#Ice Waltz [Kaeya]

[dutybcrne]

HSR verse Kaeya ideas:

Path of Nihility, Element Ice

Fell in stride with that path due to his depression after his conflict with Diluc and belief his fate due to his family's ties to the Abyss Order may be to bring his new homeworld's doom ( in part because of his Father's final words to him ), maintained in growing to find amusement in the impossible and working towards it regardless of the fact

Has every intention to try and defy his so-called fate even still, even knowing all that effort may be for naught in the end. But at least he would like to say he tried

Tends to help people on a whim, without desiring credit for his actions or if it may help them in the long run

His abilities sap the vitality of his enemies, but consume his own when he uses his strongest ability

Due to his family's contract with the Abyss Order, his lifespan is longer than most humanoids, spanning centuries. Though not quite that of a Xianzhou native, like them, his people do still face a terrible curse to become monsters after a time, like many of the Abyss Order.

He is glad his loved ones will never live to see him succumb to it. One way or another.

Though he also secretly harbors the strongest desire to force the Abyss's immortality on them to ensure they can stay with him, and face the same fate. He has to wonder if the slumbering monster in him is to blame for that, or his own attachments

[shouga-nai]

Kaeya is most definitely not casually loitering around listening in on the latest happenings. Definitely did not hear about some petition going on about the greatest game of all time... Would've been such a shame if it gets enough signatures though.

How will he ever obtain the intense yet cool Cyno card then?

[waltzofphoenix]

For both boys: Azalea, daisy, Jonquil <3

send me a flower or boquet. ✩ accepting!

Azalea: Who does your character wish would take better care of themselves?

˖°✩ --- "I know I shouldn't talk," Diluc sighs, "but Kaeya really needs to get his life together. I suspect he's usually just barely keeping up with everything. Someday, he's going to topple over... and I doubt there will be anyone there to catch him, then. How sad."

(It doesn't seem like he's ONLY talking about Kaeya...)

"Humph. See? Once again, he has the biggest tab in my books. That's not a healthy way to live!"

✧˖° --- "Haha! You don't want to know how many of the Knights are barely scraping by. You really don't." He chuckles, but it sounds more nervous than usual. "I mean, Jean still tries to push through any time she's sick, Albedo's constantly freezing his ass off..."

(He's deflecting again, clearly. Wonder why?)

"Oh, and don't even get me started on Diluc!"

Daisy: Four things that make your character happy.

˖°✩ --- Things that make Diluc happy:

blooming flowers (especially lamp grass + dandelions)

cats

peace and quiet

a visit from a friend

✧˖° --- Things that make Kaeya happy:

wine

sex

a day off

Genius Invocation TCG

Jonquil: Has your character ever confessed their love for someone? How did it go?

˖°✩ --- DILUC actually confessed his growing feelings for Amalia to his father first, when the topic of Diluc's potential suitors came up just before his coming-of-age. He knew he'd rather court a girl he liked a bit already than a stranger he had yet to meet, and the words slipped out before he could stop them:

"Can't you add Amalia to that list? She has good connections, too."

In the few weeks between that conversation and his birthday, Diluc tried in vain to broach the topic with her, but all the courage he had as a knight seemed to vanish every time they were alone.

On the morning of his birthday, he started writing her a letter: 'I think I love you, I just... don't know how to say the words out loud."

But it was never sent, because everything changed so fast ---

He finally confessed his feelings to her as they stood at a crossroads, both absolutely soaked through by the torrential rain. Once again, the words came out in a rush:

"I can't stay, Lia, but... I wish I could, for you."

It went about as well as it could have. They spent that night together and, come morning, parted on good terms and are still close friends. With hindsight, they're both sure they do love each other but are not in love, which is an important distinction.

✧˖° --- KAEYA has never said: "I'm in love with you."

Oh, he's told plenty of people he's attracted to them or finds them appealing in a general way, but flirting with someone or looking for a fling is a different matter than telling someone you have feelings ---

(Has he ever been in love? He's not sure. He wouldn't dare let it sink in or settle, though. That's too dangerous.)

[thundertide]

Tag Drop: General!

[shouga-nai]

"You're more than welcome to pass on the curse of the EVIL BOOP by taking revenge, if you so wish~"

@shouga-nai

"Leave evil thing.You are not welcomed here."

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"Anyway thanks."

[lenaariewrld]

C.27 — lovesick puppy(w)

ON THE AIR — childe x reader smau

| SYNOPSIS;; Teyvat University’s popular radio personality, Y/n L/n, has only one gripe with her life. Her classmate, neighbour, and all-around nuisance in her life, Tartaglia. Their rivalry extends just past academics and, to her horror, into her work. He becomes the music director and co-host for her radio show, working alongside her most nights and forcing himself even deeper into her life. But is he really trying to just be friends, or is there an ulterior motive to his actions?

| WC: 2.4k

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The morning you end up spending with your friends is relaxing. It’s a once-in-a-blue moon event, where all three of you are completely free for a majority of the day. Once you all wake up and get yourselves properly caffeinated, you laze around. You end up telling Cyno and Ganyu about the entire timeline with you and Childe, and all your internal thoughts.

You feel significantly lighter, like a great burden lifted off your shoulders. It’s funny how you never realised just how much keeping all of those tiny details away from your dearest friends had affected you. And then you told them and it was fine. Better than better.

Cyno leaves later in the afternoon for work, and you and Ganyu chill before splitting off for your own activities for the day. You all agree to meet up later at the other woman’s apartment to get ready for the party.

The hours pass by in a breeze, by the time you’re all dolled up you completely forgot any anxieties that had built up in the past few weeks. Worries about your friends and their care for you, worries about childe ajax, worries about your social and academic life. All of it seemed to be much easier to handle when Ganyu waltzed around her living room with you or when Cyno twirled your hair into pigtails while you applied your finishing touches of makeup.

When you finish up, the three of you head out, opting to use an uber rather than having a designated driver. It wasn’t like you were planning on getting too drunk, but better to be safe than sorry in your opinion.

You make it to the party after plugging the address Childe had texted you into your phone. And after a rather slow and awkward conversation with your uber driver.

You three step inside the party, arriving with little introduction. You look around immediately, searching for the familiar head of ginger curls. However, instead of spotting Childe, you notice a couple of his friends through the crowd, mostly able to make out the figures of Ayato and Kaeya. You wave at them. Before you can divert or anything, though, your white-haired friend grabs your hand and pulls you towards the kitchen for some drinks.

“Welcome, we have beer, tequila, or our own special recipe; Santa’s punch!” One of the hockey players you don’t know the name of greets the two of you as you shuffle into the kitchen. He motions to different parts of the counter decorated with cups and buckets of ice. How they set up that much liquor you will never know, but you don’t care to ask.

