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tiens-letters · 2 years

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When spring ends, wake me up just like what you would've done all these past years.

When spring ends, kiss me like its the last.

When spring ends and gives way to summer, leave me like always.

When spring ends, may we not meet again.

Diluc Ragnvindr (angst)

Female reader

Leaves drift and fall, it parts ways with its branches yet it is never the final farewell for them. For once a leaf touches the ground, it begins to dry and wilt like all the others and thus returns to soil as nourishment for the tree.

You stare out from within the study of the mansion, the workers busy with the last production of grapes as winter begins to draw closer to Mondstadt. Cooped up with nothing but books and unfinished paper work of the winery, you draw your cardigan closer to compensate for the lack of warmth the room holds. The burning wood in the fireplace has long gone out and so did the steam from your coffee that was made this morning. You never bothered to replace them, thoughts more weighing than such tasks. The clock in corner of the room chimed, indicating the coming of supper yet the harrowing sounds of the pendulum was hypnotizing more so than than the idea of an empty dinner table.

He was busy. You couldn’t blame him for it. His time was precious. It was not his fault for being absent most of the time four years after your happy marriage. It was for the future of the winery and for the both of you. You worry for him.

But you cant help to worry about yourself. The dark under-eyes and fatigued body from days of overworking and waiting for his arrival at night. His presence, which seems to be fading as you go to bed alone and wake up to a messy yet cold sheets in the morning. You know of the things he does after-work and wished you could help him but he refused to let you tag along in case of getting hurt, so then you stayed at home and worried yourself to death. Sometimes it could be small bruise and sometimes, it could be wound to the side. One day, it might be his corpse that arrives at your doorstep.

Faint knocking comes from the door as you tear your eyes away from the documents in your hand. The maids knew you didn’t want to be disturbed when you’re in the study. You sigh and walk over to the door. There stood Moco, a worried look on her face.

“What is it?”

“Madame, its been an half an hour since dinner was served. You should come down and eat.” She timidly says.

“I have no appetite.” Its true, these days you found yourself disliking the idea of food or even consuming any, especially at this time of the day. “You and the others may enjoy dinner by yourselves.”

“But Madame!” Moco retaliates, concern lacing her tone “Everyone is worried that you aren’t eating properly.”

Perhaps you were too engrossed in your thoughts and paper works that you never considered nor payed attention to their worries regarding you. Now that you’ve seen it with open eyes, you felt regretful for not spending time with them as they’ve helped you settle down in this nation and became your friends and subordinates.

“Ah.. It seems Ive crossed the line.” you sigh “I will be joining you all.”

Moco erupts in a fit of joy as she clasps your hand and brings you along like a giddy child. By the time you reach the dining table, you are welcomed by all of the staff. Warmth hit you like a refreshing wave, drenching you in a feeling long forgotten. You wonder then where was this when it was just with Diluc.

And as if they knew what you were feeling but never seemed to voice it out. They comforted you in ways like a family would. Slowly filling up that empty hole in your heart from your own husband’s doings. Small and joyous chatter about everyones day and the clinking of silverware against porcelain resonated throughout the hall. The meal was great, courtesy to adelinde cooking it, one that your tongue is familiar with. A specialty of your husband. Funny how he isn’t even here.

….

You couldn’t sleep at all. No matter how many pages you flip through from the current book you have on your lap or the second mug of sweet milk, nothing, not even the sheeps who were now gone from their pens. Thus you lay under the dim glow of the lantern, alone with your thoughts that seemed to be the other reason that keeps you up, the first reason being that your concern for your husband who still hasn’t returned from his work.

An antsy feeling creeping up your arms then flowing right into your body. Something seemed wrong, like a pull it urged you to leave from the warmth of your bed and into the dimly lit lobby of the house, all maids having gone home or deep in slumber of the cold night.

“Madame.” you still, hand hovering over the door knob. “Where are you going?”

Elzer stood behind you, a coffee mug in his hand, seemingly to have been on a small break from the rushing a few documents here and there.

“I am only going to check on the tavern.”

“This late? Madame its dangerous to go outside at this time of night.” He reasons out, setting his mug down in order to guide you away from the door

“Elzer, perhaps you have forgotten who I am.” you retort, keeping a hushed voice as to not wake the Adelinde

“No I have not Madame. Just like the others, I too am concerned for your well-being.”

“Im just worried about Diluc.” you sigh, pulling the cardigan closer to you “Ill be quick Elzer.”

“Madame..”

“Please.”

Elzer finally gives in and opens the door for you. A little bit of hesitation pulling him back from not letting you go for fear of what might happen.

“Be careful.” is what he could say as he let you go

“Thank you.”

The minutes you estimated to get to the tavern flew by fast without you noticing. Perhaps it was from the worry you had for your husband that had your legs moving faster towards the destination or maybe just the pulling feeling that seemed to grow stronger the moment you reached the door of the tavern. The bustling sounds of the patrons and the amusing serenades of the bards inside washed over you as you stepped through the doorway, eyes searching for a specific hair color in the midst of the crowd only to be met by the same mundane colors. There was no sun during dawn within the sea of earthen colors.

“Madame?” a familiar voice from the counter perks up, rather surprised to see you standing there

“Charles!” You gasp in relief finally seeing a friendly face in the blurry crowd. “Have you seen Diluc?”

“Ah, m’lord must be out back getting ready to get home.” Charles smiles at you as he serves one of the drinks

“Thank you.”

You find him exactly where Charles directed you to albeit not alone. There was someone with him, slender arms around his neck and hands tangled in his hair. So that was the nagging feeling all along, as if your gut wanted you to be right with a wrong situation. He seemed lost in her ways as she led her lips to his and you stood there, a ghostly warmth upon your skin like when he used to caress you whenever he sees you. Slowly that feeling faded, you didn’t chase nor crave it as it only left you with a bitter taste and an knife to your chest.

You wanted to throw up at the thought of you wishing to be in her place, rightful as it is you didn’t know anymore. He loved you right? And yet why? Why did seem like you were simply a past time of his and the woman before him was his true love.

It is quite funny, the feeling of betrayal can give you, it makes you vulnerable and your mind in disarray as every insecurity and negative thought you begin to take in like a black-hole. And so you turned and left, legs leading you down towards the river, you waded in, letting the water creep up your being like a comforting friend, drenching you through and through until it embraced you completely.

“Madame!” Adelinde rushed out from the mansion immediately upon seeing your figure in the pathway leading up to the building. She gasps as soon as she saw how drenched you were, hair sticking to your face and yet you seemed unfazed from the cold with hands around your tummy. A shawl is quickly draped over your body as you were ushered inside by Adelinde and Elzer, who just came out.

“Where’s the master?” Elzer asks you while helping you sit down near the fireplace

“I must’ve missed him on the way here.” you manage a wry chuckle. Adelinde having gone to draw you a bath, you focus on the warmth of the fire, though it didn’t seem to reach you

“Madame, you should be careful.” sighs Elzer “Travelling by water wont do you well in that state.”

“I thought Diluc was home so I used it.”

“Please promise me you won’t do that for now Madame. We’re all worried about you.”

“The bath is ready.” Adelinde emerges from the balcony, Elzer helps you once again and escorts you upstairs where Adelinde is waiting.

“Thank you.” you nod at both of them, grateful to have people like them at your side. Elzer left to continue a few remaining papers as Adelinde still gave you a skeptical look

“You should rest now Addie. Ill be fine.”

Shame that you were gone the next day with only your wedding ring atop your pillow and no luggage. Nobody noticed that you turned towards the river once again just when dawn was coming and let it take you back to your home far beyond the mountains.

…

Diluc walked home, the crisp morning air sharp against his lungs. It was truly getting colder, winter just by his doorstep. He wishes he were home faster, warm beside the hearth with nothing but a warm drink in hand and peace of the weekend.

He wonders if you were still in the study, holed up with the rest of the documents he nor Elzer could finish. Perhaps by the window gazing out into the winery, awaiting him like you do every day when he leaves for work. Or maybe still sound asleep in your shared bed, covers drawn to your body that made you look small from view.

He walks up the steps and into the patio,

“Master Diluc!” Moco who came from the side of the mansion saw him

“What is it?” he asks her, noting her haggard appearance, her outfit seemed hurriedly put on and her hair, untamed.

“The Madame! Oh archons…” she cries unable to bring out the rest of her words. Diluc takes the initiative to usher the trembling girl inside, only the be met by two other people inside the Mansion who seem to be in a frenzy of words

“What’s going on here?”

“Master! You finally arrived.” Elzer gasps in relief,

Diluc confused as to why the house was in uproar. Had there been a break in? A problem in the documents? Or had you fallen ill? He did not know.

“We could not find the Madame.”

“What do you mean you could not find her?”

“When I was about to wake her up this morning for breakfast, she was not in the bedroom. I tried checking the study as well and the rest of the rooms but she was nowhere to be found.” Adelinde states, her hands begin fiddling with each other, a mannerism she does whenever she’s extremely worried.

“Did you not see her last night at all?” Elzer questions the wine tycoon who stood before them

“No…” Diluc grew worried

“She went looking for you when you didn’t come home and with no luck. So she came back home, drenched from travelling by water. Last night was the last we’ve seen her.” concerned gazes were set on Diluc as if demanding an answer from him, which he didn’t have.

“T-this was the only thing we found of hers,” Adelinde hands him over the twin symbol of the band around his finger, albeit smaller for it was fitted over slimmer digit than his “Nothing else was taken, as if she were simply gone.”

The crimson haired man stared at the ring upon his palm, he envisioned it burning a hole into his flesh the more he looked at it. Something weighted within, heavy and suffocating.

“What time did she leave to find me?”

“Midnight.” He stumbled for a bit, eyes wide-blown in utter shock. All the voices were drowned out as he helped himself up the stairs and into the bedroom where you slept, or did your head really touch the pillow before leaving?

The color in his face has left him and so did the energy in his body. So he sat on the bedroom floor, the muddy, dirty feeling creeping up his neck and strangling him. Like a noose around his neck, he gagged at the wretched feeling all the while the rush of memories from last night with a woman he did not even know the name of came flooding in like a merciless river. He let her kiss him, touch him, things only you, his wife is entitled to.

His feet carries him into the bathroom, hands immediately working to remove his upper clothing, once it was shed, he began to scrub himself as if ridden with muck and grime. He scrubs and scrubs and scrubs until his pale skin turned red from the abuse. It wasn’t enough to get rid of last night’s conscious mistake.

oh archons… just what has he done.

How could he have let such a thing happen? Was it the frustration from work? The loneliness from being apart? His other role? All the problems seemed to trickle down and drown him.

And he simply, so pathetically let it happen.

A sinner looked at him through the foggy mirror.

Winter came and began to make its home, not bothering to knock or introduce itself. The days will become longer now and he, alone, frozen in the lake of regret and disgust for himself.

He tries to think of any way, anything that can absolve what happened, he ponders and ponders all the while standing amid mess of his thoughts yet nothing could his mind offer to bring him closer to salvation. He so wanted to find you right then and there but after that? If he does then what? What explanation can he possibly offer to you? What can he say to fix your shattered heart, a result from his foolish mistake.

Pathetic little phoenix, burning himself with a flame he himself conjured up.

…

The passing of days, turned into a month and then three, where white covered all in its unforgiving softness. You find yourself by your favorite spot, plush pillows on the window seat overlooking the vast lake in front, warm cocoa in hand and bundled up in the coziest clothes you have. The peace of things as of now has made it easier for you to deal with your thoughts and emotions, the memory of his infidelity, his neglect towards you, all of it dancing at the palm of your hand.

What about the rest? The people you left behind? How did they take it? And what…

What about him?

You shut your eyes, willing yourself not to remember his face from that night, instead you let yourself remember who he was before the mistakes. A quiet, serious man who didn’t seem to stop and care about others and yet it was simply a facade to bury who he truly was. Though clumsy, he learned a thing or two about an emotion he thought was lost in the storm of his anger. He was awkwardly sweet during your younger days, to think that the current Master of the wine dynasty managed to fall so deep in love with someone from a neighboring nation.

You were one of Fontaine’s diplomats at that time, with an eye for curiosity and knowledge, you wanted to know about how they brew their wines in Mond. Expecting to meet the Master on a mundane day at the winery was impossible for he had other tasks to do somewhere else regarding the shipment. However, fate always had a way for things that are meant to be, it was one final stroll through the streets of Mondstadt at night that you met him, well stumbled into each other at one of the private spots in the city, he was injured, though not life-threatening as he claimed it to be. You nursed his wound then and there after a small scuffle initiated by the stubborn man.

You smile to yourself at how surprised he was that day. Eyes like rubies, gazed at you through the mask as if he were a little bird in a cage. If only time could turn back to the way things were before he started to get busy, maybe then things wouldn’t have taken a turn for the worse.

‘I missed who you were before the world turned to ashes and yet I could feel your touch just like yesterday we held each other beneath the dying light of the sun. The hymns from the violin at dawn when you couldn’t think of anything but blame on your self for sins that were never yours.

I miss you. My dear, my love, where have you gone…’

Shaky hands let the quill fall, you could not continue to write no longer as the heartbreak, still fresh on your mind, the testament drying on the parchment before you. It was as if your heart was being laid out once again and stabbed over and over by you, yourself.

You shake your head, you had to or it would end up creating a bigger rift in both of your hearts.

A fresh parchment, a brief letter and ink stained fingers, only then did you manage to finish it.

…

‘divorce..’ he hoped it was joke, just a cruel joke from you who he has not seen for three months, but the parchment he held tightly in his hand proved otherwise. It was truly your handwriting, pristine and neat, not even a smudge of ink was seen, it was as if you knew what to write . He trembles as the words overlaps over and over in his head, breath coming out in short gasps as an incoming torrent of emotions dawns upon him. One trickle and then two until a river of water crystals fell from his tired eyes. Hiccups rise from his throat as he tries to stifle them, for fear that they would hear him again. Just like the past days wherein he would just break and shed tears because of his mistake, he did not want them to witness his vulnerability once again. He did not want their pity nor their concern for this was a sin he brought upon himself. They did not deserve any of which that he is showing towards the inanimate, the walls, the books, the table, the chairs and the rest of what was in the cold room with him. They were his company at this point, no one else knew exactly why you left or why the master was rarely seen around and outside the mansion.

Spots begin to dance in his vision as fatigue began to settle in his bones, from days of not having eaten properly to the nights where he could not sleep and only played the violin until his fingers bled and shook from the abuse. Distractions were all he had and they were running thin, soon he occupied himself with day dreaming, fantasizing about how things would’ve been if he were more attentive, loving like he was before, less workaholic and had come home in time to have dinner with you, maybe then such a night where the final straw wouldnt have broken the camel’s back then he would still wake up with you beside him.

He tries so hard to fight against the drowsiness, and as always, fails for his body could not bear anymore time awake. Maybe it was mercy that he was being spared at the moment because if his eyes were open a little longer then his heart would have completely shattered and maybe, it was cruelty that his body has shutdown, hoping not to wake up for a long time.

He preferred the former.

Why? He wanted himself to be reminded in every moment, every second, every hour of the day that it was his foolish fault, which could never reverse to correct. What’s done is done and he had to swallow such a truth down his clogged throat. He let himself choke on that feeling as punishment and yet he still wished, though it was a small flame, he still kept it alight amid the howling storm, that maybe you would come back and speak to him or maybe, at least a small glimpse of you would be enough to satiate his rapidly growing loneliness.

“ ..forgive me.” with a tear stricken face, he unceremoniously lays his head upon the carpeted floor, your letter still enclosed by his bloody bandaged fingers.

…

A few companions were enough for you to last through the winter when all else is freezing, their warmth sufficient enough to not let your heart fall into despair once again. You sat by the hearth, bundled up in a quilt as you listened to your elated elder brother who had just come home from his work at the capital. He spoke about boundless ideas of trade and then suddenly jumping to the meaning of every artwork he has ever come across in his journeys, some he would bring home to his ever growing collection. In a room full of historical past and vivid stories of inspiration, passion and reality, you slowly built yourself from the ruins of heartbreak. Though not every time you make it to the next step, you still manage and you were proud of it.

A small knock comes from the door cutting off your conversation.

“At this time of the night?”

“I’m not expecting anyone right now.” your brother looks at the door with annoyance

“Neither am I.” you stand with the support from his outstretched arm and approach the door

There was only one other person who is in possession of the house keys and to have come this far into the home.

“Alberich.” your brother rolls his eyes upon seeing the man who made himself at home again, he lost count for how long this man has been going in and out of the house for many years now.

“Still calling me that even when we’ve known each other for years.” Kaeya chuckles “You wound me.”

“Oh I would very much like to do so.” the older male glares at him

You simply shake your head at their banter and walk back to the couch to enjoy the short entertainment. It wasn’t always this lively and you were thankful Kaeya came to visit.

“What brings you here this early Kae?” you ask the male, setting down your teacup on the table

“I came to visit that’s all.” he replies but kept looking around, thumbs twiddling unconsciously atop his lap

“Liar.” scoffs your brother “You twiddle your thumbs when you’re withholding information.”

He did have that kind of habit though only in front of those he is close with, to the rest, he can easily lie like it was drinking wine.

“And here I thought I can prolong it as possible,” sighs the dark haired man

“Its fine Kae.” you tell him but part of you dreads what he might say

“Adelinde came to me the other day, she told me how things were back in uhh, that place, she told me about him..” Kaeya starts, “ and I hate to admit it, but he is not doing well after you left. I have not even seen him step foot out of the mansion. She begged me you know… to ask you for one last favor as her Lady and friend. To see him at least once more before separating completely.”

“Hah! I bet he told her to do that.” your brother had his own thoughts towards Diluc, this much was only the beginning of voicing finally them out. His seen the times you were happy with him but the ache in the recent year was the fuel to the regret of letting you marry such a man. What could he even do anyway when you loved him so, instead, he put his trust, albeit unwillingly towards the man.

‘ Make her happy ‘ he wanted to strangle his past self for saying that on the day the man knelt and slipped a ring on your finger.

He looks at you now, his beloved sister, whom he took care of when your parents were extremely busy, kept her happy as possible while in the middle of maintaining the household and its related businesses. If he can do all those things while caring for you then why? Why cant Diluc be the same as he expected for someone you are to be betrothed to.

“But its Addie,” your small voice makes it past your lips “She does not lie about things like that. He.. he must be truly in suffering to have her in a situation where she begs.”

“Tell me this sister, if he is truly suffering as that woman says then does he not deserve every second of it? Does he not deserve to wallow in grief and regret? Im sure Alberich agrees with me too.”

