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pinkxpantha · 14 days ago

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Suspicions, Scones, and Scandals.

diluc x GN!reader

#: synopsis- How the year long secret between you and Diluc is revealed, turns out the greatest bachelor of Mondstadt isn't a bachelor?!

#: cw- 3.4k words, they/you pronouns. Use of Mx, Traveler is left up to interpretation (Aether or Lumine), Kaeya, Venti, Paimon also mentioned, secret relationship, established relationship, Diluc loves like it's the only thing he knows how to do, fluff, Diluc is in mourning (you went to fontaine) no s/o = no life, Donna mentioned for a sentence and lowkey can't decide which one of you to be jealous of, no beta we die like Crepus.

Diluc polished the glass he held in his hand. It was quiet, beautifully so. The loud chatter of drunkards during the usual weekdays were now replaced with the delicate silence of his environment.

Diluc could see his own reflection in the wine glass, it glinted with the casual lighting of Angel's Share.

Before he heard the door creaking open, he saw the peaks of blue. Who else could it be other than Kaeya.

He waltzed through the door, the corner of his mouth tilting upwards when he saw Diluc.

Diluc turned to face his brother, clenching his jaw in preparation for the relentless teasing he's recieved for the past few days.

Diluc made the fatal mistake of glancing over in your direction when you were talking to someone.

Kaeya picked up on this immediately. Like a sponge he soaked every single interaction between the two of you to compile into a theory of Diluc's clear infatuation over you.

As much as Diluc wished Kaeya would stop sending him playful glances each time your name was brought up, he couldn't deny some of his words held a hint of truth to them.

Although he wouldn't say ‘his eyes had their own heartbeat’ whenever he glanced at you. whatever that meant.

“Ah, Diluc! Pleasure to see you here.” Kaeya greeted. Flashing him a small grin as he sat down on the stools in front of the bar.

“I wish I could say the same to you.”

Kaeya only laughed in a placating manner.

“Brother, is that any way to treat your future best man?”

Diluc deadpanned at Kaeya's audacious words.

“What do you want?” He sighed as he threw the rag over his shoulder.

“Aside from good wine, a fine chat would do.”

Diluc swiveled around after he got Kaeya's order.

“I'm not your in house entertainment,” he spoke. “If you wanted entertainment you should've come during the weekend.”

Diluc huffed and placed the empty glass in front of Kaeya.

“Better yet, go elsewhere.”

Kaeya shrugged, “Of course Master Diluc, I'll keep that in mind for the future.”

Diluc continued to prepare Kaeya's drink. The sooner he left, the better. He didn't need to hear his incessant teasing.

If he glanced back, he might've seen Kaeya's gaze locked onto his gloves.

Kaeya carefully investigated the lumps of fabric. Was it just the light playing tricks on him, or did that seem like the outline of a ring?

Soon the tavern door opened again, and Diluc resists the urge to sigh.

Yes this is his job, but that doesn't mean he has to enjoy all parts of it.

Diluc sets Kaeya's drink in front of him, his gaze raised ever so slightly.

Then it locks on yours. You look like how he expects you to. You bring him a warmth him pyro vision could never mimic.

Then he remembered who else was in the room with him. He gave you a curt nod, trying to indicate something to you.

“Suddenly the atmosphere feels a lot colder.” Kaeya said.

You cleared your throat, a small black box in your hand. Wrapped in a gorgeous red velvet colored flat of fabric. You fiddled absent-mindedly with the ribbon.

“Sorry Kaeya, I was just a bit distracted.”

He smiled as he turned to the side, giving him a better view of both Diluc and you.

Diluc adjusted his tie, and brushed his hair back. Something he clearly didn't think much of. (Unlike the man that stared at him as he did so.)

He huffed amused. ”Don't worry about it Mx. [Name], at least with your company I won't have to worry about someone brooding anymore.”

Diluc shot Kaeya a glare from the corner of his eye.

‘Don't say anything you'll regret.’

Kaeya only smirked.

‘I rarely regret a thing I've said.’

You cleared your throat at the poorly disguised tension in the room. Snapping Diluc out of his in-between conversation with Kaeya.

“Good evening.” You greeted the both of them.

You walked over to one of the wooden stools. It was solid, carefully made so that even with the hours of use it acquired over its long carrier of chairness you couldn't find a single trace of weathering or possible splinters.

“So what brings you here? I didn't take you for a drinker.” Kaeya hums, taking a small sip of his wine.

You shake your head, “I'm not here to have a drink, dealing with a hangover tomorrow would be horrible.” You shivered.

