#welt x reader

[thequietkid-moonie]

⸺ Welt Yang

⚘ Reserved and calm blind S/O

⚘ Autistic memeber of the Astral Express

⚘ Darling wants to leave the Astral Express (Yandere)

⚘ "Do you think we are together in every universe?"

⚘ Close your eyes, have no fear

⚘ You, you, you and only you, no need of someone else (Yandere)

⚘ Kisses

✧˖°.☾ Main masterlist || Mixed masterlist ✧˖°.☾

[it-happened-one-fic]

Dancing Through The Stars - Connect the Dots - Welt Yang - Paso Doble

Author Notes: Welt doing the paso doble felt like both a good fit and a weird one. He rather oddly intense, all things considered, but also very chill. So balancing that felt kind of awkward. The performance in this fic was inspired by Bobby Brazier and Dianne Buswell’s Paso Doble to “Run Boy Run” by Woodkid on Strictly Come Dancing season 2. Just like the rest of this series, reader is female. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more of this series, the fics can be found here: Dancing Through The Stars Master-List.

Type: Female reader/ sfw/ fluff

Word Count: 1536

You had honestly almost laughed when Himeko had suggested you dance a paso doble with Welt for the distraction at the party. Because while the paso doble was a very showy dance, it also wasn’t the first dance that came to mind when you considered Welt Yang, of all people.

Especially considering his perpetual use of a walking stick….

And yet here you were, after what seemed like ridiculous amounts of encouragement from March, getting ready to dance the paso doble with Welt solely to provide a distraction while the others went about their business.

And, as ever, while Welt had been somewhat caught off guard by the suggestion, he was as put together as possible while he stood next to you. Calmly cleaning his glasses, though you did catch the slight sigh that slipped out of him.

But then, it seemed like Welt was always getting pulled into some form of shenanigans. It was just that this time it involved dancing with you in front of a large number of people.

You glanced his way, quietly watching him as you fidgeted with your detachable skirt that Himeko had gotten for you with a sly wink. But then Welt was an odd man. 

At times, he seemed completely normal, if a little tired, and often you felt like you knew him well. He was, in many ways, a paternal figure to some of the other members of the Express, like Sunday, and he had a knack for art that you’d discovered while harassing him one day.

And in moments like those, he seemed perfectly ordinary. Easy to get along with, generally laid back, and reliable, though perhaps in not such a dramatic way as some others.

But then there were other times where Welt would catch you off-guard, and that was when you would realize exactly how enigmatic he really was. Because, frankly speaking, no ordinary man should be capable of things that Welt was.

You weren’t going to ask though. After all, there were certain things you didn't bring up, and you had always gotten the feeling that something unpleasant had happened to Welt in that past, even if he didn’t necessarily let on that was the case.

As if sensing your idle, drifting thoughts, he glanced your way. His eyes studying you before he tilted his head and leaned ever so slightly closer, “Are you ready?”

His question came out surprisingly soft and had you blinking slightly before you nodded, smiling awkwardly as you gave a vague wave of your hand, “Oh, yeah. Sorry, I was just zoning out.”

The briefest of smiles flickered across his face as he straightened, giving a slight nod of his head before he looked back toward the dance floor and his smile dropped. Replaced by a frown that was paired with a tired sigh that almost had you smiling. But then, Welt was the long-suffering sort.

You linked your arm through his and leaned over, smiling at him as he glanced your way before you started forward with him beside you before you parted. Facing each other as the one song faded out and the room darkened.

A fact that had several other couples murmuring in confusion. But Himeko had promised that she’d see to it that you had everything you needed, including an appropriate song. Somehow you felt like the lighting change had more to do with March, or possibly Caelus, though.

You and Welt simply faced each other, waiting patiently until the beat hit, at which point you began clapping. Slapping your hands against your thighs, together, and around in varying circles as a spotlight hit the pair of you.

And as simply as that, you had everyone’s attention. With murmurs rippling through the crowd. You even heard one woman off to the side curiously mention that she hadn’t heard anything about any performances being put on this evening.

A chord from the piano rang out and you both stepped forward. Your arms spread so that your left one arched around Welt’s where he stood posed beside you.

He circled his arm, whipping you into a twirl that had your dark skirt flaring dramatically until you came to a stop beside him. Now facing the same direction as him as you gripped his extended arm that was held out in front of you like some form of barrier.

And then you started the dance in earnest, stepping to the side as you both swung one arm in a dramatic motion. Shifting from pose to pose in a way that carefully matched the relentless beat of the music that backed you.

