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bunny-xoxo · 3 years

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Modern!au Hange Zoë Relationship Headcannons

Hange Zoë x reader

a/n: hi!!! This is my first post for aot on this blog! Plspls tell me your thoughts and if you guys like this :) requests aren’t open quite yet but will he soon, I just need to finish some things up in my drafts first :) you can look at WIP page on my pinned post on my blog to see some other aot works I’m working on atm before I open requests :) pls enjoy !!! I luv them on god

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Please tell them to go to bed, they have no self regard for their sleeping habits and WILL stay up for 2 days straight

It does not matter if they’re in bed with you either, they will lay with their back against the headboard and you cuddling into their side while they stroke your face until you fall asleep and then IMMEDIATELY start reading

The amount of times you’ve woken up to them still awake in the middle of the night looking at you like 👁👄👁😃 good morning sunshine~~ just go back to bed ~~ maybe you’re dreaming ~~ , cause they KNOW you’ll scold them and they’d like to avoid that at all costs

PLS they definitely wear one of those stupid little head light things so they can read while you sleep

AND IT JUST ADDS TO THE DISORIENTATION YOU FEEL WHEN YOU WAKE UP ABAJSKWJWNA

* 💡

* 👁👄👁

“good morning sleepy head”

I truly feel like they’re a pro at getting you to fall asleep though, not even so they can stay up they just are so good at soothing you

That one spot in between your shoulders thats always sore? They’re hands find it without you even having to mention

The way you have to cuddle laying on your right side and your left? They’re already adjusting themselves on the couch so that can happen

The way you like kisses on the top of your head but not your temple? Check ✅ they’re fingers are resting at your temple to remind them it’s always the top of your head -as if they’d forget-

Expanding on this, they’re just so good at remembering details about you in general???

And of course some of it is the basics like your favorite snack, your favorite candle, the current show your binging, the laundry detergent you always buy, etc.

But some of it you wouldn’t have even asked them to remember?? Like it gets more and more obscure the longer you’re together

Like how you wouldn’t like the leather seats in their car, which you mention once cause the skin on your legs were sticking to them in the summer

And then they’re in the market looking for a new car and this one doesn’t have leather seats, which to yourself you’re like oh cool :)

But then they just bring it up while you’re driving with them one day like

“Isn’t it nice that now when you wear shorts your legs don’t stick? I tried keeping that in mind for you, babe.”

And it’s just??? You’re almost questioning how they even KNOW that until they tell you about the one ☝🏼 time you mentioned it and it was at least a couple years ago and it’s just??? Thank you?!?

But yes, anything you do Hange WILL remember it for better or for worse cause they just see it as a part of getting to know you and love the person you are!

Okok emperor fidgety over here ‼️

WILL talk with their hands so intensely that they’ve knocked over countless drinks, vases, has even flung their fork once

Queue wide eyes and awkward laughing while they blush a little before they rush for a towel to clean up their mess

But will still continue to ramble while they clean, nothing stops their talking

Carpet cleaner is your best friend

Let’s just say when the two of you decided to move into a new place together, hunting for hardwood floors was a must

But BECAUSE this fools always making a mess and needs to just ~lower the chaos a teensy bit ~ they WILL grab onto your hands while they talk

They’d be getting particularly animated and loud and you’d just let out a giggle and nod your head, letting them know you’re listening and they don’t have to be so loud

And they’d just giggle and shush themselves and be like sorry sorry I know with some big stupid smile on their face

They’d reach their hands out and grab yours and clear their throat and raise their eyebrows a little,

“Ok, so, here’s the best part though. Get. This.”

And they’d just go back to ranting but this time they have so much more energy being focused into you rather than combusting out of them

Their eyes are locked onto yours so hard, no longer darting all over the room while they speak

Their hands moving yours only a little, swinging them up and down, squeezing them when they get particularly excited

Their voice is more hushed and deep, their words shooting sharply at you with an intensity vibrating off them making your cheeks burn

Now, when something would normally result in a flying fork, instead it’s a tug on your hands to bring you closer while their voice gets heavier and quiet - almost a whisper - sharing this moment with you and ending it with raised eyebrows and a squeal - sometimes even shaking your arms about if it’s especially exciting news

Speaking of ranting, when you rant you better expect Hange to get JUST as involved as you

You’re frustrated? Yeah Hange is getting heated too, riling you up in the process, it’s their problem now too

You’re happy? Hange is squealing and jumping up and down with you as if they got the promotion ajakskajaja

I feel like the only exception to this would be if you were stressed, upset, or sad

They’re immediately quiet and looking all over your face for any sign of distress with the most sincere eyes

Nodding and responding with little hums of understanding, ready to scoop you into their arms the moment you need them too

The RULER of taking care of their s/o when they’re down or sick

Not only cause they know everything there is to know about your existence lmao

But cause I think they’re smart enough to be able to not be over bearing when they’re taking care of you

They’ll check in a lot for sure, but never smothering you more than you’d like lmao

Their love language is definitely quality time in my opinion

Do you remember how excited they were when Eren agreed to listen to them talk and they talked literally ALL night?? -I miss them like this pls-

Please just spend time with them while they’re doing research at home or reading, they’ll never feel more loved and appreciated

Ok but like :

It’s late, it’s been dark outside for hours now. Your eyes became heavy hours ago but, you don’t have work tomorrow, and you’d hate leaving Hange in here by themselves, so you decided on cuddling up in the living chair in their office - that they definitely put in there for you - on your phone. You were scrolling mindlessly through apps trying to keep your mind stimulated enough when you heard their chair move from the spot they were in for the first time since you’ve been in their. You looked up to see them crack their neck and stretch their arms above their head, they’re shirt riding up just above their belly button.

They sighed deeply and slowly walked over to you, running their hands down the side of your face and cupping your cheeks to turn your head up to face them.

They leaned down at an agonizingly slow pace and pressed a deep kiss on your lips

“Let’s go to bed now, yeah?”

And while you were laying together drifting off to sleep, they’d just kiss your head one more time and tell you how much they love you

Pls you’d mean the world to them

HANGE IS A SEXY DRIVER HANGE IS A SEXY DRIVER HANGE IS A SEXY DRIVER

Like,,, WHEWWW

This isn’t even a relationship HC LMAO

I mean a little -

They’d LOVE to go on roadtrips with you, you can’t tell me otherwise

A fun stupid adventure to buy shitty souvenirs along the way? Meeting strange people and getting all these new stories together? Hange is at peace like this lmao

But more on them driving 👁👅👁

Definitely drives stick, and they’re a FAST driver

Always a little above the speed limit

So good at changing lanes, especially on the freeway

The way they check over their shoulder?? Lawd almighty

Sometimes they’ll check over their shoulder that’s facing you and flick their eyes to your’s for a moment, cause they can feel you staring at them in that brief moment, and they’ll just raise their eyebrows and shoot you a cocky little side smile

And then after they change lanes they reach a hand over and squeeze your thigh before they keep driving

Ok does have bad road rage though LMAO

Not in a dangerous way they just,, swear very loudly in the car and then roll their eyes and apologize that there’s idiots on the road LMAO

Anyways

All in all, Hange is a very attentive and loud partner, so I hope you’re ok with chaos and intensity

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morkofday · 3 years

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fic tag game

thank you so much for tagging me @i-am-just-a-kiddo ♥ i love rambling about my fics and my writing even if it always also brings up all the doubts and insecurities i have but. these are my children so i will show them some love :’) and it is always just wonderful to share this all with you my dear ♥

placing under cut bc i do ramble, as yall know to expect by now!

Name: VishCount i’ve already explained the origin of that name a couple of times so am sparing you from that but gotta just say that i never expected to get so fond of this username and the nicknames that followed ♥

Fandoms: wow ok so buckle up, this is gonna be a ride first i gotta mention the finnish fandom for this youtuber group called LaeppaVika. i adored them as a teenager and i still watch the videos sometimes :’) couple of the members still stream stuff even if the group has pretty much fallen apart by now and am just very fond every time. they feel like home in a way. those fics were my first ones and am still kinda proud of some of those?

then there’s this one random finnish utapri fic i once wrote... tbh i’m not sure why my anime fandoms never made me write anything? maybe it was the inexperience and the fear of using a second language lol

after i got over that and got into BTS, i’ve written a ton for them. most of those are oneshots that vary from 1k words to 10k or something. a couple of longer ones have sprouted too and one is still in the making and i have sooooo many ideas. mostly just random aus. i adore to write those.

lately MDZS has been my favored fandom and it has gotten some oneshots too as well as my gigantic xicheng fic that hangs somewhere well above 100k now. i wish to finish the last part for that soon but who knows, maybe it will take longer than expected sigh. and now DMBJ has pushed in as something that yells at me to write tho i’ve only posted a short oneshot for it for now. and oh, last year i also posted a couple of silly oneshots for 2moons! that was... weird tbh but am glad i did that.

i wish i had more fandoms tbh bc there is so much interesting stuff there and i have so many ideas and inspirations but i’m very slow at writing. things don’t always just come out and some fandoms don’t grasp me for long enough that i would be able to tap into any projects. but i have no hurry, right?

