine. Enid sin perder tiempo fue a buscarlos y volvió hasta donde estaba su amiga.

— Bien, empezaré por secarte el pelo — Enid encendió el secador a una temperatura baja, solo con su mano derecha fue moviendo el cabello de Wednesday para secarlo. Mientras estaba bajo el delicado cuidado de Enid, Wednesday cerró los ojos para disfrutar del momento.

Enid por su parte quedó maravillada ante lo sedoso que era el largo cabello color azabache de Wednesday, no sabía que productos se aplicaba o solo tenía el privilegio de tenerlo así de forma natural, no como ella.

Detuvo el secado por unos momentos — Tienes un cabello tan bonito Wends— Elogió a su amiga.

—Gracias, también me gusta el tuyo — Lo dijo sinceramente.

— ¿De verdad?, pues tengo que cuidarlo más que el tuyo— Preguntó Enid. Wednesday se giró para mirarla— Lo digo de verdad y cuidarlo… ¿por qué?

—Pues verás, no es mi color natural — Confesó, solo Yoko sabía de este secreto, cuando descubrió unas fotos de cuando era niña.

—Claramente no lo es, nadie puede tener las puntas de su cabello de color rosa y lila. — Dijo ante lo imposible del hecho de obtener esas tonalidades de forma natural.

— Jajajaja, no Wends no es eso — Hizo una pausa — Mejor te muestro para que me creas— Enid sacó el teléfono del bolsillo de sus pantalones y buscó en su galería una de las pocas fotos que tenía de su niñez.  Cuando la encontró se la mostró a su roomie.

Wednesday esperaba ver a una niña de cabellos rubios y expresivos ojos azules, en cambio lo que vio fue a una niña de cabello castaño y rizado. Los ojos parecían ser una tonalidad más verde.

— Ahora sabes uno de mis más oscuros secretos. — Enid le dijo en broma mientras Wednesday le regresaba el teléfono.

—Ese color se adaptaba bastante bien, ¿por qué decidiste cambiarlo? — Wednesday volvió a darle la espalda a Enid, quien le estaba cepillando delicadamente su cabello.  

— Digamos que fue por rebeldía, mi madre estaba en contra de que le hiciera algún cambio a mi cabello y cómo ya había pasado mi edad límite para mi primera transformación según el alfa de nuestra manada, pues lo hice para que ella sí tuviera un buen motivo para criticarme. — Enid le gustaba su color castaño, lo que nunca fue de su agrado era su estilo rizado, así que tenía que alisarlo cada vez que se lo lavaba.

— No sé como no me di cuenta antes que tienes el cabello así— Wednesday creyó que sabía todo o casi todo acerca de Enid, pero con este detalle, ese pensamiento le trajo nuevas dudadas acerca de que más aspectos de la vida de Enid podía desconocer.

— Quizás porque siempre pasas bastante tiempo fuera de nuestra habitación y aprovecho esos momentos de alisarlo o teñirlo, en la habitación de Yoko. — Enid deslizó sus dedos por la cabellera de Wednesday, asegurándose que estuviera completamente desenredado.

— Listo, ahora solo falta trenzarlo — Enid lo dijo para asegurarse que también Wednesday le había permitido peinarlo.

— Adelante — Wednesday dijo con calma.

Enid esta vez fue hacia el lado derecho para trenzar esa parte del cabello y luego el izquierdo. El proceso no duró más de unos cuantos minutos y al verlo finalizado, se sintió orgullosa por el resultado.

—Listo— Le entregó el espejo a Wednesday para que se mirara.

— Gracias Enid, quedó perfectamente— A Wednesday en verdad no le importaba si a Enid no le quedaba exactamente como ella lo trenzaba, sin embargo se acercó a la forma en que ella lo hacía. Quizás solo le falta más práctica. Pensó.

—Bien ahora sí podemos bajar a desayunar— Enid estaba guardando el peine, el secador de pelo y el espejo desde donde los había sacado.

