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ughgoaway · 1 month

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10,19 or 30 teacher!au 🥺 ps We’ve missed you!

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omg hi, my love!!! I've missed YOU! very good choices, by the way, so I decided to include them all lol. I hope this is okay, I'm still a little rusty with writing, but I had fun writing this nonetheless :)

10- “You're so warm, and it turns me on so much”

19- character A holding character B’s hands as character B eats them out, fingers intertwined.

30- being ate out so good they can't stop the lewd noises coming from their mouth.

18+ below the cut please!! includes female receiving oral and general smut. 1.4k ish <3

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The sun pours in the bedroom window, streaks of sunlight falling over the duvet and illuminating your face, the soft glow of the light heating your cheeks. You can't remember a time you've felt this good before, curled up with Matty under his thick duvet, buried under the layers to avoid the harsh chill of the concrete bunker.

You can feel Matty pressed against you, his chest against your bare back. His skin is that perfect level of warmth that makes your head spin.

You can feel his curls brushing the back of your neck as he wakes up, moving his head down to start pressing kisses to your neck.

“Mmm, morning baby,” he mumbles, his voice heavy with sleep.

You feel his hips press forward as he instinctively moves his body closer to yours, and soon, the unmistakable shape of his hard dick is pressed against your ass. He didn't mean it suggestively, his caveman brain just though "get closer to girlfriend," but, the combination of feeling how warm he was against you, his scratchy morning voice, and the feeling of his erection pressing into you were already riling you up.

so you start plotting.

You know Annie is at a sleepover, and you don't have to pick her up until 12. Quickly, you flick your eyes open and read the numbers on Matty’s digital clock. 09:00 blinks back at you.

more than enough time for a morning quickie.

Your lips work against each other, desperately pressing and pulling. Matty nips at your bottom lip, smirking at your needy whimpers. Your hips have a mind of their own, grinding against Matty’s, pulling more moans from the two of you. you can feeling him growing harder with each circle of your hips, and you can't deny the feeling of power it gives you.

You flip over in bed, and before Matty can process your movements, your mouth is pressed against his. Your tongue tracing the seam of his lips.

He can't help but giggle at your immediate horniness, which gives you the perfect opportunity to press your tongue into his mouth, licking in his mouth in a way that steals any laughter Matty had in his chest and replaces it with needy groans.

as if he can sense your ego growing, Matty soon moves his knee between your thighs, pulling away and watching your jaw drop as his thigh touches your overheated core. All he can see is the whites of your eyes as your eyes roll into the back of your head, your hips moving needily against his bare leg.

every movement is intoxicating, bulding up the inate need you have for him every second. You can feel the slick from your inner thighs spreading over his hot skin, just warm enough to have you sighing happily and throwing your head back, “fuck.”

A pink flush covers your chest, spreading up and colouring your cheeks, a ruby-woo red that has Matty itching to kiss every inch of your skin. The throb between your thighs was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and love filled the room and it made your head fuzzy.

“What's got you so worked up, hmm? Dreaming of me?” Matty teases, moving his head down to your neck. Soon enough, his lips are travelling over your chest and neck, sucking meanly and then kissing each spot better.

You don't answer for a few seconds, too distracted by the feeling of matty against you, but a short nip on the junction of your neck and shoulder brings you back to earth a little.

You shake your head as much as you can as Matty assaults your neck with hickies, “no, it's just-” you sigh breathily, trying to force the words stuck in your chest.

"You're so warm, and it turns me on so much,” you just manage to get out. Almost cutting yourself off with a moan as matty sucks a dark purple mark just behind your ear.

Matty pulls himself out from your neck, the same pretty pink of your cheeks covered his, and his curls were sticking on end from your hands desperately carding through them. You can see the glow of his skin in the gentle light of the sun, and all you want to do is trace every freckle on his skin with the tip of your tongue. but before you can he's dipping below the duvet and finding his place between your thighs (his favourite place, if hes honest).

You pull the blanket back to see Matty’s face, he leans his head on your thigh, looking up at you with blissed-out eyes. His once brown irises are almost black, blown out with lust.

