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python333 · 9 months

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task force 141 reacting to [reader] clinging to them — python333

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synopsis just as the title says bb!! just some headcanons of the boys reacting to the reader clinging to them and basically following them around like a lost puppy!

relationships platonic!tf141 & reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

warnings written in 2nd person pov [you/your/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], non-scottish reader [or could be read as scottish with less of an accent], probably ooc :{

note this is so. self indulgent. BUT i need to get my thoughts out rn about these boys because its too much to contain my silly little brain won't let this go and i need to just hdjhsdfjdhj. if anyone wants to request something for me to write pls do it because this is the only thing thats gotten me out of my writers block.

JOHN "BRAVO SIX" PRICE

➥ i honestly don’t even think he’d notice at first.

➥ about a week after you’d gotten to know everyone on the team and started to get used to their quirks, you decide your target to cling onto is gonna be price… because why not?

➥ when i say cling i mean following him around like a lost puppy, just about watching his every move, basically being his shadow.

➥ it’s not until about three days of you doing this when he realizes you’re shadowing him.

➥ when he confronts you about it, it’s less of a confrontation and more like him saying “... do you need something?” and then brushing it off when you shake your head ‘no’.

➥ he’s not really irritated or angry about it, more confused but generally okay with it.

➥ so when he realizes you’re gonna be doing this often, he can’t tell whether he should feel honored or bothered.

➥ spoilers: he ends up feeling honored. it’s his fatherly instincts, y’all already know.

➥ he’s awkward about it at first, now that he actually knows you’re following him, he’s constantly checking over his shoulder and — yep, you’re still there.

➥ so he doesn’t confront you about it again, and just lets you follow him around, and once y’all get closer he teases you for following him around like a duckling would with its mother.

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You’d been following Price around for a few days now. He hadn’t noticed so far, thank God, but he was definitely close to finding out. You could see the way he’d occasionally glance over his shoulder and see you following him, then keep eye contact with you for a moment before going on with his day — which really confused you at first, but who cares as long as he’s not stopping you? — and letting you follow him.

You had been following him out of habit. You didn’t mean to follow him in particular, it just… happened. Something about his demeanor, you’d convinced yourself, He just feels safe. It’s inexplicable and we will not be diving into my underlying issues to figure out why he feels safe.

So when he’d confronted you about it—or, asked you about it is probably more accurate—with a questioning tone and the words, “Did you need something?”, you shook your head ‘no’, and that was that. The older man had looked at you for another second, eyes looking over your expression as if trying to read you like a book, then went on with his day. You had let out a sigh of relief, and continued your little routine of following him around and being his little shadow.

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JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH

➥ he’s such a silly guy, man.

➥ he’d notice but pretend he didn’t, just for the sake of seeing how long you’ll follow him.

➥ if anyone points out your presence he’ll ignore it and change the subject.

➥ of course, once he realizes you aren’t letting up your clinginess, he confronts you about it in the most professional way possible!

➥ “Do ye trail everyone ‘round like that, or am I jist special?”

➥ it takes you a moment to figure out what he just said because holy fuck that accent is THICK.

➥ but you figure it out after a quick moment of thinking and struggle to respond, before offering a quiet, “... Uh. I guess you’re just special?”

➥ he is very happy about this.

➥ he nods approvingly and goes on with his day, letting you trail behind him.

➥ he really doesn’t mind, and actually enjoys having you trail behind him.

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Following around Soap was more of a challenge than you’d intended. It was fun, for the most part, and you liked that he didn’t acknowledge you at all. The main reason you had kept following him was because he didn’t bother you at all, and didn’t even glance back at you as you followed him, no, he simply let you follow him around and shadow him all day.

Of course, you still had training and practice, but the moment you had gotten out of the showers and were done for the day, you’d gone back to following Soap, once you’d found him. Your daily routine was basically: wake up, eat breakfast, follow Soap, go to the training room and follow your CO’s orders, shower and eat lunch or dinner, find Soap, follow Soap, sleep, repeat.

Then one day, on a particularly idle day, Soap had turned to you and popped the question — “Do ye trail everyone ‘round like this, or am I jist special?”

Maybe you were just being dramatic, but holy fuck , his accent made it almost sound like he was speaking a whole different language. You process his words for a moment, before responding with a quiet, “Uh… I guess you’re just special?”

He seemed pretty satisfied with that answer and never really bothered you with it again.

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SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

➥ he realizes immediately and ohhh boyyyyyy.

➥ “Do you need something?” “Did you need something?” “Why are you following me?” “Stop following me.” “Do you need something?”

➥ he is. Very bothered.

➥ constantly looking over his shoulder just to find your annoying ass following him.

➥ will always ask you why you’re following him, and when you shrug or give a bullshit excuse, he gives an exasperated sigh and goes on with his day.

➥ sometimes he’d even try to lose you in the crowd, and when you miraculously continue to follow him through it, he’d somehow become even more miserable. it’s impressive, your dedication to following him around like this.

➥ he’ll warm up to it eventually, maybe a month or two after you’ve started following him.

➥ by month one he’ll stop constantly asking you why you’re following him, and by month two he’ll stop constantly glancing over his shoulder.

➥ and eventually, he’ll stop trying to lose you in the crowds, and instead look for the easiest way to get through them with you trailing behind him.

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Ghost should’ve known from the moment you persisted with your following of him through thick and thin that you’d never give this up. Honestly, it’s impressive how dedicated you are to trailing behind him like a little shadow, never even speaking to him, just following him.

However, Ghost could persist as well.

You’d follow him around as much as possible, starting at the break of dawn and briefly pausing your following to do whatever training your CO instructed and then resuming your following till curfew. Day after day, Ghost would interrupt your following by questioning it, then when given an answer, he’d give an exasperated sigh and storm off, not waiting for you to catch up.

At first, he thought you wanted to win over some sort of attention or affection from him. So, he made sure not to give you any. He didn’t spare a single moment for you, besides glancing at you over his shoulder and questioning your presence, and yet you continued to follow him. So he experimented with it a bit — he didn’t spare a single glance at you one day, didn’t speak to you one bit, didn’t do anything. Just went around as if you weren’t there. And yet, you continued to follow him, not put off by his behavior at all.

