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[citrussine]

they... don't look elated

[caelusblzine]

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[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

Giggled when I thought of this while playing HSR

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[gayhonkaiships]

Caelus x Welt HCs

It is a complex road Caelus travels, one ripe with excitement, exhilaration and frustration. From the moment they met Caelus has been entranced by the man that can’t possibly be human, as he’s much too ethereal, much too bizarre and mysterious.

Mr.Yang seems quiet. Predictable. But every time he speaks, Caelum feels as though those qualities are immediately transformed into lies. A deceptive mask that conceals breathtaking divinity. How can someone so enchanting, so enigmatic and alluring be a simple animator?

Not that Caelus isn’t interested in his work. He’s trying to figure out how to ask Mr. Yang about his portfolio. But there’s much more to him than a simple pen and a few deadlines.

Mr.Yang speaks with a mesmerizing aura, a velvety texture enveloping each of his words. Sometimes Caelum finds himself wanting to do nothing but wrap himself in Mr.Yang’s voice. It’s soothing. Serene.

Caelum often wonders about the man who claims to be nothing more than an animator. What of his family? Are they safe? Is Mr.Yang already spoken for?

And if he is, why does he have to feel electricity whenever they speak? Whenever Mr.Yang just looks at him?

So Mr.Yang has family waiting for him. Whether that consists of a partner or not, Caelus doesn’t know. But it makes sense he has loved ones waiting for him in another world. After all, they don’t share the same world. Mr.Yang’s different. Mysterious.

But then, why does Caelus always feels so close to him whenever they meet?

[ahomeganeyatsu]

I keep thinking about Caelus sleeping in a closet wrapped up in Mr. Yang's scarf. I dunno but this sneaky raccoon would get his hands on one and hide it in his dark little corner.

[tofu-mi]

In the world where alpha scent was often sharp and overpowering while omega scent was saccharine sweet, Caelus' scent was muted—faint fragrance of tangerines and something crisp. Not unlike common beta scent. Thus, the express crew thought he was one as well.

Yet, their assumption was unknowingly shattered when Welt woke up in the morning with the youth snuggling up to him, on his bed, in his own room in the express.

He froze.

Engulfing him was thick scent of sweet tangerines, filling his nose and snapped himself out of sleepiness.

"... Caelus?" he called the younger man tentatively, and here he realised his own traitorous hands were already curled around that narrow waist. He wanted to pull away, but then tiny noise of discomfort slipped past Caelus' lips when he tried to.

So he left his hands at where it be.

"Mr. Yang..." Caelus' eyelids fluttered open, and Welt saw misty topaz staring back at him.

"—Mr. Yang, you smell so nice," he murmured, pressing himself impossibly closer toward Welt's larger frame. "Mm, feels good... but, Mr. Yang... I feel so uncomfortable here."

The youth seek Welt's hand, then brought it past his loose shorts, settling in between his legs. And Welt's palm caught something plump and wet on his fingers.

Pupils blown wide, a growl escaped from his throat. His alpha side recognised an omega in heat, ready to be taken.

Caelus' glazed eyes never strayed from his, thick eyelashes trembled, lips pouting.

"Mr. Yang, please help me."

... Well, since the omega had begged so prettily, who was he to refuse?

"Spread your legs, Caelus. This alpha will take care of you."

[boyvinylposting]

its parental love to YOU, to me it's daddy issues