My heart literally stopped in my chest... the thought of Rainey just bursting into tears made me want to cry. Poor thing. I love you Rainey <3 We need more Rainey appreciation here!!!
*happy* *cute* *nice old man* *sweetiepie* *actual angel face* *babygirl i love you*
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*gives you mindblowing kisses while grabbing you into sexy bear embraces* *speaks dirty to you and yet it's also elegant and breathless* *fucks you so well and thoroughly you'll dream about this for the rest of your life*
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"Daddy's going to take VERY good care of you, but you need to be a very good girl first and deprave yourself with me..."
Taking the "fujoshi seat" between Dorian and Keith, and loving it
*That is AN EXTRACT OUT OF CONTEXT from the fanfiction I'm writing, I did this moment yesterday, in French initially, and @lacrimalis @fruitytrollroll got a bit uhh mad with it so I chose to translate this before work and send it for a nice surprise upon waking up :P This will need some rewriting I guess, for better flow, but the idea? Is nice :P
BIG SPOILERS FOR DATE EVERYTHING ENDING OF COURSE
*The context has been willingly blurred, this occurs in chapter 8 of thIS fanfiction). All you have to know is that I HC Keith to be a very lively person after Realization, like, larger than life, crude, but also downright charming even after the reveal, should he choose to. There has been a lot in between, though, so their reactions are more understandable, and MC and Dorian are here to call him on the latest bullshits he has done (he does a LOT of it, he's wild, I love it).
We take also into account the past history @lacrimalis and I have been talking about, and the theory among which Keith not only witnessed Zoey's murder, but that he was cast in the crawlspace - basically forced detention in a black cell, for 40 years- because of it, and that it's the reason why... why you know what, so that plays a lot.*
*Also. I was told toxic old man yaoi is a thing people love a lot. * gesture at them* *
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« So, you finally managed to get your ‘wife’ here ? » snorted the bar’s owner at his counter as he was talking to Keith, while the latter came to greet him and shake his hand. The owner cast a quick glance toward your 'bodyguard'. « With… Who, is that, a son from a first marriage ? »
To hear Dorian being referred to as « his son » had Keith unable to restrain himself, who burst into a very cheerful « Ha ! » before motioning towards you and Dorian with a finger behind his shoulder, without so much as a glance your way.
« Very funny ! He is an old flame of mine! »
« I am not his ‘wife’ or ‘girlfriend’ or whatever… » you clarified, putting your elbows on the round table you were sitting in, inside this round booth. The round bench had enough room for Dorian and you to sit wide apart, yet you found yourself scooting unconsciously towards him.
The owner, when he heard Keith's answer, looked disconcerted at first, then stared a long time at Dorian - then propped his elbows on the counter, and looked at Keith in another way now. Something seemed to annoy the other man.
Something akin to a double standard ?
« Your old flame ? Isn’t he… a lot younger than you ? »
« So what ? » said Keith, shrugging. « We would need to eat soon. I should leave soon, and these two have not yet tasted your sweet hospitality… Think it’s possible to do something ? »
Then he leaned and whispered to the bar’s owner, behind a hand so you could not hear what he said. The bar owner’s eyebrows shot up visibly, then he took back a glance at you as if the two of them were speaking about you, and he gave an enthusiastic grin. He then gave his attention back to the older uh…. « gentleman », and both discussed at low voice something. You shivered, and you felt under the table Dorian taking your hand in his.
Your… not bodyguard, but tonight he definitively was assuming this role, had stiffened, and he seemed in a very bad mood. Keith, seemingly basking in this cheerful and larger than life attitude he had since he got Realized, sauntered toward your booth with a little song under his breath, his tall figure casting still a regal but a bit more tiger-like air autour him, a wide grin on his face.
He was absolutely elated to see you two again, and even though he had been rightfully nervous earlier, to bring you both into what seemed to be his « kingdom » or at least a place he had been frequenting for a while now and felt more familiar than you both, seemed to make him a lot more confident.
Still standing, he leaned to you as for a kiss on your hair as he tried to make his way into the booth by your left, which would have effectively trapped you between these two very fine specimen of men… But, wary and definitively not in the mood, you instead scooted closer towards Dorian.
The gesture did not go unnoticed by Keith this time, especially as Dorian wrapped a arm around your back, not in a loving way, but a protective one.
I do not like the one you are with them.
