Judar Scenarios and One Shots

Hairdresser

Summary:

anonymous asked:

Judal being fluffy with his smol daughter and s/o please! :3

Rating - 'E'

"Daddy! Daddy, please, can I brush your hair?"

Judar sighed, looking down at the tiny figure of his young daughter. He had just gotten out of the bath and was sitting on a stool in their bedroom, having already dried his hair using magic. Sadly, the mass of tangles that produced had to be brushed out by hand, and before he met his lover, he always had servants do it for him. But now, his lover was standing next to him, running a brush through a chunk of his hair delicately, as to not rip hair out of his head. He was very picky about how he wanted this done, terrified of the pain it could cause him.

"Kiddo, you know this is a job for grown ups." He reached over and ruffled his daughters hair, though instead of a smile, sadness crossed her features as her eyes began to tear. "You always say that...." She began to sniffle, reaching up to wipe her nose with the back of her hand. In her other, she gripped a large brush, the one that he hated the most. It always ripped through his hair, so he thought he had gotten rid of it, but it seemed his child had grown attached to the awful thing. "Well... because it's true?"

His daughter only began to hiccup as she tried to control her tears, flopping down to sit on the floor with the brush in her arms. She stared longingly at Judar's hair that was currently resting across the floor. "I've always wanted to brush Daddy's hair..." Another sigh left Judar's lips as he looked at his lover, not sure what to do. He hated seeing her so upset, but the thought of a child running that particular brush though his hair terrified him. His lover gave him a stern look, still running their brush through his hair. "Come on, Judar. She's been so good all day waiting for her chance to ask you."

Grumbling a bit, Judar shifted in his seat, contemplating the pros and cons of the situation. He knew this would make his daughter extremely happy, but at the cost of his suffering. He knew that's what being a parent was all about, and still he had a hard time. Growing up, he had lived a selfish life, only ever catering to himself or being pampered by others. He had grown used to caring for his lover, but being a father was on a completely different level. He struggled on caring for such an innocent life that depended on him in every way, unable to help his spoiled habits.

Still, listening to her sniffling was tugging at his heart, and he knew what he had to do. Finding a section of his hair where he hoped it would hurt the least, he sectioned it off and held it out, letting it fall into her lap. "Okay, squirt. Here's your chance to show me your skills." He watched as her eyes lit up, looking at his hair as if it were a gift from the heavens. "Really!?" She squeaked, beginning to bounce in her spot. Judar couldn't help but to chuckle, turning back forward to prepare himself. "Go for it." His daughter scrambled to her feet, grabbing onto the lock of hair.

She shifted to the side a bit, looking quizzically at her other parent, observing the way worked the brush though the hair. Judar's lover did their best not to laugh, smile stretching across their face. "Just like I'm doing. Daddy's head is real sensitive, so you have to be gentle." Judar turned a playful glare towards his lover, catching their belittling tone. "Hey, watch it." His lover nudged him gently, smile still present on their face. Judar turned his attention back to his daughter, feeling his stomach bubble with fear.

Struggling to hold the brush in her hand since it was so large, his daughter looked at the chunk of hair in her hand with intense focus. Judar watched in horror as the bristles of the brush sunk into his hair, immediately able to feel the tearing and ripping as she forced it down, right into a huge knot. Unable to help himself, Judar let out a yelp, unconsciously pulling his body away from the pain. By doing this, he pulled the chunk of hair out of his daughters hands, the brush still stuck in the large tangle. A bit shocked by his reaction, his daughter fell back onto her butt.

Before Judar could really react, crying met his ears and the pain was instantly pushed aside, looking back towards her. He immediately felt guilty as he saw her crying, knowing he had probably torn her feelings to shreds. "Hey, hey, kiddo, don't cry like that." He reached over, gently scooping her up into his arms and placing her on his lap. "You didn't do anything wrong, Daddy's just a big wuss." He used his thumbs to wipe her tears away, willing to hurt his own pride to stop her tears. His daughter hiccuped as she looked up at him. "Daddy please let me try again!"

With a sigh, Judar grabbed the chunk of hair that held the devil brush, pulling it out of the tangle. He looked up as his lover leaned over, handing the small child the brush they were using, as well as the current stand she was brushing. "Look at how bad of a job I've done! Wont you finish it for me, sweet girl?" A smile crossed the tear stained face of the child as she took the hair and brush, which was much smaller. Slowly and carefully, she began to run the brush through the hair, focusing closely on it. "I can do it!"

Judar watched as his lover walked around to the other side, grabbing onto the ruined chunk of hair and the brush from hell. They began to brush out the tangle, causing Judar to wince with every stroke. "Uh, ow?" They reached over and lightly bonked him on the head with the brush. "Be quiet and look at how good your daughter is doing." Judar gave him an irritated look as he rubbed the spot where they hit him, before looking down at his daughter. The huge smile on her face made him feel at peace, kind of wishing he had allowed her to do it sooner.

"I can make your hair pretty, Daddy!"

"Damn right. You're my little hairdresser."