“Yeah? You get turned on by me baby? Fuck, you're so hot. Lemme eat you out, make you feel good.” he asks, smirking at your reaction.

His calloused fingertips dip below the poor excuse for shorts you're wearing, pulling them down as fast as he can manage. The fabric once touching your skin is quickly replaced by his lips, moving over every inch of you, except the place you need him most.

Your head suddenly doesn't feel attached to your neck, but still, you manage a slack nod. A gasp falls from your chest as soon as you feel his overheated lips pressing kisses up your thighs.

Matty's fingers slide up your hips. When he reaches your waist, his thumbs press meanly into your skin, swirling and teasing you with every touch.

“Mattyyyy,” you whine, drawing out his name in an attempt to convince him to put his mouth on you.

“Patience baby, why don't you hold my hand if you're so desperate for me? Good things come to girls who wait, you know,” Matty teases, moving one hand from your waist up to grip your own, your fingers sliding together and interlocking easily.

You squeeze his hands 3 times, a signal you two had created to say “I love you” without actually saying it. Matty continues his movements on your skin, but you still feel the same 3 squeezes back. Your eyes flick down to his, and you can see the love swimming in his eyes.

Thankfully, Matty soon gives you mercy, licking a flat stripe up your core and moaning at the musky taste of you overtaking his senses. He starts to eat you out like a man starved. Not giving you a moments ready before fucking you with his tongue, and smirking at the broken gasp that is ripped from your chest. You can’t help but squirm at the feeling, goosebumps erupting over your body.

He continues leaves you no time to breathe, using the hand thats unoccupied to slide down to your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves. Lewd noises fall from your lips, every movement from Matty pulls more whimpers and whines out of you, each one more desperate than the last.

You feel an electric current running through you, and as Matty drags his eyes up to meet yours and you feel like you've been shocked. You can see a mixture of your slick and his saliva on his chin, the filthy smirk covering his lips as his tongue works against you.

much to your dismay, his fingers slide down from your clit just as you were about to cum. A disgruntled whine falls from your lips, but it's soon replaced by a shuddering gasp as Matty slides the very same fingers inside you, stretching you out with two of his digits.

You feel him move his head up, but shifting your head from being thrown back feels like a herculean task right now. However, before you can even try to move, you're gasping and jolting your head up, looking down at Matty as he sucks your clit. He smiles as he starts teasing it with the tip of his tongue, sucking bundle of nerves harshly.

The hand holding Matty’s tightens and has a vice-like grip. Your eyes shoot open, and your jaw slack as every centimetre of his fingers enter you, finding places you couldn't dream of.

He curls his fingers cruelly, pumping them mercilessly, watching in awe as you writhe and moan above him. The heat spreading under your skin was becoming unbearable, the rubber band inside you being pulled tighter and tighter with every move Matty made.

Eventually Matty pulls away, resting his face on your shaking thigh as aftershocks rattle through you, the bottom half of his face is wet, and a sly smirk covers his cheeks.

You can't bare holding on any longer at the feeling, and you fall apart under him. Your hand gripping his becomes inexplicably tighter, and you're sure it's hurting like a bitch for Matty, but you honestly can't bring yourself to care right now.

Your hips move desperately against his face, grinding and circling as pleasure rattles through you. matty keeps working your clit and thrusting his fingers inside of you, studying the way you cry and crumble at his movements.

“Good morning,” he says cheekily, pecking your thigh as you giggle above him.

“Definitely a good morning, fucking hell,” you say breathlessly, closing your eyes in bliss as Matty sits between your thighs, looking up at you with enough love to make anyone completely lovesick.

#this is; bad.#but its DONE #so WHATEVER #im sorryyyyy #rusty at writing and still i said “no lets write lots of smut”#bro WHY #🦑 anon #anon!#teacher au!#matty healy smut

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dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling · 7 months

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Wally from Welcome Home or Zim from Invader Zim (your choice) with an s/o who seems to always have a headache no matter what, and it's rare they don't.

(this happens to me irl and I probably should get it checked out-)

-🦑

Why not both? There's room for two!