“Set me up with that punch,” You agree readily, you and Cyno sharing a mischievous look as you take your red plastic cups and clink them together.

Santa’s punch, as it turns out, is one motherfucker of a drink. Be advised to never accept a random named concoction from a frat boy or athlete at a holiday house party. Never.

As you sip from your second refill of the mysterious drink, which was settling a nice warmth and buzz in your chest, you make a couple laps around the party. You knew quite a few people here. Or, at least, quite a few people knew you and came up to strike a conversation with you. You entertained most of them, happy to catch up with classmates or people who listened to your show. A couple more laps in, you get pulled into random games of pong or shot contests.

You dance with Ganyu a couple times, or check on Cyno who happily chats with his roommate and his friends outside, or chat with Childe’s friends whenever you run into them. Eventually, you depart briefly from the party after getting a glass of water from the kitchen, crashing on a nearby couch.

The substances in your system were still a light buzz, but it was starting to reach your head, creeping up the corners of your rational thinking.

You feel the couch dip and hum when you notice Thoma took a seat beside you. “How are you liking the party?” He asks, holding out his glass to clink with yours. You oblige and take a large gulp of your water.

“It’s fun,” You giggle, adjusting yourself to sit up straighter on the couch. “I’m surprised there aren’t more… festivities,” You joke, laughing when Thoma pulls a face. He rubs the back of his neck.

“Yeah, it was gonna be way worse originally. I talked ‘em out of hanging snowman string lights and putting up inflatable reindeer, though,” He informs you, the both of you sharing a laugh. The both of you continue to chat casually while you relax. He sips from his cup, occasionally. Halfway through some anecdote you’re saying, he perks up when he notices something across the way. You glance in the direction he’s looking in just as he’s stood up, your words forgotten.

“Oh, what the fuck is he doing now…”

Your brows furrow as Thoma whispers under his breath, standing up as well. You notice Kaeya standing by the bigger speakers, where the largest congregation of people are, a microphone in his hand. He clears his throat and the music turns down a little. A couple people boo.

“Sorry, sorry, everyone! I just wanted to make an announcement tonight, because it’s a very special time here,” The man apologises, his words not only catching your interest but seemingly the interest of everyone else in this part of the house. Thoma slips away but you stay put where you are, staring over the crowd at the dark-haired man addressing everyone.

Somehow, it seems like he’s just looking at you as he speaks.

He adjusts his hold on the microphone. “So, you see, I have an exciting update about one of my friends. You all might have heard of him. Mr Tartaglia, aka “Childe”?” Kaeya pauses as quite a few people cheer or respond similarly to his rhetorical question. “Well, recently, I’ve started noticing my friend acting odd. He seems so lighthearted now, way more than he ever was around me or any of us, his friends! And I was thinking, how could he be that way? Then I realized who finally got him out of his shell!”

This time you know Kaeya is looking at you as he speaks, finishing his words by pointing directly at where you’re standing by the couch. Your eyes widen as quite a few people turn their heads, more and more party-goers becoming piqued by the public scene happening right in front of them. “This woman right here!” Kaeya laughs, and though it’s light and charming like usual, it sends chills down your spine.

Why do you feel dread? Why does this feel like an omen?

He tilts his head as he looks over the crowd. “Okay, I can tell a couple of you are confused so let me clue you in on what’s going on,” He dramatically clears his throat and straightens his posture. Now everyone is positively enthralled by his words, his voice calm despite the slight slur and unbalance that he seems to be holding himself up with.

“Childe made a bet with us!” He laughs again, and all of a sudden you feel your chest grow tight. The buzz you had disappears as your blood runs cold, your body feeling a million tons heavier. “He bet us that if he could get Ms Y/n L/n to fall in love with us, he’d get complete control of our band! Despite the fact that he only writes the songs for us, that didn’t stop him! But you know what might?” Kaeya is giggling like a little kid sharing the funniest joke they’ve ever heard as he continues. His words buzz in your ears.

“What might stop him is the fact he’s just a lovesick puppy… Ironic really, given how Y/n over there was supposed to be head over heels for him while he hated her guts.. Or maybe he’s just a really good actor!” Kaeya stumbles a step to the side, but he never looks away from you. He smiles cruelly, his gaze cold as he stares you down. “And if you doubt me, ask how Diluc knew to ask for his help as your co-host–Hey–!” The man’s nonchalant shrug is interrupted as Thoma and Scaramouche rush forward to snatch the microphone away from him, insistently clawing it out of his fingers.

“Sorry everyone! Please ignore him, he’s had too many drinks!” Thoma pleads with an awkward chuckle.

But the damage has been done. Your heart is being squeezed in your chest, growing heavy and cracked as his words sink into your brain and poke their way through the alcohol fog. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, the pieces clicking into place a little too neatly.

Childe’s convenient placement as your co-host, his insistence on talking to you, on seeing you, of ‘being on even footing’. Everything seems clear as day now for his true intentions, and suddenly everything becomes a guessing game, requiring a thorough second pass to decipher if you were being fooled all along or if there was any genuine intentions in the man’s actions.

It doesn’t matter, anyway. He still did it. And he, more importantly, didn’t tell you himself.

You feel suffocated in the atmosphere of the party, the eyes of people staring at you becoming too much. Your lungs can’t seem to work properly and your vision is getting fuzzy. Abruptly, you turn to leave, not sparing a glance at anyone or even wasting your time looking for your friends. You simply text them to meet you outside.

You can’t believe it. You shouldn’t.

And yet, it makes too much sense.

You trudge out of the house with your head swimming. The thoughts, snacks, and alcohol swirl around your stomach in a dangerous mix. You can feel the bile crawling up your throat. Thankfully, you stumble towards the lawn just in time to regurgitate your stomach’s contents onto the manicured grass, your breathing heavy. Harsh blinks keep you from completely doubling over, and a hand on each of your knees gives you a moment to catch your breath.

“Y/n? You alright?” Childe’s voice pulls you from the nauseating dizziness of your world and you round on your heels to face him. His face is contorted in concern, worry pinching his lips and brows together.

He was a damn good actor.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” You sneer venom as he reaches out to you, taking a large step back to maintain some distance. He pauses at this, his eyes widening as the crack in your voice, thick with too many emotions getting caught in your throat.

“What’s wrong?” He tries again, holding his hands up as if to show he means no harm. He can tell you’re on edge by the way your arms wrap around yourself, tears starting to roll down your cheeks. And he so desperately wishes you would tell him what was wrong, would let him pull you into his arms and wipe the tears off your pretty face until you feel better.