Tropes: hmm do i have any? am not sure. i thought that maybe soulmate aus or some abo stuff was my thing but i’ve slowly drifted away from those. then it comes to just... idk. hurt/comfort? found families? i also adore slow burn these days and i feel like i’ve gotten a bit better at writing that but it’s still a struggle. also just, as already noted, all these different aus? mostly fantasy based ones. those are always so cool and somehow very whimsical? and lately i’ve also just fallen into this hole where i love to write some bittersweet tragedies or at least stuff that feels like a tragedy in some sense (and i blame my dear kiddo for that bc they’ve written the sweetest of tragedies and i want that too ok)

Fic I spent most time on: how do you count this? do wips count? bc if they do, then I feel like my xicheng fic called you’re the sunset and i’m the last purple left behind is it. it just keeps on going and i feel like i’ve given it all of my waking hours and heart and soul. then it could also be my BTS abo fic My Lungs for You to Breathe that is slowly reaching its second year? am not sure. but it has been going for ages bc sometimes it comes and sometimes it goes and currently i’ve spent over six months without updating it and. yeah. (it would be nice to mention some fic here that i’ve made some research for but tbh i never do any research. am horrible like that but i’ve never just. had the energy? tho i have hopes that i could go on this wild research spree for this one guardian idea i have but let’s see...)

Favorite fic(s) you’ve written: (making a list bc am unable to choose, fight me)

and you remain - my pingxie oneshot that just helped me to get all of the feelings i had after tlt2 pour out. am very fond of it destiny tied us together - some introspection of lwj and jc’s relationship and how it changes throughout the years as they both mature, learn things about themselves, fall in love and realize that they share the same ppl in their hearts (and maybe develop a tentative friendship bc they’re so similar in so many ways). i had so much fun with this and it just felt like my brightest moment haha painting your skin with all of me - the xicheng soulmate oneshot i wrote at some point and still adore. it just seemed to work and in the middle of my xicheng struggles writing them so briefly and gently just felt right pouring love (growing flowers) - the ot7 oneshot i wrote bc of this one amazing twt prompt/moodboard. it was the last part of my mono series. i love it so much. joon was so nice to write throughout the whole thing ;; lilies bloomed under your carpet - my god au for taejoon. it poured out of me so wonderfully and it was so amazing. still one of my favorite creations, this whole au. Stories Untold / chapter 3 - this was a collection of taejoon oneshots that i was trying to make but am not sure if i will ever finish them all. but this one, where tae is a forest god and joon a human able to see supernatural things, is very dear to me bc it just feels complete

Fic I spent least time on: gosh i think it must be either my first wangxian oneshot we had it almost or my touch-starved joon oneshot show me my skin and touch my heart with very soft and lovely taejoon. both created themselves in a couple of hours?

Longest fic: currently my xicheng monster but i somehow expect my bts abo fic to get even longer if i ever manage to finish it

Shortest fic: it’s apparently my namseok fic for joon’s tokyo called missing you (i’m homesick). it created itself out of my own experiences of living in a long distance relationship and is one of my faves in that series.

Most hits/kudos/comments/bookmarks: most hits and comments go for my bts abo fic which doesn’t really surprise me when it’s a multichapter fic :’D most kudos go for the already mentioned xicheng oneshot and most bookmarks go for the bts ot7 fic!

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: hmm if i could rewrite something, it would probably be my first bts fic and my second long fic called Even the Universe Makes Mistakes. that soulmate au now feels a bit outdated and there are many parts i would like to change and things i would love to think again. then if i was allowed to expand some world, i would love to write more for the xicheng soulmate au bc there are many other pairings i would love to explore there too or just to see lxc’s take on the events perhaps. other thing would be my namgi oneshot it passes (for us both) bc i adore namgi and the love they create in that brief moment.

Share a bit of a WIP: it hasn’t been long since i shared snippets of several wips but let’s go with my pingxie which i’ve been working on and am just so damn excited about (especially now that i can use the bazaar photoshoot imagery as inspiration):

“He moves, pulled in by the darkness of the lake, mirroring the softly blue sky with its gray, heavy clouds. The snow lands on his nose, into his lashes, clings to his coat and his shoes. He doesn’t feel cold, doesn’t hear anything beyond the softness of the snowfall. Nothing exists and everything does, real and fake at the same time, comforting but still making him feel afraid.

He could lose himself here, could be lost from everything. He could stay and be forgotten, could join those people that tried to make him remain, could take the easier way. He could rest, just like he was supposed to do so many times before.

Maybe he does belong, after all. Maybe he is part of this place, so awfully familiar with it, so willing to even stop his own heart to get here. And maybe he is not, this place only hungry for those who don’t yet remain, refuse to give into this dream-like space.”

thank you once more for tagging me my dear! this was fun even if looking back to my old fics and all the lack of updating and posting these days makes me feel kinda bad... i’ve just been in a slump lately and am slowly trying to get out of it even if i almost fall back in all the time. it’s funny when last spring i felt like i was at my peak sigh. but well, as i’ve already said, i have time right?

i dunno so many writers over here but i’m tagging @cross-d-a and @kholran bc i’m curious about your work. also tagging @inkblue-black and @jockvillagersonly if you want to blabber about something or if you just want to see this. and oh also tagging @wangxianbunnydoodles bc am always open for new ppl and i know that you write ^^

#tag game #sorry am making these posts today again #also sorry for always tagging the same ppl #i hope you don't mind #have fun!!#about me

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mikkock · 4 years

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Hey hi your murder mystery art is super totally cool and amazing and I'd like to Extra! Extra! hear all about it *rattles bells*

haha wow i cant believe ud ask me THIS! unbelievable! now im gonna have to make a long post!

all info under the cut cause im kind like that ♥

For reasons I felt like making a Fancy Ass murder mystery story, with you know, hella complex secret storylines and everyone having drama and shit, and one person died but the more the story goes the less people care about who did the murder and the more they want tHE JUICY DETAILs. X and Y had an afFAIR you say!!! well that’s thousands time more interesting than that murder that happened, who cares about the culprit its not like any of us are going anywhere anyway! tell me more about the marital issues!

The ultimate Vibes are Clue (the game, ya kno, it had a movie too, and that movie was shot with three different endings -fun fact- so that movie theatres could play one alternatively that way people wouldnt get spoiled or even if they did they would not get the ending they were spoiled or even if all three were spoiled you couldnt know which ending you were getting anyway, big dick move, cause its an old movie and film is expensive, also that movie stupid and campy, ALSO I ONLY LEARNED MAKING THIS AU THAT IN ENGLISH THE GAME’S CALLED “CLUE” wE CALL IT CLUEDO therefore my wip playlist is called cluedo. because. fuck it.)(i just have an emotional attachment to that game i even had a cd rom video game version and it was the spookiest shit for a 6 years old, trust me, i played it so much tho i didnt even understand the rULES i was just making scenarios like gathering the characters in rooms n making conversations outloud cause honestly the banter is the best part of a murder mystery) ANYWAY that sure is a whole paragraph of tangent.

BUT YE the inspo from the Clue game. you can tell it from the Colours obviously, everyone’s colour codded.(even everyone’s name is colours as well you’ll see it’s real dang fancy! im just remaking that game but with 2932020 characters and more behind the scenes drama and also for gay people.)

So BASIC PLOT!

Sir Belyy, the dude in white, is The Rich Powerful Respected Fancy Boss, and he throws a Fancy Reception Party with his closest friends and associates to celebrate the opening of a new branch of his business. All the lads gather in his wonderful little very isolated mansion in the middle of nowhere, like ok he got a death wish or something or he’s very trusting of his business partners, but not a good move, cause in the middle of the reception, as A Phat Storm Starts (for plot convenience, we going with a campy vibe if you couldnt tell), his body is found, it’s awful, there’s a killer on the loose! All the guests gather, and attempt to maybe contact the authorities, to not avail, since The Storm ya know, phone lines are Broken my dude. Its clear that the culprit is among them, since no one could have entered the house, or left it (cuz once again, ThE sTORm). And then it’s all about interrogating each other, distrust, alliances and betrayal, revealing one’s deepest secrets when they form an alibi and revealing someone else’s deepest secret for they could be a motive! Meanwhile there’s a dead body in the mansion just chillin there.

So as I mentioned, I changed everyone’s name to be colour related (or ya know, food or flowers of that colour cause sometimes a colour in a language would not work as a name given the way names work in that culture all that jazz) which is the trippiest thing cause tHATS NOT YALLS USUAL NAMES but its fun (also changed so many ages hgfhs it was a trip)(still no one’s really old i guess i got boomerphobia). The “Cast” is clearly the most important part, and if ur a True “My OCs” Connaisseur (hdfghd the most useful skill to have, knowing *MY* Charactersdshgd) you may have recognised some faces and can already read some vibes and predict who will be progressing the plot and who will be yelling at people throwing accusations ghdfgd.