(Yea that sounds like something you should see a medical professional about)

Wally and Zim x Reader who usually has a headache

Wally Darling

★ Having no prior knowledge on what headaches feel, or what they even are, you need to explain the consent to him. It's not easy explaining the throbbing, constant, sharp or dull pain in your head to a puppet with no organs.

★ Once you get the concept across he's immediately worried. Oh you poor thing, do you need anything? Water?? bandaids?? A nap??? Wally is so in tune with you that when you feel bad he feels bad.

★ The fact that this happens regularly feels wrong to him. Pain isn't something a person should be familiar with, in his opinion. He feels bad about not being able to stop the pain :(

★ He visits frank for advice on how to help you with headaches. Most of the advice is decent, considering it's coming from someone with no organs and limited knowledge on humans.

★ Home is well aware of what to do when you get a particularly bad migraine. Close the blinds, try not to make any loud noises, don't let anyone inside and let wally take care of the rest.

Zim

★ Annoyed at you for constantly having a headache. If you don't feel good then why don't you just stop?? Bare with him, he doesn't know.

★ He doesn't understand that constantly having a headache isn't normal. So he just assumes that there's nothing wrong with you and this just happens to everyone.

★ If you tell him that it might be a medical issue you already know he's going to try and "fix" it. For your own safety don't let him. Even if he's 99.9% sure you won't die. Just no.

★ School and life in general always feels worse with a headache. Sometimes popping a Tylenol just doesn't help and you just feel like a wet roll of paper towels.

★ Depending on how long you've been with him one of two things could happen when you feel like this:

A. He lets you lay on his couch whilst skipping whatever school/work/social obligations you have. He brings you a bottle of water, then leaves. (Don't forget to call out if you're supposed to be at work)

B. He pulls a pair of fuzzy earmuffs from his pak and does all of the above, with the addition of staying and letting you lay your head in his lap.

#Zim #Zim x Reader #invader Zim x Reader #invader zim headcannon #invader zim fanfiction #invader zim ask #Wally Darling #wally darling x reader #wally darling fanfic #wally x reader #wally darling x y/n #wally darling x you #welcome home x reader #welcome home fanfic #zim x y/n #zim x reader #invader zim x reader #🦑 anon #😅

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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best friend hcs ; sally

requested by ; 🦑 anon (14/05/23)

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; sally starlet

outline ; “Hi there!

Could you do best friend headcannons with sally starlet please?

Thanks! —🦑”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

she may be the star of the show but you’re 100% her co-star — the person she runs every performance and concept past and who she bounces all of her lines off of

this could be, depending on your comfort level, anything from helping with props to fetching and prepping scripts to performing alongside her

she’s just happy to have you along for the ride and won’t pressure you any which way

calls you ‘bestie’, ‘buddy’ and ‘moon’ (usually in the context of ‘the moon to my star’ or something equally theatre-kid-esque)

sleepovers happen so frequently that you basically live at each other’s houses — she has a closet at yours and you have a set of drawers at hers

she loves loves loves doing your hair and will learn how specifically to deal with whatever hair texture you have just so she can live out her dream of turning you into a living dress up doll

she will tackle-hug you when you least expect it — usually combining it with a squeal of your name

she’s a terrible cook but she’ll try her best to make you something edible whenever you visit

which is usually one step away from charcoal but you’ll try to stomach it for her sake

she’s always leaning on you or touching you — interlocking elbows, hand holding, leaning her head on your shoulder, hugging you from the side or from behind

she’s just a… very tactile friend

she has all of your favourite songs and films memorised line by line and will recite them/sing along with you

for your five year friend-aversary she wrote out, scripted and had the neighbours help her organise a play about your friendship — having julie play you, of course

(she was the only one that volunteered and read her lines well — she wanted to get barnaby involved but he didn’t have the constitution for the stage in her mind)

you paint each other’s faces and do each other’s makeup often — whether you’re good at it is dependent on you, but it’s a frequent occurrence nonetheless

friendship bracelets? friendship bracelets

she made them herself!

she has a handmade patch of the two of you sewn on to her overalls (she sewed it with poppy’s help, granted, but she kept on pricking her fingers so she really needed the aid…)

has your number memorised but you never call each other since you’re basically always at each other’s houses so there’s like no point

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #🦑 anon #fluff #fluff hcs #platonic x reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home fluff #sally starlet fluff #sally starlet x reader

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harlowcomehome · 2 years

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Jack likes to fall asleep on the reader thighs. It’s canon, from Mrs Harlowcomehome herself.-🦑

((I’m not sure if you wanted me to write a little something for this, but I couldn’t get this out of my head.))