So, he just stopped thinking too much about you, in the nicest way possible. He wouldn’t glance back at you and question your presence, but he also wouldn’t try and lose you around the base. He wouldn’t storm off and leave you running to catch up. Sometimes, he even forgets you’re there at all. He warms up to it, albeit after a few months, but he still warms up to it nonetheless.

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KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK

➥ i think he’d notice fairly quickly but wouldn’t point it out right away.

➥ like, he’d glance over his shoulder and see you following him, but gaslights himself into thinking you’re just trying to get to the same place he is, so he doesn’t confront you about it or anything.

➥ so when he realizes that you’re following him and not just trying to get to the same place he is, he’s kind of weirded out, but still doesn’t confront you.

➥ he’ll ask soap for some help on what to do and the damn idiot just goes ‘[c/n] probably has a crush on you’ so now gaz thinks you have a crush on him.

➥ i mean, he’s flattered, but also he has no idea who you are, so…

➥ he’s now even more awkward.

➥ so then he goes to price for help,

➥ and price is just a tinge more reasonable.

➥ price tells gaz that you’re probably just shadowing him because you see him as some sort of mentor, or maybe there was someone in your past that was similar to gaz and you followed them around as well.

➥ his reasoning doesn’t help all that much, because what the fuck is gaz supposed to do with that, but whatever.

➥ he really doesn’t know what to do about you, to be honest.

➥ after way too long, he asks you why you’re following him.

➥ and when you shrug or give an excuse as to why you’ve been trailing behind him ever since you’ve gotten here, he shrugs back and goes on with his day.

➥ doesn’t mind all that much, so yippee!!

➥ eventually, when you two get closer, he tells you that you can walk by his side instead of behind him.

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Making Gaz your target was probably the best idea you’ve ever had.

He’s pretty quiet, doesn’t actively try to get you to go away, and best of all, he really just walks around and does any tasks he needs to. It’s oddly nice, just watching him do his work. He doesn’t talk to himself under his breath like Soap or Price does, and doesn’t do his work in complete silence like Ghost does. He’ll often hum to himself or whistle, a noise that’s quickly become weirdly comforting to you.

It’s kind of disappointing realizing you have to go off to training, honestly. Following Gaz around has quickly become the pinnacle of your day. Which sounds really sad now that you think of it, but who cares.

About a month of you following him later, he finally asks you why you’re following him. In the nicest way possible, of course.

“Is there a reason you’ve been following me around all month?”

When you shrug or give an excuse for your actions, he thinks about your words (or your wordless shrug) for a moment and mutters a quiet, “Alright, then,” and goes on with his day.

#taskforce141 #tf141 #taskforce141 x reader #platonic #platonic taskforce141 #fucking hate tagging #simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #john price x reader #captain price x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #all platonic #of course #gn reader #fem reader #masc reader #male reader #female reader

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factual-fantasy · 1 year

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The response to my last Sky post was pretty neato! So I felt inspired to go back and really clean up some of those character designs and flesh out their stories a bit more.

In the end I got a little carried away <XD I wanted the drawings to look good! So I spent forever on backgrounds this time- but it was worth it! I think these came out pretty slick! I’ll have to delve into their stories sometime, its gets kind’a complicated <XDD

#sky children of the light #sky ocs #my ocs #do not tag any of these as ship!#all platonic

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youkissedareaderinthedark · 8 months

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Part of It

Synopsis: Y/n has been the social media manager for the Argentina National Team for a few months now. She’s unofficially everyone’s favorite employee

young fem argentine reader x platonic argentina national football team

A/N: this fic will be regarding the entire team, but it will mainly feature: Alvarez, Fernandez, Molina, Garnacho, Messi, and De Paul, because those are the players I know the best.

more a/n: also please don’t be surprised if some of the info in this fic is false and the players are ooc, im not based in argentina so I could easily get a lot of these things wrong

. so

. for as long as you can remember, the only thing you’ve loved more than playing football is being behind a camera

. as a kid whenever you weren’t on the pitch itself, you were recording your teammates and friends, creating their own personal highlight reels

. and like every other kid in Argentina, you spent your entire childhood playing football

. but it wasn’t until you were a teenager when you started to discover your love for camera work

. it started when a teammate of yours asked you to record something for social media, initially as a joke

. but then the video got a couple hundred views, and you quickly began to love the feeling of creating something people can visually enjoy

. your teenage years were filled with football and videography

. then by the time your senior year came around, you knew you wanted to by apart of both scenes however you could in the future

. leading to your commitment to Cordoba National University with a major in communication and media studies

. you graduate in 2021, and spend a few weeks looking for jobs

. then you find Cordoba fc and their opening for a new social marketing manager

. you get hired within two weeks of applying as a social media manager

. because the Cordoba community is pretty small, you can spend a lot of time getting to know the players and the fans really well

. you learn a lot there, as it’s your first work experience for a professional football club

. you work there till the end of sepetmber/mid october, because through a few of your co-workers, you learn that Central Cordoba has an opening for social media manager

. which of course, you applied to and by the end of November, you’re part of the Central Cordoba staff

. it was a lot of fun; hanging out with players, befriending other staff, traveling with the team, and obviously, managing their social media

. you prove to be extremely efficient there, bringing in thousands of new fans

. which builds your reputation as an employee a lot

. and suddenly, you’re getting offers for different clubs around argentina

. only 1 stands out to you though

. Argentina’s national team offer

. because apparently, due to the world cup occurring at the end of the year, the communications directors wanted more publicity before the competition

. you obviously reply back, and a few weeks later you’re invited to their headquarters for an interview

. at first, you didn’t think you got the job because it took a while to hear back from the directors

. but then you wake up to yet another email waiting for you

. and you are officially argentina’s social media manager

. your first day is technically in april

. but you don’t meet any of the players until the end of that month

. you didn’t even know you were gonna meet the players that day so you were severely unprepared

. one moment you were making coffee with your co workers

. then lionel messi walks in beside rodrigo de paul

. they caught you by surprise

. both of them were really nice though

. you eventually learn that they all are

. your job mainly consists of filming the team together and managing the their social media accounts

. this is how you get to know each of the players

. you click with julian the most at first because of the age similarity

. he becomes your best friend within your first week

. any meetings that the both of you are included in are spent sitting on opposite sides of the room because you were told your friendship is “a disturbance to the work environment”

. you guys make it up by being attached to the hip before and after practices though

. a third of your camera roll is funny candid’s of julian

. you guys are bus seat partners and make fun out of annoying the other guys

. enzo is another close friend of yours

. you guys are always gossiping about something

. “did you hear about the new intern?”