(god i wish i hadnt slacked off making the portraits of everyone in that AU i only have 3 tho that’s so sad so ill just make little sketches just cause <3 only text??? i got too many hoes with no attention span for that)

Sir BELYY (the one who dIEs lmao)

(bust shot missing the fact that this man is the tallest beefiest lad around)

Intimidating, powerful, composed, wealthy, carries the name of a family who has generations of control to it’s reputation, he’s The Man that hoes who believe in the economy wishes they were. As in, the “self made” man who only just happened to benefit from having a wealthy background to uplift his plans. In his youth, he wanted to prove his worth, seperated himself from his father, started a business, that business became big, then got attached to the family’s business, bam back to square one but with Reputation now. There seemed to be VERY big tension between him and The Father, some speculate it had to do with his unknown mother, and some family drama there, and it never got resolved as old man Belyy died quite young (the jUICY speculations are that current sir Belyy mURDEREd old man sir Belyy, fucked up if true!). People love him though in general, as he has that reputation of “Cold Lad With a Gold Heart” aka he takes people under his wings, donates, doesnt treat his employees like the absolute worst garbage etc... you know, he’s rich and a half decent person, so obviously he’s an angel on earth. But does it matter though, he’s dead! that’s the concept of the story!

Mr.GRAY (the grey guest)(who could have guessed from the name)

He’s one of Sir Belyy’s oldest employees, and benefits from a high rank in the company. But, sadly for him, he’s been stagnating lately, as newer, youngest employees seem to have Belyy’s favours, and are his prefered associates for important tasks and positions. Therefore he has Some Bitterness, Some Salt, Some Distaste, some unbriddled but professionally muted hatred for Specific people in the company. He can be an antagonistic figure, but the amount of time he spent in Belyy’s circle grants him an immense quantity of information about the man, but mostly, about his business. Anything about the company’s history, dealings, operations, he’s aware of, either having been told of them, or having snooped around to obtain, immune to being questioned due to his legitimacy in the company.

Mr.LIM (the green guest)

Remember when it was said that Gray had beef with some employees cause they were younger and rose to high ranks faster than him and became Belyy’s favourite over him? Yeah well here comes the one he hates the most for that (ofc he’s belyys fave cuz he’s Mine <3) Our lad caught Belyy’s attention for his Exploits in like, em fancy high school tournaments of smart people, it’s a thing its ridiculous, making kids compete on Smart stuff for the pride of their schools n shit, well homie Lim got clout when doing that, and Belyy was extremely interested cause that kid’s main thing was how “this young lad got mad strategic skills tf are u a war general or smth how fancy”, and that’s a coveted skill for ruthless business. So as soon as the kid is an adult, bam, join the company my dude. And because he’s just that Cool n Sexy ofc he met the expectations Belyy had, and old man Belyy got attached cuz it do be such a young lad, a kid, mentally i am adopting. That’s how you get a youngas employee becoming the right hand man of one the phatest CEO in a few years, and even make your way into being a Good Lad on top of a business partner. And that’s how you get Gray to hate your ass too. Now though, fine lad with mad strategic skills, rising to power that fast, and even infiltrating Belyy’s private life? If I were Gray I’d call suspicion there’s surely some shady stuff going no way we’re just dealing with a nice fella who just happens to work good and be friendly to the boss right?

Herra MUSTA (the black “guest”)

Belyy’s newest butler, assistant, house keeper, he multitasks. His family has been tied to Belyy’s for generations, fullfilling roles of help, but also of confidents. He’s been the head butler since only a short time, after his mother passed, and as such is still “in training” you could say, despite having served the family his whole life. There are rumours going around that the contract tying his family to the Belyys may end on his generation and need to be resigned. He known the manor by heart, and carries all keys to any locked room (and mostly, The Master Key, cause in an old house, some doors may be locked beyond all still existing keys). He also knows secrets of the family that no one else knows, but good luck getting em out of him, he’s under contract not to divulge em bro.

Mr. HASSEL (the brown guest)

Belyy’s childhood friend. They grew up together, pictured their dreams together, sworn to flourish together, worked together when starting the company, and then Hassel felt he should create his own thing instead of depending on his friend’s existing wealth, and while Belyy’s business went wild, his never took off. They still stayed very close, despite the massive difference in wealth. Belyy considers him his closest friend, the one person he can trust (fucked if hassel did the murder lemme tell u). So of course, he’s still always invited to the Prestigious meet ups where’s he’s free to feel uncomfortably out of place amongst all the rich and powerful people that he could have been a part of had he had a tiny bit of luck and a small loan from a wealthy relative...People LOVE saying he’s still hanging out with Belyy so much to leech off his wealth, cause of course they do! His bestie status means he has a whole different brand of information of Belyy than his butler does, the Most Intimate Stuff, the Childhood Stuff. The Juicy stuff ya kno...But Bro Code, its all secrets...

Sir RUZH (the red “guest”)

Deep dive into Belyy’s personnal history, the man has many employees working at his house keeping it working, clean, ya know the vibe. They live on the premice, one has a kid who’s just a Joy to be around, all the employees just vibe with that lad, he’s just a born socialite you know? Belyy gets to meet the kid, and also hella vibes with him. And because human are influenced by their feelings, he gives the kid’s mum a bit of a preferencial treatment, in the tasks she fullfils and all, til he gives her an important-as mission, and then there’s an accident n mama dies, and now Belyy got guilt and there’s this kid who just Vibes. So naturally the move is to take the kid in, and play on how his vibes are just so clean, and raise him to be the Perfect Entertainer for guests, bam, its soft power propaganda, if everyone loves your now son’s vibes, they associate them with you too. And also that’s kind of a clean rep, the selfless man who adopted his employee’s son to not have him fall to the streets, how heartwarming. Not at all traumatising for the kid too I bet! But anyway now the lad is just the most charming young adult, mission accomplished. He’s always present at any reception, ready to work his people-pleasing magic, and then going back to a gigantic empty manor to wait for the next and curate the perfect vibes to meet the expectations of dad. On the plus side, he knows everyone, and those who don’t know him cannot wAIT to, he’s just got that aura ya know. People skills for miles, and the insider knowledge that comes with being the son of the CEO, all this hidden behind the personna of the fresh innocent bashful party lad.

Dr.FEN (the pink guest)

Do not get mistaken by the title, he’s no doc, he will not diagnose you with anything, he just studied long enough to get the sexy title. Study in what? Haha. Nothing shady. Just toxicology. He’s a world reknown poison expert basically, that’s his main thing. Oh but don’t worry, of course studying substances that may kill people is only for finding out how to cure them from it of course. What brings him in this circle? Simple, Belyy may or may not have started to suffer some weird illness that no doctor has been able to find the source, let alone cure, of. Him and Dr.Fen had met previously on some event, cause some rich man also love flexing how smart they are and attending sciencey shit, and he was contacted as sort of a shot in the dark. The lad does know how to treat some things, maybe he can treat The Mysterious Unwellness, since no traditional doctor was able to. He knows science, he’s trustworthy, bam, you’re hired to work on My Case Exclusively. Thanks to this, Dr.Fen has access to the whole health history of Belyy and his family, to many mANY dangerous substances, and also has The Respect of the hoes at the party. He HAS a doctorate after all. Epitome of knowledge. And he’s a kind to people and he wears pink like dang how can you nOT pour your wHOLE trust in him.

Sir MOREVITCH (the blue guest)

Youngest son of an affluent family, who used to be close the the Belyys. The two families fell slightly appart after the death of the previous head of the family on the Belyy side, as they do nOT vibe with the current one (well current, til the first night of the story ig). But, unbeknownst to all, one strong link had been kept, between the youngest of the Morevitch, who dislikes his family and wishes to emancipate himself from them while also assuring his depart will not throw him basically in the streets, and our beloved Sir Belyy, who also dislikes the Morevitches but loves to see the rebellious energy of the young one (and ya know, my enemy’s enemy’s my friend or however you say that). So Belyy’s basically offering tips and helping Morevitch plant himself safely out of his family’s grasp, but it’s all taking quite some time isn’t it, slow and steady is fine until your parents try to arrange a wedding to secure more political power, and suddenly it is all quite urgent that you escape that situation because No Thank You Parents I Do Not Want A Wife I’m Too Young And Also Huh <3 Stuff You Won’t Like Hearing For Sure <3. The people who know they’re working together also know that it’s a big point of argument between them, the difference in vision between “you have to go slow and steady to be safe” and “I have very limited time to get to that safety anyway so I gotta risk it” “hell no you cant i can’t follow through if we’re going that quick that’ll put me at risk and you’re family’s gonna send gunmen to take me down”. A mess, it’d be much quicker to just obtain a few million bucks out of nowhere and bolt for sure...