Keith, reading the room, sat in the booth by your left but at a safe distance, and he leaned a bit on the table, casting you a puzzled glance.
« Well ? Carino, what is… »
« I do not like your new friend, » you frowned. « He stares weird at me, and he looks strange at Dorian. »
Keith's eyebrows furrowed in perplexity, the joke not appealing to his values at all or so it would seem.
In quiet silence, his cheerful disposition instantly turned to absolute seriousness. He turned straight to shoot a look behind him beyond the booth seat’s upper cushions, straight toward the bar’s owner he stared hard at with a particularly intense glare – a bit as if he was personally surveying the man’s personality or « SPECS points », the way he did so frequently towards you when you first meet. The bar’s owner, currently giving orders to a barely seen woman in the kitchen beyond the bar’s counter, noticed nothing.
« Keith, » called a firm standing Dorian, who carefully tuck you closer to him, as if to protect you behind his back, and to stand ready to leap in front of you if necessary – « Explain yourself. You sound at home here. How it is possible. »
(…I’m going to paraphrase here, because the context is particular)
Keith acknowledged his concern and explained himself, but you saw that he did so without really paying attention to both of you, his former friends and flames, his focus entirely adressed toward investigating and assessing the other, seemingly older man.
His explanation did make sense, although it betrayed Keith’s complete crazy attitude towards life that he now embraced fully, very much still doing everything he pleased without thinking a second about the consequences. But that also led you to believe that he had been waiting for you to finally come in.
Which, in a way, was… comforting ? You guessed ?
Keith cut himself short in his explanation for the bar owner, after giving all his orders, turned back to him while coming back at the bar, and cheerfully exclaimed :
« It’s good ! You’ve got three Daily Special coming in, plus the two Amaretto Alexander. What do your ‘cop’ wants to drink ? »
Keith’s lips curled like a cat about to hiss, which gave him the most downright terryfying expression you ever saw on him. Your former skeleton key propped himself better against the back of the booth seat, and scooted closer towards you. Spreading his position, he extended an arm that he placed on the booth seat behind your neck and reaching toward Dorian, his other arm calmly and with a certain regal flair laying in front of him, on the table, akin to a king holding his scepted on his throne. He turned his glance towards Dorian with an immediately much changed expression, half-lids, eyebrows up, and a slight, slight pout on his lips, as if he was deep in thinking, and gently touched Dorian’s shoulder.
« Cariño… What do you want to drink ? »
Dorian, formerly focused on keeping you safe and glancing around you for potential issues, turned back an astonished and furious glare to Keith… Until he caught his eyes.
Dead serious.
Keith’s voice was perhaps low and seductive, bedroom voice, but his eyes were the complete opposite. Tranquil fury. Keith’s hands, once he caught sight of Dorian, leaned in and caressed his shoulder, settling on them in a sensual motion.
« How about a Sex on the Beach ? » Keith pretended to purr.
You saw – or perhaps was it an illusion ? – a very quick gesture from Keith, as if once he had caught Dorian’s attention, he gave the slightest tilt on his head toward the bar owner, eyes following quickly, before turning back, ice steel, to his, and yours, old flame.
Dorian followed the gesture… and all of a sudden, something went through them. A silence, but a meaningful silence.
Then, a sly smirk appeared on Dorian, as he realized the former key’s intent. It was the colossus’s turn to smirk, as he also sat back right against the booth seat, on your left, his left arm wrapping around your shoulder’s and using you like a prop, to lean toward Keith behind your back. Dorian’s right hand came and dug into his own hair in a flirty gesture you saw him doing a lot of time, though this time it felt perhaps even hornier – then he spoke, with a voice that sounded very much as if « Trap Dorian » was on display, full breathy, full husky, and full sexy.
« Alright… But do not go too hard on me, alright ? I have to drive after. »
You couldn’t even process this : the two men flirting, hard, behind you, were driving you mad. Especially as their arm, Keith’s left, Dorian’s right, were both closing in the middle of the table in front of you and quite encaging you between them.
You knew you could have cooked an egg on your cheeks.
« Well, why wouldn’t we go and take a nap in my hotel room ? » suggested Keith as he leaned further to meet Dorian’s head, both behind your back, his breath tickling your hair. « Perhaps they will still accept us… » The expression on his face, a soft sultry one, with lips ready for a kiss, although you couldn’t see it, was the picture of desire.