But that was the nature of the paso doble. It was an innately dramatic dance that made use of powerful motions done to an almost march-like beat as the dancers wove a story, usually one of a matador in a bullfight.

Welt turned, his hand catching yours as his other pressed against your back. Putting the two of you into closed hold while your other hand rested against his shoulder as the two of you danced across stage, at first slowly and then with more speed.

And then, almost as quickly as you’d come together, you separated. Dancing as you faced one another with dramatic posed motions that mirrored one another. 

You found yourself looking directly at him, almost blinking at the focused expression on his face that was at odds with the relaxed smile or tired frown you usually saw. It was an expression more reminiscent of the one he wore when scolding someone, but still more intense than that.

Your wrists crossed in between you as you both lifted your arms. Crossing them in front of you like you were blocking one another until his hand caught yours and spun you over so you were beside him once more.

And that was your cue. You reached down, walking around him with purposeful steps as you hurriedly detached your skirt and flipped it over to him. A move that had audible murmurs was again rising from the audience as he flipped it around like a cape.

But you’d all agreed. It was an easy distraction that extended your little impromptu performance and bought more time for the others. And, to top it off, it fit in nicely with the overall tone and theming of the paso doble.

You both spun across the stage, sliding past each other as you swung your arms dramatically. And when you turned to face Welt once more, he was no longer holding the fabric. Having tossed it to the side as he squared his shoulders and walked towards you. Striding across the dancefloor with the purpose that usually wasn’t found in the ballroom and seemed more suited for an opponent.

But when you met in the middle once more, you didn’t clash. Instead, you just re-entered closed hold and started across the floor at a rapid pace that matched the now flashing lights.

As you reached the other side you both spun in place, matching each other perfectly before snapping almost immediately back into hold and rotating before he leaned you back into a swift dip.

You were only lowered for a few seconds though before you were straightening and pivoting. Now dancing backwards before you slid into rotations that had you both leaning to the side as you raised and lowered your extended arms to the beat before parting. Facing one another and swinging your arms in dramatic circles as you stared each other down.

It was the part that you’d gotten tickled and started laughing at almost each time you’d practiced. But this time you kept a straight-face. Focusing on the performance rather than the rather ridiculous level of melodrama inherent to the motions.

You pivoted to the side, standing next to Welt once more as you both lowered your arms. And you glanced to the side, noting the signal Dan Heng was giving to let the two of you know they were done paired with March who was leaning around him to snap a quick picture of the two of you.

It almost had you rolling your eyes before you glanced over to see Welt meet your gaze before he gave a slight nod. Apparently having noticed the two of them as well.

He reached over, extending both hands for you to grab, and you spun. Exchanging places with him until you were just holding one of his hands. 

You barely glanced his way for confirmation before you spun on your own. Twirling toward him before throwing yourself back at the last second and getting caught by his arm securely wrapped around your shoulders and holding you up as the final resounding beat of the music rang out. 

Almost immediately applause rang out and you felt yourself let out the breath you’d been holding. Reaching up to grasp his shoulders as you straightened, feeling him pull you the rest of the way up before you spun out.

Meeting the audience with a bright smile, as if you really had just finished a performance and hadn’t been serving as a distraction at all.

You just hoped no one would connect the dots when this was all over with.

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[carebearcozy]

Some time ago I watched this yt video where a girl pranked her bf by flinching every time he tried to touch her or give smth to her 😭 I js think it’d be so funny w hsr men that are js confused on why you’re flinching??? They’re like “we’ve been together for 2 years?? Why are you flinching??” And would be js worried lmfao

The first HSR man that came to mind with this is Welt. Poor man would be so confused by your behavior. Even a simple act as bringing you morning coffee has you flinching. The older man worries you have a secret fear he doesn't know about.

"We fight alongside each other in battles all the time," you overhear him tell March 7th one quiet afternoon. "They never flinch then. So why is it whenever I give them things?" He gives a long sigh, rubbing his temples.

You feel so bad you hurry over there and explain the prank. Welt appreciates your honesty. Don't be fooled by his graciousness, though. He's more than capable of ranking you back.

Another HSR man who would be baffled by your behavior is Mydei. Heck, if he notices you flinch over and over again, he may say, "I don't have Death powers like Castorice. You have nothing to fear."

He'll get even more puzzled if he sees you easily accepting things from Phainon. The last straw would be Phainon bringing you food or anything that brings you comfort. Kind of the jealous type, Mydei might comment, "Oh, so Phainon's closer to you than I am."