“Do you not handle your alcohol well?”

“Kaeya.” Diluc scolds.

“What? I'm making conversation.”

“Don't make me kick you out.”

Kaeya sighed, curling his bottom lip into a pout in an exaggerated fashion.

“I haven't even finished my drink yet, surely you'd let me enjoy this first.”

You smiled at the interaction.

And just for a second Diluc's eyes met yours. You were looking at him so.. openly? He couldn't decipher that stare of yours. He could feel the slight amusement in your stare.

You were such a force of confusion in his life, but with you he didn't need much reason. His ears tilted red with each second longer your eyes met together.

You took pity on him, breaking eye contact first. “I'm not a lightweight, I just tend to go overboard.”

Kaeya chuckles at the clarification. “Aha I see.”

You placed the box onto the counter, the sound amplified by the silence that shrouded the room.

Diluc leaned over the counter of the bar, he used his elbow as a prop for his head. He blinked at the foreign object. A slight intrigue made him want to open it.

But… three's a crowd.

Clearly that sentiment slid out of his brain, bouncing around the room before it pointedly made its way to Kaeya.

He paused before sighing. “As much as I would love to indulge in these tendencies I do have some work to get back to.” Kaeya placed the mora he owed onto the table, before taking out a flash attached at his hip and pouring the rest of the wine down it.

“Ah, already?” You murmured.

“Unfortunately so.” He nods, “Very well then, see you both soon.”

You both bid him goodbye, and he sent a wink(you think??) in Diluc's direction.

As soon as you both hear the click of the door the atmosphere concentrates around the two people in the room. Both of you relax, a breath of shared comfort between the two of you.

You nudge the box closer to Diluc, his red hair falling against his face slightly as he tilts his head in your direction.

Archons you really need to know how he keeps it so well maintained..?

“This is?” He picks the box up in his hands, it feels miniscule in his palm.

“For you.” You said simply.

He blinked, “What's the occasion?”

You shook your head, “It reminded me of you.”

He hesitated. A gift from you wasn't a rarity, yet it still felt odd each time he recieved one just… because?

He opened the box, it was two things. A hairpin. It was a solid metal, the imagery of a flower with its petals dyed red. Golden accents adorned the sides. It shimmered in regality with the dimmed lighting of the tavern glinting against the metal.

The next piece was made in similar fashion. The silhouette mimicked the frame of the hairpin but in a much more minimalistic fashion. It was a gorgeous deep red, a notable tie clasp.

“These.. are beautiful, [Name].” He said.

You agreed, “So, you're calling yourself beautiful?”

“...”

Before he could sigh from exasperation he saw the teasing glint in your eyes. “If that's what you see me as, I can't help but not trust your judgement.” He leaned further into you, a small smirk playing against his lips.

You felt your face warm up, for a guy that was so content with shrouding himself in intrigue and mystery, his eyes betrayed that reputation.

They were so clear, if you looked directly into them you might've seen the mini Diluc’s running around scrambling to formulate his thought process.

The ombre of red and orange harmonized into a blazing ichor that threatened to swallow you whole.

He looked back at you, and you swore his eyes burned through your soul. His features were so tightly knit in comparison to his wide red eyes.

“You're not being fair right now.. stop looking at me like that.” You huffed.

“Don't you spend your time searching for the beauties of this world? Don't tell me you've given up on that goal already.”

This guy… he could be cunning when he wanted to.

You didn't allow yourself to falter, seeing this as a battle risking life or death. There was no way you weren't going to win this battle of flustering the other. (Diluc didn't even know what the hell you were thinking.)

You used your sword, otherwise known as your hand to stab his heart.(read: grab his tie.) You pulled it ever so slightly closer to you. Ignoring how

You huff, leaning over the counter to grab him by his tie. He jolted at the sudden action, his torso angled over the bar, his hands moved closer to his waist, holding onto the edge of the wooden panel to steady himself.

Your fingers make their way closer to his neck, never straying from the fabric of his tie. He swallowed thickly as he watched you concentrate on fixing it.

As much as he doubts there was nothing wrong with the way he tied it, he.. appreciates the way you look up at him, just for a split second.

“Of course I haven't.” You said.

Diluc saw your lips move before he could hear you. He snapped out of his daze, the proximity between the two of you reduced to the length of a ring finger.

“I haven’t taken a picture of you.”

Diluc pulled away, noticing how you already clipped the pin onto his tie.

You bit the inside of your cheek to prevent the chuckles of amusement from slipping out. He had turned away from you, it was a desperate attempt to hide his reddened skin.