That doesn’t happen.

“What’s wrong is you’re a piece of shit, Tartaglia.” You seethe, noticing how Childe flinches at the way you say his name. Noticeably not Ajax or Taru, which you’d taken to calling him recently. You’re trying desperately not to sob, your emotions running high enough as is. His presence isn’t making it any better. “Your stupid bullshit, all this playing around with other people, better fucking be worth it. Because you’re going to end up alone carrying on like this,” You scoff, “Not that you care, right? As long as you win a bet,”

You see the color drain from his face, and you almost feel a sick satisfaction from seeing his concern for you morph into some horrified expression. “What did you hear–?”

“Enough,” You cut him off, holding up your hand to keep him from talking. He stands there dumbly, staring at you as you move past him, making your way towards the street.

“Wait, Y/n, let’s talk about this,” He calls after a second, seeming to snap out of his head. He attempts to follow you, but only gets a few steps before the front door slams open. Cyno and Ganyu rush forward into the cold night air.

Cyno stares between the two of you, seeing you taking deep breaths, hiccuping every now and then as your cheeks shimmer with tears. “What the fuck happened?” His voice is cold, and he turns to finally look at Childe, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What did you say?” In a split second, he’s stepped between you and the ginger man, shoving him back when he tries to skirt around Cyno.

“Cy, just leave him alone,” You murmur, leaning into Ganyu’s hold as she wraps her arms around your shoulders. The two men stare each other down, not wanting to move from their spot. “Cyno. Drop it.” You snap this time, calling his attention. He sneers at the ginger before he turns to you, taking you all in. His eyes soften, taking notice of the flush in your cheeks, your eyes red and already starting to get puffy.

“Y/n..” Childe attempts one more time. You glare in his direction. You already felt like shit, your heart dragging by your feet as you mustered the courage to keep walking. You didn’t need him trying to make amends to this shitty situation. You just needed him to leave you alone.

“Don’t ever talk to me,” You declare. Grabbing Cyno and Ganyu’s hands, you march away. The other girl keeps her arms around you, smoothing her hand over your hair while you let your tears fall freely. The three of you walk in silence to the end of the street before calling an uber, the fun atmosphere and lighthearted banter from before disappearing. 

You knew, logically, there was a chance Kaeya was just spouting bullshit just to get a reaction and to make a boring night more exciting. But you doubted it. It made too much sense. And besides, how’d he know Diluc was the one who found Childe to be the new co-host if he wasn’t telling the truth? Your chest felt hollow as your thoughts kept circling around this…

Maybe you should’ve kept hating Childe..

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A/Ns: tada, the reveal!! as always, likes/reblogs/comments are greatly appreciated, lmk ur thoughts or wtv and don't forget to drink some liquid <33

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[fairykazu]

૮꒰ ⑅ ´ ` ⑅ ꒱აㅤ 𓂂 ׄׄ it's the most wonderful time of the year𝆹ㅤㅤ۫✧ ㅤ ೀ ˖ㅤmerry christmas if you celebrate! it's my first winter event to celebrate my 200+ followers. thank you so much for enjoying my works. happy new year! ㅤ 𝅄︶ ͝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ͝ ︶𝅄 notes from vidia: the star divider is made by @/cafekitsune, the ㅤ ㅤoneshots may or may not be coming in on time! and thank you for the 200+ followers, here's an event :3 ੭୧ㅤ DAY ONE ꒰: SNEAKING 'ROUND WITH YOU this present is given to you by the cavarly captain himself, kaeya! the contents of the gift are modern au, best friends to lovers, pining

੭୧ㅤ DAY TWO ꒰: WARM SMILES & HOT COCOA this present is from the wandering traveler, kazuha, meeting you in a bookstore, trying to keep warm in the cold. the contents of this gift are strangers to lovers, established relationship, meet-cute and modern au

੭୧ㅤ DAY THREE꒰: MISSION IMPOSSIBLE: UNDER THE MISTLETOE adeptus xiao's gift to you! contents of the gift is pining, friends to lovers, siblings! hutao & qiqi, requited love.

੭୧ㅤ DAY FOUR꒰: SNOW WALTZ the ice princess herself, ayaka, is here to present to you that her holiday gift contains: friends to lovers, pining, requited love and ice skating

੭୧ㅤ DAY FIVE꒰: GINGERBREAD HOUSES COMPETITION childe requested to have a gingerbread house competition with you! the ingredients needed are cheesy pick up lines and baking chaos

੭୧ㅤ DAY SIX ꒰: SNOWED IN after having a bitter fight with scaramouche, the cryo archon blessed him with a gift that includes established relationship, hurt/comfort, kisses

੭୧ㅤ DAY SEVEN꒰: NAUGHTY OR NICE? whereas your boyfriend, childe, is trying to figure out what you got for him for Christmas while scaramouche is trying to butter you up for his gift. this exclusive two in one includes poly! relationship with chiscara, established relationship, silly relationship fun!

[chigirisprincess]

On the Phoenix' Perch | Prologue.

D. Ragnvindr.

General Series Warnings: 18+ only minors dni, gn afab reader, historical au, canonical character death, parental loss, grief, angst, familial bonding, ragbros, courtship, class differences, some references to canon typical gender stereotypes, slow burn, eventual smut, several minor side ships, unfinished multi-chapter fic.

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❝For the first time in the five years following his fathers' death, Diluc Ragnvindr returns home. After the terrible affair that had been his seventeenth birthday, Diluc re-enters society and claims his rightful place as the head of his family. Bound by duty and haunted by the ghost of his father, Diluc strives to uphold the Ragnvindr legacy while also navigating the dreaded social season. Vowing to find love and continue the Ragnvindr line, Diluc chases the coattails of the man he thinks his father wished for him to become.

Failed love affairs and blunders drive him right back out of society, but in retracing the footsteps of another lifetime, Diluc might just find what he is looking for❞

[See future updates on ao3 @ dearbraus]

The day Viscount Ragnvindr died was not meant to be a tragic one.

Diluc, the young master and heir to the Ragnvindr clan had just turned seventeen. Though still cherubic and shrouded in the essence of boyhood, Diluc had stepped into society that day. Celebrations of grandeur crept around the corner with each passing day until April thirtieth had finally arrived after an arduous winter, he couldn’t wait to finally relish in the frivolities and luxuries his father saved only for the most special of occasions.

His younger brother, Kaeya had been so excited too. He could hardly sleep and rose before the sun to wish Diluc the happiest of days. Kaeya loved parties, the theatricality of it all but he was only fifteen, still too young to spend more than a few precious moments soaking up the festivities before Adelinde, their governess, helped him to bed. That day though, he was allowed to dance to his heart's content and sip on sweet lemonade until his tongue grew tart. 