. “apparently, somebody was found with somebody else in the break room after the meeting last week”

. “I swear he wasn’t even sick that one time, he was just at a party the night before”

. he tries to convince you to dye your hair like him

. and when you refuse, he lets you make up for it by helping him tone in

. you guys are always laughing together, no matter what the situation is

. you and molina have such a playful relationship

. you’re always making fun of him for no real reason

. he’s just trying to defend himself

. you do it for all of them, but his birthday photo dump is always the worst

. you two are always wandering around headquarters, looking for either someone to bother or something to entertain yourselves

. it always ends it great content though

. you have a soft spot for alejandro

. mostly because he has a crush on you and tries to play it off

. but you’ve known since the first few times of hanging out with him

. when you’re filming concent for the argentina pages, you’ll see alejandro trying to show off at least three times a video

. you find it hilarious

. the other guys tease him relentlessly for it

. you two are still good friends regardless

. he tries to be protective of you even though he’s literally four years younger than you

. again, you find it hilarious

. and he always gets shit from the other players

. leo is such a dad to you it’s funny

. he was so nice the first time you met him, and after that he unofficially adopted you as a daughter

. even though he’s only like 13 years older than you

. shows his care in small ways

. making sure you never get hit with a ball when you’re sitting in to a practice

. coming into your office when you’re both in headquarters to check on you

. making sure you’re safe when you’re traveling with the team

. whether it be just assigning another player to look after you or a whole ass bodyguard

. also protecting you from rodrigo

. because rodri is like an older brother to you

. super playful

. always teasing you

. agreesive type of love

. y’know those videos of rodri always picking up julian and stuff?

. like that but a smidge gentler

. this is where messi comes in

. insisting he put you down and let you do your job

. rodri also tries to convince you to get tattoos

. honestly that’s a whole team thing

. playful peer pressure is real there

. anyway

. you, julian, and enzo are such a trio

. getting up to the most random shit in other countries after games

. you guys were two seconds away from jumping into a canal in italy

. but then here comes leo

. scolding you guys like his children

. and sending you back to the hotel

. also, you have a jersey from almost every player on the team because before you got your own jersey, you always just picked someone random to wear on game days

. but then rodri started frowning when he saw you in julian’s jersey because apparently, you hadn’t worn his shirt in a few games

. and now you have a separate drawer just for jerseys

. oh and the world cup

. that was so fun for you

. traveling with the team to qatar

. hanging out in stadiums during practice, half upset because it felt like a million degrees

. but half in awe because holy shit you’re in qatar for the world cup

. you’re on the edge of your seat for every game

. the final almost killed you

. you were almost crying on the bench next to the other staff

. totally worth it though

. you started sobbing when montiel made the last penalty kick

. because you knew these guys, you knew how much they wanted it, how much they deserved it

. it was a mess of hugs and tears after that

. julian is grinning into your shoulder

. rodri tackled you

. enzo is basically jumping up and down

. you don’t think you’ll ever see alejandro that happy again

. you and molina are crying together

. and messi gives you the biggest hug

. it’s so fun celebrating with the team

. spraying champange with gonzalo

. singing along to music with paulo

. dancing around with lauatoro

. and coming back to argentina after that

. seeing all the fans in buenos aires, looking around and seeing argentine pride everywhere

. surreal

. there’s definitely no feeling like it

. which is why you’re so sad when it’s time to go back to your clubs

. you came to an agreement with central cordoba to go back and work for them during the argentine league

. then coming back to the national team when it called

. so you can’t wait for next season

#reader insert #football imagine #football team x reader #platonic football team x reader #argentina national football team #argentina national team #argentina nt x reader #female reader #argentina nt fic #lionel messi #julian alvarez #enzo fernandez #alejandro garnacho #nahuel molina #rodrigo de paul #all platonic

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spektaculouzanti-rattenmauz · 2 months

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i saw something and it made me mad so

i love recovering radqueers

even the ones that are having a hard time adjusting

even the ones that still use transids

you're trying, and that's all that matters

i love recovering radqueers

#all platonic #anti radqueer

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silvermarley · 11 months

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Hiiii! Can I have a Muzan x child reader scenario? Where the child is just really naughty and no one can control them and maybe they even spill his chemicals on purpose. Overall, they’re just a menace and no one can do anything about it, no matter how much Muzan punishes them! Also love your writing, author! <3333

Helloo!! Thank you for reading, you’re too kind 💕

Child!reader shenanigans

Warnings: fluffy, reader is his kid, crack

-You were quite the handful.

-Running and playing all over the place, you left chaos everywhere you went.

-You would mess with his experimenting equipment and anything else around you

-Thus spilling some of his chemicals

-Bro was pissed

-But omg when there’s an Uppermoon meeting it’s so much worse

-Mostly bc Douma loves to instigate it 👩‍🦯

-You were messing with Kokushibo’s hair and pulling on Akaza’s clothing

-You called Daki a weirdo and she (+Gyutaro) almost blew up on u 💀

-Almost

-They couldn’t even do anything about it tho bc ur Muzan’s child

-Douma would say some shi like “Oh my, Y/N-dono, you’re so funny!”