I just imagine him having a really long day at the studio or just doing press for something and coming home to you absolutely exhausted while you said on the couch I watch one of your favorite shows.

“Aww baby, you’re watching without me?” He’d pout as he walked into the room.

“Of course not, I’m watching reruns” you laughed as he headed over to you.

“Gimme kiss” he poked his lips out at you for you to reciprocate the motion before plopping down beside you.

“Can I lay down on you?” He pouted and you patted your thighs, you already knew that’s what he wanted. He gave you a small tired smile. “I love those thick thighs” he whispered and you giggled, shaking your head to hide the blush.

He laid his head in your lap, facing the television and started to vent about his day. You ran your fingers through his hair scratching at his scalp and massaging his head until he got tired. He let out a few tired yawns before mumbling that he loved you and falling asleep on your thighs.

You loved moments like this.

#🦑 anon #jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fanfic

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fyodorloveclub · 2 months

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Natsume's ability,just turn into a cat and freeload of someone who thinks you are cute + unlimited nap time. 🦑

NATSUME’S ABILITY YES ur a genius….. forever kitty

#voices in my head #🦑 anon

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ohbo-ohno · 6 months

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just went through and read everything you’ve posted to ao3 and holy shit. how does your massive brain fit in your skull? i want every word you’ve ever written tattooed on my ass (especially the dubcon/noncon ghoap puppy play. i was looking for a fic JUST like that and you’ve scratched the itch). totally got me out of a writers block from the sheer power of ‘i-need-to-see-soap-destroyed’ horniness.

i love you and your writing, i hope your skin is clear, may your harvest be plentiful, etc etc ~🦑

LMFAO glad you enjoyed!!!!! i’ve got another noncon ghoap puppyplay thing that’s like… 60%? done so that should hopefully be up sometime in november! also so so glad to hear you’re writing, hope you can stay motivated!

im actually breaking out super badly rn so here’s hoping you’ve just fixed that for me through pure powers of manifestation

#🦑 anon #asks and answers

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yourdarlingness · 7 months

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( 🦑 ) — Haiii!!! Wave!!! Could you please.. . maybe share the little bow thingy you had on your pinned before the retheme?? Please and thank you <3

yess ofc ! ^^

#🌊　angel box　┈　(＞。☆)#　︙　anons　︵︵#🦑 anon

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princessbrunette · 3 months

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https://www.tiktok.com/@aep.ds/video/7331155288982146346?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7330681810693244447

princess is this your rafey I think he's lost

- 🦑 anon

he is just a little silly <3 <3

#🦑 anon #chatting ૮₍ • ˕ ₎ა♡₊˚

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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mans ruthless and only gets the way his master taught him how to be, just with a tad more shame and guilt

(what I mean by that it's that it's a emotional and social reset)

elaborate please

uh thoughts to put on paper- phone. screen. text? uh

yk how once we talked about how albedo would react if his master suddenly came back? how he'd be like "it's not my personal business to know what she has been doing, she was gone and now she's back that's all I need to know" when rhinedottir abandoned him

he responded devoid of emotion towards the subject like all his experience in learning and expressing feelings and his own thoughts stopped and he began at square one, with his master and him as a puppet (robot- synthetic being? but that's beside the point)

so then I thought about what you wrote with him and how he reacted in klee told him about the creator and he knew he was your creation not his master's bc you gave hwe the idea and he was yours

basically I feel that if he killed you and found out you where the creator he'd kinda. just. stop. he'd reset, for lack of a better word. he wasn't good enough to be yours (infact he killed you-) so how could he be good enough as himself? since him wasn't working out maybe he just needed to be what he'd always been. a tool.