Mr.GANG (the orange guest)

Morevitch’s trusted assistant. He hears the concerns, he helps the secret businesses, he lies to the parents about the whereabouts, and mostly, he’s basically a budget spy. The lad got that talent where people just don’t notice him popping behind them and catching all their dirty laundry as they confess it to someone they trust, and he always manages to break into places, get the intel he was looking for, and escape, putting everything back into place as if no one was ever there (wonder where he got all those skills from damn!). But what he’s even better at is being sneaky not only to benefit his boss, but himself as well <3. If he can catch all the info in the world, go any places, nothing’s stopping him from playing double agent and also going behind Morevitch’s back. After all the assistant life isn’t the most glamourous and rewarding, who can blame him from going and using his talents to build his own little exit route, right? Everybody sort of knows he cannot be trusted, but also no one managed to really incriminate or stop him, and as much as he has tea on many people, no has it on him, but bet once found that would be heeeella juicy.

M.MOUTARDE (the yellow guest)(this one is straight up the name of the yellow player in the french edition of clue too when i say its my main vibe)

Moutarde was an influential celebrity. He had a big break acting in a movie that the whole country stanned so hard they basically turned the script into their national anthem (they would have if it was a true democracy where the people really decide), he was so handsome and elegant, everyone’s dream husband. And then the fame fiddled out because it’s how fame is, one moment you’re the sexiest dish on the table and the next someone brings in dessert and baam, its all about that fresh cake, and no one pays any mind to your delightful aroma anymore, you’ve gone cold, they had a bite, their interest is somewhere else. Belyy really admires his work though, and mostly finds his image fits with the brand of his company, therefore the two are working on a collaboration to make Moutarde a representative. This WOULD boost Moutarde’s reputation, for his ads would be displayed on every imaginable surface of the country, and it would also benefit the company cause being represented by thAT sexy motherfucker? clearly that’s a deal. The freshness of the partnership means Moutarde is a newcomer in the guests, a fresh face, with no reputation, no relationships, no unfair biases against him. He’s just the new handsome charismatic lad with a squeaky clean image. Emphasis on “image”. After all, no one really knows anything of his background, right?

Kun.LAWENDER (the purple guest)

Private investigator, very useful to be around at a party it’s almost like it was expected there’d be a body to investigate, he’s a very close associate of Belyy, as there’s nothing more important to business than investigating the rivals and finding dirt on them to make them fall through infamy. He’s not exactly the PI who goes look for justice to be served, he’s just here for cash bro. He’s got intel on everyone, and will only let it out if offered the right thing in return (money, or sometimes other pieces of very secret intel, trade is good). Wouldn’t advise letting him and Gang team up tbh but they probably wouldnt, as Lawender is really more of a lone wolf player, going on his own for himself. The one thing that negates his usefulness as a PI on an accidental crime of scene is that even if he knew the whole truth of the event he would not spit it out unless he benefitted from saying it. He sure is a polarising lad, but at the same time, an untouchable one, he’s too knowledgeable to be taken down. Rather than sneaky, he’s extremely observant, noticing the tiniest details and engraving them in his memory, ready to be linked up to other details to deduct the big picture. He’s the upfront tea gathered basically (as opposed to Gang’s shadow tea gathering if you will, they are similar forces but using opposite methods)(also one of em got a licence n the other does not hAH).

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Now the secrets, all of em have them. One of em at least got the secret of having KILLED Belyy that’s that. But that’s to be kept for later (for if i ever use this story for more than daydream material gfhjgh) bet you can imagine what some of em may be just out of Knowing what i do, from having seen the characters in other contexts, or just because you’re a genius and reading the character profiles immediatly lit up the bulbs in your head forming the perfect theory, props to you, mad genius.

Honestly my thoughts are just how lit of a game that would be, you get to pick one hoe (maybe sum are locked til u find their secrets for juicy purposes) and you do your invetigation using your character’s perks and disadvantages, and maybe there could even be Multiple scenarios and outcomes, to spice it up, give replay value, i just think it’d be a game id spend hours on. tryin to get the spicy details of everyone’s life. walking around n digging through a rich man’s stuff, witnessing the drAMA of people fighting cause they’re locked in with a murderer and that’s stressful ngl. That or a long ass show @ netflix wanna give me a show maybe? give me hella budget we’re making it animated cause im too cultured for live action.

whatever i make of it though, i hope i can make this story Flourish, just so that i can lay down all those secret backstories i’ve written. i want the satisfaction of throwing out the craziest secret drama between character n seeing peeps loose their minds, it just is a tasty experience.

also i gotta say, i plug the hell out of Clue for an inspo but when i was building the basics of the story my mind immediatly went “oH MY GOD THE VIBES,, THE BACKSTABBING AND tEAMING UP and all,,, its The Genius, that one tv show where peeps have to do the wildest games that require strategy n they’re in that fancy set that looks like a rich ppl mansion oh god the vibes” so yeah, i rewatched the whole first two seasons cause they’re my faves and that had an impact if only minimal in the aesthetic.

Anyway hope that quick presentation gave you a lil taste of the story, and maybe,,,, got you curious,,, craving to learn more like you never did before (im exaggerating the only real question we all got is just “so who’s fuckin with whom then how many of yall secretly dating” this the real deal)

#doodlin every lad's face at one rly be like 'welcome to the cheekbone festival'#they got antti AND said at once like the cheekbonage is out of this world!#that's musta n gang btw #also every single time i draw cream (blue lad) im like 'i havent drawn u in ages' n it isnt #that i dont draw him much anymore #but that ive drawn only this bitch for months back in the days #him bein in this without his lover....criminal #cuz his boo wouldnt fit a murder mystery au like #hoes would find the corpse he'd just be like 'welp on that imma go to bed aight bye'#anyway u can tell which of my ocs i simp for v easely #like fr #they the ones i spend the longest drawfigfdj cuz i draw em n then go 'not hot enough do it again'#a struggle!#anyway the secret is that i prepares a motive AND an alibi for all of em #so that i can pick who murdered belyy at the last moment <3 #its all abt the contextual clues on the scene of crime <3 #none of the drama tells u anything its all for the treat of gossip <3 #sad part of this project is how much ive planned n written yet i can barely tell anythin if i want to make it #n ive drawn nothingbhd #i hav a dari n a weiwei in their coloured clothes lookin handsome cuz ofc i do #im predictable i have faves #ask if they're in love in this one too take a fuckin guess #u rly think hoe going to his boss's house so much to see the ceo ???? HAH #the real question isnt if theyre smooshin we all kno that answer the question is if dad white suit knows thATs whats important #are yall secret lovers or is green boy climbing the ladder of the company cuz he's smashing the boss's son #who knows #i do i aint telling pay me

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the-omni-princess · 4 years

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2020 Writing/Page Goals

Idea from @moonbeambucky

Hiya! Here’s a look into all my WIPs for this year/writing goals!

Overall Page:

Becca’s Reblog Challenge

- It’ll be tagged under fic rec and Becca’s reblog challenge

My Writing Challenge

- Need to make the masterlist and tag everything, and I might do another one over summer J

Start writing for other characters

- So honestly, I just need to do it. My page was originally going to write for Steve and Bucky and I became a Bucky ho along the way.

Diversifying

- I am going to try my hardest to diversify my readers/ocs/etc in my writings. From adding POC to using other cultures. (Reminder: I am Latina, so I clearly cannot write for other cultures. If I ever make a mistake, please tell me [as well as how I can fix it] so I can rectify it)

- Ie. Winter Storm seems white, but the OC is a first-generation American, and a daughter of a Greek goddess, and some wips will have Latina!Readers as that’s honestly easier for me to write

WIPS:

Bucky Fics (all I have planned lol, mostly)

Spiced Cinnamon

For @asadmarveltrashbag ‘s Writing challenge, due like next week lol

Prompt: ABO w/Bucky (smut me up)

Summary: A/b/o Dynamics, Omega! Reader, alpha! Bucky, true mates!

You’ve survived plenty of heats before, but when your true mate forgets his suppressants for the first time, it triggers the worst heat and rut either of you have ever had. You try not to give in, wanting to stay strong and not be that sort of omega, and Bucky does the same, not wanting to be a demanding alpha despite both of you dating for months. The pain becomes too much and you both give in to your desires (aka Im a hoe and Im surprised I havent written a abo smut fic before)

Wait for Me (I’m coming)

For @sunmoonandbucky and her #5kconstellationswc, due in Feb

Prompt: “All I’ve Ever Known” – Hadestown

Summary: Uhhhhh, I don’t got anything for this yet fam

(Unnamed fic)

@notyetneedcoffee ‘s writing challenge, due Feb

Prompt: Bucky pic, “A small herd of baby miniature goats ran out of the elevator.” And “It felt like coming home.“

Summary: Wakanda! Bucky! Cuteness!!!