-Only to boost ur ego

-Which leads to more chaos

-No matter how many times Muzan reprimands you for your actions, you seemingly never learn

-But he can’t seem to hate you regardless

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Taglist: @im-togas-knife @kaianawr @x3nako @booplsnoot @wicked-binch @nobody_lv @zonaazworld @Binx12345678910

#levys friends #all platonic #KNY fluff #KNY x reader #demon slayer fluff #demon slayer x reader #muzan fluff

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thedelusionreaderbitch · 1 year

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Coming out to the batfam as asexual

A/n: So asexuals are all different, even then I tried to make it as universal as possible but if you're sex favorable (I'm not so that's probably partially why I wrote it like that) this one (unfortunately) might not be for you!

Warnings: Being scared to come out, mentions of aphobia and killing people, I think that's it? You have been warned!

The reader is gender neutral!

Requested by: @bandshirts-andbooks

Ironically for being the world's best detectives no one really caught on

I think the only person who might of is Cass, but it's nothing for sure, she just saw your body language would change slightly when people talked about sex

The first person you tell is Alfred

You were probably having a bad day, maybe seeing some straight people talk about ace people in a really negative way, and perhaps some queer people online who told you, that ace people didn't belong in the community

And people just being shitheads in general towards the queer community and just all these laws being made against trans people everywhere can really wear someone down, right?

So it's the middle of the night and you're in the kitchen crying because it's just been a bad day

And Alfred comes in, "Mx. L/n are you alright?"

After you were adopted you never got Bruce's last name

"Ah, yes! Don't worry it's nothing!"

🥹

All it takes is one raised eyebrow from him and you're quickly defeated, and he pulls out a chair and sits next to you

"Don't let things fester for too long Mx. L/n, you know what happens to your brothers when they do."

Sighing you wring your hands through your hair (something you picked up from your father) "I just-"

"Alfred I think I'm asexual."

"There's a silence and half your brain is thinking maybe Alfred doesn't know what it is and the other half think he hates you now

"Mx. L/n you do not "think so" I'm pretty sure you know."

And that in itself is confirmation that he supports you, the way he's smiling makes you wonder how you could think anything else

Okay next you come out to Cass

Because Alfred slyly told you she might already know

She's supportive and tells you in her own way that she would hurt anyone who isn't

I also think she understands you the most because I headcanon (is it canon???) that Cass is asexual

So she's who you go for to vent, and eventually she'll come out to you as ace too!

Then there's Stephanie and Barbra

Steph squeals; "Another member of the alphabet mafia!" And Barbra recomends a bunch of asexual groups online where they share their personal experiences

While all this fluffiness is happening the batboys tm are trying to get back at you for winning the prank war last week

Naturally they go into your dating history, because why not?

Murder might be committed by Cass after this

There aren't very many people but there's ONE person from your high school days

And thanks to Tim's savvy tech skills they somehow find out you're a virgin

(don't ask)

At this point Damian didn't really know the plan, but he's mostly the distraction anyways!

In the past you had told them you weren't one

High school was not good for your baby ace ass alright?

Meaning they thought it was fair game because they were getting back at you for lying and winning the prank war

Imagine your surprise when at a rare dinner Jason, Tim, and Dick are glancing at each other mischievously

Bruce looks like he has no idea what's going on and Damian (for once) looks oddly innocent

"You know how we use to say Jason gets no bitches" Dick starts up

"Hey!"

"Well little Timmy here." Dick continues ignoring an angry Jay. "Found out you're worse than Jaybird and are a Virgin."

You just stare dumbfounded at their giggling faces

"I didn't know that this was part of the plan." Damian mutters

At this point you were much more confident in yourself and had momentairly forgetten that Bruce was still in the room

Just imagine seeing those faces

when you finally tell them

"I'm asexual fuckwads."

Their faces go BEAT RED

"Oh, um..."

"Also Tim, idk how you found out I was still a virgin, but if you do anything like that again..."

The look on Tim's face - it was very clear that your threat got through to him

Then you remembered Bruce was still in the room

Slowly you turned your head to face him

Instead of saying anything he just gave you a smile

That's how you came out to the Batfam, from being scared, to be a confident badass

-thedelusionreaderbitch

dc taglist: no one yet!

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fallingwaynes · 2 months

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chapter 1 of my fic!!

“the pact of our youth”

yes the title is based of achilles come down by gang of youths hehe

Growing up in the circus was a challenging task, especially with the amount of performances and training everyone was expected to do in a day. It was especially challenging for a child, for you and your only other friend. Dick Grayson.

He was the circus’s golden child, being the only child acrobat. You were a golden child as well, being the only child with tarot reading abilities. It was highly likely that the only two children in Haley’s circus would become friends. And you two became best friends.

If anyone was to ask Dick about you, his little face would light up and he would explain excitedly about how amazing you were. He especially pointed out the times where you did your tarot readings on him and they came true. And if anyone was to ask you about Dick, you would nod shyly and talk about how his acrobatic powers would soon outshine his parents. You truly believed he would be the best acrobat in the circus.

When you weren’t doing tarot readings for paying customers or for other circus members, you were spending time with Dick. If your mother needed to find you, all she had to was visit the Grayson’s caravan or in the close area. You would always be there, giggling at a joke that the other eight year old made.

That’s where she would find you today, holding his hand as you stared at his palm. She knew, as well as you did, that you had no ideas how to read palms. This was just a simple way to humour the young acrobat; he giggled as you ran your finger in circles on his palm.

“It says that you’re have the most amazing best friend ever.” you spoke, nodding all serious like. He widened his eyes, before erupting into giggles.

“Does that mean I’m going to get a best friend?” he was teasing you, and he giggled as your face scrunched up in a frown. “Kidding, you’ll always be my best friend.”

You dropped his hand, crossing your arms with a huff; you smiled though. “Good, we should always be best friends, Dick.” Then you giggled at his nickname, he giggled too only because your laughter was contagious.

Your mother cleared her throat, turning the attention of both of you to her. “Mom!” you scrambled to your feet, and wrapped your arms around her waist. Dick stood up also, waving at your mom. She smiled sweetly at the boy, sending him a wave back and then wrapping a single around you.