It was all the two boys could have ever wanted, and their father, Crepus could feel his heart swell thrice its size, adoration and pride filling every fibre of his being. There truly could never be a father quite so proud of his sons in all of Dulcis, so overwrought with love that he’d pluck the sun, the moon, and all of the stars in the sky if they so wished for it.

How unfortunate it was that as the hours bleed late into the night that tragedy would befall the Ragnvindr family. In the span of a few short minutes, Diluc and Kaeya’s world went from that of a dream to a nightmare.

A chill drifted into the ballroom, ice biting through the warmth that collected amongst the throngs of bodies spinning around the room in a waltz. Diluc, ever the dutiful son, slipped between cheerful embraces in search of the miscreant so his father wouldn’t have to but all he found was broken glass and his father's crumpled figure. Silky strands of hair spun by scarlet lay splayed across the carpet, dampened by streaks of metallic crimson. It stained Diluc’s shirt, the new one the modiste embroider as a gift to the family, and seeped into the cream-coloured flowers of his mother's favourite carpet as Diluc gathered Crepus into his arms.

Diluc didn’t realise he had screamed until others came rushing in, a stampede of prying busybodies who traded gossip like children traded marbles. His father's blood bubbled from the gaping wound that tore through his chest, his hands not enough to quell the bleeding no matter how he tried. Tears hot and angry stung his eyes, a frustrated cry clawing at his throat, fervently willing Diluc to feel the anguish that had struck him. But, Diluc felt nothing, too numbed with panic to do anything other than compress the wound, until Kaeya’s desperate plea reached his ears.

It was caught between a haggard breath and a flurry of sniffles, hardly coherent for anyone but Diluc.

He doesn’t remember much from that night, but Diluc remembers how raw his chest felt when he barked out an order for Kaeya, willing him to stay back and close his eyes. Kaeya didn’t need to watch another father die. He had already lost too much at such a young age, his heart would break. Diluc could not bear the thought of it.

That night, minutes before the clock struck midnight, Crepus took his last breath. His two sons' names lingered on his tongue as the light faded from his eyes— his dying breath lost on the eager ears which desperately sought out those last few words.

Diluc was gone the morning after Crepus had been laid to rest, the only evidence of his departure was an empty armoire and Crepus’ timepiece having gone missing. His bedroom in the Aquilae Estate had been largely untouched, to the naked eye it’d have seemed like an ordinary living quarter but the life that had once occupied had been swiftly snuffed out and the servants knew it the moment they had gone to refresh his linens. The young master had deserted his newly acquired postage, swiftly slipping into obscurity.

He was meant to attend the Akademiya, Alicante’s most prestigious post-secondary school, come fall. Elzer, Crepus’ steward, contacted the institute every few weeks in the hopes of hearing any news in regards to Diluc’s welfare but no matter how often the man sent word, he never learned anything more of his status. Until he was slated to begin classes and a notice of prolonged absence was sent to the estate, along with a hefty fine for overdue tuition fees– Kaeya who was still but a boy had to foot the bill now that he had assumed the position of head of the Raginvindr clan. There was no amount of money or tutors or governesses that could have prepared him for losing an entire family for the second time.

Even with Elzer’s guiding hand, Kaeya’s nimble knees buckled beneath the weight of aristocracy. At nights when he felt lost and that familiar feeling of loneliness began to creep in with the self-doubt, all Kaeya could find himself wishing for was his big brother. In his eyes, he knew everything; Diluc was the smartest person Kaeya had ever met, even smarter than their father. But, Diluc was gone. He’d disappeared faster than the moon and the stars did when morning sat on the horizon, though he never reappeared when evening came as they did.

When Diluc did return, Kaeya was nearly a man grown.

Though, society with all its barbs did not see it that way.

Kaeya had been a man since the mere age of fifteen and now, at twenty he was everything that Diluc should have been. College-educated, knowledgeable about the Ragnvindr business, and ready for marriage. Diluc was none of those things, he was no more grown than he had been at eighteen though now he sported reddish stubble on his jaw, his features weathered from whatever travels he embarked on. He looked every bit the man Crepus had been at his age, a ghost occupying a fleshy body. It terrified the staff when he returned one winter's night. The sun had long since been laid to rest and snow fell from the sky in big white clumps. Diluc appeared on the veranda of the Aquilae Estate with nothing but the singular case he had taken within him so long ago.

Anyone could have mistaken him for his father.

But, Crepus too had long since laid to rest and the young master was all that remained of him. The plains of Diluc’s face were but a map of their late master, a mirror image that forced a bleak reminder into their hearts when he stepped through his childhood home for the first time in five years. A stranger now, no longer the joyful young man they knew him to be. He wandered the halls like a well-worn memory that had begun to fray at the edges. Whatever sadness was felt by the servants, was swallowed by a far greater melancholy that tugged at Diluc’s heartstrings like a long-lost melody.

They tugged at Kaeya’s too.

For he too was a stranger in the eyes of a man who was once his brother.

He wore the face of familiarity well, but when Diluc gazed upon his features, ones that he once knew so well, neither man could feel anything but estranged.

Estranged by distance, time, and loss.

It all hung in the air between them, unspoken, neither willing to be the first to bare his soul or tear open the newly healed wounds that throbbed with each passing second.

It would hurt too much, to hash out the feelings both had worked so diligently to bury deep within their souls. They harboured two lifetimes worth of sadness and heartache, and somehow it would hurt even more.

Diluc longed too, though. He longed to pour his heart and every fibre of his being before his brother. To speak the words that he should have long ago, they sat heavily on his chest and danced upon the tip of his tongue, taunting him as his throat swallowed itself up until he choked on his guilt. That’s what kept him truly silent, the guilt of it all. Diluc was selfish, that much he had accepted but to speak it into the air and allow it to settle, he could never do. To admit it, was to admit that he was everything his father had not raised him to be, and to be a disappointment to Crepus was all that he had feared.

So, brothers turned to strangers.

One silent, a frown permanently etched onto his once cherubic features; the other boisterous, he filled the gaps of silence with well-crafted paragraphs that spoke too much but revealed far too little.

It was strangely befitting for the brothers to play such a balancing act. Two sides of the same coin, aching to be melted and returned to the earth once more. 

As days turned into weeks, and then months into years, no warmth had yet to fill the hearth of the place they called home. A layer of frost prickled their skin and kept their feet pressed firmly in place so they remained five feet apart, always. Diluc would muse to himself that it was better to keep the distance because the grief might hurt less in the end. How sweet, naiveté could be 

It was a tragedy to see all that Kaeya had lost in a matter of minutes.

