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Hi! Can I please get how each of the Hacketteers would react to seeing you after the night has ended? Thank you so much! <3
Headcanon Series #3
When the sun rises…
Blyg, Abigail
The first thought running through her brain when her eyes settle on your form, taking in your terrified tremors and blood soaked clothing, arms folded protectively over your midriff, is just how relieved she is that you’re alive. She doesn’t care that your covered in blood, doesn’t care that some of it may or may not be yours in that moment. Her arms envelope your body before you can react, her lips pressed to the only clean skin on your cheeks she can find, muffled mumbles of your name released in between. When your arms unfurl and return the embrace, even though she spent hours panicking and worrying and fearful for her own life, her heart soars with love and joy. You’re safe and that’s all that matters.
Brinly, Max
He’s stumbling over his own feet the moment his green eyes meet yours, his name falling from your lips. You’re bounding toward each other like some cliche romance novel, his arms coiling around your waist. With sheer strength he can’t remember having, he’s lifted you up in the air, spinning you around circles as you laugh with pure, untainted joy. His grin has never been wider than that, gazing over your visibly shaken but otherwise unharmed form with absolute adoration. He keeps you close even when the cops arrive, one hand protectively hooked around your waist.
Custos, Jacob
At first, he’s disoriented. He swears he’s died and gone to heaven, because, for a moment, the clouds have parted to rain a golden halo of sunlight over you. Even though you’re both semi-nude and covered in blood and various scratches, he still finds you beautiful as you step through the bushes to join him. It’s only when your fingers caress his jaw that he blinks rapidly, lip quivering. His tears are falling and his face is suddenly buried in your hair, soft murmured apologies and confessions lost in the wisps. You stand there, embracing in the dawn, relishing in the realization that you’re both okay.
Erzahler, Ryan
If anyone had told him how hard he’d fall for you, he’d have laughed and walked away. He was the brooding, loner type, after all, love wasn’t in his schedule. However, as he’s returning from his mission to kill Silas, two strange allies on his heels, he can’t help but notice how his eyes immediately search the group of friends standing before the lodge for you. When your eyes meet, his heart warms at the watery grin on your lips and he extends his arms to catch you when you barrel forward. It takes three words slipping from your mouth in a shaky gasp for him to realize just why his heart hammers so hard now. He loves you, too.
Furcillo, Nick
He’s unsure whether or not the curse is truly over as he stumbles through the trees, his mind whole set on finding you. You have to be alive, you must be, he thinks over and over again. He’s worried, wondering if in the blurry gaps of his memory he’d somehow attacked you in the night. The sheer guilt and agony that tears through him at that thought is broken by the sharp gasp he releases when a sudden force barreling from the right has him falling. Sprawled on his back, he blinks through the sunlight and takes in your disheveled features, relishing in the sensation of your fingers cupping his face. His heart hammers for a different reason now, and he doesn’t resist the urge to press your lips to his own. You’re safe, he didn’t kill you, you’re okay. Nick finds it in him to relax under your loving caress.
Ka, Kaitlyn
For such a tiny, feisty yet calm woman, she’s wrecked the moment the sun peaks over the lakes horizon, stumbling around the lodge in a desperate search for you. She’s tossing doors open and stumbling up the steps to the classroom, begging to whatever otherworldly force there is out there that she saved you in time. Her breathe leaves her in a harsh gasp as her chocolate brown eyes meet yours, and in a rush of limbs and chaste kisses, you embrace. She’s completely unconcerned with the worry in your eyes, ignoring her own scrapes in favor of making sure you’re not fatally harmed. Her touch is ticklish and urges a buckle of laughter from your lips, a smile tweaking at her own mouth.
Kearney, Laura
Honestly, she’s not even concerned. She wholeheartedly believes that you are 100% a-okay after Silas’ body stills. Yet, despite this, she finds herself moving at a much faster pace as she scrambles off the boat. Her arms find you and she pulls you in, allowing you to pepper her face in gentle kisses and hold her close. You’re a touchy person, she knows, and she for once relishes in the touch of your lips and your hands on her. She saved you, you’re both alive, everything’s okay now, she mumbles to you. Her pulse settles and her lungs breathe in your scent greedily. Everything’s okay.
Lenivy, Dylan
He’s stumbling at first, dropping the pan in his right hand to the floor with a clatter. You’re dashing past Kaitlyn and bounding over Caleb’s still form, quickly pulling the brunette down into a rushed, sloppy yet passionate kiss. He can feel your terror, concern, fatigue in that kiss, but he’s focused on the love, relief and joy in your eyes as you part, a smile shared between you. He’s down a hand but he’s still got you, and nothing in the world could be better than that.
Mountebank, Emma
The first thing she does is smack you across the back of the head, berating you for running off without her after Jacob had left the party. She admits she’d worried herself and nearly fallen to her death twice looking for you, which inevitably makes you feel guilty. However, once she’s released her frustrated qualms, her hands slip into yours and her forehead brushes your own, breathes mingled whilst she gazes over your pale, bruised skin. A shaky smile forms on her face and she presses a chaste kiss to your nose, squeezing your hands lightly. She’s just glad you’re both okay.
hii, i was wondering if you have any other platforms like wattpad or ao3? i feel like it would be easier to read your works from there. thank you xx,
I do, yes. I use wattpad for the most part but will be considering implementing AO3 in my writing sometime soon. As of right now, almsot everything I have is on hiatus due to personal health issues. Feel free to read anything I have. I’ll post a link to my wattpad here.