“Hello, Richard.” she was one of the few people in the circus that refused to call Dick by such a nickname, and he had grown accustomed to it. She frowned apologetically between the two of you, and looked over at the approaching figures of his parents. “I hate to break you two apart, but there’s another performance tonight.”

Dick nodded understandably, turning around just as his parents reached where you all stood. They nodded at your mother, she returned the gesture. “Bye, see you later!” Dick smiled brightly at you, before placing his hand in his mom and dad’s and retreating back into his caravan.

〰☽◯☾〰

That night was the worst, you couldn’t even have used the tarot cards to read an event like this happening. Your mother had sent you to fetch more cards so you hadn’t seen it happen but you had come back to everyone crowding around the acrobat area. What could have happened to warrant such a response?

You made your way over to see what had happened, your mother was too shocked to even notice. Dick was kneeling on the floor next to two bodies. His parents’ bodies. You gasped, running to hug him; he sobbed into your shoulder and a few of Gotham’s elitists cooed in adoration.

“My parents.” he sniffled, resting his head against your shoulder and grabbing onto your hand. At this moment, while he was devastated about the deaths of the two most important people in his life, he was glad his best friend was there.

“I’m so sorry, Dick.” you whispered, running a finger in circles on his palm. You knew it wouldn’t make him laugh like earlier, but you at least wanted it to bring him some comfort for now. You stared up at the crowd, most of them were being ushered back to their seats by the Gotham police.

Dick continued sniffling, but some of his sadness had turned to anger. “Someone murdered my parents, and I’m going to make them pay.” he muttered, before glancing once more at the corpses of his parents. “Make them pay.” he repeated, just as a cop approached the two of you.

“I’m sorry about your parents, kiddos.” he looked between the two of you, and you shook your head quickly. The cop, the Commissioner you guessed by the badge pinned to his jacket, nodded understandably and crouched next to Dick. “I’m sorry about your parents, son.”

Neither of you knew the best course of action in a situation like this. Would someone in the circus be willing to take on Dick, so that he could continue to become the best acrobat in Haley’s circus? You didn’t want him to leave the circus, but you knew deep down that it was most likely the best idea for him after such an event.

You turned as your mom called out your name. She stared down with pity at the crying state of Dick, and you rushed into her open arms. “Mom, what’s going to happen to him?” you whispered, watching as the cop placed his jacket over your best friend’s shoulders.

Your mom sighed softly, it wasn’t easy having to admit that Dick would have to leave the circus and enter the foster care system. “He’s going to have to live with someone else, my little fortune teller.” she whispered to ensure that the grieving boy wouldn’t hear it.

Judging by the way he placed his hand into the Commissioner’s, the news had been broken to him and he had accepted it easier than it was expected. If the Commissioner and Dick had stayed a moment longer, they would’ve noticed Gotham’s richest playboy staring at the young boy with a frown.

You noticed however, and you began to wonder if Dick would at least be in the hands of someone who could afford all of his needs and wants. You just hoped you would be able to see your best friend before he left the circus forever.

#apollo’s writing!!#dc #dick grayson #angst #angst of course #somewhat canon compliant #childhood friends #circus #dc comics #hes so adorable #im sorry for killing his parents here #dick grayson x reader #all platonic #im feeling silly

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Dog Tags

Summary: Some bullies take teasing a step too far.

Warnings: Stereotypical bullies, anger issues, bottling up emotions, violence

Notes: Papa/Pa= Steve, Dad/Dada = Bucky. No pairing. Reader is Steve and Bucky's adopted daughter. Part two here!

Fem!reader

Word count: 1,364

Age 1-5

When you were born, 1939, Hydra got you. You underwent four years of experiments that gave you the gift of prophecy and enhanced physical strength. Random visions of the future came to you once or twice a week, but they were heralded by you losing consciousness.

Four years later, a group led by Captain America took down the lab you were being kept in. You formed a close father-daughter bond with the men who rescued you, James ‘Bucky’ Barnes and Steve Rogers. For two years you stayed with them as they continued fighting against the Axis Powers and formed the Howling Commandos.

It was then discovered that you had a severe heart defect. If left untreated, it would most likely kill you. On December 26th 1944, they placed you in a specially made freezing chamber in the hopes that future medical advances would make your condition treatable. While you were frozen, you still received visions.

Age 6

Decades later, you were unfrozen. You were technically in your 60’s, but by all accounts still a six-year-old. You lived with your adoptive Papa Steve, who ensured you got the medical treatments needed, and had a relatively normal childhood despite the out of the ordinary first six years. He told you that your Dad Bucky was gone, which you didn’t fully believe.

“But I saw him!” You protested.

“I know,” Steve replied, “We used to see him every day. Now we won’t get to see him again.”

“No!” You shouted, “I saw him doing things he hasn’t done yet!”

“Y/n/n,” Steve shushed, “This is a hard thing for both of us. Please stop trying to give me hope. He’s gone. That’s the end of it.”

When both of you had calmed down, Steve pulled out a little box.

“Kid?” He got your attention, “Do you remember what these are?”

“Yeah. They’re his dog tags.”

“Do you want to keep them?” He asked. You nodded in reply, and put them on. From that day forward you rarely took off your Dad’s tags.

Age 8

At school, you kept your head down, four formative years in a strict evil lab will make you very keen to follow the rules and not be noticed. Your increased strength made you afraid you would hurt someone, so you never fought back. Because of this, bullies targeted you. They were a few years older, and notorious all throughout your middle school.

One day they went a step too far by yanking your Dad’s dog tags right off your neck. The main guy, Kennith Reid, tossed them to Tyler, who tossed them to another boy. They went around and around the circle.

“Give them back.” You said evenly.

“What’re you gonna do?” Tyler asked, “Cry to your Papa? Who did you say he was, Captain America? I don’t believe it. I think you lied.”

“No.”

“Tyler,” Kennith said, catching the dog tags, “What do you think she’d do if we started breaking up this little chain?”

“Don’t.”

“Oh Kennie, is she getting mad?”