The relief that should have filled him the moment he saw his brother's face once more did not fill him, instead, it was dread. Dulcis, like all of Alicante, was built around the egos of eldest sons. They may as well have put all the stars and the moon into the night skies with how they were cradled like young gods, always deserving, forever in want. It mattered nought that Kaeya is the son who stayed and strived to carry his father's legacy upon his narrow shoulders despite being no less of an unknowledgeable boy than he had been the night before Crepus died. He knew little of the family business, as a second son there was no need for him to learn more than how to assist his brother's pursuits. A lifetime of lessons was compressed into mere months and as years with no family became more familiar than it was strange, all that Kaeya had built for himself, for the Ragnvindr name, was to be ripped from between his bare fingers.

Diluc was home. 

The title of Viscount Ragnvindr was his, Kaeya was simply keeping it warm for the day that Diluc finally felt strong enough to bear the burden that was noble society.

It would have been cruel of Kaeya to resent Diluc for returning home. He spent countless, sleepless nights praying to whomever would listen, to return Diluc home safely, or even for a letter detailing his wellbeing. For years, Kaeya wished for nothing more than to see his brother again, but when he stood before him in an ill-fitting wool coat, Kaeya wished that no one had listened.

Kaeya knew what it made him, an awful brother and an even worse person– but, was it fair? If you’d ask Kaeya while he lay spread bare, chest heaved and sweat dabbled he’d confess that he did not think it was. As much as he loved Diluc, the closet remnant of his own flesh and blood, why should he be so entitled to a title he never longed for? Kaeya did, he spent many balmy summer days dreaming of when the King or Queen would be so gracious as to bestow a title to him. 

Lord Alberich sounded divine, far better than sir.

If Kaeya had been a worse man he may have fought it. His fathers raised him to be good and kind. Kaeya could never hurt Diluc, he could not bare for him to feel as hollow as he did. It was the respectable thing to do, to step down as Viscount and shepherd Diluc into society and into the Ragnvindr clan. 

It’s what Crepus would have wanted.

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[meiko3323]

Figure Skater Kaeya

if Kaeya lived in the modern world, i believe he would be a formidable figure skater. my thought process behind this was how from the very beginning, i felt he had a sort of dancer flair to him, he moves and fights with such grace. this is even reflected in one of his ability names - Glacial Waltz. and obv coupled w him being cryo, figure skating seemed like a very natural choice.

the most challenging part for me this time was choosing a pose, none of the ones from the studies and my extensive googling screamed "yes, this is it!" to me until i found a figurine of Yuri Plisetsky from Yuri!!! on ICE, it gave me just the right vibe. tho i had to bend the back leg a bit to fit it on the page.

i had fun w this, and i hope yall enjoy our ice prince ^^

[little-guys-pokemon-central]

I do hope you don’t mind questions regarding your Pokemon, haha.

I must admit that I’m curious about how multiple entities exist and work as one… do you treat them as one, or are they separate?

I also wanted to say that your ice cream companion is quite wonderful~

@glacial-waltzes

KAEYA?

...No. No, I'm not going to ask questions. Fallers are weird.

Anyway.

It kind of depends on the species, but most of the time you treat them as separate individuals.

For example, my Slowbro, Little Bastard (yes, that's his name, shut up), while technically two entities, might as well be one, because the Shellder is essentially inert. On the other hand, each head of my Dodrio, Math Bird (collective name) has a different personality. Geometry and Algebra are normal, but Arithmetic screams at everything :p

As for Ben & Jerry, thanks! The two of them appreciate the love!

[attached: It's a photo of a Vanilluxe. They're hanging out in the Polar biome, and they look to be covered in snow.]

[intcritus]

 Kaeya had spent a long time, living in the guilt of being a spy, of infiltrating Mondstat, but after all these years, he realizes it’s good to let go. To  live in the moment, have a little fun and never take life too seriously. The Cavalry Captain finds himself smiling, always enamored by Kaveh, even when he’s giving Kaeya the stink eye.

It’s another late night, Sumeru’s back ways and long pathways quiet, sans the occasional twitter from birds and wildlife. No more melons have been stolen, not yet atleast and if his thoughts seem to seep from him, the architect’s pointed look only makes him grin coyly, one hand reaching out to pull the other toward him, arm slipping around his waist to keep him close. 

❝ ━ Come now, Sunshine, you’re gonna make me feel bad. It was only one time,❞  It’d definitely happen again. How else can he convince his stunning companion to relax ? ❝ ━ Archons, I love your eyes. ❞  Free hand cups Kaveh’s cheek, thumb brushing along his bottom lip with an appreciative hum, ❝ ━ Every time you look at me, the color fascinates me. It’s like you’re looking into me, seeing all my secrets. ❞

A chuckle before he leans in to steal a quick kiss, ❝ ━ Thankfully, you’re welcome to all my secrets. I don’t think I’d want to hide anything from you. ❞  Which is a weird admittance for someone who simply didn’t tell anyone anything worth its weight in salt.

They’re secluded now, by the river, ripples in the water from frogs and moonbeams through the leaves giving the water an ethereal glow. It’s pretty but the person in his arms is far prettier, and he hardly wants to take his eyes away.

❝ ━ Let’s do something silly, yeah ? Dance with me. I’ll sing for you. ❞ He keeps his arm around Kaveh, but his free hand captures the blond’s, bringing it to his mouth so the Captain can brush a kiss over knuckles. It’s something he used to do as a kid, dancing while standing on his mother’s feet, waltzing around in the grass.

But he only leads now, keeping Kaveh close, cheek to cheek as they sway in the moonlight, Kaveh’s voice a melodic tenor as he softly sings to Kaveh. It’s only them, the moonlight and the sound of swaying grass as they dance over the blades.