You knew your brother is right. He took the words that have been in the deepest part of your mind, brought them out into the world and it scared you how true it is. That such a sin could deal eternity’s consequences. He truly did deserve what he did to you.

“But,” why did your tongue want to argue against your mind. It is only right to have him feel the gravity of it.

“Please don’t tell me you still want to see him.” the man you who mirrors your looks holds your hands in his, in a way he wants you to reconsider your plans of going. He knows you very well, that older brother of yours.

“You are way too kind.”

Even as kids, you were too kind to those who are hurt, even when they’ve hurt you, because you would argue there was always a heavier reason behind their actions. Nikolaj, always had to be there to remind you that your tolerance would get you hurt one day. And this moment only proves it. But that little child grew up into a fine young woman, who’s kindness was chipped away by neglect and agony towards feelings that still tormented her of the man whom she vowed to stand beside to. She saw how right Nikolaj was.

“When spring comes,” you shakily sigh, seeking comfort in your brother’s warmth “I will go and see him and end it there once and for all.”

“Alright, you may do that.” he nods yet still skeptical about how things may turn out “We will leave in three days. Now get some rest.”

After escorting you to your room and bidding you good night, the men head down once again to the library.

“Don’t you have work to do?”

“My sister matters more and I’d like a chance to wring that bastard’s neck and burn his corpse and his house altogether.”

“That’s rather dark, Nik.” snickers Kaeya as he pours himself a glass of wine

“Would you rather stand in his place then?” the older man glares at the cavalry captain

“I would love to continue drinking for the rest of my life, thank you very much.”

“Thought so.”

…

You did not think you’d be back this early, when eternity was what you wanted to be away from both the painful and happy memories. They were all in the past and you being in Mondstadt right is a sign to the end of things. Of letting go of the things you used to cherish, the people, the sights, the little trinkets down the market. It is being free from shackles you did not think had already bound you during the days of neglect and the cold nights of you falling asleep alone without the embrace of the other.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” your concerned brother escorted you through the steps with Kaeya flanking your other side. They insisted in seeing the whole ordeal themselves beside you and maybe chance a hit at the man who made you cry.

“We can still turn around if you want to.”

“Nik, were already here.” part of you wanted to tell him you want to go back and the other part argues for you to stand your ground and enter the Phoenix’s next.

“I just wanted to ask.” he sighs

Adelinde came rushing out at once and met you half-way, engulfing you in a hug. It felt like one that friends would share after being separated by the weekend. But she knows, oh she knows how things will be once you’ve stepped foot inside the mansion. She made sure to let the girls have a week off as to not add more pressure to the situation. Only her and Elzer remained beside the young master who was cooped up in his room.

“We missed you my lady!” Adelinde exclaims in relief as she steps away “Please do come in, you must be tired.”

“Adie, please address me comfortably starting from today.” you tell her, soft smile painted on your lips

“Of course…” she saw you were ready to let him go, that tranquil smile of yours was more than enough for her to be reassured that you will be alright. She escorted you inside, part of her praying that things will go right so that no one will be hurt further than they have already been.

“I’ll go with you.”

“I will be alright brother.”

So this was it, this is where you cut ties with him. To forget the memories that kept you awake at night locked away into the very far and abandoned room of your memory palace. To truly let go of the thread that you have been holding onto, to not foolishly ask for change.

But if the man you once loved, that when you turn the knob and push open the door, step inside and find him, whom you wished to be home, wished to look at you the same way, to hold you, to find his lips on your again in a soft, longing dance of lovers torn apart. What then? What will you do?

That is what your heart keeps asking, what if’s on the side that you wanted to see.

Your knuckles softy landing three knocks on the door, as the other hand turns the key which Adelinde has given you prior to ascending the stairs. Stating that the master always keeps the room locked, whether he is inside or working outside which rarely happens now.

“Diluc, its me.” you call out softly as you enter into the room.

It was quite the mess, as if someone had left the windows open and let the wind have its way with the things within. Papers were strewn about, some being more important than the rest, a few books opened, some facing down were around the room, and what shocks you more was not the furnitures untidy or the curtains drawn, it was the broken violin on the floor, whose strings were snapped in half and body shattered along with its bow.

He loved keeping things neat and in order, more so, playing the violin.

He was passionate about playing, even when he does not show it at times, you would catch him playing in his study on nights where he thinks you were in deep sleep, but when he would play in front of you. Oh it was like heaven, the compositions were all dedicated to you, his love, his wife.

Seeing the violin his father gifted him was also seeing him lose his fervor and somehow discarding his memory of the late master.

The man in question lay in bed, unmoving and his back turned to you. His crimson messy hair splayed out behind it, reminding you of lava from Natlan’s many volcanoes. Your body moves itself, not wanting to wait another second. The mattress beside him sinks with your weight, he doesn’t move nor stir from his slumber. You took notice of his fingers, bloody and bandaged as if no one bothered to clean or at least change the bandage, taking it upon yourself to clean and change. He played until they bled, and played and played again until his hands gave up on him. Perhaps it was then that he was frustrated that he could not let out anymore of his agony that he destroyed it.

You almost forgot how his hands fit your perfectly, until your gaze finds his tired eyes, they looked terrifyingly empty.

“Diluc?” you pray your voice would be steady throughout the talk

“Are you truly here?” yet his eyes remained the same. Defeated. It seemed like he was accepting it, reality or not, as long as he can see you

“I am.” you wouldn’t dare ask how he is doing, as the evidence is apparent by the looks of his degraded physique and the state of the room

“I pray to celestia above that I may never wake up from this dream…” At least then he can properly apologize for all the short comings he has committed.

A sharp pang of pity strikes your heart upon hearing his words, he was still walking in a dream.

Awake but not himself. Just how far has he gone into his mind that he is now a shell who cannot distinguish reality from fantasy.

“It is not a dream Diluc.” you tell him, hands gingerly moving stray strand of unruly hair away from his face “I am here as much as you are before me.”

“Then the letter…” right, there was your letter from a month ago “It’s true?”

“I’m afraid so.”

‘ah, so it has truly has come to this point.’ Diluc still wishfully prayed that it wasn’t true, even in the end he wanted things to be as they are but it has already went past the tipping point of the scales. It is where salvation was out of reach, out of question, where there is nothing but suffering at the end of the line.

He reaches out to you, scarred calloused hands on your much delicate ones, a gentle but shaky grip, you forgot how it felt like, that skin upon yours. If only he did this back then, maybe you would have reconsidered. But all is for naught now. You had to swallow down any pity there is, numb yourself of any compassion for this man, and cease to love him only for this moment.

“I’m so sorry darling. I’m sorry. I truly am.” darling, its meaning already lost in the storm, he weeps into your palms, fingers catching salty warm beads of regret as you simply stared ahead, you let him cry whatever tears there is left in him, his mouth repeating the same words over and over again until his voice gave up on him too, a result from the days he confessed his sins to the moon and stars above, praying that he may be pardoned and have you come back to him.

You tried your best not to let slip a few tears, but his sorrow reached you as well and you began to let them fall down your cheek as you stayed in that position until it became silent, with only a few sniffles here and there. It was like back then, where he mourned his father’s death, only that things were different, he was mourning someone alive, someone he loved with all his heart, someone he neglected, someone he betrayed, and still love. He mourned someone who is now leaving him, never to return nor to see him. His heart was torn to pieces and never had he imagined it would hurt to this degree, is only he was a better husband, a better man, someone his father would be proud of but now? It was a truly pathetic sight.

“Are you alright now?” what a foolish question, none of which at the moment is fine

“How can I be? Now that I would not see you anymore for the rest of my life.” Diluc replies, hoarse voice passing through his chapped lips “You are to leave me and I could not do anything about it, I could only watch as you return to your homeland, miles away from me. But if there is a chance of me being able to offer you what I have left, will you take it?”

“Even if we try again, all we would see will be reflected back to us are the mistakes of the past. No matter how much we cover it up, we will always be reminded of what we lack as human beings. You see Diluc, we’ve passed that point already, from the time I waited for you at the dinner table, I could not confront you as you were missing from me, and then to your neglect,” You drawn in a shaky breath as you look away from him “and that night… I didn’t know my heart would break that further. I could not even pick up the pieces of myself within the months we are not together.”

That was how much he hurt you, Diluc had no more tears left to cry, he could only stare, to helplessly look at the person he cherished turn to ash because of his scorching flames. You didn’t look at him and he wished you would, maybe to just show him more of what torment he deserved when he sees your face. He thumbs the ring on his finger that seemed to dig into his skin, he remembers taking it off one time during work and forgot to put it back, and when you left on the same night he broke you, he put it on, clinging to it as he himself, tore his heart out as well.

A mark of where your wedding ring once sat stayed on your bare hands, he wanted to slip your ring unto them again like he did before but it was only a stupid wish.

You wait for him to speak, to say something in retaliation but only silence greeted you. Shaking your head, you stand up, taking your time to reach the door, as if you were giving him time to call out to you and when he did not, you opened the door

“Please sign the papers, Mr. Ragnvindr.”

...

Nikolaj was already waiting for you at the bottom of the staircase, his hand outstretched to meet yours as he helped you towards the couch. He kneels before you, the kind and concern gaze affixed on your own solemn ones.

“Will he sign it?” he asks you, fingers running over the back of your hand, a habit he still kept from your childhood days. You shook your head in response, which made him stop in his ministrations “I see. So he wants the hard way.”

“Brother please, give him a bit more time.” you sigh, it was your turn to run your fingers over the back of his hand,

“Time? How much more time do we need to wait for you to be free from this foolish marriage sister? He does not deserve the luxury of time, if he wont sign it, I’ll make him do so.” your brother was already furious but for your sake, he tries to stop himself from marching up to the second floor and drag the man inside to sign the papers with force.

“ I don’t think you’d have to waste your energy going up there, Nik.” Kaeya’s airy voice chimes in, his eyes directed to the stairs where the man in question stood, his hand holding onto the railing to support his body.

Your brother turns and in a few seconds his hands were around the man’s collar. Face a few inches away from the other.

“So you finally decided to show yourself you bastard.” sneers your brother at the man whose eyes were downcast towards the floor, he did not fight it and let the other man scream bloody murder into his face.

All the profanities, he’ll take it.

The insults, he’ll endure.

Even if it wounds him even further, he’ll have to swallow how will to fight back.

A hit or two would be alright as well.

He deserved it anyway.

“I’m sorry…” is what comes out of his mouth, angering your brother even further who is now being held back by you, Kaeya not wanting to help because he too wanted Diluc to know how much he is losing right now

“Is that all you can say?!” you try your best to hold him back from lunging at your husband again “After all that you did, you only say a stupid phrase that can’t undo anything you did to her. How about just sign the damn papers Ragnvindr, that way we can see that you are truly sorry.”

Ah, fate must truly hate him.

“Ill do it.” Diluc manages to say despite the twisting in his chest “Ill sign the papers… but please, give me a week with her. That’s all ill ask for.”

“Where did you have the guts to even ask for such a thing?!” he know he shouldn’t have but he wanted to at least give a little more of himself before truly letting you leave him

He was still selfish until the end.

You didn’t know what to feel, was it relief that finally he is willing to let you go or the sorrow your heart feels to finally see things end with him. It was a mix, a maelstrom of emotions.

“Just for a week. Ill do what you want after.” the defeated redhead says again

“Unbelievable.” scoffs your brother before turning to you “Can we speak outside?”

You give him a nod as he changes tune and leads you to the door carefully leaving Kaeya and Diluc alone.

“You sure have grown up to be the worst, Master Diluc.” Kaeya sighs as he leaves as well for a different room, not wanting to be alone with the other, any longer than that he might forget to hold his tongue back into spewing out more venom.

Having settled down outside on one of the benches, you turn towards your brother

“I think ill be extending my stay here for seven days.”

“Are you serious? That man betrayed you, neglected you and touched another woman and you want to take up on his offer?!”

“It seems to be the right thing to do, after all, I too, have not settled this properly when I should have on the day I saw him behind the tavern with someone else.” you tell him,

“You.. you’re just to kind sister.” you catch the distress swimming in his eyes as he holds your hands, he truly wanted to take you away in an instant. To hide you away and just show you the good parts of life. He reminisced the old days wherein he would take you to places, despite the protest of your parents, as long as you can smile again he is willing to take any methods just to keep you happy.

“But then, I understand “ even if he didn’t want to “ It always falls on your decision and I will respect that as your brother. So go, do what you must and come back home with happiness and peace in your heart sister.”

He truly would do anything.

He let you go for the last time, just like on your wedding day when he walked you down the altar. At least this time, it was different. You wont get hurt anymore.

…

So it began, a week of goodbyes, seven days of letting go all the while being in each others presence. You had requested a separate room to which Diluc heeded to, albeit hesitantly. The first night wasn’t easy, despite having your brother in the opposite room. The feeling of that night did not leave your chest, it stayed with you until you woke up, stifling as ever.

He was there by the stairs, neat but still dashing as if it were just yesterday. A bouquet of your favorite flowers in his trembling hand, you did not know whether it was from nervousness or the urgent need to hold you.

He smiled and told you good morning.

And you accept them, the smell bringing back nostalgic memories from when things weren’t ruined. You engage in small, nothing more, once again getting used to his presence and so is he.

Lunch and dinner passed by like a breeze, you occupied with talking walks outside and Diluc catching up on paper work but making time to accompany you, much to your brother’s annoyance.

Before turning in, he told you good night.

The second day and the third were the same, except for the short glances your way and the small gestures he would like opening doors for you or brushing a stray strand away from your face. Your brother reluctantly went back to fontaine due to business affairs, leaving Kaeya with you.

The fourth day was full of serenity, strolling side by side at windrise, the breeze cool upon your skin, both of you were fluent in the language of silence at that moment. Simply savoring the experience that you both will never get again.

And on the fifth day, he initiates that you both hold hands, though in a timid way. Just like how the both of you were starting out as a couple. His hands were warm just as you have remembered. Shame you were to part soon, it even fit perfectly.

The sixth day, Diluc became ab bit more bold, a bit more selfish in his requests.

“May I kiss you?”

When in reality he wanted to tell you that he misses you so much, his tongue betrayed him

“If you feel uncomfortable, I wont pry any further.”

Lost for words, you could only nod at his request. He too, was surprised you agreed to it. Slowly, he leans in, taking his time as he brings his hand up to your face, caressing it like you were the last precious thing on teyvat. Lips met and brushed against each other, it was like a dance of longing and love. So much unsaid promises, words that neither of you could convey to each other. It was slow, languid, no one was rushing, only savoring the moment of two sorrowful souls.

You both pull away, forehead against each other.

“Thank you.” he tearfully whispers

The seventh day was torture, you both finally sat down to speak. To talk about things in your relationship, your falling out, and also the memories you both shared throughout the years. It was like re-painting a masterpiece of the times, and leaving it as that and on display in the untouched parts of the mind. That was how it was going to be, how you will leave it to be. To finally move on to another larger canvas as individuals and not partners. The talk was drawn into the night, somewhere within the hours you both shed tears, or held hands in silence.

And then morning came, the sun coming up to remind Diluc that he was going to be alone again and to see the light but not the warmth anymore about this part of life. To you the sun was like a beacon, its rising is a new beginning to you.

“I guess this is where we end Diluc.” you look back at him, he who stood frozen by the door, the divorce papers already signed and submitted. You felt free.

“I love you.” he tells you in a way that I was a good bye and a reminder

“I know.” you lips pulled into a gentle smile, “Thank you for loving me Diluc, before and for this seven days.”

“I love you…” stray tears cascade down his face, pathetic really

“Good bye Diluc, I pray to celestia for your happiness.” you forgave him, with a last kiss to his cheek which he accepts, you step back and turn towards the road. Kaeya already waiting at the bottom of the steps.

And just like that Diluc watched as your figure get smaller and smaller into the horizon until you were truly gone from his life.

If rebirth was real then he prays that he may find you again and to become a better lover than he was in this present life.

…

“Are you sure you don’t feel tired?” Kaeya asks you once again as he sits across you from the train.

“Not at all, Kae.” you assure him, hand rubbing your swollen belly.

“I don’t want to be strangled by your brother if something were to happen to you and your child.”

That’s right, you were with child.

You were home when spring ended.

…

"and she doesnt look for him?"

you look at the man leaning against the door. The only other person you’ve confided in after the painful separation. The news of your pregnancy was only known by Adelinde, no one else knew about it, not even Diluc. For you were hesitant to tell him as he was always buried in work. So you kept it a secret, that is until that night. The first month was difficult, having to deal with your now ex-husband’s neglect and betrayal, you had to stay strong for your child. So you persevered through the ache in your chest. Nikolaj, your brother soon found out after witnessing the many times you would feel queasy around strong smelling foods and morning sickness. You had no choice but to come clean to him and he accepted it, despite the anger he felt towards the father, he was ecstatic in meeting his little niece. Soon, Kaeya knew about it, after his second visit in your home. He visited often, bringing small gifts for the child and for you.

"At night." you stop, the truth weighing heavy on your tongue like lead.

There were times your daughter would mumble about her father, a man whose existence you've hid her from life for 3 years now, your darling daughter at the sweet age of three began to babble about where her father was and why is it only the blue haired uncle who comes by every month to kiss her on the cheek is the man she ever sees.

Home teaching saved her from the scorn of her classmates who’s parents were still happily married unlike you but that did not mean you weren’t happy with the life you are leading right now with the help of your brother and Kaeya. You had built a tranquil and happy life for her and you were satisfied with that.

"She looks for him and she whispers to me everytime I close her little story book ‘mommy why dont I have a daddy like Fayette?’ and you know what I tell her?"

"You dont need to tell me you know." kaeya sighs, lifting his body off the door, coming near to put a hand on your back to comfort you.

"I tell her ‘Leia, your father is somewhere far-away. He cannot see us.’, but Im simply lying to myself and to her. I just don’t want him to see her, am I a bad mother Kae?”

“That does not make you a bad mother in any way. You just want what’s best for her, you’re protecting her from the truth of what he did. ” Kaeya tells you, his hand still resting on your back “Don’t doubt yourself.”

“Wait, Don’t you have work in Mond?” feeling a bit better now you close your daughter’s door

“But its my vacation.”

“Vacation my foot, you snuck away didn’t you? I could only imagine Jean overworking herself more with the work you left behind.” you chided him

“My my, you know me so well.” he chuckles “Alright, ill go back tomorrow before Nik kicks me out himself.”

“You better.”

…

Diluc rises from him unfulfilling slumber, bed hair sticking out of place, he did not consider brushing them down.

