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── .✦ MICHAEL KAISER: rat tail .ᐟ

(a/n: i ligit want to fart in you so bad💨💨 we don’t talk abt how i wrote this ppl won’t stop peaking at my phone i am DYING)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ IN WHICH, you braid his hair .

⊹ fluff, drabble, lucian is poopoo ᝰ kaiser x gn! reader

── "LET ME braid your hair." you find kaiser sitting down on a couch while reading a book. he doesn’t mind you braiding his hair since, you see, he thinks nothing of it—not until you pull his two long strands, which causes him to clench his teeth and pull his head back. "why are you being so aggressive?!"

"micha, ness did a horrible job cutting your hair." you clear your throat and tug on the two long strands again.

he yelps, pulling his head away from you. "are you trying to rip it out?!"

yeah, you’re sick of it, but you lie instead. "no! of course not! come sit back down.”

he pushes his glasses up before sitting down again. he feels your hands grab his strands of hair again. "don’t," he warns.

you sheepishly grin and decide to gently work with his hair, twisting and tugging it into a braid. "okay, done!"

he checks it out before returning his focus to his book. "that almost cost me my life. i saw the gates of heaven whenever you pulled my hai—"

you pull his hair again.

── .✦ MICHAEL KAISER: rat tail .ᐟ

(a/n: i ligit want to fart in you so bad💨💨 we don’t talk abt how i wrote this ppl won’t stop peaking at my phone i am DYING)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ IN WHICH, you braid his hair .

⊹ fluff, drabble, lucian is poopoo ᝰ kaiser x gn! reader

── "LET ME braid your hair." you find kaiser sitting down on a couch while reading a book. he doesn’t mind you braiding his hair since, you see, he thinks nothing of it—not until you pull his two long strands, which causes him to clench his teeth and pull his head back. "why are you being so aggressive?!"

"micha, ness did a horrible job cutting your hair." you clear your throat and tug on the two long strands again.

he yelps, pulling his head away from you. "are you trying to rip it out?!"

yeah, you’re sick of it, but you lie instead. "no! of course not! come sit back down.”

he pushes his glasses up before sitting down again. he feels your hands grab his strands of hair again. "don’t," he warns.

you sheepishly grin and decide to gently work with his hair, twisting and tugging it into a braid. "okay, done!"

he checks it out before returning his focus to his book. "that almost cost me my life. i saw the gates of heaven whenever you pulled my hai—"

you pull his hair again.