He hadn’t realized what this emotion in his chest is – when he’s with Kaveh, it lingers there, expanding until his smiles are genuine, until he can no longer keep his besotted anywhere but the pretty architect. It feels a lot like warmth, like being frozen, lonely then getting to feel the first rays of sunshine, of the warmth that cradles him: it’s contentment. Soul-deep contentment and Kaveh will never see the dampness of Kaeya’s lashes but he’ll feel how he holds him a little tighter, that his voice mellows out, and the smile against his temple, and for Kaeya, this is worth letting his own walls down. Kaveh, he was so worth it.

in which, even ice needs to melt sometimes. / @avaere

[dutybcrne]

Thinkings thinkings of Fatui!Kaeya have been reawakened in reviewing Arle's teasers/animations

[devilruin]

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✧ @abbacchiosbelt ― hayley has such great ideas that i just want to pick apart their brain to see how they come up with such splendid thoughts! they're honestly such a fun person, i want to give them all of my love and then some!

personal picks : stuck in a wall with genshin men (reader's just like "oh won't someone come save me? wait... not like that!") , glory and gore with toji (funny story, i didn't know they wrote this and posted the link in a server we share and they were like !!! i wrote that! needless to say i was super embarrassed) , yandere kaeya headcanons (i just think he's neat when he's unhinged) , arranged marriage with diluc (oh nooo what a terrible thing to have to deal with...), and someone great with gojo (gods he walks the line of infuriating/bearable every damn day)

✧ @after-witch ― theo has perfected the art of suspense. her immaculate pacing within her stories always blows my mind, and there has been a few times where i've gone "WHAT!?" while reading some of her works!

personal picks : good as gold (the ending of this! i love the implications sm), wife or death (its always morally correct to make a deal with the devil in one's time of need), alone in the dark with gojo (he's is such a vile pos here... not that i'm complaining!) , a gift with sesshomaru (adore the chance to see sesshy being soft for once), love is the honey with chrollo (honestly reader, same.), welcome home lord scaramouche (the absolute level of bitchiness this man possesses...), glass half full with dazai (him taking advantage of another person's feelings? its more likely than you think!), character development with fyodor (how to gain his approval: read books together), suffrance with chrollo (seeing such a normally calm character snap will never not be satisfying to me), and act of contrition with chrollo (my hand twitched at the end with the physical NEED to slap this man)

✧ @bye-bye-sunbird ― big sis sunnie!!! sunnie is literally a ray of sunshine, she's so sweet and warm-hearted, she always makes me feel so happy when i chat with her! i swear her smile can melt ice and make flowers bloom!

personal picks : necessity with scaramouche (this absolute menace, i hope a bird poops on his precious hat) , yandere diluc soulmate au (diluc refusing to lose the few things that bring him joy, no matter what the cost is, is so delicious) , waltzing with the harbingers (note to self: do not step on their toes) , blaphemous with pantalone (the gods do not exist here in these snowy lands, but don't fret, for pantalone exists in their stead) , and forced marriage with diluc (fuck there's something so sexy about diluc when he snaps...)

✧ @cinnamonest ― lena is a dark content creater / momcon enthusiast / CEO of feral razor / raging kurapikasexual that never misses with her works (did i mention she's got a great sense of humor paired with a big brain?) i love her mei mei series and hope to use her profile template in the future!

personal picks : dad kaeya with his daughter (love all of this series tbh) , the genshin boys' reactions to being slapped in the face (her rankings are always spot on) , genshin boys' dick headcanons (all i can say is yes, this is permanently engraved in my brain) , genshin boys' choice of womb tattoos (sex magic go brr) , dad diluc with his daughter (he'd be such an insistent and possessive father for sure) , moribund with childe (i wonder how many people he'd kill in one go while coming after you. surely he can't go after too many... right? right???) , and crepus with his daughter (thank you lena for always indulging my depraved thoughts!)

honestly everything from her is just so good!

✧ @ddarker-dreams ― lock's mastery of the english language is always a sight to behold! she seamlessly connects minute details from the original work (anime / manga / show / etc. ) or even from some of her own works into her writings, sometimes with no one noticing! scarlet bindings with diluc has a few different references (most of which are obvious) ! she's also a giant sweetheart who i absolutely adore bouncing off ideas with, and wrote cold to the touch with kaeya for me!

personal picks : tempting fate with scaramouche (lil sadistic gremlin will get what's coming for him... eventually) , "your body won't lie to me" with chrollo (he's such a bastard here, i love it) , yandere tartaglia with a fatui recruit darling headcanons (the chilling realization that reader is stuck with him as a superior...) , break a leg with gojo (his insufferableness bleeds through the words here) , the snowstorm with childe (imagining the bloodthirsty look in his eyes as he's coming after reader is just hngh...) , entanglement with kafka (she really is both the unstoppable force and the unmovable object) , smoking gun with johan (the realization johan has after speaking to reader is so good... i could feel the heaviness in the air) , loaded question with arlecchino (i always did believe that she's the type to play with her lover in more way than one...) , aftertaste with kaeya and diluc (never a good time with both of them, that's for sure) , in your eyes with izaya (gaining his attention never ends well, does it?) , exodus with chrollo (ngl, chrollo you're looking real smackable right now) , entrenched with kaeya (the audacity of this man never ceases to astound me) , comfortably numb with chrollo (what is numbness if not acceptance? what is ideation if not desire?) , quid pro quo with chrollo (going to be completely honest this piece lives in my mind rent-free) , and hell within reach (this series has such a special place in my heart, i love lady avalor sm)

not gonna lie, you could probably read any of her works and leave full and happy (or binge them all for a good time!)

(fun fact: lock was the first person i followed, and is one of my biggest inspirations for writing, which is why i like to call her the goddess of yanderes, suspense, and horror)

✧ @dear-yandere ― vanny (or as i like to call her, the yandere queen or queen of yanderes) is another one of the great yandere writers of tumblr! she's also the owner of a big heart (honestly i think she possesses enough love to fill a few blue whale hearts) and is such a compassionate person, whose writing (and artwork) is top tier!

personal picks : diluc's crush dating kaeya (a jealous yandere diluc is always a good pick! ) , acquiescence with pierro (oh yeah, love this old man so much) , little dove with columbina (she's so hauntingly beautiful and also frighteningly eerie) , vladimir (league of legends) at a bar with his darling (can i bite him back? please???) , shuu sakamaki being slightly tsundere + mean (he says he's not looking out for a walking blood bag, he's just upholding his father's rule (like he ever cared about it in the first place)), hisoka being his usual perverted + creepy self (ugh he's so hot like that though) , mafia boss dazai osamu drugging his darling (mafia dazai just hits different) , memento mori (chillingly ironic since it's starring mori ougai) , and little lover (shared harbinger darling) , honestly another writer where you just can't go wrong with any of her works

✧ @hypnoswrites ― their way of crafting stories is like a master painter. each line is a brushstroke and every word brings a new color to the piece. by the time i've reached the last sentence, my jaw is on the floor, my eyes are wide, and i have to take a moment to compose myself (in a good way!) after reading.

personal picks : nightly visit with astarion (fuck he's insufferable like this and im all for it) , quality time with shalnark (the only words i have is oh fuck, he's so manipulative with a soulmate) , heard through the grapevine with shalnark (all i can say is holy shit. i love reader's nen in this and the pacing is exquisite!) , spider cave with chrollo (the utter despair of knowing that everything you did was for naught is such a bitter taste and i gulp it down like the sweetest honey) , to prove oneself with hisoka (fuck yeah reader get his ass!) , and dissonance with demiurge (anti-magic runes? engraved in the walls. hidden listening device? secretly planted. hotel? nazarick.)