Because you werent there. It never felt the same.A knock from the door came as soon as he stepped out of the bedroom. Excited noises were heard from the lobby of the mansion. It was never that lively around here. He wonders then what could have caused a racket this morning. From the balcony he sees a figure he's never seen in a few years. Perhaps from his detachment from the outside, the only routine of work and dark knight duties.

Kaeya Alberich, his adoptive brother stood amidst the maids who were fawning over a small moving bundle in his arms.

Moving?

Only until he descended did he see what was the center of attention. A child securely curled up in the man's arms. Wavy flaming red hair peaked out from the blue bonnet as the child tried to nuzzle closer to Kaeya and away from the fussing maids.

It felt like an eternity just simply standing there and looking at the toddler.

"And youre not going to say anything." Kaeya scoffs from across the bewildered Diluc "Typical."

Adelinde having sensed the atmosphere, ushered the rest of the maids away and out of sight leaving the rest to their own privacy. The look on Diluc's face says it all, though in a maelstorm of emotions, it is clearly seen how much he wanted to ask and yet nothing came out of his mouth.

"uncle kya?" coos the small child , comfortable in the now silent lobby of the mansion.

"hey sweetheart." kaeya smiles down at child, tucking a strand of hair back into her bonnet "I want you to meet someone okay?"

"New friend?" Diluc watches the exchange with a breaking heart, with each word the child says, pieces begin to crash in his ribcage. He wanted to introduce himself so badly but held back despite the shaking need in his hands to hold her and tell her who he is. He just knows but is still in disbelief. You hid her so well after all.

"Its your father, little one ." Kaeya tried to hold back the poison that pooled in his mouth for the sake of your child whom you've sent with him to meet Diluc after a long consideration that maybe she should meet him, seeing as you can never commit yourself to even meet him anymore, you asked Kaeya to take her with him as he goes back to Mond for work and against the wishes of your brother. You also were busy with work that you took it as an opportunity to let her go. She was alright with going with Kaeya and only kicking up a bit of fuss about why you are not going with her, you explained why she couldn’t go and she understood it quite well despite being only five years old.

"I have a daddy?" she blinks up at kaeya and then to the man in front of them who looks so lost and simply broken.

"yeah," the male nods "unfortunately."

Kaeya sets the little girl down on the carpeted floor, tiny figure wobbling a bit from the action. "Go on kid."

"He looks like me."

"he does, sweetie." though he wanted to tell her otherwise. How could she not resemble the man before her. Even you saw how she inherited a few characteristics of him.

She hides half of her tiny head behind the snow bunny toy as she walks forwards slowly towards Diluc who shakily kneels down as to not intimidate her.

"H-hey," Diluc doesnt even know where to start, as if his voice has left him and seized his brain to do nothing but look at her, the child he does not have any knowledge of until now.

Those big eyes stared at him, a replica of yours. Does he even deserve to look at them after all these years?

"Hi..." quiet voice making past her lips,

What a shy little thing

"I... Uhh" does he even deserve to talk to her "Whats your name?"

"lei," she tells him, then raises the stuffed toy in her hand "this is rosie."

"Its Soleia. " Kaeya interjects from behind

"Soleia..." he tests the name out on his tongue, "Its beautiful."

He did not realize that the dams began to break as tears cascaded down his face, it has been long since he had shed a tear. The ache in his chest began to make itself known at the thought of you being alone to give birth to such a wonderful child. How absent he was in the years she grew up in fontaine. He does not blame you at all for keeping her from him, even he himself thinks that he was not ready.

"Daddy..." he feels her small hand trying to cup his face " no cry."

How precious it is, to finally find something to lead the light when he thought it has been snuffed out years ago. He looks at his child, a little girl just reaching up to his knees comfort him, he feels serene and happy to have met her. Never in his life did he think he would have anything such endearing as this, something that he’d want to protect and to just spoil rotten. Your daughter stayed there for three days, taking care of her alongside Adelinde and Kaeya always scolding him about what to do and not to do. He learns a lot, though clumsy most of the time as he was truly lost on how to take care of her, he tries and tries to make her happy.

Once again, he finds happiness bloom in his heart. He just simply melts seeing her say dad.

He swears on his life and on celestia that he will do right by her. It was his second chance and he will not ruin it.

Have some doodles of Diluc and the kid lol

I suck at anatomy

oops, forgot about this one too :P

#diluc #diluc angst #diluc x reader #diluc imagines #genshin impact #diluc genshin impact #genshin impact angst #diluc ragnvindr #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc ragnvindr angst

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keilemlucent · 3 years

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while your currently drunk you can think about what it would be like to go clubbing with keigo. His possessive nature would def jump out wanting to keep you close at all times. you’d rock against his body as he holds you close keeping a keen eye but also enjoying the way your body sways over him. if he’s also inebriated who’s to say he won’t press you against the nearest wall rubbing himself against you and whispering in your ear how he could take you right here and now 🥰🥰 just a lil something

i am seeing this sober (and with my hangover cured lmao) BUT lemme tell u... the clubbing keigo brainrot is oh so 😩💕

(nsfw)

warnings: dubcon, a little yandere keigo, alcohol, drunk reader, drunk keigo, public sex, dacryphilia

...

Keigo is particularly possessive. Not necessarily in a way that is a cause for alarm, but more so something of note.

You've come to expect the way he hovers close to you in public. How he always wants to have his hands on you, whether that be the firm press of his palm on your lower back, or a tight grip on your waist with his chin hooked over your should. Really, any way he can, he stakes his claim.

It's a little more overt and shameless when the environment allows it to be.

Occasionally, there are small clubbing events for heroes and their company to unwind. Usually open bar. Frequently messy. But cell phones are confiscated at the door, so it's more than welcomed. Heroes really never get a chance to be, so why not be sloppy together?

Keigo loves to take you to them. He loves getting the chance to show you off and let anyone who looks your way that you are his. He curbs the urge in public, sure, but here? It doesn't matter. Here, there's hungry eyes that follow your every move, but they wouldn't dare try anything. Keigo doesn't let you out of his sight. Doesn't stop touching you, and he makes sure that anyone who looks sees how fucked you are for him.

After a few drinks, you’re bolder. Your words slur a bit, not enough to make him worry, but just enough for the sway and circling of your hips to be a little freer. You can get a bit bashful around so many pros, but with the stain of liquor on your lips you’re more than happy to dance the night away.

Keigo adores it. Loves that he gets to hold your hips almost to the point of bruising as you giggle and twirl to the club beats. He loves how unrestrained you both get to be, loves how you rock against him, back arching and neck craning to nuzzle of your nose against his jaw. He can’t tell if you’re just being sweet and gracious or quietly asking for more.

He has subtle restraint, he always does, but with a few shots having burned his throat earlier in the evening... it’s easier to indulge. He guiltlessly drags you back into him, grinding against your ass. You roll your hips back into his, leaning into his wandering touches. He can feel your breath hitch as his hands slip lower and plays with the hem of your dress.

Keigo wishes he had an ounce of shame (no, he really doesn’t, this is way too good) as he backs you into a darker corner, wings ruffled and raised. He gets a little rougher, pushing you up against the velour-covered wall, chest first. You flatten to it and brace yourself with sweaty palms. Sweet as can be, you flash him wobbly, wanting smile. You grind back into him, spine curved perfectly under the satin of your dress.

He knows people are watching, and honestly? Let them. Let them see how desperate you are. The strobing lights and neon obscure you enough that the details of you will be hidden, but they’ll know. Keigo’s wings ruffle at the thought debauching you in front of the impromptu, wanting crowd.

He lays his body over yours, feathers shuddering in time with his heavy breath. You’re rolling your hips back into his crotch, his cock is hard enough that he’s leaking (who knew the thought of casual ownership got him off this much?)

His lips drag over your neck, teething at the soft juncture of your shoulder. You moan his name, voice cracking with desire that makes him wild. His forearm braces next to yours, and he presses you into the wall, makes you feel the weight of all of him, wings and lean muscle.

He pulls from your neck with a growl and can’t help but pleased with the fat bruise he left behind.

“I should bruise you a collar of these,” He drips into your ear, teeth tugging at your earlobe. “If fucking you here doesn’t show everyone whose you are, that would get the message across, don’t you think?”

Your breath hitches from under the palm he slips over your lower tummy.

“Please, Kei’.”

He doesn’t know what exact thing you’re begging for, but he’ll give you everything. Anything. He rucks up your dress, and a hand slipping down the front of your panties and teasing along your slit, debating.

If he were at home, he’d take the time to prepare. He prefers to work you open on his fingers and tongue for a good while before fucking you. He doesn’t feel... right fucking you without you cumming once, twice, three times (as many times as you can stand), Under normal circumstances. But these weren’t normal circumstances.

His hold slips from your hip to your jaw, turning your gaze to his and goddammit, if the sight doesn’t take his breath away. Your eyes are glassy, pupils wide and inky, and your lips are parted, perfectly. Wanting and waiting.

(He briefly debates fucking your throat but decides against it. He’d prefer to lick you clean on the limo ride home.)

Keigo presses his lips to yours, stealing your breath and licking into your mouth. It’s sloppy, he can feel the spit dripping down your chin as he massages your tongue with his. It’s fucking filthy and he loves it. The liquor is just making him ab bit more... honest.

He pulls away to unbutton his pants, untucking his breezy shirt to pull out his cock with a few lazy strokes. The little whine you give has him back on you, covering your body with his and teasing you sex with a single finger over your panties.

“I’d make you beg,” he muses, softly against your ear again, “But I have a feeling you’re a little too impatient to do so properly.”

You sputter something, whether it’s a denial or affirmation, Keigo doesn’t care. He’s already pulling your panties to the side, and slipping two fingers between your lips, hardly prep at all things considered.

Keigo spits down onto his dick and calls it good enough.

You rock back into him, shuddering and panting. You’re unabashed in it, ignoring the eyes in the room, all of your attention on him. The thought makes his cock twitch in his hand, and he can’t wait any longer.

He hikes one of your legs up high and spears into you in one swift motion with a beat of his wings.

Your breath punches from your lungs and your palms smack against wall. You’re already weak in his arms, from the alcohol and Keigo’s thick cock splitting you. Despite the lack of preparation, you’re less tense than you could be. Thank god for vodka.

All the same, Keigo starts slow. He wants you to hurt when this is over. He wants you to bear his bruises and imprints. You should be limping when he’s done with you. He’ll take care of you at home, patch you up how you both like so much, but for now--

He wants to leave an... impression.

Keigo picks up at his pace, gasping out a breath as he bottoms out, grinding against your ass and insides in a way that has you clenching and slurring out little pleas for more. And god, he’s happy to oblige.

He picks up his tempo, hand slipping tightening around your jaw, tucking your face to his and nipping at your lips. Your claw at the wall in front of you, but all of your leverage is in Keigo’s hands, and he uses it well.

The beat of the of the club music is the perfect tempo, the thump of it mostly disguises the slap of his hips against yours. But even the shadows of the rainbow lights can’t hide how he’s fucking ruining you. You’re hiccupping out cries for ‘more, please Keigo!’ loud enough that a few of his fucking colleagues have inched closer. It makes something in Keigo burn and he quickly goes for your neck again.

And sinks his teeth in hard enough for you to sob.

It has you clenching around him, and he knows he isn’t going to last much longer. The rhythm has his insides clenching, and he wants nothing more than to fill you up--

The thought of it, of you leaking with him, has white explode around the edges of his vision.

He spills inside of you, thick and hot and you gasp at the feeling. You fumble for his hand, and Keigo clasps yours easily, squeezing. The cant of his hips goes sloppy, just like the two of you.

Softened, he slips out of you. But Keigo is quick to replace his cock with two fingers, plugging you and tsking.

“You didn’t cum, did you, dove?”

You shake your head, still half-crying and needy, “N-no, I d-didn’t.”

“Can you keep yourself upright if I fuck you on my fingers?” Keigo muses, though it’s a genuine question. “Be honest.”

You swallow and rub at your wet, streaky cheeks, “I d-dunno. ‘M really shaky, Kei’.”

He already knows that, but it’s cute that you tell him like he’s not the cause of it.

“It’s a good thing you’ve got me then, isn’t it?” Keigo kisses your cheek, too kind for how filthy you are. “I’ll keep you up, sweetheart.”

You nod, give a little ‘thank you’ that gets broken as he spread his fingers in your cunt. His own cum drips down his wrist and he can't bother to care. He can’t bother to care about anything that isn’t the sweet little whines or the flush that is dusting your cheeks beneath tears and smeared makeup.

He bullies the bundle of nerves inside you without any care other than making you fall apart. Maybe it’s bad, the desire he has to force you to come undone by his hand in front of his peers. You’re his partner, and a bit illusive consider the relative secrecy of your relationship.

What a goddamn introduction.

He slips another hand around your front and rolls your clit beneath to fingers. Keigo can’t help sucking another bruise into your neck, like the first one wasn’t enough of a statement.

He speeds up his treatment as you breath gets more ragged, as you repeat his name to the flash of the strobes and lean back into him. You tense around him as you cum, crying out with a thump of your head against the wall. He holds you through it, not slowing or faltering as you shake and sputter.

Carefully, Keigo lets down the leg he’s had pinned. He anticipates how they falter, and already has an arm around your waist to keep you upright.

“Thank you,” You murmur, your voice gentle and soft. Far too soft for what you’d just done. It’s sweet though, the way you’re pliant for him as he straightens you up.

You’re filthy, thighs covered in a mix of him and you. Keigo’s damp in his own boxer briefs and it’s not exactly... comfortably. And certainly not ideal for dancing.

You turn toward him. Your arms wrap around his neck and god, you’re too cute as you hide your face in the crook of his neck. Maybe you’re sobering up, or maybe you’re cock drunk, he isn’t sure. But it’s the same comfort that you need. He smooths a hand up your back, laying kisses over your temples and hair lines.

His colleagues are still watching, maybe more than before, because Hawks has a reputation for being a greedy, impulsive bastard, but what he doesn’t have is any reputation for being sweet.

The vulnerability of it has him moving his wings to encircle the two of you. A bit of much-needed privacy.

“How about I call us a ride home?” Flying drunk is never good idea. (He found out the hard way.)

You nod, gripping the front of his shirt, “I don’t think I can’t dance anymore.”

“I imagine you can’t, huh, dovey?” He teases with another peck to your cheek.

You whine and beat his chest with your fist for a moment without a hint of ire. The night is still relatively young but given the drink in your veins and the cum in your cunt, perhaps it would be best to turn in for the evening.

(Or Keigo could fuck your throat on the ride home. The thought is still appealing.)

You mutter something unintelligible against his neck, and Keigo silently reminds himself to make sure you drink a bottle or two of water before bed. Maybe he can get a snack in your belly before you knock out for the night.

(Or, maybe, Keigo could have his own ‘snack’ by cleaning your cunt with his tongue as you doze off--)

Keigo purrs with his thoughts as he tucks his wings to his back, ushering you to the exit, all the while feeling the (horny, jealous, surprised) stares of his colleagues at his back.

#salem writes #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #drabble #hawks imagines #hawks smut #hawks #ANYWAYS #god... it's been awhile since i've written smut #feels GOOD #still managed to make it soft #but lemme tell ya i have so much clubbing brain rot #and possessive kei makes my brain go BRRRR

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peachysnzs · 3 years

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genshin snz headcanons

i caved here are literally All my genshin snz headcanons cause im thinkin so hard rn

albedo

def sneezes in fits but tries to stifle whenever possible

uses his elbow most of the time, but sometimes when hes especially deep in a fit he ends up just sneezing desperately in the air

quiet and breathy

tries to make his sneezes as discrete as possible but the further in fits he gets, the more desperate his sneezes sound

every time he has a buildup to a sneeze, he kinda just shudders leadin up to it yknow

he always tries to be cautious and not get anyone sick when he is sick bless him

ok this fucker inhabits an ice mountain theres no way he doesnt get at least a *couple* colds

mona

sneezes in likes twos, threes

this is so unoriginal bcs hydro vision but like her sneezes are def at least a bit wet-sounding

uses tissues when avaliable, but if not she just kinda turns to the side

loud and high-pitched

she sneezes relatively suddenly and it takes her by surprise sometimes

tbh mona feels like somebody who’d have allergies and being all sniffly and miserable looking and still try to deny that shes allergic to anything and that youre stupid for thinking so. very tsundere.