(Unnamed fic)

For @buckysknifecollection ‘s #buckysknifecollectionchallenge, due late Feb

Prompt: Fantasy AU

Summary: Fae and Arranged Marriage AU: Person A’s hapless parents promised them to the Fae King (Bucky)

In Progress:

Blood Bound

- Damn do I need to finish this series. It was supposed to be done by Halloween but school really kicked my butt. I'm working on the new chapter rn

Winter Storm

- So many ideas for this fam. Gonna follow Steve and Bucky and Anya from the 30s to modern-day. So many twists planned. (wait till yall find out why it's named this)

Ideas:

Flowershop owner!Reader x tattoo artist!bucky (or steve)

Social media au (meme!poster!reader x oldman!bucky)

Detective!Bucky x Coffee shop owner!reader

Sweetie Pie (Sugar Daddy AU)

Soulmate au where instead of your soulmate’s name being written on your body, it’s the nickname your soulmate will give you

mafia 40s au! doctor!reader finds bucky in an alley

hades!bucky x Persephone!reader

#page goals #writing #writing goals

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smartcookie727 · 5 years

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Malibu Kisses

Long time no see! I am officially back for 2019. Took a break earlier in the year to do a ton of reading and improve my editing skills, so I hope yall can see the difference in my work while still getting that classic cookie vibe. First up is some Sheith! I have absolutely fallen off the deep end for them, and every other thing I see makes me think of a new AU. There’s enough angst to go around, so have some sweet fluff, teasing, and well...its me...so smut. Tis my brand *shrugs*. This is one big ol’ fic at a whopping 7k, which is my longest single fic to date. So celebrate this milestone with me with some fun in the tub. Big thanks to my beta team that listened to me cry about this fic for months. Yall kept me sane and away from the delete button. I hope yall enjoy. Leave me a comment, reblog, tag, anything so I know what yall like. Be sure to check out my writing blog @luminescent-words for all fics, WIPs, and everything literary!

Pairing: Sheith

Length: 7k

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They were supposed to be at a hot springs. They were supposed to be drunk. They were supposed to be naked. But their getaway was cut short at “one more meeting”. Shiro has a plan to remedy two of those things, and it requires Keith, the largest tub he's ever seen, and some coconut rum. Drunk and in love is a combination they know well, but tonight things get a little extra steamy.

Malibu Kisses

Malibu was sweet—too sweet—but Keith didn’t mind the sugary taste when he was licking it off Shiro’s lips. Everything tasted better when it was stolen from his tongue. And, tonight, the menu consisted of rum, whiskey, and the most gorgeous man in the Garrison on his stomach beneath the sheets. That was, if Shiro could find his surprise he’d so eagerly mentioned before.

They hadn’t intended on staying so late at the Garrison, but one meeting always led to another for Shiro. Then, the MFEs had come knocking on Keith’s door, and, regrettably, he’d be there to answer. Hours in the cockpit of a new fighter jet, simulator reprogramming, and several ass kickings doled out on the training deck later, he vowed never to make that mistake again.

All they’d wanted was a small getaway, but there was no such thing as a day off for the admiral or the leader of Voltron. It wasn’t surprising that their plans had fallen apart; what had been, was the way Shiro had welcomed him back to their room with a coconut kiss and the promise of something special. Immediately, Keith had dropped his bag, grabbed his own poison of choice, and let a giggling Shiro tug him out the door.

It didn’t take long for the pair to sneak along the hallways of the Atlas or for Keith to catch up to Shiro’s level of inebriation. With a bottle of whiskey in one hand and Shiro’s fingers laced in the other, he let himself be dragged past room after room he didn’t recognize. Though, at the rate they were going, maybe Shiro was a little too tipsy to remember where his surprise actually was.

Keith reached his hand out to grasp Shiro’s shoulder, ready to steer him back to their room and their nice, soft bed, or at least a closet for a little quick privacy, when Shiro made the smallest gasp of joy.

Metal fingers against his chest tilted Keith’s world on its axis. Their feet tangled together, sending him stumbling toward the floor and his back into a door. Shiro crowded around him, held him up—so close he could barely breathe.

Apparently, they’d arrived at their destination.

Keith hardly had a thought to spare about where they’d ended up, though, with the way Shiro was looking down at him, cheeks flushed with that perfect shade of pink he would do anything for.

He raised a hand to caress Keith’s face, twisting and twirling his fingers through dark locks. “I really wanted to go -hic-”

“I know, love, I know.”

It was neither of their faults that their plans for a little getaway hadn’t panned out, still, that knowledge couldn’t help ease the bitter disappointment. Sweet coconut rum, on the other hand, seemed to be doing the trick for Shiro.

“We’ve been planning this for so -hic-” Shiro tossed his head back, laughing at their mutual bad luck. “Iverson just had to have an extra two hour meeting after the three hour war council we’d just finished. He didn’t even want to let us break ten minutes for coffee, but I made sure he knew that it was—”

“Coffee or mutiny,” Keith said, mimicking Shiro’s voice. He might have more than a slight caffeine addiction, and Keith didn’t have the heart to deny him. If Shiro wasn’t careful, though, ‘coffee or mutiny’ would become the Garrison’s newest favorite axiom.

“That’s right. Coffee or mutiny. It could’ve easily been a two sentence email, Keith, -hic- a two sentence email.” He dragged the word out with disdain, chasing it with another sip from the tropical bottle.

Keith wound his arms around Shiro’s neck, gently rubbing circles into the back of his head. “I’m sorry, Shiro. I ended up having to work too,” he offered, hoping to ease the tension that visibly pulsated around him. “Even if it hadn’t been for Iverson, you know the MFEs would have still pulled me away.”

“Yeah, but they grabbed you cause you were here and not half naked in a hot spring where we should have been—where we would have been if not for—” He huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose and leaning into Keith’s touch. “I’m Admiral, right? I should get time to do the things I want too. All we asked for was twelve hours. Not even a full day! ”

Keith took a swig from his own bottle. “That’s not how it works, and you know it.” He tightened his hold and pulled Shiro down into a long kiss. “Now, Admiral,” he breathed, voice turning dark and husky, “what’s this surprise you’ve brought me all this way for?”

“Well,” Shiro mused, tracing his thumb along Keith’s jaw, “when I got home, and you were gone, I was so very sad. Not only were our plans ruined, but my loving boyfriend wasn’t even there to take me in his arms and help me relax after a long day.”

Keith drummed his fingers along the back of his neck, waiting to see where Shiro was going with this. He was guilty of more than a little dramatic flare when he was buzzed.

“So I found a solution to my problems.”

“You always do, golden boy.”

That earned him a laugh. “I’ve been working with the Atlas, you know? She’s surpassed every standard we can even conceive of, and we’ve still only just scratched the surface of what she can do. There’s so many fascinating things we have left to discover.” He pressed a knee between Keith’s legs, pushing him up harder against the door. “Like this room that just happened to appear this evening. That took care of one problem, and the rum from my office took care of the other. All I needed was to wait for you to get home.” A little gasp escaped Keith’s lips as Shiro leaned in closer. “Wanna see?”

“Yes,” he breathed, cheeks flush with heat and whiskey.

“Consider this our own little hot spring, baby.”

In a deft movement, Shiro swung open the door and ushered him inside. A large bathroom sprawled before them, clean cut with cream marble and a sparkling chandelier overhead. Hints of mahogany and lavender filled the air, and there was an entire cabinet stuffed floor to ceiling with plush towels, oils, soaps, and every bath accessory Keith could imagine. Out of the corner of his eye, Keith spied a king sized bed in what appeared to be an adjoining bedroom. The crown jewel, though, was the extra large aquamarine tub in the center of the room that looked more like a pool than a place to wash.

“Is your man great or what?” he whispered against Keith’s ear in that deep and sultry register he knew sent shivers down his spine.

“He is. And he must really want to soak, too. I thought he just wanted to get me naked for the fun reasons.”

Shiro cupped his ass and gave it a squeeze. “He wants that too. Patience. Right now, he just wants to see you out of those clothes.”

Quirking an eyebrow, Keith sauntered over to a bench along the wall and set his bottle down. He removed his boots without so much as a trace of urgency and stretched out, lacing his fingers behind his head.

“How about a little help?”

Fire burned in Shiro’s eyes as he cocked his head to the side. “Too sore from all that training to do it yourself? Or do you just want to be taken care of?” he teased, inching closer.

Keith held up a foot, pushing back lightly against his chest.

“Both. Though, now that I think about it, maybe I’d like a little show too, Admiral. You first.”

A devilish grin spread across Shiro’s face, and he took another swig of coconut rum.

“I think we can arrange that.”

Shiro walked a few steps back, refusing to break eye contact, and ever so slowly, popped button after button on his black uniform. It fell from his shoulders, landing in a rumpled mess his feet. All bare skin and scars, Keith was half tempted to cut things short and pull him into the other room, but Shiro was puffed out like a peacock and loving every second of it. He stretched his arms overhead, carefully turning to demonstrate just how many hours he’d been putting in at the gym lately. Then, biting his lower lip, he bent down to grab the garment. It went flying over his shoulder, sailing with a finger gun arrow straight to Keith’s heart.

He caught it, shedding his own red jacket and loosely replacing it with Shiro’s. A soft smile spread across Keith’s lips. It smelled like him—like mahogany with a touch of vanilla—like home. Flitting his gaze up, he caught a sly wink as Shiro lifted one foot up into the counter. The other stretched out behind him in a lunge, and he began to unlace his boot.

Keith whistled appreciatively at the sight. He couldn’t tell who was having more fun with this whole thing: him or Shiro.

Repeating the motion with the other boot, Shiro sank a little lower, surprisingly more flexible than usual. He was going to have to test just how much more later that night.