“I think so T.” Kennith said, and he broke off a few inches of the chain. You stood up, and started to take off your hoodie.

“Why are you taking off your stupid frog hoodie?” Tyler jeered.

“I don’t want to get your blood on it.” Removing your hoodie revealed how much that Hydra had influenced you. Muscles far beyond what any teenager had, much less an eight-year-old like yourself.

Wordlessly, you swung at him. It connected, hard. His nose splintered and he fell to the ground. Kennith’s pals had a split second of panic, as the blood drained from their faces in fear, but you didn’t stop. You went after every single one of them, being very careful not to injure them too badly. Kennith’s nose was the worst one.

He was the ringleader, so he deserved it.

A few moments later, they were all sufficiently beaten up, you took back your Dad’s dog tags, and knelt down next to them.

“You’re never going to pick on anyone again, understood?”

“Ye - yeah,” He hastily said, “Got it. Mhm. 100%. We won’t bully you.”

“No. You won’t bully anyone. Not me. Not Jess, not Caroline, not Xavier. None of us. Are we clear?”

“Crystal.”

Obviously, parents were called. Your Papa was probably off on some mission, although he said he’d be back today. It didn’t matter. If he wasn’t available Auntie Nat would step in. You sat on one side of the table, waiting for someone to join you. Your new principal, who had recently replaced a beloved one, sat across from you. Her name was Ms. Katz.

“Ms. Y/l/n,” Your principal said after waiting for ten minutes, “Do you know your mother’s phone number?”

“With all due respect, Ms. Katz” You said, “She’s dead.”

“Oh,” She inhaled, “I see.”

“My aunt should be joining us soon.” Right on cue Ms. Romanoff waltzed in.

“Thank you for waiting,” She began, “I came as soon as I could.”

“No problem, thank you for joining us.” Ms. Katz said, “You are here because Y/n has exhibited some concerning behavior. She repeatedly hit her peers, resulting in one receiving a broken nose.”

“That doesn’t sound like her. Have you asked her why she did it?” Nat asked.

“This school has a Zero-Tolerance Policy for physical violence or bullying of any sort, no matter the reason.” Ms. Katz replied, “So we didn’t need to ask.”

“That sounds like a recipe for more violence.” Nat said.

“We’re not here to debate policy.” Ms. Katz said, “She will be receiving a two week suspension, and I’m afraid this will go on her permanent record.”

“Oh no.” Was your deadpan response. “Can’t let anyone know I retaliated when provoked. Woe is me.”

Nat flashed you a proud smile, and continued.

“Y/n, I haven’t yet gotten to hear your perspective. I think there’s a little more to it than simply whacking a kid.”

“I don’t believe that’s a good use of our time togeth-” Ms. Katz began, and was shortly cut off.

“No,” Nat said, “Let her talk. I need to know what happened before I decide what to do.”

“I just want you to know we’re not reconsidering the suspension.”

“Fine by me. Continue, Y/n.”

“They snagged Dad’s dog tags off my neck. I told them to give them back. They didn’t. This was the final straw. For the past two years I’ve endured their teasing, and so have countless others. I didn’t beat them up just to get the tags back, I did it to win this fight, and the next ones too. Now they’ll leave me alone, and the others, too.”

“Ms. Katz,” Nat turned to your principal, “I would just like to thank you. Y/n and I will enjoy these next two weeks off. I want you to know that she will be receiving no punishment at home.”

The intercom on Ms. Katz’s desk buzzed.

“There’s someone here to see y-”

“Tell them to wait.” She cut them off, “Very well then. I also wanted to address her chronic lying.”

“Tell me more.”

“She insists her family is full of superheroes and spies.” She pulled out a drawing, “Here, she even drew this when we were supposed to be making family portraits.” The drawing was of you, Auntie Nat, your Dad, your Papa, Uncles Tony, Thor, Bruce, and Clint, the whole crew. After a pause, Auntie Nat nodded.

“This is just about right.” She smiled, “My hair used to be wavy, if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

“No,” Ms. Katz sighed, “She insists she lives with the Avengers! Don’t you see? She strings up wild stories about fighting Nazis and being frozen in a time capsule!”

“They’re true.” Nat’s phone buzzed. “And I can prove it. Tell your receptionist to let in the other visitor.”

Ms. Katz complied, the door opened, and Steve walked in. She stared agape for a moment, before regaining composure.

“That… That will be all, thank you.”

“Have you been reading Ender’s Game again?” Auntie Nat asked on the ride back to Steve’s apartment.

“Maybe…” You grinned, “Okay yeah.”

“Thought so, that speech sounded a bit familiar.”

Part two here!

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mockerycrow · 8 months

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is anyone interested in more ghost’s sibling!reader? example here — feel free to send more concepts like that one btw!!

#call of duty #crow’s thoughts #platonic #tags used for engagement lol #all platonic #sibling!reader #simon ghost riley

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noxx-33i · 3 months

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hi i heard youd like some art requests so,, boombox and skateboard together maybe?? they can be doin anything, i just like them together :3

Hi hello!!!! And yes, skateboard and boombox as the ultimate duo!

I definitely see them as the chaotic duo who wont stop hyping each other up!! maybe even bullying the other for fun

Also have a doodle of them playing a game. Probably Sonic or Super Mario while boombox listens to music and laughs at Skate being bad at the game (he's also pretty bad)

#phighting!#skateboard phighting #boombox phighting #roblox #fanart #phighting fanart #they r such cutie patooties id squish them like a stress ball #maul on them like a chew toy #all cuz of cuteness aggression!!!#i love these two very dearly #ARATZUFHSJFKKKKAJFKS we need more interactions!!!#not a ship!#all platonic #:3

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scribe-of-hael · 5 months

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Look at him, the fuck even is he

Cute lil fucked up creature, GOD WHAT EVEN ARE YOU BRAINSTORM

#All platonic #Maybe #Idfk #brainstorm #idw brainstorm #Creature #Lil thing for destruction and math #Bill nye the explosion guy

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mousepatta · 2 years

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me when a fic about my desired platonic pairing doesn't materialize all by itself

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Aether tactfully navigated through the Fatui fort, sneaking from room to room. He knew it had to be in here somewhere.