speaking of sniffly her nose probably just constantly runs like a tap when shes sick

she wouldnt even try to keep her germs to herself and would be disgusted at sick ppl even if she was the one to get you sick

hu tao

literally almost never sneezes* but when she does its singles

uses her elbow and covers her mouth, ty hu tao for being a good snz role model

kinda low and naturally soft

long ass fucking buildups! her nose just kinda itches for a whole two minutes and her breath wavers before she sneezes quickly

so for the asterisk * i kinda lied, she sneezes up a storm only when sick, she has kinda a subpar immune systme so whenever shes sick she just is stuck with sneezng consistently through the whole day til shes dizzy

jean

also sneezes in singles, occasional doubles

alternates between using hankerchiefs if avaliable or just her elbow

i feel like jean is the type of person to like excuse herself right before succumbing to a fit

small sneezes, decently graceful

i feel like shed had a dust allergy honestly

jean literally will not take sick days even when she has awful colds, and while she tries not to get ppl sick she does a kinda awful job at it

amber

two to four usually

elbow once again, but sometimes when shes gliding she cant really use her arms so she just sneezes in the air

squeaky def, high pitched

she def has hayfever and one day opens her glider and its just covered in pollen

no build ups to her sneeze, just a sharp inhale and then the snz

eula

we already saw her snz so

either single sneezes or long ass fits, no inbetween

sneezes into her gloves, but when her sneezes start to get messy she switches to a hankerchief

breathy and feminine

cyro characters get colds cause i say so

no fr tho eula just miserable w a cold and just constantly having to duck foward and sneeze into her gloves

half of her cold is her denying shes sick even when she looks absolutely horrible and the other half is complaining about how miserable she feels and demanding people to do things for her

childe

doubles usually

he sneezes into the air or in his hands this fucker would never sneeze in his elbow

messy and desperate

long! ass! fucking! buildups! he tries to hide the hitching with his builds ups but hes not at all good at it

his sneezes get so much messier the sicker he is, until hes practically just dripping

dont be decieved by the way he hides being sick, he desperately craves being coddled whenever hes sick because of his home life

suprisingly good at caretaking

diluc

triples and quadruples i feel like

elbow primarily, but sometimes uses tissues

loud and rough

he tries so hard to hide his allergies but it never works because his sneezes are always so loud

fuck it give him all the allergies

his voice gets stuffy so quickly when even in like a five foot vicinity of flowers, and his nose itches so much to the point where it feels like hes just constantly building up to another sneeze

has probably sneezed on someones drink at least once while he had a cold

kaeya

almost only fits and he fucking hates it

he usually pinches his nose to stifle but if he cant manage he either quickly goes for the elbow or just ducks his head down and sneezes towards the floor

shaky and itchy-sounding if that makes sense

yknow that little gasp people do sometimes before sneezing i feel like hed do that

never takes sick days unless forced to by jean or diluc, and ends up shambling through his daily tasks shaky and feverish and sneezy

he tries to stifle but it really does not work

rosaria

singles, and if u catch her sneezing she’ll probably make you swear to silence

literally just in the elbow

honestly i feel like shed sneeze like a kitten, or just really high and femme

she sees being sick/allergic as a sign of weakness so fights sneezing very hard. like u can see the visible effort she makes pinching her nose and shit after her breath hitches even once

also one of those dumbasses that stifle way too much and doesnt take sickdays

ningguang

doubles unless shes allergic, then its fits

she has a fancy ass lace hankerchief she carries w her speficially for snzs to look ‘proper’

she forces her sneezes to be elegant, sneezing naturally is loud tho

small buildups but v audible breaths building up to a sneeze

she has a good immune system but when she does get sick she gets it bad and tries to cover up her flushed face and red nose with makeup

without people around her she just lets herself be miserable while sneezes, lettting out small little “..guh...” after a particularly bad fit

beidou

doubles or triples

beidou would also like never use her elbow, shed sneeze in her fist even if the sneeze is messy as hell

loud and proud of it

look all im saying is beidou is a walking health hazard whenever sick, she doesnt try at all to keep colds to herself and can and wil sneeze into her hand only to shake yours seconds later

no buildups, just sudden sneezes that scare the shit out of people tho

very very fucking messy

half the time does not care if shes sick, she doesnt really feel like she needs to take sick days because she doesnt feel that bad and stuff like that

lisa

singles and occasional doubles

she keeps tissues on her and uses them relatively often

delicate and proper

the idea of lisa having a dust allergy is just everything to me, like she blows off dust from a book and ends up stuck for a few minutes with her nostrils flaring until she finally sneezes desperately into a tissue

rarely gets sick, but when she does milks the hell out of it to be as lazy as possible. like “oh im feeling so awful rn, maybe a kiss will make me feel better?~”

venti

fits fits fits

hands or elbows, really depends on how hard the sneeze hits him

decently loud and a bit high pitched

look venti is an anemo god all im saying is when he sneezes the wind picks up, and when he has fits its enough to push you over

to remedy this he just avoids everyone when sick and avoids cats with a a passion

buildups are very breathy and desperate

his nose runs so much near cats and he makes a godddamn mess of himself the longer hes around them

cats absolutely love him regardless

xiao

he gets fits only bcs i say so

literally either just the air or his hands because nobody ever taught him that he should like cover his mouth properly when sneezing

quiet but messy

the idea of xiao w just torturuous buildups does something for me. he’ll be stuck there w his breath hitching and hazy eyes for like a whole minute before he finally just ducks into his hand and makes a mess of himself

he does not understand being sick and absolutely hates it when he does get sick, 100% tries to power through it and ends up a fucking mess by the end of the day

his sneezes get stuck so often

his nose gets so fucking flushed and twitchy after a while of sneezing

ganyu

doubles or triples

sneezes in her elbow most of the time

soft and low

when she gets sick she gets so sleepy, her sneezes just kinda draw all the energy outta her and she usually ends up taking a nap

shes allergic to dogs too bcs why not

she doesnt want to bother people when sick or get them sick too so she usually takes copious sickdays until shes absolutely certain that she cant get anyone sick

zhongli

triples literally always for some reason

either into his fist or into a hankerchief

low and masculine, a bit loud

doing the same god shtick with him, the floor tends to shake whenever he gets particularly sneezy and stuff on cupboards can and will fall over when in the vicinity

no buildups really, hell just be in the middle of talking and then he blinks a bit and then sneezes roughly

he doesnt really take sick days but he doesnt really deny hes sick either, just kinda tries to get through the day despite feeling awful

#g/enshin i/mpact #sneeze kink #snz #sneeze headcanons #damn this took a while #i played favorites w x/iao and m/ona honestly #its my personal goal now to write every g/enshin character snzing at least once in a fic

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samanddeaninpanties · 3 years

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Title: Lion’s Share

AO3 Link

Square Filled: Claiming

Ship: Dean/Jack

Rating: E

Written for the @winklinebingo

Tags: Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Dean Winchester, Alpha Jack Kline, Alpha/Alpha, Omega Sam Winchester (mentioned), Anal Fingering, Rimming, Anal Sex, Knotting, Top Dean Winchester, Bottom Jack Kline, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Dean Winchester, Jealous Dean Winchester, First Time, First Kiss, Banter, Arguing, Violence, the violence is fairly mild it’s mainly just the set-up for the sex, Wall Sex, Age Difference, Barebacking, Mentioned Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Mentioned Jack Kline/Sam Winchester, Come as Lube, Porn, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Heart-to-Heart, Manhandling, Claiming, Mating Bites, Loss of Control, Roommates, oh my god they were roommates, POV Jack Kline

Summary: Jack is drawn to unmated omega Sam. His asshole alpha brother Dean is having none of it.

(A.k.a "Knot the omega you are looking for")

“What the fuck is this?" Dean snapped, throwing a bouquet of wildflowers at Jack as he stormed into the man-cave.

Jack caught it but his bowl of Reese’s Puffs cereal spilled and tumbled to the floor. He scowled at Dean and placed the flowers on the arm of the La-Z-Boy recliner. "Don’t tell me you don’t know what flowers are.”

Dean rolled his eyes. "Why were they in Sam's room?"

"Because I gave them to Sam. Why were you in his room?"

"Putting his laundry in there. That's not the point. I'm pretty fucking tired of you constantly putting moves on him."

Jack raised an eyebrow before turning his attention back to the TV. "Sam's an unmated omega.”

"And you just conveniently didn't notice my scent marking?"

"Is that supposed to mean something to me? Your scent is inescapable, Dean. It’s everywhere.”

Dean snarled and grabbed Jack by his shirt collar and heaved him up out of the chair. "You’re too smart to be so fucking stupid. I meant on Sam."

Jack's breath hitched at Dean's fury but he raised his chin, stomping out any hint of weakness. "No, I didn’t notice."

"Well you should, Jack. Because it’s my knot that gets him through his heats. So I'm gonna tell you straight up: fuck off," Dean said.

Jack swallowed a groan and tried to extricate himself from Dean’s grasp. "No. Your agreement is out of convenience, not love. Maybe Sam wants to explore his options."

Dean forced Jack backward and slammed Jack against the brick wall by the open door. Sam could come back from the supply run any second and -

“Get off me," Jack panted and shoved Dean’s chest, hard.

The push sent Dean off balance but he didn't let go of Jack. He thrust Jack back into the wall and pinned him there. "I don't care what you think you have going on with my brother. He's not available."

Jack’s insides turned into liquid. "How do you know? Have you asked him what he wants?"

"Sam is mine. My brother, my omega, mine." There was a pounding in Jack’s blood, a click in his head. Dean’s lips were rosy; fuckable. Maddeningly distracting. Really, Dean’s whole face screamed omega at first blush but Dean had been quick to put those thoughts to bed.

"He’s never stated that. Can you blame me for trying? Sam's so pretty." Jack sounded needy and mindless rather than confident and in control.

"I don't blame you. I'm just telling you enough is enough.”

Jack quit trying to escape. It was fruitless. Dean was bigger and stronger and he just couldn’t. "Did you really think that if you ordered me to stop I’d obey?"

"Maybe I should put you in your place then."

Jack jolted, dick straining. Disgusting. Shameful. And so hot. His eyes wandered to the Foosball table, the unfinished bar, Dean’s toys, his whole domain. He was just another thing in Dean’s den to be used as Dean saw fit. "If you're trying to scare me it’s not going to work.”

Dean snickered. "Thought so. You dirty boy. Moaning and whining like a bitch in heat while I touch you."

Jack was dripping inside his pants. It didn't even matter that Dean was laughing at him, his dick, his knot, knew what it wanted. "You’re not my type,” Jack lied because he wasn’t ready to inflate Dean’s overblown ego just yet.

"Your type seems to be oversized omegas but we're going to fix that, aren't we?" Dean maneuvered Jack so he was facing the wall. “You want me to fuck you, Jack? Claim you?"

"Dean," Jack keened, canting his hips. His mind was stuck on claim claim claim. Such a derogatory word to use when playing with another alpha.

Dean dragged his teeth over the nape of Jack's neck. A threat, a tease. So unfair. "Bet you wish you could get wet for me." He snaked an arm around Jack's body, found his cock. Squeezed it. "I should keep you both.”

Jack groaned, rocking against Dean’s hand. Dean’s hand was fire, it was a brand. "You don't even like me."

"Who said I don't like you?"

"You did with your attitude. All the glaring and baring of teeth," Jack rasped and looked over his shoulder so he could gaze into Dean’s piercing eyes.

"Yeah, well. Maybe if you didn't choose to sniff around Sam... “ Dean pushed Jack's shirt up and over his head and threw it on the floor.

Jack drifted away from the wall, facing Dean to give him better access. "It was like that before I 'sniffed around Sam.'"

"Whatever." Dean started on Jack's pants. Once Jack was naked, Dean roughly grabbed Jack’s chin and consumed him with a heated kiss. His free hand stroked Jack. Slow. Torturous.

Until it wasn’t.

Dean let out a growl that shook Jack down to his bones, his innermost parts. He manhandled Jack back into position, nose facing the wall like he was a naughty child in time-out. And then Dean was sinking to his knees.

“What are you - oh!” Jack’s body threatened to collapse when Dean pulled his cheeks apart and buried his face between them, forcing his tongue into Jack’s hole. A place he’d never let anyone. A place that was only Jack’s.

Dean was deadset on barreling through any boundary Jack had ever had without bothering to ask him if it was okay. And Jack couldn’t even be mad, no one had ever made him feel this wanted, this desirable.

“Two little omegas,” Dean purred against hot flesh. His tongue was slippery-wet, fucking in and out, making Jack’s toes curl. Too much, not enough. “All for me.”

“Not an omega.”

“You will be when I’m finished with you.”

Jack wanted to laugh at the sheer idiocy of Dean’s statement. The certainty. Dean was letting his inner alpha run wild and dominate every part of their interaction and it showed. “You’re delusional.”

“Nah. I just know a knot-slut when I smell one,” Dean said and went right back to destroying Jack with that wicked tongue. Dean’s hand found Jack’s cock again and pumped him expertly as he ate Jack out. “Come on, baby. Give up the goods, make a mess in my hand. You know I need it, we need it,” Dean said, using his alpha voice.

Jack’s window of opportunity, his chance to fight tooth and nail, was long gone - not that it ever would’ve ended differently. Dean was too strong and Jack didn’t really want to get away, even if it meant the humiliation of being taken and claimed rather than being the one doing the claiming.

Dean wanted him, a turn of events he wouldn’t have expected a few short weeks ago. Actually, he wouldn’t have thought it possible twelve hours ago -

“Jack,” Dean said, nipping Jack’s ass cheek. Jack came with a soft whine into Dean’s hand, his sloppy, tongue-fucked hole clenching greedily.

“Oh, baby. You can do better than that,” Dean purred. Dean waited a few beats before pressing two come-slick fingers into Jack.

“I don’t understand.”

“Gotta scream for me, Jack. Gotta beg me real sweet.”

“Dean, no,” Jack said, his voice wavering as he fucked himself on Dean’s hand.

“Nuh-uh, try again. Dean, yes.” Dean added another finger and Jack was afraid he’d break, that he was being pushed beyond his limit, beyond what his body could take. His hole felt so small with Dean inside him, how on earth was an alpha cock supposed to fit?

“Can’t -”

“Yeah, you can, baby. And you will. And you want it.” When Dean started to withdraw his fingers Jack tried to turn and see - but Dean was prepared for that. “No moving. Not yet.”

Jack huffed and settled. “You’re really starting to get on my nerves, Dean.”

“Welcome to the club,” Dean said, his giant hands using Jack for support as he returned to his feet. He only removed his hands long enough to rid himself of his clothes, tossing them into a messy pile, and then he was back to crowding Jack against the wall. And oh, Dean’s cock burned even hotter than his hands. He humped between Jack’s cheeks, making his home near Jack’s hole. Ready to claim it properly any second. “That’s how you make me feel all the time.”

“So, I was right! You can’t stand me,” Jack said, trying to avoid the sting, trying to ignore the ache and embarrassment. He’d been told more than once he was too sensitive for his own good. His hurt was confirmation, proof the criticisms were correct.

Dean kissed the nape of Jack’s neck, dragged his lips along it. Jack’s body was a treacherous thing because he arched into the contact like the slut Dean had proven him to be. “It’s complicated. C’mon Jack, don’t act like you don’t get it. Sometimes love can be hateful. We hurt people we love more than we hurt people we couldn’t give a damn about.”

“Shut up, Dean.”

“Aw, baby. I have what you need,” Dean crooned and began pressing his cock into Jack’s ass.

The impossible stretch made Jack’s eyes water. “I can’t,” Jack choked out. He squirmed as Dean sank deeper and Jack’s inner alpha screamed at Jack to fight. To push Dean away. Out. “You have to -”

“Relax.” Dean soothed his big, callused hand over Jack’s lower back. “You’ll work yourself into a panic if you don’t.”

“No, Dean, you don’t understand. We were wrong to try. Alphas aren’t made to fit a knot,” Jack said, his last words breaking and twisting into a moan.

“Feels right to me. Looks awesome, too.” Dean grabbed the meat of Jack’s ass. Spread Jack’s cheeks as he continued to glide in, punching the air out of him with each thrust. Jack could only ride the waves of discomfort in hopes he came out the other side relatively unscathed. “Your hole is doing the work it needs to do. I’ve got you.”

“Okay, Dean,” Jack groaned. Nodded. He ached more than anything but Dean believed Jack could handle Dean’s cock - so Jack could trust him.

“I wanna take you hard,” Dean panted, licking a hot stripe along Jack’s neck.

“You really wanna mess me up, don’t you?”

Dean laughed and shoved in brutally, cock pulsing with the need to knot. “Only in the best ways.”

“Please shut up.” The pace was quick. Bruising. There was a choking relief at being fucked.

“Oh, I got a ‘please’ this time? Gotta mark this on my calendar, write it down in my diary. ‘I dicked Jack so good he said please. Can’t wait to do it again.’”

“You really are an asshole,” Jack said, face flaming from humiliation as Dean cackled like a lunatic. Dean was teasing Jack and it wasn’t nice - but he’d said something very important, too. Something Jack needed clarification on. “Do you wanna fuck me again, though?”

Dean hummed. Kissed the lobe of his ear. Breathed into it. “Hell yeah.”

Jack whined and yelped as Dean’s next shove hit just right. “Dean, you’re killing me.”

“Better start working on your stamina, kid, because I have no interest in going easy on you. Ever,” Dean promised as he plunged deep into Jack.

Jack came unexpectedly with a sob, lost as Dean fucked him through the aftershocks. “Dean - please. Please can we -” his voice cut off, moaning as Dean pulled out of him. His ruined hole clenched on nothing. An eager, hungry thing.

“C’mon,” Dean ordered, tugging Jack away from the wall and over to the recliner. Dean sat first, patting his lap expectantly. “Sit on me, baby.”

Jack didn’t need to be told twice. His legs were desperate for a break. He scrambled onto Dean’s cock as fast as his body would let him, moaning as he sank down, taking everything. His puffy, abused hole so happy to be filled with Dean’s giant cock. “You have to come, too, don’t leave me alone,” Jack finally rasped, rolling his hips.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be with you in a minute,” Dean purred. Squeezing the globes of Jack’s ass.

When Dean’s knot started to inflate it was bigger than anything Jack had imagined, it filled up every empty space and then some, and Jack thought he’d scream or stop breathing altogether when Dean’s knot almost popped out and he dragged Jack closer to him, making sure his knot and come stayed in. “Told you. I’m too small,” Jack said faintly as more of Dean’s come shot inside.

“I disagree,” Dean said in his smug alpha tone then bit down on Jack’s neck, leaving a raw, tender wound. A claiming mark. “Mine.”

“Dean. I didn’t say you could do that.” There was a not-so-secret part of him that liked it, that just needed to be forced. Playing with Dean made him feel insane.

“You didn’t have to.” Jack smacked Dean’s chest and he caught Jack’s wrist in his tight grip.

“Need more training, huh? Maybe when my knot goes down I should tie your feisty little ass up in my room, keep you near me always.”

Jack bared his teeth. “Dean, you can tease me all you want, it doesn’t change anything. I’m an alpha. Not an omega. I’m going to keep wanting what I want.”

“You still want Sam.” Relief trickled into Jack. It wasn’t a question. Maybe they were getting somewhere, maybe there was hope this could end without too much drama or tears. “I get it. Anyone with half a brain does.” Dean faltered, fell silent again. Jack tried to give Dean room to think, tried to wait. For a few seconds, anyway. He wracked his brain for a solution. Couldn’t leave Dean alone. Coax it out of him. Jack tossed his head, gazed at Dean through his lashes, and milked Dean’s knot. Come on, Dean. You can do it. And then - success. Dean’s eyes softened and he let go of Jack’s wrist. “You got under my skin in a way others didn’t. Hasn’t done great things for me. I know Sammy loves me. But I could just stick with him the rest of my life and be happy - I don’t think the same could be said about him. So, yeah, maybe I was feeling a little, uh, threatened by you or whatever.”

For a heartbeat, Dean looked so damned sad. Little boy lost. It was gone in a blink but Jack had seen it. Dean’s insecurities, his fears, laid bare for Jack. “You know he doesn’t need to choose, right? If Sam needs more than just you… he could have it all? We could share?” Jack placed a hand on Dean’s cheek. “I won’t try to replace you, Dean.”

Dean hummed. His gaze roamed over Jack, making Jack’s heart jump. “Maybe you could have a supervised session. If you can earn it. I want you all to myself right now, though.” Dean didn’t give Jack a chance to pout, pulling him into another life-changing kiss.

“If you want me all to yourself, fucking me with the door wide open was a bad idea. What if Sam sees?” Jack croaked when the kiss broke. Dean tweaked Jack’s nipples, growling playfully. Even if Jack wasn’t full of Dean’s knot, he had a feeling Dean wouldn’t bother locking them away somewhere safe and private.

Maybe that was a good thing.

Jack let himself melt into Dean and drifted off on his knot.