Clad only in his skin-tight uniform pants, Shiro slowly made his way over to one of the shelves piled high with flowery smelling liquids and salts. He swung his hips back and forth as he walked, calculated and teasing, and Keith fought every terrible instinct to drool.

He sat there for what felt like hours, just watching Shiro leaf through the various bottles and jars at his disposal—painfully beautiful and painfully indecisive.

Keith clicked his tongue. “Gonna make a choice sometime this century, or should I get a cryopod ready?”

“It’s a show, baby. You asked for it,” Shiro said dryly, not even bothering to glance over his shoulder. He did give a little extra flex to muscles, and Keith silently promised he’d make him regret those words.

Crossing his legs, Keith drummed his fingers along the bench. Loudly. He kept his eyes trained on Shiro as he finally turned to face him. Grinning, Shiro turned a small bottle over between his fingers, and Keith cursed his Pavlovian response to whine. Electricity crackled between them. Shiro strode forward for a few heated steps, but, when he was just within reach, diverted his path towards the tub.

Keith cocked an eyebrow.

“It’s bubble bath,” he snickered, bending over to pour the clear gel into the tub.

Damn the Garrison for making standard issue pants that tight.

Not to mention, his were a bit tight now, too. Keith groaned, shimmying them off, and chucked the offending material at Shiro. It hit him square in the back of the head. Shiro almost toppled in, and Keith smirked as he whipped his gaze back at him, expression transitioning from bewilderment, to curiosity, and finally settling on intrigue. He chuckled and tossed Keith a wink, resuming his inspection of the bath. Keith huffed in response, turning his attention to the ceiling in a not-so-silent concession to wait.

Metal fingers brushed against Keith’s hip, giving his waistband a snap, and he jolted forward. Shiro’s prosthetic worked its way up his chest and into his hair, massaging at his nape. A smile pulled at Keith’s lips. Shiro loved to give each and every piece of him attention, and he was more than willing to indulge.

He closed his eyes and allowed the hand explore his body, gently stripping him of the rest of his clothes. Keith groaned as it ghosted over his abdominals. He wanted more—wanted Shiro to touch him in earnest until they were bruised and breathless. Thoughts grew clouded in the haze of his want. He couldn’t hear the bath filling anymore. Truthfully, Keith couldn’t hear anything anymore but the sound of his own moans as they escaped his lips.

A warm presence crowded his space, leaving heated tracks along his skin. His eyes, dark purple and blown wide, fluttered open.

“Hey there, baby.”

Keith surged forward, grabbing the back of Shiro’s neck and pulling him down into a crushing kiss.

“You enjoy the show?” he asked with a chuckle.

“I did,” Keith murmured, desperately tearing off the last of Shiro’s clothes. “But this is better.”

They lost themselves in the exchange of tongue and spit and breath, drunk on the taste of desire. Keith dug his fingers into the freshly bared skin, rolling up into Shiro’s touch and practically begging him for more. Cold air accosted him as Shiro pulled away. Keith whimpered, indignant, chasing the heat he craved.

Shiro dropped to his knees.

Strong hands grasped the underside of Keith’s thighs, and every muscle in his body quaked as he placed a kiss against the sensitive skin. With a grunt, he hefted Keith into his arms and made his way towards the tub.

Shiro’s breath was hot on his neck as he eased them into the water. He settled onto a carved out ledge against the side of the tub and released his grip on Keith’s legs. Draping his elbows over the edges, Shiro sighed long and low.

This was what he’d wanted.

Keith let himself drift, floating until he could no longer reach Shiro with his toes. It was peaceful, quiet. Somehow, they’d found an oasis in the midst of a war camp. He would’ve liked to just float there for days if he could, but there was a more pressing matter at present, and it was pressing against his stomach.

Dipping his head below the water, Keith scoured the lingering thoughts of impending battle from his mind. This was not the time. He inhaled deep as he stood and shook droplets of water from his hair. Scanning around the tub, he spotted Shiro. His eyes were closed and he was sporting a smile from ear to ear. Not for the first time that night, Keith thought about how he might just be the luckiest man alive.

However, this was also not the time for a nap.

He skidded his hand rhythmically across the surface of the water, creating waves that crested and broke over Shiro’s face. Piercing silver eyes zeroed in on him, and Keith’s face split into a crooked smile.

“This tub is the size of our old shack. Did you really need to make it this big?”

Shiro countered with an easy shrug. “I have my reasons.” Languidly, he tracked the line of Keith’s body down to the water. Sparks flashed in his eyes, and he curled his index finger in a silent command.

Keith obliged, closing the space between them quickly.

“So,” he breathed, sliding a knee against either side of Shiro’s hips, “is this what you had in mind?”

“Yes.” The word came out thick and sweet like honey, and although Keith liked a little more bite, he would gladly lap up every ounce of sugar.

Shiro pulled him in close, running his hands up and down his body like it was his ultimate purpose in life. He was so warm, so solid beneath him, and Keith wanted those hands to tear him apart and put him back together. He let Shiro move him as he pleased, responding to every brush of skin. Blissful and unaware.

Water splashed over his face, and Keith sputtered, gasping for air. His eyes flew open. He was no longer poised over Shiro's lap, ready to make them both squirm and scream with pleasure. Far from it. Now, he faced the opposite direction, nestled on the underwater bench between Shiro’s legs. He looked up, burning accusation in his eyes, only to be met with a soft smile.

“But,” Shiro sighed, kissing the side of his neck, “I’m not about to let this bath go to waste. Relax, baby. Enjoy yourself.”

Keith snorted. He was enjoying himself; it just had more to do with the naked man at his back than the water. Still, he knew how to play the long game. He’d learned from the best how to be patient, and patience always yielded him a reward.

Easing against Shiro’s chest, Keith closed his eyes. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, and they sat there, basking in the warmth of the water, the floral scents, and the press of skin. It helped soothe the deep ache in Keith’s muscles. His day had been a blur of drills with Voltron, teaching cadets, one quick tour of a uniform closet after lunch, waves of robots on the training deck, and an extra three hours fine tuning the controls and programming in the Ares simulator. Keith was tired as hell, and tipsy was just a spec in his rear-view mirror. Maybe, he needed this more than he cared to admit.

“Ya know, this might actually be better than the springs,” he said, startling the silence that had enveloped them.

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

Shiro’s fingers curled through his hair. “How?”

“Well,” he mused, stretching his arms up and lacing them around Shiro’s neck, “would we have gotten this drunk if we’d gone?”

“Yes.” Shiro drew out the word, almost teasing. His breath was warm against Keith’s ear, and it made his toes curl.

Chuckling, he turned in Shiro’s lap. “Would we be this naked?”

“Yes.”

“Would they appreciate the two of us not being able to take our hands off each other in the pool?”

Shiro was silent a moment too long.

“Well then, I consider this a win. Cause here, no one can tell me not to touch you.” Keith’s voice reverberated with a sound more akin to a growl than his usual stardust. Something dangerous flashed in his eyes, and he pounced.

He began with Shiro’s chest. His hands roamed over the expanse of skin, tweaking spots Keith knew would drive him wild. Under his fingertips, the beat of Shiro’s pulse spiked, and an appreciative rumble tore through his chest. Perfect. Keith watched hungrily as Shiro tried to exhale through his nose in a futile attempt to calm his senses, but Keith knew his body better than his own. And Shiro’s praised patience had begun to crack.

Tender and slow, Keith placed open mouthed kisses up the length of his collarbone. The barest whine broke Shiro’s lips before strong hands wrapped around his waist and dragged them both underwater.

Damn. He’d shown his hand too early. But, Keith knew a thousand ways to take Shiro apart, he just needed to find the right one. This time, they ended up seated sideways, legs draped over one another.

Lips brushed the side of Keith’s neck. “Patience, baby. Pamper first, fuck after.”

Keith groaned and splashed the water with his foot.

“You have the cutest scowl,” Shiro said, ruffling his hair. He paused for a moment, then began to massage Keith’s scalp, gently moving his neck back and forth. A rumbling purr rose unbidden from his throat. “You’re just like the wolf, ya know?” Keith tilted his head to the side. “You’ll do anything for a few scritches.”

“Not a bad thing,” he countered, trying to hold the laughter under his breath and punched Shiro in the arm.

“No, indeed.”

Keith smiled and his eyes lit up like the stars.

“I love it when you look like this,” Shiro said, continuing to rub circles into his crown. “Love that I can make you look like this.”

“Love to pamper me?” he teased.

“Yes.”

His words were a truth Keith had to remind himself wouldn’t slip away. So much had before, but Shiro, he was a solid tether, and he wanted to love a messed up little punk like him with every fiber of his being.

“We don’t get enough time like this, definitely won’t once we launch.”

Keith sighed, leaning into him. “Yeah. Gotta defend the universe, right?”

The universe in all it’s never-ending mystery. Always on the precipice of destruction with only a handful crazy humans in magic robotic lions to keep it stitched together. It had been his life for so many years now. It could be the rest of his life. The end of his life. He’d run along that razor thin edge far too many times, and one person had only so much luck before the ground fell out from under him. Right? Well, that had already happened anyways, so what the fuck did he know? Nothing. They knew nothing, and it was eating away at the edges of his sanity.