- 🍄 (I send this bc this anon must know my thoughts but this was takes directly off my dms and I wrote all of this at 12:14. I colored it bc it seems fun- hi midas you're blue and the creator too)

context these are copy pasted dms between me and mushroom, regarding squid anon and i’s talks abt albedo! talk below the readmore.

oh, kaeya and klee are mentioned to not be on reader’s typical team(or at least not the one they use for commissions, if you use a separate team for those), and neither is albedo, who also isn’t on your main fighting team! or maybe he is and you moved him off because Memories. no other vessels specified, though.

god mushroom i am. we r holding hands rn im-

for context mushroom and i had a chat about how if rhinedottir ever returned he wouldn’t really see a problem with it, as mushroom said just a “she’s back now and that’s what matters, who am i to question her?” kinda deal. the paragraph with klee refers to the second part of abiogenesis wherein (again as mushroom said) albedo realizes that he doesn’t long to rhinedottir, and that he is your creation in actuality.

putting these two ideas together we get pain the concept of a mental reset. it’s as if he’s shot back years in the past, when rhine first abandoned him. except this time it’s worse, it’s so much worse, because he was the one that told you to go- he killed you. he ruined not only his own chance at being redeemed (he always knew he was a monster a threat a danger, khemia runs in his blood- an art born of hubris makes his synthesis hubristic as well, and here he is, icarus) but the entire worlds. who knows when—if?—you’ll return, after all? it took you eons before, when you had a godly body and almost of your powers. but now, now your body is human, now you’re weakened and he just ruined it. will you even heal by the time the heat death of the world comes for them? he doesn’t know. does he want to?

mushroom really put it brilliantly- “he wasn’t good enough to be yours, so how could he be good enough as himself?” and “he responded devoid of emotion towards the subject, like all his experience in learning and expressing feelings and his own thoughts stopped and he began at square one, with his master and him as a puppet.” like im on the floor head in hands mushroom take my blog

albedo 100% has this idea of his ‘utility’ being tied to his worth—have i mentioned my utter and absolute hatred for rhinedottir yet?—so this- like this fucks him up bad man. like for the first week he’s sitting in his lab, trying to work but unable to move, his mind running a mile a minute as his body just.. sits there. sucrose tries to get him to eat, klee tries to drag him for a walk, but he’s hollow.

rhinedottir only came back because he studied alchemy, because he followed her final wish, because he was trying and by some miracle his work was adequate. but you? how could he ever measure up to you? how could he fulfill a request you never posed? how could he live up to your death?

zoom out a bit. the world of teyvat is… stable, somehow, despite the death of its god having taken place on its soil. his machines still report steady ley lines, lisa doesn’t sense any change in elemental activity, and the winds in mondstat are as easy as ever.

why? simple: you still have genshin downloaded.

after your horrific hyper-realistic dream—it has to be a dream, dreams can be realistic right? it had to be, it had to be-—you had kept away from the game for a bit, but you never had the heart to fully delete it. after all… it’s still a fun game. still a wholehearted hobby of yours. still something you enjoy.

still something you love, even as your chest aches with a phantom pain.

after a week, you can think about dragonspine without feeling icy winds bite into your skin, you can remember mondstat with a fond smile instead of a quivering shake. and despite it all… you miss it.

who are you to dislike a game because of your mind, right? and besides, it’s been a week- you need the primos from your commissions at least, right?

and so, after just over a year, the creator’s presence returns to teyvat.

it’s felt as a ripple over the entire earth, the soil itself blooming new flowers as your vessels flicker to where you left them last. your game doesn’t show these, of course, and your vessels don’t notice, too caught up in a confused sort of excitement. the traveller is surprised a god could be so benevolent, and paimon is flying in circles with glee.

teyvat is… exactly as you remember, really. you pick sweetflowers and mint on your way to your commissions—all surprisingly easy, the enemies dissipating quicker than they normally would, but you shrug it off as just your time away. distance makes the heart grow fonder and all that, right?

squirrels and foxes run alongside your character, strangely, and you use your omni—ubiquity nets to copy a few for your teapot. there seems to be so much more detail- birds chirp, your graphics are unusually good, everything is running at a smooth 60 frames…

maybe you missed it more than you thought.

after some consideration, you decide to go to mondstat to collect your rewards. it’s unsettling, being inside a city you remember, but it’s easy enough to shake off. blanche talks about liyue being the largest commercial port. sara calls the day’s recommendation—the steak, as it is every day. marjorie stands outside her shop, and katheryne is at her kiosk.

all is as it should be.

zoom back in again. albedo is dragged from the knight’s headquarters by kaeya and klee, and he raises a hand to shield himself from the light reflecting off the stone. everything’s so… bright. the world seems unusually lively, yet the city is oddly quieter than normal.