#winklinebingo #winkline #deanjack #dubious consent #alpha!dean #alpha!jack #alpha/alpha #claiming #this was posted on ao3 last month but i forgot to make an official post so here it is now #writing #tori writes

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punkscowardschampions · 3 years

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Charlie & Ronnie

Charlie: You said you were coming to this thing

Charlie: can I send your apologies instead now?

Charlie: 👍

Ronnie: you wish

Ronnie: ill be there like i said

Charlie: Time management was never one for the CV

Charlie: but you’re already more than fashionably late, dear

Ronnie: &

Ronnie: invite came from mckenna and he dont care

Charlie: It’s not his dinner party

Ronnie: no shit

Ronnie: its not yours either calm down like

Charlie: I’m just saying, you’ve wrangled an invite as is

Charlie: you’re gonna make it more awkward because?

Ronnie: if shes not got you working the door now as another favour why the fuck are you so bothered is what im just saying mary

Charlie: They’re nice kids, whatever beef you’ve got with your brother and the rest, I don’t see why you’ve got to involve them, is what I’m saying

Charlie: they’ve not got fuck all to do with your family drama

Ronnie: err he ll be made up dont you want me to be a boss big sister

Charlie: the kid clearly has his own issues

Charlie: I could spot codependent and toxic before you could walk, don’t lie to me, like

Ronnie: cant walk now so stall the starters or dont

Charlie: For fuck’s sake Veronica

Ronnie: you wanted the truth bitch

Charlie: You can’t show up here high

Charlie: they’ll be terrified, might call the cops

Ronnie: showing up sober is what i cant do

Charlie: don’t you think you should take a break from him

Charlie: whatever you decide to do after, you need to calm it down

Ronnie: it was you who said not to act like he werent about

Charlie: yeah, you can’t pretend it hasn’t happened obviously

Charlie: but that was before you shot him up

Ronnie: and after you told me to look after him

Ronnie: make up your fucking mind baby

Charlie: What would be preferable is you not fucking doing it

Charlie: really should go without saying

Ronnie: it fucking wouldnt

Ronnie: you cant hack living with me on gear how do you reckon itd be with me off it

Charlie: I meant dosing a kid, ‘cos there’s no way it happened the once

Charlie: and there are options for you, for free on the glorious NHS for now

Ronnie: you meant both 🖕 he werent a kid when you wanted to fuck him

Charlie: Not the same is it

Charlie: someone can be old enough for sex and not old enough for you to ruin their life

Ronnie: love ya for the flattery but his life was fucked before he found me

Charlie: was he using

Ronnie: youre the only cunt i know who reckons hes above it even B uses 💊

Charlie: yeah because there aren’t levels to it

Charlie: come off it

Charlie: the 💊s he takes aren’t on the level of smack, at all

Ronnie: mckenna aint never gonna let you daddy him you can stop pretending to give a shit

Charlie: I give a shit because you’re a mess

Charlie: more than usual

Ronnie: i dont usually have to babysit any bastard half brothers like

Charlie: you’re choosing to come tonight though

Ronnie: i owe him after that call centre bullshit

Charlie: and that’s it?

Ronnie: what the fuck else would it be

Charlie: You tell me

Ronnie: i just did

Charlie: Alright then

Ronnie: [show up so he can judge the absolute state of you IRL and have to make allowances for that and how rude you are]

Charlie: [we all know how this goes, feel his shame and judgment in how much work we have to do to cover up your behaviour]

Ronnie: [how offended and upset she would be that he's ashamed of her is killing me because how could he not be babe]

Charlie: [oh honey, like what else could we be lol]

Ronnie: [the real question is have you picked up on the jealous and intense incesty vibes yet boy or what do you think is happening lol]

Charlie: [If anyone would pick up on it, we know you and your possessive energy]

Ronnie: [yeah that was my thought cos he knows her the best and they have their own weird history and vibe so]

Charlie: [he’s obvs not going to talk to you right now because mad and also like !!! but feel free to do some if you wanna]

Ronnie: [gonna have her try and talk to him when Jamie is talking to Joe for obvious reasons lol but before we’re bleeding]

Ronnie: you can lord it you were right but lets bail yeah

Ronnie: charlie come ed soft lad

Ronnie: what you ignoring me for 🖕💔

Ronnie: fucks sake

Ronnie: [after the briefest pause because he won’t immediately reply to her just gotta go into graphic detail about that OD she had in Margate before Joe got there cos he can clearly see all the self harm that’s going on but she wouldn’t have told him about this until literally now]

Charlie: [just a look like DON’T that cannot be overstated]

Charlie: why would you do that

Ronnie: can we fucking go now

Charlie: you can

Charlie: don’t use your self-destruction to hold me hostage, you’re beyond too old for that now, Jesus fucking Christ

Ronnie: [this makes logical sense to be where Sophie pops up with the kitchen roll etc and then bathroomgate so all of that is kicking off]

Charlie: [just out here doing the most to cover for you]

Charlie: what the fuck are you doing

Ronnie: [because they are doing the most in that tiny bathroom LOL you can have a reply once she’s left]

Ronnie: leaving

Ronnie: youre welcome

Charlie: yeah, you did me such a solid there, tah

Ronnie: you too florence dead caring

Charlie: you can’t hack a kid’s dinner party?

Ronnie: fuck you

Ronnie: you know whats wrecking my head

Charlie: yet you can’t leave him alone

Charlie: how the fuck can I do anything if you won’t do that

Ronnie: you werent gonna do fuck all end of

Ronnie: youve not

Charlie: you aren’t a kid, I can’t force you to sort your life out

Ronnie: yeah cos being like you will save me

Charlie: I’m not OD’ing with strangers

Ronnie: 💔 everyone liked you better when you were using

Charlie: you did

Charlie: and that isn’t a good enough reason to be a junkie forever

Ronnie: no shit i did

Charlie: well I’m so sorry your majesty

Charlie: God forbid I sort my life for me

Ronnie: nobody but you gives a fuck you stopped snorting lines out of every twinks arse crack

Ronnie: god forbid you shut the fuck up about it and this recovery bullshit

Charlie: you clearly give a fuck, Ronnie

Ronnie: you give more of a fuck about mckennas flatmates than you do about me

Charlie: that’s bullshit

Charlie: you only came to ruin their night, you got mad when it weren’t going your way

Charlie: you expected me to help?

Ronnie: i dont give a shit about these teenagers

Ronnie: im losing it and you reckon theyre on my mind

Charlie: Is ruining his life going to fix yours

Charlie: no

Ronnie: youve never had to hack this dont fucking tell me how to

Charlie: because you’re the only one who has family issues

Charlie: fuck you, you know I’d give anything to be in your spot

Ronnie: if i could swap our places i would

Ronnie: i dont wanna fucking be here doing this with him & you aint even tried to get your head round that

Charlie: in what world does it need to be like this

Ronnie: the world im living in where the fuck is your head at

Charlie: why can’t you just fucking

Charlie: cut him off or actually try

Ronnie: this is me trying

Ronnie: i didnt hang myself off the back of their bathroom door

Charlie: then you need to stop

Charlie: I’ll tell him to leave you alone now

Ronnie: hes gonna do that now without you flouncing in

Charlie: I’m still doing it, you ain’t here to stop me

Ronnie: hot but you still aint his type

Charlie: not funny

Ronnie: not joking

Charlie: don’t be tapped, I wouldn’t go anywhere near him now

Ronnie: stick your dick where you like i dont give a fuck

Charlie: yeah well I’m slightly more discerning, tah very much

Ronnie: these days

Charlie: yeah, where we live now

Charlie: I’m not trying to relive my worst years every weekend

Ronnie: yeah such a grown up youre having dinner with kids

Ronnie: save this little speech to pull the wool over the eyes of whatever wool homo youre gonna try and pull at the weekend

Charlie: I never said I was there yet

Charlie: better than the state of you

Ronnie: 🖕💔

Ronnie: state of me yeah after whats just happened youve seen fuck all yet soft cunt

Charlie: that’s the sound of me being unimpressed

Charlie: grow up

Ronnie: shut up properly by getting out of my fucking face

Charlie: I’m going out

Ronnie: with your new bezzies

Charlie: what’s it to you

Ronnie: youre not a junkie and youre still the most selfish cunt i know have a word with yourself

Charlie: because I’m not jumping to do exactly what you want, no matter how dumb or shit an idea it is

Charlie: yeah, I’m the problem, alright babe

Ronnie: you reckon you wanna be in my place so bad but you cant even hack it from there

Ronnie: since when have i gotta beg for help off you

Charlie: I wouldn’t act like a dick if anyone from my family reached out

Charlie: and what help? You haven’t asked for help, you wanted me to help you shit on some random kids to make you feel better for 10 seconds

Charlie: if you actually told me anything seriously, if you wanted help and not just someone to get high with

Ronnie: i wanted to fucking leave & cos i didnt its pure fucked now

Ronnie: i am my head is worse than before and you dont give a single shit

Charlie: what did you do

Ronnie: like fuck are you getting the gossip

Charlie: gossip are you serious

Charlie: ‘cos this either is and I’m the shittest mate in the world or it isn’t and it’s ‘gossip’

Ronnie: shittest mate is right weve established it

Charlie: what did you do

Ronnie: fuck you its your fault

Charlie: then tell me what I did bitch

Ronnie: i told you we shouldve gone

Charlie: okay, we should’ve gone

Charlie: go on

Ronnie: you were there

Charlie: yeah, and I was covering for you

Ronnie: yeah well done

Charlie: you say that like I’m meant to know what the fuck you were doing, is my point

Charlie: i was a little busy sorting your mess

Ronnie: you had a cob on over that mess and the one im in after it is loads fucking worse so theres fuck all you can sort for me now

Charlie: calm down and stop being dramatic

Charlie: just tell me and we’ll sort it

Ronnie: fuck off

Ronnie: thank christ i dont need you to calm down

Ronnie: [gonna go get messy obvs so she probably won't reply but if you wanna try go ahead hun]

Charlie: yeah, smack has served you SO well thus far

Charlie: what a great idea

Charlie: come on

Charlie: oh, the silent treatment in return, really

Charlie: very mature

Charlie: I’ll see you when I get home

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cafedanslanuit · 4 years

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Hello! I’m not sure if you’re taking requests right now but is it okay if I request how RFA will react when they find out MC hides about her depression and anxiety because she doesn’t want them to think she’s crazy? I’m going through a lot at the moment and reading these helps me a lot. I’m sorry if this is triggering T-T and thank you in advance

I really hope you’re feeling better. Take it one day at a time and talk it out with someone you trust, it really helps.

Yoosung

Yoosung had always been messy and will always be messy

You usually don’t care too much but lately it’s been getting on your nerves

The last drop is when you find the knives in the napkins drawer

You know it’s not that big of a deal but it’s been happening and lot and these days you just can’t bear with it

You start crying and feel you can’t breathe properly anymore

Yoosung is fucking scared

“Please!! Please, leave everything where it belongs, I– I can’t and…”

“But MC, I didn’t know it bothered you so much, I’m sorry, I–”

“No, Yoosung, I’m tired, I just want a clean place I want everything in its place and I just want the changes to stop, I want it to stop, everything to stop”

He’s not the brightest, but he soon realises you’re upset about something else

Softly he moves forward and starts putting everything in its place. He doesn’t know why it bothers you, but he knows it will make you feel better

You start feeling better, but soon realize you’ve yelled at your boyfriend

You don’t know how to say sorry

“Wanna watch a movie?” he suggests, pretending nothing happened. You joined him and cuddled up on the couch

By the end of the movie, Yoosung pauses it and kisses your cheek

“Are you okay?”

You really don’t want to say anything. You haven’t talked about it with anymore yet.

“I don’t know. I… there’s been too many changes lately. I changed majors and now I’m living here for a while and also that thing with my mom and… I don’t know, I just want something to be the same. I need some order in my life”

He nods and puts his arms around you

“I’ll do my best” he promises “But please know it will go away. You’ll feel better. I never thought I would be able to laugh out loud again and then I met you. You just need some time to adapt”

How can your boyfriend be so lovely

A+

You put on another movie and cuddle up again. This definitely makes you feel better

Zen

He’s the one that will stay up late talking it out with you

He knows what’s like having a hard childhood and it sometimes comes back to him

So it’s not rare for either of you to stay up late on the sofa talking endlessly

You were surprised how easy it was to talk about what made you insecure with him

At first, you didn’t want to share you personal things and Zen could tell. It didn’t matter how he asked you to tell him what was wrong

So then, he tried telling you about his childhood, about the neglect he felt from his parents and brother

And then, telling you about the days when everything seems a little bit grayer became easier

He would pour tea for the both of you and rub your legs while you talked about something that troubled you

He also found it was easier for you to talk about it when he let you play with his hair

He never let anyone do that, but if it made you feel better, he would try it all

When the topic was about being insecure, he would cover your face with kisses, rejoicing in the sound of your laughter

He would braid your hair and you loved it

He had asked the hairdresser at the play he was on to teach him a couple of braids

Sometimes you thought he wanted to initiate sex, but when it came to making you feel better, he would only stick to soft, small kisses on your face, shoulders and hands.

He would tell you over and over how perfect and how lucky he is to have you in his life.

Jaehee

Jaehee hadn’t noticed until she saw a small blood stain on the pillow

She hadn’t cut herself and neither of you were on your period, so it didn’t make sense

She asks you what it could be but you shrug it off

She let it pass, but it had been three days finding different blood stains and she was running out of fresh pillow cases

So she stays up one night, trying to figure out what’s going on

That’s when she sees you biting your nails.

You fall asleep a while later and your girlfriend sees you grabbing the pillow, completely unknowingly.

So the next day after work, she says she wants to talk

She starts telling you about her past

Jaehee had had anxiety episodes in the past but with the help of her psychologist, she was better

Yes, you were surprised when you heard that becaase Jaehee was always incredibly busy, how did she manage to find the time for therapy?

She told you about her panic attacks and how bad they were

So the therapist didn’t became an option, it became to only way out

She still goes once a week for a 40 minute session on work time

Jumin said he needed to have Jaehee available at all times, so if she needed therapy to be the best assistant she could be, so be it.

C&R insurance was great

You’re a nail biter when you’re anxious

So she will take your hand while you’re watching movies to help you relax and try to find comfort in other things rather than your habit

She’s not the best at talking about feelings but will definitely do her best to hear you out

Anytime, any day, anywhere

She wants you to know you can depend on her

Jumin

“Hello, darling” you greet Jumin when he returns to the penthouse after work.

It used to be exhilarating for him when you welcomed him home. It felt like you were already married

But lately, he can see you forcing your smile

An it breaks him

He thinks maybe you’re too tired of organising your wedding. You have meetings all day long and have to deal with lots of people yourself

He offers hiring a wedding planner, but you decline. You tell him you can do this.

One night, after changing into his pajamas, he went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of wine. He saw you walking around the living room, looking for something desperately.

“What are you searching for, love?” he asked

You didn’t answer

He tried asking again and you finally face him. You face is red, your eyes wide open, your hair messier than usual

You tell him you can’t find some documents for the venue. You just had them that afternoon and you can’t find them anymore.

Jumin started looking for them with you but it’s hopeless

“What documents exactly? I’m sure they have a copy and we can get them to send them again so you c–”

He stopped himself when he saw you crying

“Please, let me hire a planner. You’re too tired, it’s devastating to see you like this. Please, MC. We can even have interviews so you pick them”

You shook your head. He embraced you softly, afraid you’ll reject him. But you scooted closer to him, trying to concentrate in the smell of his cologne.

“MC, please. I can’t stand watching you like this everyday”.

“I need to do this, Jumin. I need to. I– I need to focus on this because I don’t want to– I don’t want to start thinking again, I can’t”

“Think about what?”

“I feel so awful about myself lately. I– I don’t know why this happens, I don’t know why I feel the need to disappear but it’s hapenning again so close, so fucking close to our wedding and I thought– I though if I was busy taking care of it I would be too tired to think about it, about how I’m feeling but I can’t, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I lost the document and I keep messing this up so much I can’t, I cant”

You were crying even more than before.

Jumin isn’t the best handling feelings or talking about them, so he just hugged you tightly, trying to tell you it’s safe to open up. You’re safe now that he’s there.

You stayed there a couple of minutes and then he took you to the bathroom. You sat on the toiler lid and saw him preparing a bath. He checks the temperature and then places a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Take your time. I’ll be waiting for you in your bedroom”.

You were staying in the guest’s bedroom until you were married. He had tried giving you the suite but you declined.

Jumin went there, sat on the bed and waited for you.

Half an hour later, you entered the bedroom wearing a fluffy white robe.

He helped you get on the bed and laid by your side, his arms around your body, trying his best to make you feel safe.

“I’m in love with you, MC. I think you’re the best woman I’ll ever meet. I still don’t get how I got so lucky, but I thank whoever put you in my path, because I can’t wait to make you my wife. So please, I’m begging you. Don’t be so hard on the woman I love” he said softly, and kissed the back of your head. “Whenever you’re ready to talk, I’m there. Just call me. Anyday, anytime”.

You intertwined your fingers with his and nodded.

Maybe the next day he could offer a consult with a psychologist so you can talk about whatever is troubling you so much.

But that night, he just wanted to hold you close.

Saeyoung

Oh boy, he knows how bad it can get

In fact he knows how to tell if it’s getting bad again for you

It starts small

It’s a day you don’t eat lunch because you were too busy

But he doesn’t see you anything else to make up for it

Or those night he stays up working and sees you relentlessly turning around in your bed, unable to fall asleep

Or when you’re watching a movie together and you cry when something bad happens

You usually cry with sad movies, yes, but he can tell when it seems you can’t stop crying and he just knows it’s not about the movie anymore

He knows he can’t help, there isn’t a button he can press to fix you

So he really tries

He knows it feels

When he sees you can’t fall asleep, he gets into bed with you. He would wrap you with his arms and pull you close. He would whisper sweet nonsense to your ear and kiss your head and shoulders to make you smile again.