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[dkniade]

something something Raihan (Pokémon Sword/Shield) and Kaeya (Genshin Impact) being more similar than I thought and maybe I just have a type in fictional characters

Not only in visuals (top heavy, dark colours, fancy jacket/equivalent) but in personality too I guess

Except Raihan uses difficult weather conditions to his advantage in Pokémon battles and Kaeya nearly died in a rainstorm night twice so that’s one difference at least. Also Raihan is performative ‘cause he’s got this athlete/idol persona like all other Galarian gym leaders (gym battles are like live sport events in Galar), and Kaeya’s performative ‘cause he does intelligence and has trust issues from unresolved trauma.

…these two should get together and have a chat.

Kaeya’s got a Cryo Vision, and dragon-type Pokémon (Raihan’s speciality type in Pokémon battles) are weak to ice-types so who knows, can Kaeya take down all of Raihan’s Pokémon by himself…?

(I’ve never actually played the Pokémon games and have only read the wikis so it’s just my impression of Raihan)

Note: Kaeya gets anxious at rain in second section but Raihan calms him down

“Quite the arena you have here, Mr. Raihan.”

“Thanks! But that’s just the standard here in Galar.”

“Oh? Well, it’d be exciting to play here, I bet.”

“Play? Oh, no no no, you’ve misunderstood. We do Pokémon battles here.”

“Oh?”

“You bring your best Pokémon to fight against other trainers, see who wins, yeah?”

“…Like Onikabuto fights? In Inazuma, pitching bettles in battles against eachother is popular, I’ve heard.”

“Yeah, pretty much. Hey, is that a Poké Ball you’ve got there? Got an ice-type with you?”

“In fact, I am an ice-type.”

“Huh?”

—

(Goodra has used Rain Dance, and it’s now raining in the area. Kaeya’s Cryo attacks go out of control)

“Finally showing your true power, huh? Well, bring it on! …Hey— Hey, Kaeya, relax! We’re just training here; not trying to seriously hurt them!”

(trying to appear calm but actually anxious inside) “Quite a rainstorm you’ve got here, Leader Raihan. Heh, this is going to get interesting…”

“Goodra, come back!” (Throws out another Poké Ball onto the field) “Turtonator! Sunny Day!”

(The rain immediately clears up and the arena becomes sunny. Kaeya calms but maintains Glacial Waltz.)

“My, my, are you pitying me, Galar’s strongest gym leader?”

“Kaeya! Are you alright?”

(Kaeya ends Glacial Waltz with a smile) “Why wouldn’t I be? We’re simply training, that’s all. But why hold back, hm?”

“…Look, I know you’re not a trainer, and I don’t know what you’ve been through, but Pokémon perform the best when they’re enjoying the battle. If you’re driven by anxiety or blind rage while fighting, you can seriously hurt yourself.”

“Quite the philosophy you’ve got there. Do all Galarian gym leaders share this view?”

“It’s something all good trainers should know. I know Unova’s champion and dragon-type leader sees it this way.”

“Hmm.”

“So what happened just now?”

“My! How bold of you.”

By the way, (Unova’s Champion) Iris’ and Kokomi’s outfits both seem to be based off of the daughter of the Dragon King (龙王) in Buddhism (I believe?) who lives in an underwater palace (?). The loop of cloth is what distinguishes it but Kokomi’s outfit seems very much stylized with the cloth only noticeable in her Burst.

[checkonsettings]

Kaeya and Diluc Angst AU (platonic/brother lore) SUB SHIFT

It was a normal day in Mondstadt. The people are having fun, the shops are running, the bars are packed and the knights need not to be in alert because... everything sounded peaceful with the tune of the winds flute.

Kaeya was in the library, spending his time looking over the documents he needs to round up as ordered by Jean. He was bored but he didnt want to wave his sword today so he rather sit and read. It was all magical and euphoric and silent in Mondstadt until Kaeya was disturbed with a loud scream coming from Jean's office.

"KLEE?!" Kaeya rushed out of the library and headed to Jean's room.

"Jean? What's wrong? " Kaeya arrived in the room to see Jean, Lisa and other knights equipped with a horrified face.

There he learned about the current hostage taking of an abyss mage. Klee was taken custody by a lunatic mage who mangled with Klee's bomb and placed a destructive timer in the bomb; worst case was Klee was tied to the bomb.

Everyone was horrified by the event. The knights were all angered and baffled by the actions of the mage, yet they head out of the office just to be greeted by the hellish view of Klee on the foot of the anemo archon's statue surrounded by scorching fire. No one can explain how an abyss mage entered Mondstadt but their focus was on getting Klee out. The knights already took care of the Mage that they had just shaken for some instructions on how to put out the bomb.

Just as the Knights were able to reach the foot of the Anemo Archon Statue, Diluc came rushing in with a puzzled look. Jean greeted him and oriented him about the situation. They have discussed how hydro can put out the fire but the bomb has a root like system that when touch may detonate it.

"The bomb is sensitive. It would be hard to get Klee out." Kaeya whispered to himself.

The nights had been debating on what to do yet the Kid is not getting out any time soon. Kaeya, being concerned offered an idea.

" We can't set the fire off and detonate the bomb at the same time but, I'll try and get Klee out. "

" But? How? " Jean asked.

" I'll try and cover my skin with ice. That should do it. Even for a second I'll be able to get Klee—" he wasn't done yet but Diluc interrupted.

"I'll do it. " Everyone looked at him.

" This is not the time for showing off, brother. "

" I'm a pyro vision. Fire will barely harm me. I'll just need to get her out, right? I see no problem in doing such simple task. "

Kaeya frowned and faced Diluc with a serious face.

" You cannot just waltz in that fire and act like you're invincible. You need to do it in a very slow and careful manner in order to avoid the bomb detonating. You will burn Diluc. " Kaeya emphasizes.

Diluc gave Kaeya one look and proceeds to the fire like he heard nothing.

"NO. BASTARD YOU'LL BURN! " Kaeya run after him and tried to seize Diluc's hand and pull him away.

" Let go. " He said and yanked Kaeya's hand.

" Are you braindead? You might have that vision but it doesn't give you immunity! You'll get your body burn! " Kaeya explains.

"ENOUGH! Klee needs to get out. "

" Master Diluc, use your brain and step aside. Let me—"

Before Kaeya utter another word, Diluc entered the pits of flame. And in that moment, Kaeya's world seemed to slow down. He was mortified. He can't hear anything but his rapid heartbeat, and in a split second, a flaming phoenix carried Klee out of the fire. Klee was saved but where is Diluc?