You hear this and feel your heart sink. "Wait, Mydei, I'm just pranking you!" Gesturing for him to have a seat, you elaborate how this prank was supposed to go. "I'm sorry, babe."

Your boyfriend sighs and brings you in for a hug. "What a dumb prank. Really now! Let me spoil my Queen/King."

Please don't copy, steal, or feed my work to AI. Thank you!

[wickdkilla]

welt x reader

i have a short fic of welt x reader from 2023. does anyone want me to post it lolz xd

[averymuncher]

Welt is the type of husband to have a photo of u and joffrey on his desk at work and occasionally glances at it when he takes a break from his screen as a smile paints on his lips from time to time

When one of his co-workers ask him about it, Welt has to hold himself back from an proud ramble abt two of the most important ppl in his life and how he’s super grateful 😭

They should be warned though… because once someone asks additional questions, I’m afraid Welt will completely forget abt his work

[disillusioned-phantasma]

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[lavandulawrites]

Let's talk Lego who will help you build them who would destroy it accident (or not) 👀

Good question anon ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ Tbh I think most would be willing to help you build Lego

Who would help you build Lego:

Welt: he looooves Lego and has plenty of Lego sets in his room. He doesn’t even need the instructions in order to know where each piece goes.

Dr. Ratio: he pretends that he doesn’t care at first, but it quickly becomes clear to you that he actually really likes Lego. He finds it therapeutic and you both build the set while talking about all and nothing.

Dan Heng: he really likes the designs and he has a few sets himself. He tries to encourage you to do the most of it, not because he’s lazy, but because he secretly loves your concentrated expression.

Phainon: he has no idea what Lego is at first, but he loves it. He looks like a little kid with how giddy he is and it’s ridiculously adorable.

Gallagher: he has helped Misha with building Lego in the past, so he isn’t totally unfamiliar. His playful personality fits perfectly when it comes to building Lego.

Who would accidentally destroy your Lego:

Caelus: he didn’t mean to, he swears! It’s just that he is undeniably clumsy. He cracks the most brain rotted joke after and your frustration quickly fades away.

Blade: he didn’t pay too much attention, causing the Lego bricks to break underneath the weight of his arm. He feels bad and promises to make it up to you.

Mydei: he claims he can do a better job than what it says on the instructions, so he tries to put it together by himself. This goes horribly and the whole thing snaps in half, causing tiny bricks to fly everywhere. It’s a whole mess and he feels horrible.

Moze: he fells sleepy halfway through your little Lego building session and accidentally leans on the structure, breaking it in half. He apologises and tries to fix it with glue, but ends up making it even worse.

Boothill: he has trouble with controlling his strength and accidentally destroys it because of that. He is terribly sorry and tries to fix it, but the Lego pieces are way too broken.

[thescribesongbird]

The Darling's Starlit Journey | Prologue

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"You awake on the Astral Express, right before they set off for Amphoreus. Somehow, you awaken long dead instincts in the Astral Express, who take you under their wing. You join their journey, attempting to change the fate of this world."

It started right off Penacony's atmosphere. Right after their adventure at Paperfold University and the adventure involving Sunday and Welt, a pod was drifting next to the Astral Express. Slowly getting closer and closer until- ding it lightly tapped the window getting the expresses' attention.

"Guys look! It's a pod! And it looks like someone is inside!" March 7th exclaimed.

"We should be careful- we don't know who this is or why the pod is floating through space, be on your guard" Welt says.

"But we are bringing it onboard right? The pod doesn't seem to have the capabilities to sustain life for long…" Dan Heng replies.

The rest of the express agrees, and they bring aboard the pod into the parlor car.

The person inside is covered by two white feathered wings, and face covered with wings right behind the ears, seen through the clear glass. It takes a little finagling from Himeko to open the pod, and revealed a slumbering figure inside.

"Woww…" March said, "She's beautiful!"

"She looks like an angel… do you think she's a relative of Sunday?" asked Caelus.

"We could ask- but this figure doesn't seem to be Halovian… no halo" replied Welt.

The figure began to stir, ears twitching and wings rustling, slowly revealing the full figure, completely nude.

The express stared at the figure, unconsciously unfurling itself like a blooming flower. It took a shocked yelp from Pom Pom however- walking by sweeping, for them to break out of the awed reverie.

Dan Heng was the first to act- his face bright red- grabbing a blanket on the couch to cover the figure. Once the blanket was delicately tucked around the figure, covering their nudity, the figure's fluttering eyes began to open and widen in shock…

Then of course, came the screaming.