He noticed you fell asleep faster when you were with him

So he did his best to change his schedule so he can work in the morning and cuddle you at night

He fails, because sometimes, after you fall asleep, he goes back to work

But you still love him for trying

He knows when your episode is going away too

You start falling asleep faster and eating snacks between meals

He knows you’ve never openly told him about your episodes, but he knows that when you’re ready, you’ll talk about it

As of now, he’s content to help you get through it

#mystic messenger #mysme #mysme hc #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger headcanon #jumin han #saeyoung choi #hyun ryu #yoosung kim #jaehee kang

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put-a-lil-alright-in-the-world · 4 years

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I am absolutely loving your headcanons! Do you have any for beetlejuice hanging out with the maitlands?

anon....will you marry me? i’ve been waiting for a chance to ramble about my favourite ghosts and their favourite undead guy!!!

ok so the maitlands were pretty wary when beej first made his return, mostly because they were concerned about lydia’s well-being and how his return would impact her

however, once they noticed that him and lydia were back to being BFFFFs forever, and delia was perfectly fine spending time with him, they began to take some steps to get to know him better

after all, they had only really known him for an unsavoury few days, and that version of him was very different from the one that helped lydia with her history homework, or baked cookies with delia

barbara was the first of the pair to actually seek out beej’s company, a few weeks after he moved in with them, when she asked causally if he’d like to help in her garden in the backyard

beej was extremely nervous. after all, the last time he had said more than “good morning” and “good night” to barbara was when he was attempting to exorcise her, and he did NOT want to screw this up because what if she hated him again? what if she decided that she couldn’t live with him and the rest of the family agreed and they sent him back to the netherworld??

he agrees anyways, not wanting to make barbara angry, and follows her out into the garden where she explains that she needs some help planting some flowers that delia brought home from the local nursery (“i chose these because they have very good vibes, you know?”)

the process seems simple enough, and barbara shows him how to properly plant a potted plant before passing him a pot for him to try himself. “dig a hole, pop the plant out of the pot, place the plant in, fill in the dirt”. not too hard, right? right.

he does the first few perfectly, painstakingly making sure not to damage the plants. barbara’s “good jobs” both knock him off his guard and give him enough confidence to start moving a bit faster; a bit more carelessly

on the fourth pot, it hits the fan: he accidentally breaks a few stems when planting a bunch of chrysanthemums, and freezes in place. all he can think is that ‘this is it, this must be it, this is the final straw now I’ve broken stuff like i always break stuff and ruin every good thing and-’

“Lawrence.” barbara’s quiet voice shocks him out of his spiraling and back to reality, where he realizes that he’s been rocking in place, his hands grabbing and pulling at now dark-purple hair. she gently pulls his hands from where they’re wrapped around his hair, and replaces them with one of her own, lightly carding through his hair

they sit out in the garden for a while, just talking about everything: why beej panicked, why he though she would want to kick him out, and why he was so timid around her and adam since he returned. the answer to each seems to be the same: his mother, a response which prompts barbara to say some expletives which i dare not repeat on my good christian blog

barbara does some explaining and clearing-up of things, and when it begins to get dark outside they head into the house. charles, in his infinite wisdom, had thought ahead to order a pizza, so they eat white they talk, letting the conversation slip into more lighthearted topics, like barbara’s choice of topic: “why glass-blowing was her favourite hobby when she was alive”; or beej’s choice of topic: “why barbara was a total nerd when she was alive”

both are entertaining for at least one participant in the conversation, and they both go to bed feeling a bit more comfortable with each other

it’s not very long until adam ends up spending some time with beej too: beej is bored and looking for barbara in the attic, where he finds adam working on the town model.

beej had never really bothered to notice it before, so it takes him by surprise when he realises exactly how intricate and accurate each part of it is. adam, on the other hand, was just thrilled to be able to share his obsession with someone new, so he finds an old miniature house carving that hadn’t made it onto the model (the scaling was wrong by 1/8 of an inch), and offers it to beej to paint

after adam reassures him that no, he won’t be angry if he messes up; and yes, he can paint it whatever colour he wants; and no, he can’t paint a bunch of tiny dicks on it, beej gets to work. he doesn’t have much patience or fine motor skills, and he begins to fidget after working on it for about six minutes, but before long, he’s done

his hair turns yellow when he passes it to adam, but rapidly switches back to green when adam smiles and says an enthusiastic “BJ, this is fantastic!”

though he would never admit it, even under threat of a second death, adam had absolutely no idea what beej had painted onto that miniature house when he complimented it. it was only that evening, after about half an hour of turning and rotating the little house when he finally realized: it was a smudged, not quite accurate rendition of the maitland-deetz house, complete with a messy Big Sandy climbing up the side of the house.

adam doesn’t hesitate to replace the current miniature house on the hill in his model with the one in his hand. the model should reflect the newest member of their family, after all

beej and the maitlands hang out a lot after that. the three of them will often watch movies together. they know that beej is “secretly” (he’s awful at hiding it) terrified of the horror movies that they watch every friday night at lydia’s insistence, so as often as possible they’ll invite beej up to the attic to watch something else

while this does lead to battles over which movie they should watch (adam was absolutely affronted to realize that neither beej nor barbara had ever seen Mean Girls), beej is infinitely grateful to not have to sit through any more slasher flicks, some of which even scare lydia

with barbara, beej keeps helping with the garden. the plants are often askew and in totally absurd arrangements, but barbara doesn’t mind in the slightest. she also teaches him pottery, which he absolutely adores because “hehehe goopy hands”.

he doesn’t make anything recognizable for the first, like, two months, but on christmas he shyly gives her a misshapen, but still functional, pot for her plants. barbara cries, explains to beej that she’s crying because she loves it, and cries some more. beej cant remember being hugged that tightly in his life, but hey, he’s not complaining

adam is the one to teach him how to read. they start small, with lydia’s dog-eared childhood copy of a Dr. Seuss collection. it takes them about eight weeks of hard work, but eventually beej is able to read the entire book himself (which he proceeds to do, aloud, to an uncomfortable, but still extremely proud charles)

adam keeps teaching him, but it’s hard work for beej to struggle through each sentence, so when he wants to hear a story, adam is the first person he turns to to read aloud to him (the second being charles. charles isn’t sure how he feels about that)

anyways yeah they’re hella close and this prompt gave me all the found family feels

#bro i went OFF with this #my final word count was like 1.6K or smt for this #anyways i love writing illiterate beej its so fun #me at the end there: i am once again asking for someone to request charles and beej hcs #hopefully ill get another of these done tonight bc my queue is getting dummy thicc #autistic!beetlejuice #adhd!beetlejuice #did i mention his autism/adhd here? no #are they always inplied whenever i write? hells YES #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice #btmtmtm #beetlejuice headcanon #beetlejuice hc #remy writes #hc tag

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gtseven7 · 4 years

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My Seven Idols

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Summary:

Got7 as highschoolers as they deal with graduation and college at the same time starting up their own Youtube channel as idols.

A/N:

So this is chapter 1. Really, I wasnt supposed to write this thing but it has been bugging me for months and I just cant shake it off okay? I tried resisting thinking, dude you're on your way to the juicy parts of Seven Princes. But whelp I lost a battle within myself and wrote this anyway. I hope you guys like it!

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The click-clacking of the keyboard echoed in the room as Y/N furiously typed the remaining subtitle of the video she had been editing the last few nights. Hitting the export button, the brunette could finally exhale and relax. The beach aesthetic video she had been working on was now in the process of being complete. She just has to wait till it loads to a hundred and her hard work will pay off. Smiling to herself, she minimized the editing software and opened up her InstaBook. She scrolled leisurely, seeing the pictures of her peers and some from her photographer idols. Y/N was examining an aesthetic cityscape picture from one of her favorite photo blogs, Def, when her notification alerted her of a great news. Ding! And the words that popped up from the right corner of her screen made her screech. As it was almost midnight, she had to restrain herself and not wake her parents. But she can’t help the giggle that escaped her mouth. She quickly clicked the pop up. It said: pjy_01 updated his profile picture. When the picture loaded, Y/N's jaw almost unhinged. Park Jinyoung a.k.a. Mr. Student Council President rarely posts a picture of himself. His feed was usually just books, food and random sceneries. He did have few self-taken pictures and Y/N was happy with it (some of them are really just bad quality but she’ll take it) but this one? This one’s just beautiful, amazing, gift from the heavens. He was sitting on a comfy white couch, staring directly at the camera with puppy eyes. His white button up was slightly unbuttoned(!!) as he wore an innocent face and a cute peace sign as a cherry on top. Y/N was just about to scream and jump around. But before that, she made sure to save the picture in her Jinyoung Stash folder. “Woah. What is this Jinyoung? You should always post things like this. I’ll be a happy woman.” She sighed dreamily, staring at her screen but missed the notification of her software that finished exporting her video.

Y/N was rudely interrupted when her phone suddenly rang. Not even looking at the caller id, she answered the call with an annoyed tone. “What?” No one would be phoning her at this time other than her best friend. “Yo chill out Y/N.” Youngjae laughed at the other end, knowing he most likely disturbed her from her hobby. Which isn’t entirely false, he just didn’t know that the hobby at the moment was staring at their president and not videography. ”It’s midnight Youngjae, what do you need?” She elicited another hearty laugh from the guy. Any other circumstance, she’ll laugh along since his laugh is contagious but this time was not it. “Well?”

“Geez, aren’t you such a joy tonight. I’m just gonna ask if you already finished the essay homework due tomorrow.”

Blank silence. It was then that Y/N laughed at the ridiculing situation. Homework? Was there ever one? And she voiced it out, still half cheerful and half threatening. Youngjae might be pranking her once again. “The essay homework Mr. Kwon asked us to do. The one about Romeo and Juliet. Don’t tell me you don’t remember?” Youngjae chuckled a little too, thinking that his friend was making fun of him. When the only sound he heard was the bark of his cute dog Coco beside him, Youngjae started to sweat. “You haven’t done a single thing didn’t you?!”

“I think I’m gonna puke. Youngjae-ahh~ What do I do?!”

Y/N's eyes bugged out, realizing that yes, there is indeed an essay due tomorrow. And it is for Mr. Kwon’s subject, her most feared teacher. Oh how that teacher terrifies her whole being. How could she be so stupid?! “Youngjae!!! What do I do? What do I do?!” Panic was starting to rise from her gut, her heart beating too fast that even midnight coffee can’t do. Add the obvious panic in her bestfriend’s voice on the other end, it made things worse for her. “I don’t know! Uh… I can lend you mine? Just modify some parts. Paraphrase things…”

“Oh my God Youngjae I love you. You’re the best!!”

“You owe me one Y/N.”

“I do, I do. Thanks so much.”

They bid goodnight to each other, Youngjae promising to pick her up from her house so she won’t be late; she once again praised his goodness before hanging up. And as promised, he sent her his homework, Jinyoung’s picture on her screen forgotten. Y/N once again typed relentlessly through the night.

“I bet Jinyoung never had a problem like this. Y/N you must do better!”

That motivation fueled her to write the essay about Romeo and Juliet even if she didn’t understand what it was about aside from it being a romance story. Little did the sophomore videographer know, her high pedestaled president sat on his chair under the dim light of his study desk at the same time as her. He was hunched in concentration on the essay he stalled on doing days before it was to be submitted.

No words flowed, his pen stuck mid-air. “Argh. What the heck is this shit about anyway?” Jinyoung huffed as he crumpled his nth paper and tossed it in the bin beside him. His brain was not cooperating with him that night and it’s just frustrating. Why does he have to explain why the economy of their country is not thriving as it used to? It’s just plain bullshit to be honest. He had mountains of council work the past few days and he wasn’t able to attend few classes including the class he was supposed to write this essay for. This is why he hates skipping, when things like this essay arrive, he doesn’t know what to do. He didn’t have time to read up everything that’s why he just went straight to bluffing his way out of the conclusion of the paper. The distracting noise of the instrument app on Jaebeom’s phone didn’t help him much either. “You have your own room, your own bed. Why are you always here?” His housemate just shrugged and continued his melody making. It was sounding good to be honest, not that his friend ever made a bad song but the other’s process was just making the writing too difficult for him. “How can I even finish when you distract me like this?”

“One, Jinyoung, it was your fault for not doing it earlier. Two, you are not distracted by my music. You just don’t want to do that stupid paper.”

And it hit him too well. He’s right. Most times, Jaebeom’s music calms him but this time his brain just straight up refuses to do a thing. His long haired companion exited the app after saving his work. Jaebeom laid down on Jinyoung’s bed. He patted the space beside him, encouraging the other to lie down with him and sleep. “Don’t push yourself too hard. Get some sleep first, you’ve had a harsh week.”

“Get out of my bed.”

“Hmm…”

And with that, Jaebeom closed his eyes to sleep. He’s not a fast sleeper per se, he’s just waiting for Jinyoung to join him but he didn’t. He opened his eyes just a slit saw the student body president scribbling again with a determined face.

Few hours after, it was almost three in the morning. Jinyoung has to get up at six to prepare for their eight o’clock class. He doesn’t like not sleeping properly but for the sake of that damned paper, he had to sacrifice. He sighed once again and turned off the lamp. Looking to his right, he saw his friend sleeping peacefully, facing him from the farther half of the bed. Jinyoung shook his head in exasperation. He sat on the unoccupied side and stared at his friend of ten years. His face lax and serene. The nose ring glints under the soft glow of the stars from the window. Jinyoung’s hand inched towards the other’s face, stopping midway. He clenched his fist and brought it back to himself. ‘Ah, I really wanna remove that nose ring so badly.’

Morning came and the sunlight was harsh on Y/N’s face. She finished her essay in time, luckily. She trudged along the hallways of their small house, the only thing that woke her up completely was the smell of fresh bacon being cooked. She quickly ate her breakfast, showered and said goodbye to her parents with a tired smile. The sound of the bell announced the arrival of Youngjae by their door. She opened it and her friend almost screamed bloody murder. “I thought a zombie came out to eat me.”

“Shut up.”

Youngjae laughed and slung an arm on her shoulders. He ruffled her already messy hair further. “Did you finish the write up?” She gave a gloomy thumb’s up while yawning, earning a giggle from the boy. “Ah seriously, you should take care of your studies more Y/N.”

“Says you. You were up all night long playing. I can see it on the bags under your eyes.”

“At least I finished my work before doing so, unlike someone I know…”

Y/N clicked her tongue in disapproval but she knows he’s right though. “I got carried away with the good shots I had when me and Yeji went to the beach last week. Aah, I made such a good video last night.” Youngjae smiled at her friend as he watched her walk half asleep.

Y/N and Youngjae were friends since they were toddlers. With their mothers practically sisters because of their closeness, and their houses are just one backyard away from each other, the two developed a close friendship. Oftentimes they’d be hanging out in their places, playing video games or reading comics. Although when they started to grow up more, they drifted away slightly, having different circles of friends. That didn’t bother the two of them though. They thought that it’s better to have their friendship outside school so that they won’t get sick seeing each other’s faces all the time. With this, they rarely go to school together anymore. Their classmates are in the dark about their closeness as well.

Youngjae pulled out his phone and scrolled his pictures. He suddenly got excited about showing his bestfriend about his dog’s new outfit he bought recently. “Y/N, Y/N, look at Coco. I bought a new shirt. It’s so cute.” He practically shoved the phone on her eyes but it didn’t matter much to her as she was as excited as him. They practically raised that cute dog together. “Omo! Coco’s so adorable!” They were both bouncing on their steps as they look at the dog’s pictures posing differently with each new clothing. The two of them were cooing. “Ah, Coco is such a joy.”

"Y/N!”

They both stopped on their tracks when they heard a familiar voice. It was Yeji, Y/Ns other bestfriend outside Youngjae (he’s still the bestest but Yeji doesn’t know that). She happily waved at her two classmates, a teasing smile forming on her face already. ‘Youngjae and Y/N walking together eh? How interesting!’

Yeji’s appearance was their cue to head apart so Y/N smiled at Youngjae and said goodbye. “See ya later in class!” He just hummed in agreement, seeing as his peers are also in sight. He waved at Yeji and parted with Y/N He walked towards his other friends and greeted them.

"So Youngjae huh?”

“What about him?”

“Nothing…” Which wasn’t true because now she is sporting a silly smile on her face. Probably imagining things outside of this world and conjuring up different ways how her friend and Youngjae fall in love. Yeji is a fangirl at heart and she just ships everybody. She never imposes it to everyone though, she’s just happy to think about it and keep it to herself. Amazingly enough though, the people she secretly shipped usually ends up together at some point. But Y/N knows her too well and she knows the outlandish things going in her mind right now. “We just happened to meet along the way Yeji.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

The school entrance as it always is, was full of commotion. More so today than usual. Y/N saw a hoard of students lining up the gate with annoyed expressions. ‘Ah, it’s probably President Jinyoung.’ She giggled to herself, happy to see him early in the morning. She’s still a little bit over the moon with his latest picture. “Do I look okay?”, that question snapped Y/N out of her daydream (the picture still lingering at the back of her mind). Yeji took out a small mirror and checked herself out. She combed her hair with her fingers, checked her uniform, straightened everything that doesn’t look ironed out. “You know he just nags at those who violate badly. We’ll never get reprimanded.” Yeji breathed deeply as she puts her mirror back to her bag. “I’m just making sure you know. I don’t want those cold eyes stare at me. It’s scary.” Y/N wanted to protest, ‘Jinyoung’s not scary! It’s a part of his charm!’ but a whine stopped her from doing so. While they were talking, they have pushed inside the crowd to get in and not be late for class. They reached the front where Jinyoung was standing sternly, his mouth thinned in disapproval. “Bhuwakul. How many times do I have to confiscate that earrings of yours?!”

“Why are you so keen on getting these anyway? Would I do better in my tests if I don’t wear them?” The boy, with his id lace yellow (which means he’s a *freshie), was so close to stomping his feet. But Jinyoung was not fazed and just stared at the boy with a piercing stare. “If you wear them, would you do better? No right? So hand them to me. You violated the school dress code. Come get it at my office after school.”

The people around them were murmuring, Y/N even caught what the others are saying. They think that Jinyoung was being unreasonable and harsh for no reason. ‘Which isn’t true! He just cares about what the students of this school looks like.' The sophomore turned to glare at the onlookers that defamed their president. ‘Ungrateful fools.’ But she was startled when the tall boy (oh my he’s tall) beside the one named Bhuwakul spoke innocently. “Let him be, he probably just wants to wear your earrings.” Even Yuna, the student council secretary, was shocked at the carefree manner of his dialogue. The president just raised his right eyebrow, “Kim Yugyeom, button up your uniform and tie your necktie properly.” and reprimanded the other freshie without hesitation. Yugyeom grimaced a bit but did what he was told. ‘You should be the one buttoning your clothes last night President huhu’

Despite the commotion at the front gate (which happens almost everyday as Jinyoung loves to greet the student body with “Rule # 5 under the clause of the dress code law….), Y/N and the students of their campus managed to get to their class safely. When they entered their homeroom, Y/N and Yeji was greeted by Ga Young, another friend of theirs. It seemed that she had only arrived a few minutes before them. “Yo! Entrance was pretty hectic today.”

Yeji made a face and flipped her brow wavy hair away from her face as if she was hassled on their way over. “Ugh, don’t tell us. We had to push our way out earlier.” They both giggled and chattered mindlessly about the events that morning.