Everyone was shocked and even before Kaeya can move, Diluc's sword slides in front of his foot. He raised his head in horror trying to search for a pair of red eyes and there, he found it. His body unconsciously moved but right before he can even call his name, he saw Diluc's soulless eyes smile. The sight of his skin shedding blood and getting burns cut Kaeya's thread of sanity.

In sycnh with Kaeya's footstep, the bomb detonated. Kaeya's heart stopped and his eyes went bright blue. He was blinded by his emotion and he had lost control of his vision. He had failed again.

He could not protect his brother. Kaeya screamed in frustration and along with his piercing cold voice, a blizzard engulfed Mondstadt and his body. The fire extinguished due to the powerful amount of snow and ice. Diluc was saved, but Kaeya was unable to know as his heart turned ice cold and his body turned into a monument as his pledge of a long lost friendship.

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CREDITS:

Images: Pinterest

Song: Wolves (Selena Gomez/Marshmello) cover by Jada Facer

Note: EVERYTHING I HAVE WRITTEN IS BASED ON MY CURRENT KNOWLEDGE OF KAEYA AND DILUC'S BROTHER LORE AS WELL AS MONDSTADT'S LORE. This story is not headcanon so if you think, I mistook some details, please do ignore it and recognize the fact that this is just for entertainment only.

Part 2 soon. ^^ Reblog, and Like. Also Do not repost. This story is my own idea if you steal it, I swore to fck you at 3 am in your house ^^

[suiyuun]

@ecleips: " i have something for you to sign. " the meticulous way kaeya often went about stomping his metaphorical foot amidst inazuma's political grounds often meant bypassing certain protocols - protocols that none other than his esteemed husband could break for him. and so kaeya's habit of sweet talking him into a signature or two had become the norm. kaeya would waltz in ( more often than not donned in something alluring, or particularly pursuasive ) seat himself in ayato's lap for a brief respite of kisses and sweet nothings, lips to his neck, sensuous hand movements guiding the commissioner's hand over to some unknown document. it just so happened that today's contracts were divorce papers. " right there for me, baby. " he purred.

time   spent   in   the   clutches   of   paperwork   and   the   utter   pedantic   nonsense   that   came   with   his   position   as   the   yashiro   commissioner   is   not   so   exciting.   it   is   perhaps,   ayato's   least   favorite   part   of   his   day   -   when   he's   in   residence   proper   -   and   by   'part   of   the   day,'   it   more   or   less   means   a   solid   ten   hours   devoted   to   his   craft   of   ink   to   documents.   reading,   writing,   solving   potentially   catastrophic   issues   with   the   stroke   of   a   pen   or   brush   (depending   on   the   stationary   of   course)...   all   in   a   days   work   for   the   yashiro   commissioner,   and   it   was   hardly   unordinary   for   such   endeavors   to   be   accented   by   the   appearance   of   his   ever   so   darling   spouse   -   who   was   usually   up   to   absolutely   no   good.

this   time   was   no   different.

in   hindsight,   it   was   perhaps   inadvisable   to   have   whisked   someone   like   kaeya   alberich   into   a   marriage,   but   ayato   would   count   it   as   one   of   his   smartest   political   moves   to   date   -   if   not   his   most   entertaining.   the   only   trouble   was   that   the   cavalry   captain   was...   well,   smarter   than   him   on   the   regular.   ayato   was   a   proud   man,   it   was   true,   but   he   was   not   so   above   it   to   admit   when   he   was   bested   -   and   best   him   often   kaeya   did,   especially   when   it   involved   a   little   too   much   skin   showing   or   the   wayward   brush   of   lips   or   the   way   he   made   that   little   noise   when   ayato   bit   him   just   li-

"   mm-   "   the   commissioner   melts,   baring   his   throat   with   unfettered   eagerness.   one   hand   slides   to   steady   itself   at   kaeya's   hip,   the   other   bracing   on   his   desk   before   it   is   moved   -   pen   in   hand.   ayato's   lashes   flutter,   ice   blue   across   the   warm   tone   of   his   cheeks   and   he   can't   help   but   lick   his   lips,   much   more   interested   in   pushing   his   lover   down,   while   his   own   pelvis   angles   up.   the   pen   twitches   in   hand,   and   he   moves   his   head   just   enough   then   so   that   sweet   azure   might   meet   frosted   lilac   in   a   darkened   gaze.   something   dances   behind   ayato's   eyes   -   something   amused.   something   dangerous.   "   you   know-   "

as   he   speaks,   the   commissioner   moves,   quite   suddenly   upending   them   both   so   that   the   captain   is   instead   sprawled   upon   his   desk,   knocking   askew   countless   documents   and   books,   while   ayato   situates   himself   between   long,   svelte   legs.   "-   usually   i   am   happy   to   adhere   to   all   your   requests,   kaeya.   "   his   hand   has   drawn   to   kaeya's   chest   now,   resting   firmly   on   his   pectorals   as   he   goes   to   take   a   quick   glance   at   the   document   in   question.   for   a   moment,   there   is   stillness   -   but   the   yashiro   commissioner   is   anything   but   angry,   instead,   he   laughs,   soft   and   lilted,   before   drawing   himself   up   and   over   the   elder.   "   but   this?   "

hip   to   hip   again,   and   this   time   ayato   is   ruthless,   bearing   down   his   weight   with   clear   intent.   at   the   same   time,   his   lips   find   kaeya's   jaw,   nipping   oh-so   lightly   at   the   area   before   paying   an   almost   adoring   kiss   to   a   fading   mark   he'd   left   only   a   few   nights   before   near   his   throat.   "   why   would   you-   "   each   word,   a   bell   of   ramped   pleasure,   the   swordsmen   playing   the   body   beneath   him   like   the   well   loved   koto   in   his   chambers.   "   -   want   to   -   "   words   followed   by   kisses,   followed   by   teeth,   the   suckling   of   skin,   the   devotion   of   a   man   with   something   to   prove.   "   leave   me   ?   "

and   then   he's   on   his   knees,   between   those   mile   long   legs,   with   his   nose   pressed   to   an   inner   thigh   and   one   hand   playing   at   the   purchase   of   kaeya's   belt   buckle.   up,   he   looks   at   him,   hues   dark   with   his   lust   and   a   hint   of   possession.   mine,   they   seem   to   say,   but   ayato   is   polite   enough   to   not   voice   it   out   loud...   yet.   "   no   matter,   "   he   breathes   against   fabric,   kissing   up,   up,   and   up,   "   i'll   simply   remind   you   of   one   of   the   many   reasons   you'd   miss   me   should   we   part.   "