Behind the bar, Keith’s « friend » turned to your booth as he heard the two men talking low – and then he froze.
That was the exact moment the two warm bodies behind you leaned furthermore – and that you felt them pressing against each other.
There was a tiny sound – a sound like a soft kiss – but considering the bar owner went downright pale as death, there was no mistake possible. It did not stop there, though, and as you heard Dorian’s throat producing the slightest, defeated groan, and you could very much feel the warmth and hear the clothes of the two men behind you pressing furthermore against each other, you quite correctly deduced, that, well…
That was more than just a kiss.
The bar owner disgust seeping into his face was utterly priceless, and he turned toward the kitchen in a hurry to yell :
« Hey, someone take care of the cocktails ! Two Amaretto Alexander and a Sex on the Beach, not too much alcohol ! I just got a word from the building’s boss, I got to go ! Bye !
« GOT IT! » yelled someone in the kitchen.
The owner stood and hurried away, but by that point the mere purpose of irking him was long gone. Because more wet sounds were resounding behind, and Keith’s left arm came closer, encaging you against him accidentally because you were in the way and tried to make yourself tiny – to take gently Dorian’s cheek in his palm, and caress him.
The groan got stronger, and you distinctively felt them both inching even more, for a better kiss angle, and oh gods, one wrapping a arm around your neck, and the other having a hand inching closer on your thigh from the other side, that was – that was easily in your « Top 5 Hottest Experiences I ever Had », perhaps first position.
You tried to breathe, but that motion accidentally pushed Keith away from you and broke their kiss. You still were caged in his arm, though.
Dorian’s nose slightly pulled away from Keith’s as if to finally breathe - and the younger man’s eyes fluttered open, with an absolutely lost in the sauce haze, completely unfocused, light-headed. Keith, after pulling his lips away, reopened his eyes to put them on Dorian with a still serious, but very, very lustful glance, wiping his lips with a thumb. His breathe, though, was short.
« That…, » he breathed, « I missed that. »
He pulled back to stand in his initial position again, this time taking you in the process against him in a half-embrace, but you dared not protest, about as hot as if you had been in their very act. Dorian, though, tried to gather himself back, but his expression, completely lost, and his body also lost and shivering and unable to stand, betrayed him – he was about as shocked as you.
For a moment, while you were swept away by your thief of a… « boyfriend ? » you caught the eye of the other one, your former door, sometimes lover, full time friend, utterly confused. His face, as his hand dug back into his hair, was the picture of confusion, blissfull but still weirded out confusion.
His face seemed to be telling you « I do not know why I did that » and yeah, both of you knew in that moment that as much of a jerk Keith could be, as rude, crass, and everything he did completely wrong (or right, because it was part of the charm -)
The moment that asshole decided he wanted to woo you ?
I hate to see that look on your face. Not for THAT reason!
Keith gloats in front of the naive Homeowner who just Realized him. But the look on her face annoys him - and it's worse when he hears WHY she hates herself even more than expected, for letting him abuse her trust.
Tags: Past Fat-Shaming, Keith may be Shit but he's less shit than some person, Keith's giving some positivity speeches and he's the last person who expected himself to do that, Absolutely Self-Indulgent Thing
“I was playing the long con, baby ! Just telling you everything you wanted to hear. I’m a...”
“... Sorry for keeping you this long. You deserve all of it.”
“... Uh ?”
Keith stopped, in the middle of his boast, and lowered his eyes to her with a large grin, about to gloat in the shared knowing of how clever he was, how he played her badly, how he was a brilliant manipulator. Expected to find hatred, or admiration ! Or this begrudging acknowledgment of his genius. Perhaps tears, too. After all, she had been keen on trying to get his approval, and praising him for being such a genius, perhaps she’d appreciate the cleverness. Or she’d be depressed he played her feelings. Either way, who cared.
But it was not what he had in front of his eyes. It was something else - that he disliked a LOT.
“... Wait, wait, my dummy,” he said, dropping his arms and approaching the Homeowner, holding her elbow and looking far off to the side, having stepped away from the stairs as to let him passage. The possessive adjective he used right there may have scorched his mouth, but there was something tainting his victory. His smirk fell, slightly. His tall frame loomed over her, yet, she did not even seem to notice this, merely waving at him to leave. “What do you mean by that.”
