#batoski

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hai tell us more about ur sexci ocs ;) :P

i have a treat for you ‘’’anon’’’ <3 

Noski watched patiently as Bato hushed the child, tucking his little head against his collar and singing a soft lullaby, surely hushed out of self consciousness as he was painfully aware of Noski’s gaze. 

Sokka’s little fingers grasped at the collar of Bato’s shirt, his chubby cheek squishing against Bato’s chest as he found a comfortable position to fall asleep, Bato bouncing him as best he could. The little boy was growing big as little boys do, and Noski had seen Kya and Hakoda growing stronger as they continued hefting him around in backpacks and papooses and in their arms. He usually averted his gaze when it was Bato’s turn. Today he made himself watch the way Bato stroked the boy’s cheek.

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*gesturing vaguely with pom poms* UNTITLED BATOSKI

YES!!!! as we all may know i have such a soft spot for early batoski... it’s the young love and noski being so charming and bato being a b*tch but then realizing.... maybe i don’t have to be........ [but then yes i do]

here is a snip for you Sir

Noski jumped when Bato suddenly dropped the basket, hissing and clutching the tip of his right index finger. It took only a moment for the deep red blood to gush over his hands. Bato furrowed his brows and stuck the pricked finger in his mouth to try and do something about it. 

Noski made a commiserating pained sound and rolled to his knees, already unwinding the wraps on his arms and reaching for Bato’s hand even as he winced and tried to stop him. 

“Let me see,” Noski said insistently, taking Bato’s wrist and coaxing his hand from his mouth, quickly wrapping it in the cloth and squeezing it tight, his other hand squeezing Bato’s knee as scarlet bloomed in the wrapping and dampened Noski’s hand.