#bro fluff

Another one?!

Bro Santa ft. Pregnant!reader

A/N: wasn’t 100% sure how to go about this ask but felt easier to put it in headcanon form but if you want a fic anon PLEASE!! request one sugar!

BEWARE OF:tooth rotting fluff…pretty much no warnings other than not proofread.

We all know Bro has experience with children thats for certain: Taking care of Dear almost as if Dear was his child! Once Bro found out/heard from you that you were pregnant he was thrilled! Bro did have worries about what Dear would think and or act with a newborn around.

He began to do smaller things for you: opening doors and fetching things for you.

Getting your favorite things from the store and sometimes questioning the weird request but- he gets them anyways!

Bro WILL worry about you while off on missions. He might bring you back a trinket just because he feels sorry that he felt you alone for an extended period of time:(!

Bro tries to spend all his off time with you and Dear and of course after a while sitting Dear and Guita down for a chat about the new addition.

The talk down went better than expected: Dear being indifferent and Guita being almost if not as excited as you guys are.

Dear will change his opinion when the baby is born(Dear possibly becomes protective for the baby but who knows.)

Once the newborn has finally arrived Bro tries to help out as much as possible for the first few weeks, changing diapers, feeding, etc.

After the first few weeks of the baby being born he tends to be a bit more laid back

Dear undoubtedly chooses to Protect the baby as much as possible: Giving glares to people who hold the baby for too long!

Guita asks all sorts of questions! “How long do you have to feed the baby?” “They can’t stand on their own?!”

Bro wouldn’t change this new addition for anything even though it’d definitely make things for him as a cleaner a little harder, He’s just glad to see you happy.

Nightmare

Summary:

A scary night for a little boy who had a nightmare. Thankfully, he's got his brother to go to.

Notes:

For a bit of clarification, Chris is around 6-7 while Martin is around 9-10 in this fic. Enjoy!

"AH!"

A little boy flung up in bed, tears threatening to escape his eyes.

His entire body was trembling, his eyes wandering around his somber room in a disoriented way. He was breathing rapidly, tears now rolling down his little face. His bed was lit up by strings of moonlight bursting through his slightly open window, a light night breeze sneaking into the room and making the child shiver as he pulled his wolf plushie closer to his chest.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He pushed his blanket away before throwing his little feet onto the ground. Soon, he found himself dragging his short legs through a dark hallway, the shadows dancing in the corners scaring him even more than he already was.

With a lump in his throat, he reached for his parents' door, and with a shaky hand, he almost knocked... but couldn't bring himself to do it. He hated the thought of waking up his parents in the middle of the night. He stared at the door for the longest time, slowly turning to scan the rest of the hallway. He carefully marches on, arriving at another door.

He reaches his little hand one more time, swallowing hard before giving the door a little push. The moonlight shining through the window lit up half the room. He could see his older brother peacefully sleeping, which made him hesitant for a while. He just stood there, frozen in place as a new set of tears was building up in his eyes.

"M-Martin?" he called out with a hushed, quivering voice.

The older boy groaned as he opened his eyes, seeing a little figure standing by the door. He blinked for a few seconds before sitting up in bed.

"Chris?" He rubbed his face before getting a better look at his brother.

His eyes widened when he realized there were tears running down his little brother's face.

Sniff. Sniff.

The child in green looked at him longingly, still clutching his stuffed toy to his chest.

The look of surprise on the older boy's face turned into one of comfort.

"Chris..." Martin reached a hand, encouraging him to get closer.

Not being able to hold back any longer, Chris makes a run for it. He jumps on the bed and into his brother's arms, sobbing into his shoulder.

The older Kratt tenderly wrapped his arms around his frail body, rubbing his back in the most gentle way.

He then looked down at his tear-stained face with a frown. "Nightmare?"

Chris nodded weakly, a few hiccups escaping him. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake mom and dad," the little Kratt managed with a few sniffles.

Martin sighed. He wiped his tears as he smiled warmly.

"Shh, that's okay," he said reassuringly, rubbing his brother's hair affectionately. "You can sleep with me."

After one more sniff, Chris' face seemed to lit up. "Really?"

"Sure," Martin yawned as he tucked Chris in, making sure he still had his plushie.

He then pulled his cover over them both, Chris scooting a little closer as his brother's warmth made him feel much safer than before.

"What were you dreaming about?"

The question caught Chris off guard.

"I-I was in a forest all alone, and- and it was dark and scary," he started, Martin listening closely. "A-And there was this really big wolf that came out of nowhere," his little voice cracked. "And he j-jumped on me, and almost ate me!" He was so close to bursting into tears again.

"Oh, no. That sounds horrible!" Martin ruffled his brother's hair. "I'm sorry you got so scared. But don't worry, it was just a dream. You're okay now," he tried to cheer him up.

Chris' eyes went down at his plushie. "What if Silver tries to attack me, too?" he asked with a small voice.

"Silver would never do that! He's a good boy!" Martin patted his little brother's wolf-like plushie, earning a small, wet giggle from Chris.

"You're right," he finally said. "Thanks, bro." He yawned before getting comfortable, both brothers ready to fall asleep.

With his older brother's arm wrapped around him, Chris felt at peace. All the terrors from before are just a bad memory, now.

He sighed, a peaceful smile on his little face.

"Goodnight, Martin," he muttered as he slowly drifted to sleep.

Martin opened one eye, and couldn't help but smile at his sleeping brother.

"Goodnight, Chris."

Notes:

So, I am trying to get back into writing for Zach and Violet, in particular I’m trying to get back into writing my big story with them, Wild Violets. Before I proceed any further, I am trying to figure out if including a few things in the story are acceptable, or if they would just be weird.

The first thing concerns the relationship with Zach and his twin brother Zeb. Zach and Zeb were very close as children, and I imagine them sharing the same bed together at times, platonically of course, throughout their childhood/ until Zeb’s death (around age 10-11).

They do this as a source of comfort when they are scared/sick/lonely. As they grow older it becomes less frequent, but when Zeb’s cancer takes a turn for the worse, Zach will creep into his bed at the hospital/home, and they will talk/take comfort in one another’s presence. So, it’s essentially platonic bro fluff between them.

So, my first question for you all….

I just imagine it is something like this:

Please let me know what you think! Thank you! The next question is like this one, and it’s linked below!

closed with @roadriderhunterdestinedtokillgod

There was a definite change in Sora once Roxas managed to convince him that he wasn’t perfectly fine just because he hadn’t been the one sick before the surgery. He’d been so worried about Roxas that he hadn’t properly taken care of himself, and while Roxas could have called him an idiot he didn’t. Sora wasn’t an idiot in the sense that he was stubborn and self destructive. He was just oblivious that he had his own needs sometimes, and usually that was worse when someone he cared about needed something. But, for once Roxas managed to convince him that he was fine, and to focus on himself for once. Which meant that Sora was allowing himself to wander around the house with a blanket over his shoulders and looking like he wanted to sleep for a week. Which was fine with Roxas. So, after lunch when Roxas was going to settle down to play some games he tugged Sora over to sit with him and just relax for once. Which also meant that after almost an hour of playing a somewhat calming game Sora was flopped over on the plush chair sleeping away. Roxas didn’t mind it at all, and was just glad Sora was getting some well deserved rest for once. Not that he minded his brother being a bouncing ray of sunshine all the time, but he was good to have around this way too.

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Also known as “when your brother actually admits he needs rest too”

sequel ish to this one