More than ever is he glad you two are the only ones in the tavern.

You see him rub his face, the traces of red starting to dissipate from his neck and ears. You can't help but smile. You can't tell you're smiling because of his reaction, or the fact he's allowing you to see him like this.

“[Name]..” He turns back to you, his lips pursed together.

“Diluc” You responded, taking in his full appearance.

The gentle slopes of his face, the harsh curves of his jaw and nose. They all worked together in a polyphony to create the the person you admire so dearly.

“Ah, that reminds me. Unfortunately I have a business trip to attend in a fortnight.” You broke the silence of the room.

He lowered his head to meet your gaze.

“Should I bring anything back for you? A gift.. a recipe.. I'm sure I could learn to cook something for you.” You offered. Diluc's face paled.

The thought of you cooking something for him used to be a pleasant fantasy. But seeing it in practice turned any thought of you stepping into the kitchen into a nightmare.

You might as well have had a pyro vision the way the stove went up in flames.

“I… appreciate the sentiment.” He grimaced. “If anything, I wish you to return to me safely.”

You smiled back at him, bemusement tracing the corners of your mouth.

“Of course. I'll make sure to have a good time as well!”

He hummed. “Don't slack off.”

“I won't I swear–!” You exclaim, jabbing your finger in his face.

You both continue to talk, in a way only the two of you know of each other. Barriers and walls broken to build a bridge between the two of you.

These words are a well kept secret between the two of you, at least for now.

You leave the tavern when more people begin to filter in as the sun sets.

Time truly didn't stop for anyone. It wasn't long before Diluc had to bid you goodbyes. Time failed to capture the moments he spent with you leading up to that.

A month had already passed since you left, his favorite place to be during that time was at the dawn winery. Letters you wrote came to him every other day.

You were safe, and it sounded like you were enjoying the time you spent in fontaine. He no longer had to relive the first week of sleepless nights worrying about your well being.

He was in the dawn winery again, a newer letter in his hands. Diluc traced the wax seal, one he specially commissioned for you.

He began to peel it off, a twinge of eagerness coated his fingers in a newfound fervor.

Just before he could read your letter, he heard a familiar high pitched voice.

“Master Diluc would totally help us!”

Was that..?

“The traveler maybe, but you and I are on the same level!”

He looked up to see the traveler and their floating companion, along with venti matching their pace.

From the corner of the doorway he could just barely make out Adelinde's sheepish expression.

“Traveller, it's good to see you here.” Diluc greeted, resisting the urge to sigh at the interruption.

He subtly slipped the envelope on the dining table behind him.

“Hey! How come Paimon doesn't get a hello?” She huffed, her hands balled into fists at her sides.

“Hello Paimon. Venti.”

“Told you.” Venti shook his head, ignoring Paimon's pointed glare.

Traveler quickly spoke up before Paimon could get provoked, “We have something to give you.” They handed an envelope to Diluc.

He quirked a brow as he looked it over, undoubtedly from you.

Diluc hasn't been keeping tabs on The Traveler's journey, but something must have led them into Fontaine..

He let himself open it— the wax lifted under the nail of his finger.

Eagerness. Anticipation. You're right by his side– he swears. You play with his senses to a degree he cannot fathom. As he stares at the photocard of a few scones, he imagines he's sat across from you.

He could practically hear your indecisive ramblings about what to get. ‘The beignets sound tasty– oh but what about the blueberry scones? I'm not feeling for blueberries though..”

“Can't believe the traveler's been demoted from honorary knight to delivery service!”

For a second you coat him in a warmth– so entirely reminiscent of you. Diluc grieves the nights devoid of you.

“It's a noble job Paimon, I'm pretty sure you've made Diluc's week!”

Even before he saw your name signed at the back, he knew it was from you. He covered his mouth. He could recognize you in fields towered higher than his gaze. It's yours. You. You. You. You.

“Eeh? Whaddya–?”

Diluc looks up (unfortunately,) to see the black, amber, and green eyes looking back at him.

“Diluc must really like Mx. [Name]’s letter.”

The traveler breaks the silence.

“Now I'm curious, what could they have written to awoke such a reaction out of him, any theories?” Venti playfully questioned.

“Maybe it's a love letter!” The pixie answered with too much giddiness.

“It's definitely blackmail.” The blond smirked. (Furrowed brows? Check! Gotta be something incriminating.)

“It's neither.” Diluc deadpanned. “Don't make such uninformed guesses.”

“Uninformed? But Mx. [Name] said they'd sent a buncha letters! But they haven't gotten a response.” Paimon insisted, the unspoken words of ‘Diluc would totally ignore someone's constant love letters if he had the choice.’ underlined her speech.

