@noctuafought: ❝ i wronged you. and i cannot change that…and can never apologise enough for it. ❞ // *undertaker giggling*
swirling the wine in his glass, kaeya's gaze remained focused on the red liquid inside it as he listens to diluc. no matter what they both thought, they still prefer to blame themselves over blaming each other, and perhaps that's how they're destined to live life now.
a low sigh leaves his lips as he takes a sip from his drink, his heart sunken at hearing diluc's perspective. this wasn't fair, why does he have to suffer this mindset, when this all happened because of the abyss and his truths? eventually, he gazes up at diluc and just shakes his head.
"why blame yourself for my history? i told you, knowing fully well it was the worst time, and yet i still told you that i am a traitor. master crepus does not want you to be this way, we both know that, yet you... try and hoard all the guilt. you didn't wrong me, you simply listened to your emotions, and sure, i paid the price and got a vision, but it isn't your fault. how many times must i tell you this?"
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a mixed selection of headcannons for ghost, not all dad ones although 50/50 ‼️
I was pacing around my kitchen as I wrote these. Back and forth, and back and forth. I need him like Man City need Gündogan. Tears.
This bitch is awful at having his phone on him. Like he ain’t never got it, yet always jumps to his own defence when you bring it up. “You never fucking pick up the phone.”
“Yes I do.” Complete with a frown.
Go into his missed calls and it’s just you 💀
Sometimes you have to phone Johnny just to get a guaranteed where a-bouts of your husband. They’re always next to each other anyway, “Oh he’s right next to me, aye.”
Road. Rage.
He cannot handle the slightest bit of traffic. Like a two minute setback? Overtaking. Sometimes even undertaking. This man is above the law.
He’s the person who steals money in Monopoly.
Tries his hand at every dad activity with full confidence in himself. Getting violently humbled when he can’t understand how to heat up baby milk. “It doesn’t have clear instructions.”
“It’s milk, not liquid nitrogen. It doesn’t need instructions.”
“Fuck off.”
Uses his height to the best advantage, holding shit above his head like an evil fucker.
His kids ask him to do their BeReals and he’s like what the absolute fuck— before being shoved into them anyway. The comments were encouraging to say the least. “Dilf”
They definitely have Soap on BeReal.
His are the best.
THE DRIEST TEXTER.
“Ok.”
“R u mad?” His kids getting fucking trust issue from his texts when that’s just the way he types 💀
Seen
And then his excuse will be “I was driving” or some shit, knowing fine well he just couldn’t be bothered replying.
He’s probably a car nerd to be honest. Lmfao. Look at him. I know that man could tell me about my wheel rims.
I know he can tan WELL. Like the sun hits him for one second and he’s already been on a two week holiday to the Maldives. Albeit primarily a t-shirt tan that you make fun of, it’s still impressive.
Will pick up your FaceTimes (when he’s got his MF PHONE) on occasion and just have a huge laceration 💀
So concerned for him.
His kids try and show him Animal Crossing on your switch. They invite him to their islands and he’s so unimpressed it’s ridiculous 😭 Bro just runs around and accidentally shakes the trees. “Dad. Stop.”
“I don’t know what i’m fucking doing.”
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2AM THOUGHTS #8: unburnt!Vader is attracted to a Jedi
The first time you saw Darth Vader in person, you were pleasantly surprised: you thought he would be this disfigured shell of a man that couldn't tell right from wrong, just another Sith with a mangled and scarred face.
But, oh, my God, was he the most gorgeous man you had ever laid eyes on.
From his sharp jawline to his slightly upturned nose to his cheekbones that seemed to be carved in marble, even the scar over his eye was attractive. And his eyes, his tantalising crystal blues had this intensity to them, this determination. It made your knees wobble for a split second, and it distracted you enough to almost get you shot.
From then on, at every battlefield you and him exchanged innocent glances that soon turned into eye-fucking, and at some point you began engaging in lightsaber duels. The tension was so palpable, it could be cut with a knife.
Now you were nervous, to say the least. The first time you and your troops would be engaging in combat on the Death Star, Vader's official station. You didn't want to fail the Rebellion, and you trusted that the ambition and importance of the undertaking would help you fight more efficiently.
The battle didn't go at all how you expected it to.
"Ahh, fuck, angel..." Vader groaned, relentlessly pounding you from behind. Your cheek was smushed against the wall, drool dripping out of the corner of your mouth with every mewl, and your breasts were pressed flush into the cold surface of the wall. His scent was rubbing off all over you, almost as if he wanted to mark his territory, his broad shoulders swallowed your smaller figure as his embrace engulfed you entirely, each snap of his hips made the metal shelves of the closet room creak and stutter with the sheer force of his movements.
"Vader..." you sobbed, one hand gripping the shelf to keep you grounded to reality while the other rested against the wall for stability. It felt like each time he pulled out, he dragged out your whole spine with him.
"Listen to you, moaning my name like a bitch in heat. Bet you want everyone hearing who's fucking you, huh?" He grinned, pawing at your breasts through your robes. The way his armour brushed against your back made you shiver, the feeling of his large frame turning you on more, if that was even possible. "Only a whore like you could have left her own troops alone just to get fucked good. I mean, how do they even take you seriously?"
You let out a loud cry at the words, whimpering and babbling his name. "Shh, quiet down for me, angel. Don't want anyone to see what belongs to you, do you?" You could only manage to shake your head, your brain could barely compose a coherent thought. He was fucking you too good.
"Good fucking girl..." he groaned, soft growls rumbling deep within his throat as his hips slapped harder against your ass.
"Vader... I- I'm close..." you stuttered. In a swift movement, he grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over, pushing your back against the wall as he shoved his cock in your entrance once again and slammed into you impossibly harder, making you inhale sharply and bite your fist to keep from screaming.
He grabbed your jaw with a surprisingly gentle grip, "Look at me, baby girl. I want you to look me in the eyes while you cum."
You gazed into his icy blues, a passionate sparkle to them as he stared back into your own eyes, and you felt your climax growing closer by the second. He brought his hand down to circle your clit and toyed with the wet folds, the pad of his thumb prodding at your sensitive pearl.
The overstimulation made you sob as the coil in your lower stomach finally snapped, making you cling to his shoulders as your hips curled repeatedly. "That's it, goooood girl..." Vader drawled, a guttural groan escaping his lips as your warmth flooded all around him. His thrusts grew sloppier and his cock throbbed inside you, indicating he wasn't going to last much longer. "Fuck- angel, you're gonna make me cum..." his voice cracked as his breathing picked up.
With a last particularly knee-weakening plunge, he threw his head back and groaned, this time slightly higher in pitch, and his aggressive bucking mellowed into soft strokes as he gritted his teeth in pure bliss while he rode out his high.
Vader sighed and slumped into you, his forehead resting on your shoulder as his chest heaved with passion and intensity. "That was... fucking... amazing..." he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck. "My perfect girl..."
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