“Don’t you think the foreigner freshie earlier was kind of cute?” Ga Young said dreamily, looking at the ceiling as if he could see his face there. “Oh, that one with the earrings?”

“Yep. We’re blessed with another foreigner beauty.” That’s true, the videographer thought. He’d look good on camera.

“Yeon Seo isn’t a foreigner.” Y/N countered, debating that her friend’s crush wasn’t exactly from another country. He grew up in their city just like everyone else is.

“He’s a half-half though.”

“The tall freshie had a face too.”

Yeji and Ga Young started to talk about the new eye candy they found. Those two are fans of idols, especially the amateur ones they have in their school. Y/N absentmindedly listened to the two’s gossip. Sometimes she thinks she’s in a webtoon or something. These kinds of things exist on books and comics even dramas that she consumes. Y/N still can’t believe such things are in her reality. Aren’t groups of popular boys with a cheesy group name only in fiction? She wondered if it’s possible that this is not a real world.

“But you know, I heard rumors that Bhuwakul's gay.”

That piqued Y/N's interest. Not that there’s any problem with being gay, the rumor just caught her interest. Not many people are brave enough to admit their sexuality in their community so it was pretty interesting.

“Eh? Who told you?”

“My freshie cousin told me. He said that he’s close with girls and gives fashion advice. He’s on the softer side as well.”

Huh… Y/N thought it was a baseless rumor after all. “That doesn’t mean he’s gay though.”

“That’s true.”

When the talk about the foreign freshie Bhuwakul ended, the other two started to talk about their favorite topic once again. The Five Roses. Y/N was just done with that subject and had heard enough to last her a lifetime. She couldn’t even understand why the girls in their school seemed to be under their spell. In Y/N’s opinion, they aren’t that good looking. Heck, even Mr. Cold Eyes Jinyoung was much more handsome. ‘Especially if they saw last night’s picture. How come they don’t talk about it?!’

“Ji Woo looked handsome today too!”

‘Oh come on, even Youngjae looks better than that guy.’ At the thought of her bestfriend, she turned to glance at him. He seemed to have caught her and gave him those warm sunny smiles that made her heart beat a bit faster. Even if she doesn’t consider her childhood friend as a man, she’s sure that he’s a good looking guy.

//next

#got7 #got7 fanfic #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #jackson wang #park jinyoung #kim yugyeom #mark tuan #bambam #choi youngjae #im jaeboem #got7 fic #my seven idols

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mystic-kitten-writer · 4 years

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OMG HOEE YOURE BACK -tears of happiness- I cant wait till chapter 32!!!!!! Cpuld we pretty please have a lil teaser? No pressure. I just need to a taste of your goodness 😇 Luv yaa gurl 😉

I’M BACK BITCCHESS 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

LOOL - of course, you can sweetie! I love dropping teasers, it keeps me motivated 🥰

Here is the teaser! It’s the start, a nice lil’ taste of this crazy chapter because boooooyyy does shit hit the fan in this chapter. Enjoy~!

Rating: SFW

Words: 2000 (a tiny tease, I gotta save some content for when I post 😅)

Notes: WIP; not edited and subject to change, my loves :) Also, I noticed that the start of this chapter is decepitvely sweet for the shit that is about to happen lol - I’m evil.

~ Ying Yue Jiang ~

“You know…you have beautiful eyes, Princess.”

“Awe, thanks, Sokka.”

“Too bad your face is ugly.”

“I swear-”

The immature hoots that erupted from Sokka were loud and clear. His belly rumbled in amusement, entertained at my exasperated expression as I rested over his stomach.

We were lounging in Zuko’s and I bedroom, munching on cookies on our bed, despite it being early in the morning. Zuko already rose and went for a morning jog – and I would be lying if I said I didn’t use the excuse of me being under the weather to avoid that run.

It was as Zuko was leaving that Sokka busted through the grand doors, still in his polar bear pyjamas, with a plate of cookies in hand – “I wanted to check up on Princess, see how she’s feeling.”

And that leads us to where we were now.

I grumbled under my breath, stuffing another fresh-baked chocolate-chip cookie into my mouth as Sokka beamed down at me. Despite the pointless banter and teasing, Sokka and I were venting to each other; I was beyond happy. I never realized how much I missed spending time with him – he was my partner in crime, the person who helped me learn to laugh again.

And while Sokka has been my side from the beginning – we never got a chance to hang out as much as I would’ve wanted. Appreciate the presence of each other, even though ‘sibling time’ means tons of teasing and humiliation.

A hand rested behind his head as he leaned against the bedframe, stuffing another cookie in his mouth. His hair has grown so much already.

Usually, it was up in a messy top knot, but today, he let his hair down. Zuko still had the lengthiest hair out of the guys, but Sokka was starting to prove himself to be a worthy competitor. I was always jealous of how attractive Katara’s and Sokka’s brown hair was. There were natural blond highlights, and it complimented their baby blue eyes.

“Hey…did Aang bring Momo?” I pondered out loud; brows pinched as I tried to recall the last time I saw that mischievous creature. He was already so infuriatingly elusive, but now that we were in the Kingdom, it was like he vanished.

“Yeah, but you know how Momo is…” Sokka mumbled under his breath, more focused on chewing the cookie stuffed in his mouth than answering my question.

“I haven’t seen him once!” I exclaimed, and Sokka snorted, “Join the club. I asked Aang the other day, told me Momo is hiding out in the kitchen.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes hearing that – of course, Momo is there. Appa would’ve joined Momo if he were here and could fit.

“Explains why the kitchen staff is panicking. They keep complaining that the food keeps disappearing – scared it could be a ghost.”

“You know what would be really funny…” Sokka mused, and based off the tone alone – I knew he was thinking of something evil. My mouth opened and closed, fighting the temptation to ask because I knew better. There was a reason why Sokka and I got along; we were the definition of dumb and dumber.

My lips puckered, and the next thing I knew, I turned on my side, facing Sokka eagerly.

“What’s your plan?”

Right away, Sokka grinned, sitting upright. I yelped, body rolling onto his lap, and in a bold move – he put down the plate of sweets on the bed. He means business.

“What if we covered Momo in flour – make him look like a ghost? The kitchen staff would lose their minds.”

“Sokka~! I can already imagine the mess.”

“And I can already imagine the looks on their faces when they see a ghost.”

I huffed, crossing my arms. “No, Zuko will kill me if he finds out it was us.”

“Keyword, if.”

“Where is Katara when you need her?!” I groaned to myself. If Katara were here, she would’ve shut down this plan before Sokka could even think of it. She was the mother of the group for a reason – she kept us all in check.

I grabbed a cookie from the plate that Sokka set aside, shoving it against Sokka’s lips. “Lie back down and eat a cookie.” I pestered, the only way I knew how to distract him. Sokka laughed against the cookie I practically stuffed, trying to chew the whole thing in one go.

“Aren’t you excited? She’s arriving tonight.” He mumbled between chomps. An enormous smile appeared on my lips, brushing my bedhead hair away from my face. “I can’t wait!” I gushed, body sprawling across the bed as I hugged my teddy bear close to my chest.

My gaze shifted upwards, staring at the wooden lined ceiling above us, with a silly look. It’s been how long since I’ve last seen Katara? It felt like forever, but I knew it was only a few months. Woah…me and Zuko haven’t been dating for that long, have we?

It felt like Zuko, and I have been together for years – but not in a bad way. I just felt so comfortable with him. Our routines, how open we are with each other, it was surprising to think that we haven’t been together for that long. But also look at everything that happened, everything we have gone through together…

It’s no surprise we’re as close as we are. We practically went through everything a couple may experience over their lifetime in a span of a few months. Add in the fact that he’s the ruler of a nation – things get a bit complicated.

“She’s going to freak out when she hears everything that is going on.”

I pouted, snapping my head towards Sokka, “She doesn’t know?”

He frowned, his silliness gone and face stern, “No. We didn’t want to give too much information via messenger bird or attached to Appa. It could get intercepted. It’s not worth the risk.”

A blue silence fell between us; my gaze returned to the ceiling, lost in my thoughts. Despite all the smiles, the giggles, the sweet moments of bliss – that didn’t change the current chaos around us. Mai is a traitor, Azula is back, and Yakone-

It was like someone punched me.

The mere mention of Yakone had a shiver running up my spine, the hairs on my arms rising in terror. Zuko didn’t mention his name once around me, and I wonder if it was because he knew how shaken up I was after the incident.

And the worst part of it all was I still had the handkerchief Yakone gave me that night when he comforted me, hidden away in my vanity. Gosh, I should’ve thrown it out, burnt it –anything, but keeping it. I didn’t know why I even kept the stupid thing. Maybe it was to remind me that he wasn’t that evil as a man?

That there was still a little bit of good left in him.

Yakone knew my family’s crane story. Dumb luck? He’s also a Bloodbender. But Aang told me that-

“Princess…how is your ‘Fire Nation Politics’ lessons going?” Sokka asked, his voice cutting my thoughts in half. I couldn’t help but jump slightly in surprise, and right away, Sokka’s hand fell over my forehead, a soothing gesture spotting my uneasiness.

“Hmm? S-sorry, I didn’t hear properly.” I mumbled quickly, looking up at Sokka. He rolled his eyes at my aloofness, flicking my head before speaking again, “You’re lessons involving politics. Zuko told me you’ve been learning a few things.”

I groaned loudly.

Gosh, bloody Fire Nation politics.

The moment I accepted that stupid Imperial Consort seal, I’ve had to brush up on my Fire Nation knowledge. From previous Fire Lords, customs, family trees, and laws – I wanted to cry. It wasn’t that it wasn’t interesting, it was just so much information thrown at me at once.

My hands fell over my face as I internally sobbed.

“It’s so difficult. I understand the basics, but the system here seems so backwards at times.” I whined into my hands, venting all the annoyance I had bottled up. There were so many things going on; at this point, I felt like I was memorizing words rather than understanding.

But knowing the rules did help out and gave me the chance to fire that meanie of a councilmember…Maybe I did understand more than I was giving myself credit for. But with everything else going on at the moment, my head hurt tons.

“Why don’t you ask Zuko to help you out, Princess? He is kind of like, the Fire Lord.” My hands dropped from my face, opting to throw my arms into the air in defeat. “I don’t want to bother Zuko. He has so much on his plate. I want to do this on my own.”

“But Princess, this is his job. He’ll help if you ask– he wants to help.”

I huffed to myself, biting my lips in frustration, “I know, but…I-uhh-I don’t know. I don’t want to. Have you seen the book I had to read for this week?”

Sokka shook his head, and I grumbled to myself, “On my nightstand. See that ridiculously thick book? Yeah, try reading a page and not fall asleep.” Sokka laughed at the evident disgust in my voice, grinning madly as he reached to his side. Just thinking about the book had me shivering in fear.

But I was trying.

Watching the way Zuko worked on a daily, it made me want to work just as hard. I wanted the prove everyone wrong – that I wasn’t some arm candy for Zuko. That I knew what I was doing…

Sometimes; it felt like Zuko was the only one who believed in me in this kingdom. I won the people’s hearts – now I had to prove to the council that I can do this.

I closed my eyes, letting my arm rest over my eyes, the migraine that I’ve had still dully throbbing.

It was strange, for the past five or so days, I kept fluctuating from feeling better to isolating myself in bed. My body was hurting; my head felt like a hot mix of heavy and aching. Was having a cold always this annoying? I usually had Katara heal me; I haven’t experienced a full-blown illness in years.

“I’m gonna read where you have your bookmark,” Sokka spoke, and I merely nodded.

Although…I don’t remember having a bookmark in my book…I didn’t make it far enough to bother putting one. I could hear Sokka snort as if he was trying to sniffle in a laugh-

“Yesterday, Zuko used the lounging area after our bath, and I couldn’t be happier! He looked sooooo cute sitting there, reading. He almost fell asleep-”

“OH MY GOSH SOKKA STOP!” I screamed. This asshole was reading my bloody journal!

#ask me anything #Limerence #Zuko x reader #Zuko x OC #Zuko love story #Atla

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arthur-morgan-slap-my-ass · 5 years

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First Light

Anonymous said: How do you feel about some soft touching and kissing with Arthur, maybe throw in some smut if you feel like it? *wink wink*

AN: According to my girlfriend, reading this is like clicking in a pornhub link, so I hope y’all like it. It’s really sweet and cute and I wrote is part of a challenge to her!!!! As always, thank u bby @winters-uprise for being my beta and forcing me to write!!!

Word Count: 2500 of tooth rotting smut

Summary: Nature getaways, soft touching in the dark, lovey dovey moments, a true unthinkable amount of sweet possessiveness, sleepy sex (in a way) and a lot of ‘i love you’s.

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Stirred from sleep, you lazily registered the distant feeling of someone touching you. It was late — far too late for the lights to still be on, the only source of it being the half-dead bonfire Arthur had lit a few hours ago when putting together your camp. You kept your eyes closed, slowly coming to your senses and breathing softly against the man’s chest; hot and solid, next to your face.

“That’s it,” Arthur cooed gently, swiping your hair from your face to press a kiss to the dip between the corner of your eye and nose, “nice ‘n easy.”

Your brain slowly started to catch up to the moment and the slow rocking of Arthur’s hands between your thighs. His fingers were already knuckle deep in your already sore pussy, his essence from earlier adding up to your growing wetness. His knee pressed up, parting your thighs further and you whimpered, trying to open your eyes; still groggy.

“Arthur—“

“No talkin’,” he cut you with a hoarse voice, “eyes closed, yeah, jus’ like that.”

His lips pressed to your neck, his body coaxing yours to go limp under the naughty attention he was showering you with. You keened lowly, fisting at the soft fabric of his sleepshirt in desperation. Arthur hummed, nibbling on the sweet spot just below your jawline.

“Ain’t no one that can make you feel like that,” he whispered in your ear, so intoxicatingly sweet it left you dizzy and breathless, “ain’t that so, sweetheart?”

You nodded quickly, moaning quietly as Arthur bit down on the junction between your neck and shoulder. The pad of his thumb brushed on your clit, making you jolt under the weight of his body and eliciting a pleased growl from him. Your breathing quickened and you tried to keep your eyes squeezed shut, spreading your thighs some more for him and the sensations he had to offer.

It burned a little, but you didn’t mind — at times, neither you or Arthur wanted to be slow and gentle, the loving caresses you’d trade in your tent back at the camp never enough to quench your thirst and need for each other. His fingers scissored your pussy, torturously slowly, with a deliberate sense of purpose that evaded your mind for the time being.

“Pretty,” Arthur cooed once more, his voice dripping with praise, “so pretty, sweetheart,” he brushed his thumb more firmly down on the little bud of nerves and you hiccupped a gasp, turning your face to press it to the thickness of his neck. “Easy, easy…”

You opened your mouth, wanting to say something — anything —, but ultimately decided against it and snapped it shut. Arthur chuckled darkly, pressing a kiss to your forehead, a silent praise to your obedience as he started pumping his fingers slowly; middle and index fingers making slow come-hither motions. If you were in a better state of mind, not as drowsy and pliable, the sound of your wetness would’ve caused you to blush and hide your face in embarrassment, but that wasn’t the case.

“Wanna come for me?,” Arthur asked in a hushed voice, a soft teasing lilt to it, a condescending tone that wouldn’t appear during daytime. You nodded, because of course you did, keening lowly at his words. “I know, darlin’… keep goin’, that’s it…”

His fingers prodded further and this time you gasped when he pushed them deeper and rubbed up against the tender spot that made you see stars. You cried softly, moaning from deep within your chest, and Arthur encouraged you with low praises and gentle kisses. The contrast was intoxicating, the tenderness he offered when kissing and touching you against the harsh tone he had used on you earlier and the imposing instance he had adopted now.

“Make the prettiest lil’ sounds, don’t ya?,” he teased, slowing the rocking of his fingers in your pussy — and you whined in protest, clasping a hand around his forearm with a feeble sort of desperation. Arthur smiled, seemingly amused, “what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You squirmed under him rubbing your thighs together and canting your hips more fully towards his touch. You knew he was trying to make you speak up, teasing to see if you’d break, but you held back. Squeezing his wrist, you pushed at his hands, giving a shuddering breath when he brushed his thumb on the small bundle of nerves on top of your pussy.

“You want this?,” Arthur inquired, rubbing your clit slowly in a wide circle, but you wanted — needed — more. “Like that, huh?”

Shaking your head, you spread your thighs further, eyes still closed and oblivious to just how much the man could see of your wanton display. You were shivering, breathing harshly and quite fairly beyond yourself with pleasure. Arthur hummed in satisfaction.

“Yer so wet for me, sweetheart,” he commented, the soft lilt of tease back in his voice. It was amazing how Arthur was able to drive you up the walls with want, how he was this loving man and a teasing devil in bed; both sides of a same coin you had grown to love with time. “I bet you really wanna cum now, ain’t that so?”

You nodded feverishly, clinging to his arm now; you wanted to plead and cry for him, make release come quicker for you, but he dragged on.

“That’s a good girl,” Arthur praised, now pressing down on your clit and resuming the pumping of his fingers, the remaining drips of his own come flowing out of your cunt and smearing the lips, “such a good, good girl…”

Feeling lightheaded and dizzy, you clung to him — his voice, his smell, his presence, just anything you could anchor yourself with. You opened your mouth in a silent plea, tensing up under Arthur’s knowing touch. He had always known how to work you up to orgasm, surprisingly so; with gentle touching and pressure just on the right spots and it was—

You moaned, clawing at his arm and not knowing where to hold onto — the fabric of the sleepshirt or his forearm between your legs. It was too much, you thought feebly, just too—

“Cum for me, darlin’,” Arthur commanded in a hushed voice, one that left no space for arguing and you did.

You cried out, canting your hips and trying to accompany his hand as they worked your orgasm out of your body, your mind going on overdrive and feeling fuzzy at the same time as you peaked over; but Arthur kept going, still his expert fingers in and out of your pussy in rhythm.

“That’s it,” he cooed when you keened softly, trying to push his hand away before it became too much, but he didn’t give in, “just givin’ what you needed, ain’t that so sweetheart?”

With a fervent nod of your head, you tried closing your thighs — a clear contradiction from your side on that matter, but you didn’t care, because Arthur was still touching you and—

He chuckled, pulling his fingers away from your pussy with an embarrassingly loud wet sound. You shuddered, heaving out a short lived breath — because Arthur pushed his fingers in your mouth, not roughly, not like that, but insistently. You took his digits in, sucking on your juices the way you knew he wanted, and that made him groan. Holding his hand in yours, you lapped at his fingers slowly, almost languidly, until they were clean and you were left with the pungent taste of your own release on your tongue.