When interrogating a few locals, Aether had learned of a potion said to be brewed in the lab within this fort. Supposedly, it would let the drinker see through someone else's eyes. A potion like that could be a huge lead in helping him find his sister.

The place was a lot more guarded than he had planned. It was crawling with Fatui agents. There was no way he could fight them all, so he decided to stick to sneaking around. However, the closer he got to the lab, the fewer guards were present. It was odd, he thought it would be the other way around. Well, Aether was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth on this mission. He continued down the tiled hallway until he reached an ornate set of double doors. They were locked, of course, but that wouldn't stop him. Childe had given Aether a quick lesson on lock picking after one of their sparring matches. 'The trick is a combination of patience and urgency', Childe's words echoed in Aether's mind as he goaded a series of clicks out of the lock.

'got it'

Aether swiftly slid through the doors and closed them behind him. He would need to do this as quickly and quietly as possible now that he was so close to achieving his goal. He made quick work of looking through the various beakers and bottles. Or, more accurately, attempted to. Oddly enough, none of the bottles were labeled. They were organized by color, save for the ones scattered around on the counters. Aether scanned around the laboratory.

'How am I supposed to know which one to take?'

Aether's thoughts raced for a moment before swiftly remembering the statement he took from a villager previously. According to the statement, this potion was one of a kind with a pale blue hue. He had no idea how the villager would know those kinds of details, but he would have to trust them on this one if he wanted to get any progress done. Aether made note of any uniquely looking potions that would match the description. As much as he wanted to just move and sort them, the goal was to leave no trace that he had been here.

Just as Aether had narrowed down the options to two different potions, he heard footsteps approaching. They seemed to be a bit more swift than those of the regular Fatui agents, which was not a good sign. Torn between the two options, Aether settled on the one with a slightly paler hue and ducked into a cabinet under one of the counters. He thanked whatever higher power that the space was just empty enough for him to fit inside.

The doors were violently shoved open and subsequently slammed shut. Whoever had entered was clearly in a rather sour mood.

"Incompetent fools", the figure muttered.

Aether's heart plummeted. He recognized that voice. It was Il Dottore. This was bad. Aether held his free hand over his mouth and willed his heart to stop beating so loud. Although his interactions with the harbinger had been brief, they had made an impression. Aether hated the way Dottore looked at him. He could never see his eyes, but he could feel the analytical gaze permeating through the harbingers mask. The thought of it made Aether's skin crawl.

From what Aether could hear, Dottore was now on the opposite side of the room as him. The space was greatly appreciated. 'Maybe I can just wait it out until he leaves?' That wasn't likely. He had heard that Dottore typically spent hours holed up in his lab. Aether was not sure how likely it would be that Dottore wouldn't look in the cabinet he was hiding in.

Aether had to make a decision. It was unlikely that he'd get a chance like this again. If he was found, it would be difficult to escape, with the potion or without. If he took it now, he could get all the information he needed and use the rest of the time he was stuck here to come up with a plan of action. 'It would be better than just sitting here and doing nothing', Aether decisively unscrewed the bottle cap and drank the contents. The taste was bubbly and metallic, it made his head feel fuzzy. It took all of his focus and strength to stay in the position he was in, as to not make noise and alert the room's other occupant to his presence.

Aether noticed his vision blurr, 'yes', he shifted his focus to the thought of his sister, preparing to view her location. This sensation never came. Instead, Aether's body became warmer, he felt like he was running the worst fever of his life. Luckily, this discomfort disappeared as soon as it had arrived. Unfortunately, when Aether opened his eyes again, the space he had been cramped in was now very open. He turned to his side to see a beaker that was now taller than he was. Aether's confusion quickly turned to dread, 'no no no nono'. This could not be happening.

Aether continued to frantically observe his surroundings for some kind of solution. 'How could I be so stupid, not drinking mysterious substances is basically rule number one', Aether began to pace back and forth, 'How was he supposed to reverse this? There had to be something in the lab that could help, but Dottore was still in the room. He might be able to help, but he would never actually help me with anything, let alone a newfound vulnerability'.

Aether's thoughts were cut short by the sound of Dottore moving to a counter closer to Aether's hiding spot. Everything seemed so much louder now. He couldn't just stay here like a sitting duck, Aether needed to move. That would at least be easier now that he was less noticeable. Aether rolled his eyes at the thought. He slipped out of the cabinet and stepped out into the lab, which felt a lot colder now. For once, he regretted his exposed torso. Arms wrapped around himself, Aether tiptoed out from the safety the cabinet had granted. Dottore was working at the desk in front of the cabinet Aether was in, so he had some sort of cover with the cabinet between them.

The confidence Aether had built up quickly vanished as he just – looked – at Dottore. He was just so…huge. Dottore had always had a large presence, but this was terrifying. 'Well, as long as I stay out of sight, this won't be a problem', Aether attempted to calm himself.

Aether swiftly made his way to the counter to the side of his hiding place. It was surprisingly easy as Dottore was very focused on whatever "work" he was doing. Aether made his way from counter to counter, searching for a solution. Granted, his progress was a bit stunted due to his limited view from the floor. Engrossed in his search, Aether became a bit less aware of his surroundings. As he turned a corner, a large spider leapt into his field of vision. Aether couldn't stifle the shocked yelp that tore through his throat. He prepared his sword to strike as he stumbled backward. The spider advanced as Aether retreated further. He had fought monsters much larger, but wasn't sure what to prepare for. It was better to get more of an observation before attacking. Aether took a few more steps back before bumping into the table and–wait, the table was to his side, which means–

Aether stilled. He didn't want to see what – or more accurately who– was behind him. A boot violently slammed down onto the spider.

"I try to keep my work place as prestigious as possible, but occasionally a few pests always manage to slip in", Aether could feel Dottore's eyes on him, "but you'd know all about that wouldn't you?"