“how about we take albedo fish-blasting, huh klee?”

“ooh! can we really?”

albedo is pulled into mondstat’s courtyard, and a minor smile flickers across his face at his sister’s enthusiasm. she pulls him past the fountain, past good hunter, past where the wind comes glory-

his feet freeze to the floor.

there, at the adventurer’s guild kiosk. there, the bright blond hair of the traveller, there, the smile from katheryne as she thanks them- thanks you for completing your commissions.

the traveller had been doing them on their own while you were gone, diligently handing the otherworldly gems off to paimon to give to you. but now… now he can see the bag disappear in golden sparks, going straight to you.

you were back.

another zoom out. you walk away from the kiosk, up towards the alchemy table—unaware of how closely your vessel brushes to albedo, of how tightly kaeya clutches klee’s hand, keeping her still. you go, and he sees you stop at the- at the alchemy table?

timaeus gives him a look from across the courtyard. he can’t bring himself to return it, watching your vessel until they vanish again.

if it weren’t for the hushed call of his name from kaeya, he’d think it never happened at all.

you’d only condensed one batch of resin, so you could use the rest on weeklies. after a cursory glance over your team—you missed this, you missed them—you decide which ones to go and fight, quickly falling back into your groove.

the bosses deal like half their typical damage, provided they even attack at all. really, you’d almost consider rebooting the game if you weren’t done with such easy kills. childe skips his usual taunts—you chalk it up to a glitch—and so does andrius, and the key line blossoms give you the exact drops you want.

resin spent, commissions done, and too drained for exploring, you decide to simply walk around. your memory of mondstat is sharper now, and you barely look at the minimap as you simply walk around. it’s different than in your dreams, and yet so similar.

with a quick stop at a statue of the seven to heal your team of any lost hp, you log out. you could have sworn you heard something whispered in the song of the main menu, but you shrug it off.

you suppose it’s gamer brain.

another zoom in. i swear i’m almost done.

albedo’s in a bit of a daze as he walks, only klee’s hand keeping him from running into rocks.

you.. had returned. to mondstat. and didn’t… you didn’t hate it? the traveller seemed upset when they’d looked over- but that was expected, and their emotions weren’t necessarily yours. but you, you had willingly chosen to collect your rewards there.

when they arrive at starfell valley, klee doesn’t even seem happy to launch her bombs into the water. she simply sits at the edge of the lake, watching the fish swim below.

kaeya sits with her, and albedo is on her other side, but looking at the statue of the seven. when you show up, he almost thinks it’s his imagination, until klee gasps and kaeya’s hand moves to keep her sitting on the bank of the lake.

the statue shimmers as it heals the small scrapes on your team, though you disappear again just as quickly as you appeared.

he stares at where you were, stunned again that he’d be able to feel your aura wash over him for the second time that day. as the golden dust of your teleportation falls to the ground, his empty mind fills with two words, a bud of hope beginning to bloom in his chalk heart.

‘thank you.’

#m1d : [chats]#m1d : [secrets]#🍄 anon #i think i’ll put #🦑 anon #because you deserve to be mentioned in this #idk if my anons scroll through their tags or if this is just some Useless Thing I Do #but. you’re here :)#also HELLO MUSHROOM!!! HI :DD #ALSO. FUCK RHINEDOTTIR.#also also! im blue!!!! :D #also also ALSO not meant to be kaebedo i just thing kaeya would understand the sort of betrayal feeling albedo is experiencing #i understand if you see it like that but not my intention!#also also also also this is shit and i’m sorry but it’s 12:12 so can you hold it against me

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