“Good girl,” Arthur growled, pulling your mouth to his for a fervent kiss, all teeth and tongue, but you could tell he was just as sleepy as you, despite the arousal. “So good,” he kept praising, kissing your temple and coaxing you to nuzzle into his chest; and of course you did, making Arthur sigh and smooth the unruly curls of your messy hair.

But you weren’t done with him, not yet. Your hand caressed the small bit of exposed skin up from his chest to his neck, your lips finding the stubbly skin there and carefully nipping at it. Arthur hummed appreciatively and you could feel the tiny tremor of his body at your gentle touching, the way he’d always do when you kissed his neck. You still had your eyes closed, refusing to acknowledge the distant purple or daylight slowly creeping in; but still not enough to illuminate the woods around you.

“I love you,” Arthur breathed out, holding you in his arms in a lazy hug and you gave him a noncommittal answer from the back of your throat, one that you both knew meant that you loved him too. It was an inside joke, since you had said it first and Arthur had panicked for a second and did the same — simply hummed at your confession, all those months ago, before properly saying it. You thought it was adorable.

“Why do you get to talk now?,” you teased, snaking a hand below the coarse fur blanket to palm Arthur’s exposed sex. You both hadn’t bothered to dress up after having sex earlier that night. "Thought it was my turn to make ya feel good.”

Arthur shuddered a breath out, pulsing with interest in your hand. “Don’t get so cocky now, darlin’…”

You smiled wickedly, giving his shaft a gentle squeeze, to which Arthur responded with a soft groan. “So responsive, ain’t you?”

He chuckled lightly, shuffling his body closer to yours. “Stop teasin’ me,” he muttered, kissing your cheek, your eyelids and your forehead before settling to rest his chin on top of your head. “Just wanna have a good time…”

You started pumping him slowly, drawing a breathy moan from him. Arthur was always so responsive, with his small groans and held back moans; minimally vocal even at Camp to let you know just how much he loved it when you touched him. “Sound so good, Arthur…,” you whispered to him, kissing the faded scar on his chin; and Arthur shuddered when you swiped your thumb over the head of his sex.

“Yeah,” he agreed numbly, voice with the edge of a plea to it, his hips already thrusting shallowly against your hand. “Yeah,” he repeated, and you hummed sweetly at him, as if shushing his half pleas.

Arthur shivered when you picked up the pace, twisting your hand the way you knew he liked. “You’re so good, too,” you praised some more, now kissing his jawline, “so good, aren’t you?”

He moaned lowly, lips parting, and moved a hand to take a hold of your hip; touch heavy and hot on your bare skin. “This ain’t fair…,” Arthur complained weakly and you gave him another squeeze, cooing softly at his shivering breath. “You’re way better at this.”

“Shhh,” you hushed his complaint with a gentle press of your lips to his neck, giving it a teasing bite, “you sound so pretty like this, just can’t help it.”

You smiled pleasantly when Arthur moaned half in frustration and lust, his hips bucking against your hand in a sudden move. He sighed when you squeezed at his shaft, giving it a few more pumps before sliding your hand down to cup at his heavy balls; and at that, Arthur sucked a breath in. You were still to find out just how sensitive he was down there, but so far your careful and gentle prodding had proved fruitful. With a soft murmur of praise, you pecked at his lips, exploring fingers slowly caressing the sensitive skin and drawing out hushed curses and held back moans from him.

“I love you,” you whispered, careful to sound as intoxicatingly sweet as he had before when talking to you, “I love you so much.”

Arthur whimpered, moving his hand down to yours to make you hold onto his straining shaft, the skin of it velvety and the flesh firm under your touch. You hummed a small, “yeah?,” to him, to which he nodded and you didn’t have to open your eyes to know he was close and desperate. Pumping slowly, you drew the foreskin of his cock back to expose its head, and Arthur hiccupped a sinfully needy gasp; pulling your face to his for a needy kiss.

“I love you,” he managed in between kisses, with surprisingly soft voice despite the breathlessness. You quickened the pace, pumping him more quickly now and Arthur shuddered, pressing his forehead to yours and you could feel his breathing fanning over your face. Arthur shivered, hiccupping out the small aching sounds that he always did when he was able to get loud with you, and you pressed your lips to the high of his cheekbone.

With a sweet murmur, you brushed the sensitive skin of his face with the tip of your nose, in a loving motion, “do you wanna cum for me, darling?”

Arthur cursed, bucking his hips up into your hand and whimpered shortly after, and you noticed it wouldn’t be much longer from now. You made an understanding noise, almost condescending at him, kissing his face before settling for his lips where you nibbled at and pulled. He tensed then, breathing turning ragged and halted, and you pumped him faster, a sweet coo in your voice, “I love you.”

That seemed to be the breaking point for him, and Arthur moaned finally, his cock twitching in your hand as you felt the hot spurts of his cum splashing on your thighs and hip. You teased a few kisses out of him, his whole body and demeanor pliant and sweet for you, as he sighed his pleasure and you slowed down your stroking; not stopping yet to allow him to ride out whatever was left of his orgasm.

He canted his hips to you a few more times, sighing in pleasure at both your soft kisses and touching before stilling completely. You drew out one more spurt of cum from him, letting go of his cock when he hissed at the stimulus.

“Don’t know what I did to deserve ya,” Arthur commented with a small chuckle and you huffed at his comment, snuggling close to him and not minding the still warm cum on your leg.

“Ain’t getting rid of me that soon, lovey,” you whispered to the skin of his neck, pressing a soft kiss to the pulse point. You cracked your eyes open slightly, catching the glimpse of greyish morning sunlight, before closing them once more. It wasn’t time to get up just yet. “I love you.”

Arthur hummed something noncommittal, making you smile.

He’d wake you up again in a few hours for breakfast, you knew that, but you wanted to pretend there were no obligations for the both of you. No Camp to look after, no Dutch, no people to look after besides the both of you.

You’d pretend that this small piece of heaven was your reality.

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May I present to you- the babs

Okay so let me start off by saying I legit worked on these guys ALL day yesterday, mind you a few breaks of course! even then uhh breaks... didnt do me much good... my arm hurt like a b i t c h- but im super proud- god, just, these babs are gonna be fun to write with ....eventually- not now- god no- arm machine broke- I’ll put this under a keep reading btw so it aint too much a hassle

Names: Ashton (Ashton is the Sniper), Vincent (Vincent is the Spy and he's the leader of the group), and finally Erwin (he's the Medic) | Nicknames: Ash, Vin (Ash loves to call him Vinny much to his dismay but eh he'll be fine), and Erwin doesn't really have any nicknames he cares for tbh- just call him by his name | Genders: Male | Species/Race: Androids/Robots | Heights: Ashton is 8'7", Vincent is 9'5" making him the tallest of the group, and Erwin is only 5'0" making him the shortest of our lovely little group here | Hair Colors: Ashton's hair color (not that'll ye'll see much of it, he usually keeps his hat on) but his hair color is: Hickory Brown and honestly its just super messy underneath that hat, Vincent's hair is Pitch Black and slicked back, annnd finally Erwin's hair is dyed a: Mint Green (his hair is a Messy Undercut style) | Eye Colors: Ashton's is an Icy Blue, Vincent's is Imperial Red, and Erwin has heterochromia, his eyes are a light pastel blue and a Mint Green color | Appearances: Let's start off with Ashton bc why not, first off I gotta say- despite what the normal tf2 bots look like, these babs ACTUALLY look like r e a l mercs, real people, there's only a few ways to tell their androids and that's by looking closely at their open wounds which I'll get to all their prominent wounds in a moment, first up... Ashton usually wears punk-like clothing, or something similar- he has leather jackets with TONS of spikes on them, gloves with spikes on them, pants with the chains that hang down and don't forget them sweet sweet combat boots, he also tends to wear some of those face masks, most of the ones he owns has sharp teeth patterns on it but one in particular that he owns has eyes all over it (all of them are black, his clothing is either black or just REALLY dark colors in general) However, when Vincent and them aren't doing business stuff or whatever, he usually wears again, its mostly dark clothing but he doesn't give a shit what he wears like, t-shirts, tank-tops, whatever- that's when you can PROPERLY see his wounds and this android has a TON of them, v e r y open wounds that expose tons of wiring and robotic-y insides as well, so many various parts, so many w i r e s... just o o f- oh and for all of them I'll say they ALL have facial hair, Ashton has a circle beard, Vincent has a short boxed beard, and Erwin's is REALLY just stubble to get that out of the way, ahem- anyways, Ashton actually DOES have sharp teeth, a few rows of them actually. Now... Onto big boss man Vincent, Vincent is a fancy man for sure, fitting considering he's supposed to be an android/robot of the Spy, like Ashton, he H A T E S bright colored clothing but its for different reasons aside from bright ones just being irritating to look at, it also messes with his sensors actually, he's the only one out of the group who has that problem- the other's sensors aren't bothered at all by bright clothing, anyways- Vincent usually wears dark colored suits, not just black n brown though he has MULTIPLE options, dark red, dark blue, etc- I could go on- he has a LOT of fancy clothing, even his s h o e s are fancy, oh and uh he wears the typical leather gloves and that balaclava/ski mask lookin thing ya know the usual spy attire there blah blah, he also sometimes wears fedoras or some sorta fancy hat n stuff, unlike Ashton he doesn't have rows of razor bladed teeth, his teeth are just- normal tbh but that doesn't make him any less dangerous- he has a few wounds actually, one on his back that reveals some robotic parts and has a few wires sticking out although it doesn't seem to bother him too much, a has a really large stab wound on his chest that has some wires sticking out of there as well and reveals some rather serious looking parts- this one actually bothers him a little bit but he tries his damnedest to keep it hidden. and finally... Erwin, he usually wears pastel clothing with cute designs on them long sleeved t-shirts, hoodies, sweaters, etc- even his p a n t s are pastel colors! He does try to make sure the pastels aren't TOO bright or anything, he doesn't want Vincent's sensors to malfunction nor does he want to irritate his friends! He has TONS of openings that'd reveal a BUNCH of tattered wires, its a wonder he's even still functional at this point, a lot of his parts and wires are tattered and not in a VERY good condition, but he doesn't seem to let it stop him! His voice box is a little... messed up but he's still fully intelligible, sometimes it DOES make him stutter, sometimes it cuts out completely but he always somehow finishes his sentences in the end even if he has to start over, he's self conscious about his voice box messing up sometimes and he's DEFINITELY self conscious about all the scars he has over him, its partially why he wears hoodies/sweaters the MOST out of all the other clothing, he doesn't want people to see all his tattered wires n scars! He does have four prominent canines but other than that, his teeth are relatively like a normal human's. oh and as a bonus he usually wears circle glasses, it CAN technically help improve his vision a bit more but also they look cute so he loves them shh. | Personalities: Ashton's up first, now I will say even tho their robots and technically powerhouses compared to humans ANYWAYS- he IS the true powerhouse of the group, the b r u t e- BUT he's not all brawn and no brains, he's not stupid by any means even if he can act like a punk or cold rude bitch, he has a l o t of intelligence in fact- and he uses that to his advantage for sure, he's not entirely a cold rude bitch- to his friends he's relatively well, friendly and nice- even if he does mess with them sometimes- he loves to get on Vincent's nerves the most because he finds it funny mostly, but he knows when to stop so he doesn't take things too far, Erwin... messing with him can be... difficult, he uh- its not that he CANT do it, he can! He TOTALLY can its just... listen, shut up- Spy's his fave to mess with- He absolutely hates humanity, their creators especially more so- if he ever saw em or hell humans in general when he sees em- it always takes e v e r y t h i n g in his power to hold himself back from tearing them to shreds, he wouldn't even w a n t to use a gun against them despite being based off a Sniper, he'll take them apart with his strength and teeth alone if he REALLY wants! After all, making them suffer first would bring him such joy, he's not evil, none of them REALLY are, but I'll explain that all in side facts, for now (tl;dr: Ashton gets along quite well with his friends even if he messes with Vincent a lot and gets on his nerves, in fact that's when you'll see him a bit more cheerier than he usually is, now... towards humans or whatever, he's a g g r e s s i v e- he'll strike them down then and there if Vincent gives him the command, but even if he c a n t, he'll still be cold or rude to em at the very least, terrify them a little bit even- he does NOT like humans at all whatsoever) Vincent... as I've stated, he's the leader of the group, he's DEFINITELY got the perfect personality to be a leader for sure, first off he has MAJOR confidence- he's a super confident dude, he REALLY kinda has to be- after all, his role was the leader of this little group- it was forced upon him so he decided to go along with it- they wanted him to be leader so he'll fulfill that position but if he e v e r gets a hold of them their gonna wish they hadn't e v e r done what they did, he DOES have some narcissistic tendencies but its nothing TOO major, he can be suave and gentlemanly but that part is usually just an act to trick people, he plays nice and makes them think he's trustworthy and then that's when they strike, its a m a z i n g to him how naive and so trusting humanity can be, he can't w a i t to get his hands on their creators, what a f u n day that'll be! Now he's not all big and bad, he can be nice to his friends- he does have a bit of snark and sass but its all in good fun, he mostly keeps it directed towards Ashton but sometimes he'll dish out some snark or sass towards Erwin ...he seems oblivious to that part tbh- but he... even though he doesn't show it a LOT he does care about them a lot, they've been there for him ever since the day they were first created, he absolutely loathes and despises humans- he always uses an act to just lure them to either their death OR, to a little interrogation room where he tries to find out if they know a n y t h i n g about their creator, I mean either way they do kinda die in the end so it really doesn't matter and finally Erwin, he's... a lot nicer than the other two, he doesn't hold a grudge towards his creators nor especially not to humanity, not ALL of them are as bad as Vincent and Ashton think surely... not that he'd ever tell them he doesn't hold grudges or whatever, he's worried he'd ruin their plans or worse, make them mad at him- so he pretends to hate humans when their around, he's actually helped his fair sure of humans escape from the others as well, now sure he DID try and ask a few of them about the creator, when they said they knew nothing he managed to lead them safely away without the others detecting them, now I won't say he's ALWAYS been lucky- sometimes the other two... catch him in the act and he almost had something equivalent to an a n x i e t y attack when they caught him but he played it off by telling them he saw this human wandering around and he also tried to play it off like he interrogated them and they knew nothing about the creators, but of course they uh... wanted to... "take care" of the human for him and he couldn't risk arguing against they'd suspect too much bc he's never been one for killing or whatever (despite being a version of a Medic lmao), there's been a lot of those times where he's felt so guilty for letting them take the human... They didn't know anything, they didn't even seem bad, why kill them? He knows their angry, they want revenge but something seems wrong... but, he'd n e v e r go against his friends, no matter how he feels- they've been there for him through thick and thin and he cares a LOT about them despite this (p much he's a good boy, he can get nervous/anxious sometimes, he just... wants his friends to be happy and rest easy really, he cares a lot about them despite all they do, he's deeply afraid if they find out what he's done or that he doesn't have grudges, etc- that they'll be a n g r y with HIM) | Side Facts: Alright, so... the best run down I can give is this... They didnt really wanna be created in the first place BUT they tolerated it- like ok chill, we gotta tolerate existing now- but then like they were pretty much abandoned bc they were discontinued, bc the tf2 bots look like actual robots, im making these guys more like androids as you already know im sure- closer resemblances to the actual human mercs n shit- but ANYWAYS- something happened and they didnt want to continue making androids like them so the three of them got left behind and of course were thought to be shut down but surprise surprise, their still active, their still out there and their. fucking. l i v i d- first they didnt really wanna exist in the first place, ok they could chill out bout that bc they learned to deal with it BUT- N O W their being discontinued? They dont even have a full t e a m!! its bullshit so now their a wee bit- okay no they are absolutely fucking livid at the creators and humanity in general- except, as you know- Erwin can't hold grudges or anything- he doesnt think ALL humans are bad or at least he hopes their not, but either way- Vincent and Ashton p much feel hatred n coldness towards the creators and humanity. | AU: So a best bud of mine suggested since I had like t w o really good ideas for these lads and couldnt use both of them bc it'd like conflict with many things, to make an AU outta the second idea- I- honestly gotta thank em for fuckin reminding me that AUs are a t h i n g that e x i s t s- but anyways, this AU is basically where Ashton, Vincent, and Erwin died and the respawn, sorta... well broke for em, dont know why or how but it just did, so they died for reals and just... their souls wandered the earth for a bit until they found the bodies of these robots and decided to possess them p much, and now since they died for real- they REALLY wanna return the favor to the ones who killed em (of course, not gonna tell who that was e x a c t l y not yet anyways), I will say their personalities will probably differ from canon a LITTLE bit in this regard, like their still- well in this AU their MORE vengeful than they could EVER be in canonverse- even Erwin in this AU is vengeful, only towards those who did em wrong of course. and with a conversation I had with my partner, there was more expansion that happened, essentially- it was questions of the teammates and what'd happen there (thank you darling, I appreciate this bc this just gave the AU more expansion that I really wasnt just thinking bout on my own), bc if they didnt go back to their teammates they'd be without the supports and ahem, the medic- but anyways, if they did wwweeeellll... their team wouldn't EXACTLY recognize it as them, to them its just potential enemy bots that they need to dispose of orrr at least run off, and that's what they'd definitely do at first, now I will say, there's the chance oh Idk, Erwin interacts with the Heavy (listen... I dont have canon names for this team... im- im too tired to figure it out rn for all the team sdjkajdj they will have to wait for awhile) but Erwin and the Heavy were VERY good close friends, and Erwin could show him that, he's... well, his best bud- they ALL had certain things they used to do or say to their teammates- and ya know if Erwin proved that to Heavy- he'd- well, a lotta emotions would be running wild in that case, of course im getting a head of myself- I should have clarified, bc the team k n o w s the others died and weren't respawning which of course they absolutely tried to deny- they'd be back soon ....yeeaahh they werent, and like now they do find it suspicious these three bots showed up that are designed like the supports but they'd never go that far to say its their dead teammates possessing these... robots, that's a little far-fetched for them. So unless Erwin goes and tries to convince his best friend, who knows what'll happen- oh and I'll also say, aside from the personalities- the actual human versions of Ashton, Vincent, and Erwin would look a LITTLE different- they still wear the same clothes n have similar features, they have scars but those don't reveal tattered wires since their humans you know, and their eye colors- Ashton's eyes are Cobalt Blue, Erwin's eyes are baby blue, and Vincent's eyes are a Caramel Brown, they also don't have those sharp teeth or fangs- oh and their heights are different, Ashton is 6'4", Vincent is 6'8", annnd Erwin- eh he's the same height the bots of course, still retain the same look as in canonverse however so try not to get too confused by different appearances!

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