Dottore's tone lilted in a playful manner despite the clear malice behind his words. He reached to grab Aether, but the traveler rolled out of the way. The doctor made an annoyed 'tsk' before reaching for Aether again, faster this time. Aether failed to dodge and instead attempted to stab at the fingers grabbing him before his sword was torn from his grip and set on a counter firmly out of his reach. Aether continued to panic and squirm as he was lifted further into the air so that he was at about eye level with the doctor.

Dottore rolled Aether around between his fingers and looked him over. His grip was light enough to not damage Aether, but firm enough to cause discomfort whenever he made contact.

"Now, what do we have here"

Aether could hear the smile in the doctor's voice without looking.

"P-put me down", Aether tried to make his voice come out as even as possible. Dottore just stared at the traveler, making no move to set him down. Aether continued, "Now"

Dottore paused, face unreadable, before bursting out into a cackle. He was laughing at him. In that moment, Aether's anger overtook his fear of the situation.

"Is there something funny that I'm missing here?"

The doctor stifled his laughs as they began to die down.

"Oh, still the same overly confident, tough little traveler, aren't you?", Dottore condescendingly poked Aether's check with his finger. Aether attempted to shove the digit, but the doctor wouldn't even indulge him by pretending he had been able to muster enough strength to move him away.

Dottore eventually placed Aether down on one of the counters before caging him in with his arms. It's not as if Aether would have attempted to jump off the counter anyway, but he's still annoyed by the presence around him.

"Now, what to do with you? A vivisection is always a pleasant option, but it would be done so soon. On the other hand–"

Aether tuned out Dottore's speech. Maybe falling to death from a counter wouldn't be so bad after all. Aether knew he was just saying all of this to scare him, but knowing that didn't stop it from working. He was sure that whatever experiment Dottore would decide on would be much worse than just a dissection.

"I have an idea", as Aether began to interject, the doctor's focus shifted entirely back to him, "Have you ever reversed the effects of this potion? Because that could lead to maybe a big scientific discovery..thing."

Aether didn't exactly expect his vague statement to work, but he had to try something. Surprisingly, the doctor responded.

"Well, I don't have anything already made, so I would need a small sample of the potion. It would likely be very simple, but of course, that would be if I wanted to reverse it."

"Come on, you can't just–"

"And that would be the funny part. It's that I didn't even do anything. You broke into my lab, drank my potion, and then practically waltzed into my hands. It's almost like you wanted this to happen. Honestly, not drinking unknown substances is practically the first rule to being a person, yet you still managed to mess that up", Aether didn't like the direction this conversation was taking, "If you are really that incompetent, it would be irresponsible of me to let you go."

"Look, I didn't–well I – it was an accident", Aether quickly stammered in an attempt to regain control of the conversation.

Dottore picked Aether up by the back of his shirt, lifting him into the air as he curiously tilted his head.

"Oh, of course, I'm sure you accidentally downed an entire bottle of liquid, but until you become a bit less accident prone, I'm afraid I'll just have to keep you."

Aether began to panic, "You can't–"

"But I can. I feel that you are misunderstanding the situation."

"People will come looking for me, you know."

"And, who exactly did you tell you were coming here?"

Aether opened his mouth to respond, then closed it once again. He hadn't told anyone. They would've thought it was a bad idea, which he could see in hindsight. He just thought he had a chance to get his sister back. Aether hung his head.

"Hm, predictable. Well, it'll be nice to have a new lab rat that can't scurry off."

Dottore set him back onto the counter and began to pet Aether's head with his finger. It made Aether feel sick. 'No no he can't keep me here I can't stay here I need to find her–', Aether's thoughts raced as he felt a growing sting in his eyes and throat. 'Don't cry right now please don't, not in front of him'. The burning only increased as his vision started to blur. He wanted to look up in order to discourage the tears, but that would mean looking directly at the doctor. All Aether could do was look down and hope his sorry state would go unnoticed.

Dottore paused for an instant, noticing the moisture running down the boy's face. It was a pathetic sight, really. He might have felt a twinge of pity if he weren't currently relishing in this moment. The famed Traveler, who opposed the Tsrista, bested Childe and the Balladeer, as well as fighting ancient powers, was currently crying under his hand. Dottore could barely stop himself from laughing once again as it would end the moment too soon. He knew that this was likely a temporary show of weakness. The boy would probably deny it had even happened later on. The doctor wanted to make sure he was able to take this moment in completely. He reached under the traveler's chin and began to lift. Aether shoved off of his hand and backed away. Dottore huffed, grabbing Aether to hold him in place before lifting his head yet again.

And there it was. Beautiful, pitiful, tears streaked down the boy's cheeks. He wondered what they'd taste like. Though, he supposed he should offer a bit of comfort. Considering he'd be the only person the kid would see for a long time.

"Awwwww", Dottore cooed, "Is the tiny traveler terrified?"

The doctor pinched Aether's cheek the best he could. Aether made a distressed grunt as he attempted to turn his head away.

"I'm doing you a favor here, you know", Dottore leveled with Aether, "Honestly, you're always galavanting around all high and mighty. Getting into fights, challenging almost every system you come across, but I know what you really are", the doctor leaned closer, " a child, running around and playing hero when you really have no idea what you're up against."

"Hey!"

Dottore turned away to rub his temples before feeling a minute pain in one of his fingers. He glanced over to see Aether's teeth digging into his glove. He had…bit him.

"I am NOT a child!"

Dottore stared for a moment. He could feel the boy's heavy breathing and racing heart, yet he had still garnered the audacity to bite him. Through it all, one thought solidified in the doctor's mind, 'adorable'. If he hadn't been planning on keeping the traveler before, he sure was now.

"Hm", Dottore lifted up and turned toward the laboratory doors, heading for his office.

"Wait wait! Where are we going?!"

Dottore didn't bother answering. He had bigger things to worry about. Afterall, if the child was going to be staying with him, he'd need a proper setup. 'Would a cage be appropriate?'

#genshin g/t #genshin impact g/t #g/t #giant!dottore #tiny!aether #all platonic

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