“Baby, come back.”

The words wrapped around his consciousness as something soft pressed against his ear. Lips. Mahogany. Vanilla.

Shiro.

Keith gasped. His heartbeat thundered in his ears. Too many thoughts were flying through his head. Too many images he wanted to forget. Too many faces. Too many names. He exhaled just like Shiro had taught him to, so long ago at the Garrison. One, two, three, four, five. Wait. Inhale. Repeat. The fog thinned from his mind. Sniffling, Keith let his head fall against the warm chest behind him.

“You all back?” Shiro asked delicately, placing another kiss against the shell of his ear.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “It’s just—unnerving. We know so little about what’s waiting for us out there. Nearly got gutted when we fought that one Altean robeast. There could be a whole fleet standing by. I don’t know if we’ll be able to—”

“Shh, Keith,” he crooned, kissing his neck, “we can’t worry about the things we can’t control. We have Voltron—the best version of Voltron—with the best leader I know.”

“Shiro,” Keith groaned, “I’m not—”

“It’s true, baby, you’re amazing.” He nosed at his hair. “You are exactly what this team needs to succeed, and the only one I'd trust to keep everyone safe in my stead. You care so much. You don't give up.” He sighed. “We keep evolving, overcoming the obstacles ahead of us. Yeah, the future is uncertain, but we can’t worry about that right now.”

Keith burrowed into his chest and scoffed. “I don’t understand how you can be so chill about it, Shiro.”

“It’s because I have you,” he said, gently squeezing his shoulder. “Because I know that no matter what happens out there, I’ll always find my way back to you.” His fingers drifted down the sharp line of Keith’s jaw and tilted his chin. Warm lips pressed against his own.

Reluctantly, Keith broke their kiss and captured every fiber of Shiro’s being in his gaze. “I’m not losing you again, Takashi.” Never again. He’d rip the fabric of space and time to shreds before he ever let that happen again. Shiro was his home, and they’d both drifted alone in this universe for far too long. His eyes softened. “I’ll put you on a chain if I have to.”

Shiro whistled low, wiggling his eyebrows. “Maybe later.”

��It’s the good boys that are always the kinkiest,” Keith said, poking him in the chest and darting out his tongue.

“And the bad boys are always the neediest,” Shiro returned. His hand glided over Keith’s thigh, and it pulled a whine from deep within his chest.

“Maybe I wouldn’t be so needy if my boyfriend would fuck me already.”

“Patience, baby.” But there seemed to be a disconnect between his words and his hands. They’d moved up his thigh and were now perched on the soft swell of Keith’s ass. “I don’t want this nice bath me and Atlas made to not get used to its fullest potential. We worked so very hard, and you look like you need a little more relaxing before I fuck you so good you sleep through training tomorrow morning.”

“That’s some big talk.”

Shiro circled him with a finger, and Keith’s body shuddered with pent-up desire. “On my honor.” Keith groaned, tried to grind down onto him, but Shiro was careful not to give him an inch. “You want me, baby?”

Sweat dripped down Keith’s throat. He was was breathing hard, worked up, and couldn’t form a coherent thought if the universe depended on it. Every witty remark he knew died on his tongue as Shiro teased his rim again. So he let his body speak instead. He was a man of action, not words.

Keith pressed forward until they were flush together, and, God, did Shiro want this as bad as he did. He could feel it. But that damn patience of his was still holding strong. Luckily, Keith knew exactly how to chip away at his defenses.

Perking his ass out, he stood. Water dripped down the long lines of his body, leaving glistening trails in their wake. He looked magnificent, and he knew it. Keith took his own nipple in hand, rolling and teasing it until it stood hardened and alert, then he fisted a handful of Shiro’s forelock with the other and sent him on a one way collision course to his abdomen.

Shiro groaned as he made contact, eagerly placing messy kisses up and down Keith’s stomach from his seat below. His breathing hitched, and the soft touch of lips shifted to the sharp bite of teeth.

“You make it so hard,” Shiro gasped, chest heaving against him, “for me to say no. But—” In an all too familiar flash, he gripped onto Keith’s hips and pulled them both under the water. “You're gonna have to do better than that to break me.”

“Duly noted,” Keith sighed, shaking droplets from his hair. But he didn't mind. Because, the game was afoot, and he knew how to play.

A sudden swell crashed over him, and Keith unceremoniously toppled back into the water. He cursed under his breath. The dunking was getting a little excessive at this point. Shiro offered him a hand, laughing like he was having the time of his life, but, instead of responding with a patented Kogane smart-ass remark and cool stare, fissures formed in Keith’s exasperated facade. He couldn’t even complain. He loved Shiro like this. With a smile plastered across his face, he looked less troubled than a man with as many scars as he did possibly could.

“Well,” Keith said, nonchalant, “if we aren’t going to get a little dirtier anytime soon, at least hand me something to wash with.” As if he couldn’t help it, Shiro sniffed the and wrinkled his nose. “Hey, you didn’t give me a chance to freshen up—you just said ‘grab a drink and follow me, baby, I got a special surprise for you’—and I’ve spent the last few hours in a simulator and on the training deck.” Keith laughed, running his hands through his hair. “Or would you prefer it if I was stinky? Would you like that ba—”

Shiro thrust bottle of shampoo at him. “No. Wash.”

Keith snickered and took it, squeezing a bit into his and a bit into Shiro’s hair. His eyebrows furrowed together until they practically formed a single line and his jaw parted slightly.

“Both. I don’t know where you’ve been. You could be dirty,” he teased, stepping closer. Keith massaged the gel into his scalp until it foamed. “I’ll do yours if you do mine.”

Shiro cocked an eyebrow and rinsed out the suds. “Sit down then.”

Keith wiggled and did as he was told. Rolling his eyes, Shiro began to work Keith’s hair into a lather. A sloppy smile spread across his face. It felt nice to be cared for—and to be clean. Shiro handed him a bar of soap, and Keith turned, repaying the little show he’d so eagerly put on before. When he was finished, and Shiro’s entire face was a light shade of pink, Keith climbed into his lap and smoothed the soap over his skin. Contented hums filled the room as he worked. Keith smiled; Shiro looked so relaxed, so happy.

Gently, he tugged him down to the water’s surface. Shiro's arms spread out until he was floating on his back, troubles rolling off him like waves. Keith pulled him out into the middle of the tub. He was beautiful, his eyes, his voice, the way his lips curled up into a smile, down to every last scar. With a tender touch, Keith began to trace over them with his lips.

Each was a solemn reminder of pain, of perseverance, of the peace they fought for. He loved them all—because Shiro had survived. They were bookmarks etched into his skin, and Keith knew every story. Starting at the beginning, he read over his chapters, working his way up to his mouth. Their lips parted, and Shiro gazed up at him like Keith was every star in his universe.

“Do you know how much I love you, Shiro?”

“To the moon and back?” he asked, chuckling to himself.

“The moon isn’t so far away. Try again.”

He smirked. “To...Kerberos and back, then? ”

“Ha, that’s a start,” Keith conceded, running his hand under Shiro’s chin, “try to the next reality and back. I’ve done it, you know.”

“I was there, Keith.” Lifting a finger to either side of his head, he mimed a lion’s roar.

“Yeah, and you had the weirdest accent.” He grinned, poking at his cheek. “It was cute, though. And, damn, did you have a nice spacesuit over there, really showed off your assets.”

Shiro snorted. “Don’t be drooling over an alternate reality me when the original is right here.”

“Clone,” Keith teased, dragging out the vowels.

Shiro grabbed the back of his legs under the water and stood. “It’s almost like you don’t want to get fucked tonight, baby.”

In general, Shiro was an imposing figure, but when he was barely a breath away, closing into Keith’s space like a predator that’s caught his prey, he looked downright ferocious. It made Keith’s heart lurch forward. He wanted Shiro to sink into him and never let go. But his silver eyes were narrowed, dangerous, and a wicked smile stretched across his face. A fraction of a second too late, Keith realized he hadn’t removed his hands from his hips.

“Don’t you dare, you—,” Keith tried to scream, but he was already being pulled under the water, tickled mercilessly until tears formed in the corners of his eyes. Like a feral animal, he splashed at Shiro, kicking him playfully until they were both out of breath. They wrestled back and forth until they hit the edge of the tub. Keith’s sides burned as he laughed. Driving his crown into Shiro’s shoulder, he landed a tickle fight ending blow, and they collapsed against the carved out bench together, smiling, happy.

Feather-light, Shiro brushed a stray strand of jet black hair behind his ear. His gaze was warm, almost protective, and it made Keith feel treasured beyond belief. Catching his breath, he threaded their fingers together and ran soothing strokes under Keith’s palm. It was subtle, but Keith understood every silent word.

I’d claim you, too. If we can both make it out of this alive, in a heartbeat, I’ll make you mine.