— Espera, ahora es tu turno— Wednesday le dijo a Enid donde tenía que sentarse. Fue a buscar otro peine y comenzó a cepillarle el cabello. Esta vez tomó menos tiempo que el suyo, pero aun así disfruto de lo íntimo de tal situación.

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[this-wrecker-this-crafter]

"Sit still, Jon, you’ll make it worse if you fidget,” Jervis chided gently, dabbing at Jonathan's face with a cotton pad soaked in makeup remover.

Jonathan grumbled under his breath. He made no move to pull away from the ministrations, but his grip on Jervis's wrists remained firm, the needles of his aerosolizers glinting in the light of the mansion's grand living room. "It's pointless," he muttered, more to himself than to Jervis. "The mask goes right back on after this. It's not like anyone's going to see my face anyway."

"But it's not healthy," Jervis insisted, fingers deftly working to remove the smeared makeup. "Your skin needs care, my dear March Hare, whether your face is hidden behind a mask or not."

Comfortably ensconced on the sofa with a glass of whiskey, Oswald watched the scene with amusement dancing in his eyes. "Quite the curious duo we have here, wouldn't you say, Ed?"

Edward looked up from a stack of papers he’d been perusing. "Indeed. A dynamic that defies simple explanation, much like our own."

“A simple explanation, you say,” Oswald chuckled, leaning back. "But if I know you, you’ll have a far more complicated one whirring away in that giant brain of yours. Enlighten me; what do you make of it?"

"Consider this," Edward began, his tone growing more animated with each word. "Are you familiar with the concept of grooming in the animal kingdom?"

Oswald furrowed his brow, perplexed by the sudden shift in conversation. "Grooming?"

Edward nodded thoughtfully. "Oh, yes. It's fascinating, really. A delicate balance of power." He leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Did you know that rabbits show dominance by allowing themselves to be groomed?"

Oswald's interest piqued. "Oh?"

Edward nodded again. "Cats, on the other hand, assert dominance by grooming others." He gestured subtly toward Jervis and Jonathan. "Ergo. It's a bit of a paradox, isn't it?"

"So they both think they hold the reigns," Oswald concluded, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he connected the dots. "No wonder Jonathan lets Jervis fuss over him."

Edward grinned. “Precisely. And yet, he clings to those aerosolizers like a security blanket. A skittish rabbit indeed."

"So, who's really in charge?" Oswald mused aloud, his gaze returning to Jervis and Jonathan. "The rabbit or the cat?"

Edward's grin widened as he leaned in closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Ah, but that's the beauty of it, Oswald. They each believe they do."

As if on cue, Jonathan's fingers tightened around Jervis's wrists. Jervis didn't seem to mind, though, his attention focused solely on his task as he finished removing the last smudges of black from Jonathan's pale skin. 

"There we go, all clean," he declared, a hint of pride in his voice. “Now onto the mane, my dear Mr. Crane. Let's tame these lovely tresses of yours, shall we?"

Jonathan tensed, his grip tightening further. “No.”

"Easy there, my dear March Hare," Jervis cooed, unfazed by the tension.

“No.” Jonathan’s fingers hovered over his aerosolizers.

Jervis met the wary gaze calmly. "Jonathan."

"I'll do it," Jonathan muttered, his voice tinged with a hint of warning. “You know I will.”

Undeterred, Jervis leaned in closer, smiling serenely. "I know, Jon, I know. But there's no need for drastic measures. Does this not always brings you pleasure?”

Jonathan hesitated for a moment, fingers twitching near the triggers, before relenting with a resigned sigh. "Fine, but make it quick."

With a triumphant grin, Jervis picked up a brush and began to work through Jonathan's thick locks, his gentle humming filling the room as he went. Jonathan’s eyes slipped shut, relaxing almost immediately into the comfort of the rhythmic motions. 

Across the room, Oswald and Edward exchanged knowing looks, and Oswald tossed back the last of his whiskey.