Keith squeezed his hand and watched as Shiro’s eyes shimmered, blinking back something that looked suspiciously like a tear. They’d never needed words to understand each other.

With a sigh, Shiro broke their stare and sent his prosthetic flying out to retrieve the Malibu from the counter. He took a long swig of the clear liquid and smiled. Keith narrowed his eyes at him. The man had saved the universe a few times over now, he guessed he was allowed one flaw.

“Thirsty?” Shiro asked.

“No, way,” he scoffed, nodding at the tropical bottle, “stuff’s pure sugar.”

Shiro shifted until he was cradling Keith’s head in his hand. “And you have a sweet tooth.”

“Only when it comes to you.”

He nearly barked with laughter. “Let’s leave the body shots for another night.”

Keith wiggled his eyebrows and sat up, but Shiro nudged his shoulder with the bottle of whiskey.

“How thoughtful.” He accepted the peace offering. Still eyeing him, Keith took a sip then placed it to the side of the tub. “That magic hand really comes in...handy, huh?”

“Yeah,” Shiro replied, shrugging his shoulder. There was a deep flush in his cheeks and an easy smile on his face. It was the opportunity he’d been waiting for.

“You know,” he mused, dropping his voice down into a register that would drill holes in Shiro’s foundation, “that’s not the only reason I think you have magic hands.”

Shiro’s eyebrows lifted clear into space as Keith stood, stretching, showing off his taut muscles.

“You give the best massages, love,” he said, turning around to sit in front of him, slightly bent forward. “Would you do my back? I think it would really help me relax after the long, hard day I’ve had.” Innuendo dripped with every word, but Keith kept his face all innocence and smiles, flashing him the barest of pouts.

Shiro snickered but obliged, sending his arm to fetch the massage oil from the cabinet. “Anything for you, baby. Just relax.”

Warmth spread across his back as Shiro smoothed the oil across his skin. Keith sighed a little too loud, and Shiro’s hands tensed for half a breath. Then, he began to rub. Closing his eyes, Keith thanked his every lucky star for Shiro; he had the hands of a God, and damn, did he know how to use them. All knots would eventually bend beneath his will, and there was no muscle nor ache he could not ease.

Moans tore from his lips each time Shiro focused on a new part of his back. He worked his body rough, and it left Keith panting and needy. Eventually, his hands began to linger, languidly tracing up and down his spine. Keith breathed in deep. He craved his touch—would gladly have Shiro explore his body with abandon—but he had to keep his head. Those hands were wandering, and, if he played it smart, their test of wills would finally end.

Slowly, Keith took himself in hand and began to pull long, even strokes along his length. Shiro snorted behind him, but he disregarded the implication.

“You said to relax, Commander. I’m just following orders.” Shiro’s fingers twitched at the title and snuck around to join him, but Keith brushed them away. “Focus, please.” His voice lilted with a sing-song air, and he leaned forward a little more.

Begrudgingly, Shiro began again.

Keith smiled to himself. Never underestimate the powerful need Shiro had to care for him or the ensuing frustration if said need was denied.

Keith moved his fist faster, arched his back harder, and, more often than not, had to bat away a wandering touch. Shiro was relentless in his attempts to place a hand where he didn’t need to be massaged but could make Keith moan all the same.

Always a step ahead, Keith countered every move, never allowing him more than a brush of fingertips. He’d made himself a promise earlier that night to make Shiro regret initiating the long game—regret every sudden dunk under the water—and he was here to collect. There was a new roughness in the way Shiro dug his fingers into his skin, and Keith knew he was losing his cool.

Adjusting as Shiro darted his hands around him again, he forced him to focus on the task at hand. He was close to breaking, and Keith knew exactly how to land the final blow. With a groan, he began to buck his hips in short, quick movements. There was a sharp intake of breath behind him, and a rush of triumph spurred him on. Keith picked up the pace, lightly bumping against Shiro at the end of every thrust. He let himself be loud, each noise that escaped his throat more drawn out and needy than the last.

Suddenly, fingers gripped Keith’s hips and held him in place. With shaking hands, Shiro traced along the muscle at the small of Keith’s back. Direct hit.

Sighing, Keith dropped his head onto Shiro’s shoulder, exposing his neck. “Feels so good,” He purred. There was a tell-tall glazed over look in Shiro’s eyes, and Keith knew he’d won.

“Shiro,” he whined.

“Yeah, baby?” he asked, voice was raspy with want.

Keith scooted back, angling his ass up ever so slightly. “I’m still a little tight in one spot. Think you could help loosen me up?”

“Fuck, yes, Keith.”

Finally.

Before he could tout his victory, Keith was being flipped over, hips pressed into the tub. Shiro wasted no time. He grabbed a bottle of slick and coated his fingers liberally. Keith shuddered as he licked a hot stripe down his neck.

“You just had to be a little minx tonight, huh, baby?” Shiro whispered, tugging Keith’s earlobe with his teeth.

He craned his neck, fixing Shiro with a devious look. “You started it.” Nails dug into the swell of Keith’s ass, and he groaned. “Just had to play the long game.” Sweat dripped down his temple. “This is all on you, baby.”

Shiro pressed a kiss just behind the corner of his jaw, sucking at his pulse. “And you’re gonna be so good for me from now on, aren’t ya?”

Metal fingers circled around Keith’s rim and slowly teased him open.

He keened. “Yes.”

Gently, Shiro nuzzled his cheek, then curled his fingers inside him so hard Keith had to struggle to breathe.

“Good.” In a swift movement, Shiro removed his fingers and coated his length thoroughly. He placed a kiss to Keith’s nape, lining himself up, then slowly eased inside.

Keith gasped at the sudden pressure. No matter how many times they were together, he could never get over how wonderful that initial, deep stretch from Shiro’s cock felt. It was like he was burning from the inside out, and Shiro was gasoline to his fire.

Breathing in deep, Keith relaxed around him. Shiro was nearly saddled to the hilt. He tweaked a nipple, and Keith’s entire body quaked. Wicked laughter came from behind him, then Shiro began to thrust.

Spots danced across Keith’s vision as he moved. He set a punishing pace, tearing him apart more quickly than normal. Just how Keith liked it. He knew he’d riled Shiro up pretty well with that last stunt, but this was more than just a product of his teasing. They stood on the edge of a precipice, and this was their claim.

Shiro’s hands grabbed his hips, pulling Keith flush against his chest. Their lips crashed together in a desperate tangle of emotion they could not express any other way. Keith moaned again and again as Shiro bucked into him. His nerves crackled and sparked. Every slide threatened to break him in two, and Keith grew pliant under his touch. Shiro angled himself upward slightly, stroking along his prostate. Keith barely muffled the ensuing scream.

“God, I love you,” Shiro murmured, pounding into him harder.

His veins coursed with pleasure. Keith smiled weakly from below, unable to form a single coherent word.

“Love your body. Love the way you feel against me. Love that I know exactly what noise you’ll make when I do this.” He thumbed over the head of Keith’s cock and thrust up simultaneously. His scream ripped through the air, and Keith sank a little lower, panting. “Love that you take all of me. God, Keith. You’re amazing.”

Teeth bit down onto his shoulder. Keith swore he could see galaxies sprawl out in front of him.

Collapsing forward onto the tile, he mumbled, “Want you to—”

Shiro bucked into him again. “What was that, baby?” He slipped a few finger’s into Keith’s mouth, and he sucked them greedily. “Is this what you’ve been wanting all night—for me to fuck you senseless?”

Keith nodded his head ‘yes’.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes!” he screamed.

Capturing Keith’s lips in a kiss, he whispered, “Good.”

A warm hand wrapped around Keith’s length, and he thrust up into it wildly. Their bodies slapped together in a fervid need for friction and release. Every nerve ending was maxed out on pleasure. Keith moaned and clawed at Shiro, lost to the erratic jolting of his hips. Shiro’s breathing was heavy as he pumped Keith mercilessly, dragging him over his edge.

It surged through Keith like a tidal wave, punching the air out of his lungs. Shortly after, Shiro crested with his own release. He cried out his name; sweaty, glistening, and blissed out beyond belief.

Spent, they floated back, hands clasped together.

“Think they would’ve let us do that in the hot springs?” Keith asked, breathless.

“We would not have been asked to return.”

Laughter settled over both of them.

“I think this was better, all things considered.”

Shiro sighed in agreement. “One day we’ll go.” There was a far off wistfulness in his voice, like a memory just out of reach.

“I promise, love. One day we’ll go,” Keith crooned, pulling him out of the tub. Gently, he placed a kiss to the edge of Shiro’s jaw. Tension eased from his face, but before he could speak, Keith tapped his nose.

Snickering, he turned on his heel and grabbed a towel from the rack on the wall. Keith dried them both off, giving every inch of Shiro’s body attention.

“Now, Admiral, it’s my turn to pamper you,” he said, ruffling the towel through his hair. “My hands are magic too, ya know.” Keith pulled him down to whisper in his ear, “On your stomach and on the bed.”

Lightning flashed in the silver of Shiro’s eyes, and it sent a shiver racing up Keith’s spine.

“Yes, sir.”

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