“The trip from Mondtsadt to Fontaine is a long one, I only started to receive their letters two weeks ago.” Diluc shook his head, (a poor attempt to quell the fairy's theorizing.)

“We could always pass on a message?” The traveler offered.

“I wouldn't mind!” Venti chirped.. for some reason?

Paimon grumbled, “you're not included in this Tone-Deaf Bard!”

“ Eh? I was planning on visiting Fontaine soon anyways.” Venti replied, pouting only to further provoke the floating child.

Diluc quickly cleared his throat, (just in time to prevent the childish duo from bickering with each other.)

“If the traveller is offering, I do have something I want to give to [Name].”

Venti squinted, but didn't say anything.

“Of course,” The traveler agreed.

Diluc quickly drafted a note, not taking long to compile his thoughts into words meant for you.

The group continued to talk amongst themselves, bidding Diluc their goodbyes after he handed them the note enclosed in an envelope.

He saw them off to the door, leaving them with one final parting message, to not open it.

He saw them walk off into the distance. Diluc sighed as they left– relief admittedly washed over him.

But it was short lived.

The recognizable high pitched wails of the ivory haired tag-a-long was enough to confirm he'd have a lot to talk to you about as soon as you returned.

It must've been a millenia till you returned

The breeze of Mondstadt made each step you took feel lighter. You could smell the scent wafting from good hunter's the moment you passed the gate.

You barely noticed the few pointed looks in your direction. One coming from a hard to remember face. (who was wondering who she was supposed to be jealous of.)

You ignored it, only wanting to do one thing. You practically floated into the tavern where you asked a certain someone to meet you when you came back.

You walked into the tavern, the brazen hours of daylight left behind you.

“Nice to meet you again, Diluc.”

His eyes snapped to your person, widening at the sight despite your predicted arrival. He got out of the area behind the bar to take you into a warm embrace.

No matter your stature, getting hugged by Diluc feels like a blanket covering you, protecting you from the outside world. He takes over your senses, the warmth of being home.

“I suppose you miss me?” You muttered after he pulled away. He was close enough to hear even the slightest change in your breathing.

“More than I could ever admit.” He breathed out, more than glad to have you back.

“Did anything exciting happen while I was gone?”

He sucked in his teeth with a slight furrow of his brows. “I wish it was more mundane actually.”

“Huh. Tell me more?”

You both made your way to one of the multiples of empty tables. You both spoke in hushed whispers despite there not being a single person to overheat.

“I'm sorry, dear.” Diluc apologized, his head resting in his hand, his fingers covering a bit of his eye. Red bangs would have fallen on top of his calloused digits if not for the familiar hairclip pinning them back.

“Don't be sorry, it wasn't your fault at all.” You let your fingers rest on the side of his face, tilting his head to look into your eyes.

He had told you about the incident, how Paimon's curiosity led to the whole of Mondstadt knowing the most eligible bachelor wasn't a bachelor at all.

It didn't help that the first line was ‘To my dearly beloved,’ unmistakably written by him.

It wasn't long before the ‘secret’ spread along Mondstadt's greatest gossipers, Diluc was out of stock.

“I understand you didn't want this kind of publicity, but I'm okay with it.” You insisted.

He looked at you, his eyes weary with exhaust. Whether it was because he was worried over your reaction or the scandal seeping his energy, you didn't know.

“[Name], you don't need to pretend it's fine, we agreed this would be a secret.” Diluc grumbled.

You remember that vow, the publicity of dating one of Mondstadt's most notable figures would have been incredibly pressuring.

You didn't know if you were ready for that.

“It was something I expected if I'm being honest. I'm well prepared, love.” After all, if you were to progress your relationship to the next level, it would be an even bigger shock if Diluc was secretly married.

Maybe this was for the best..?

You put your hand onto the table, your palm facing up as he moved his hand to meet yours, keeping his grip on your palm secure.

“No matter what happens, we'll do it together, okay?” You vowed.

Diluc looked at you warmly. Even without a pyro vision, you don't think he'd ever be cold to you.

A beat of silence passed, and he rubbed the back of your palm with his thumb. His glove rubbed against the peak of your knuckles.

“You look tired,” He whispered listlessly.

You bantered, “I could say the same for you.”

You both stood up, Diluc kept his hand locked in yours. “Let's go home.”

And you couldn't want anything more.

I HAVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR TOO LONG IM SO GLAD ITS OUT OF MY DRAFTS

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conlaluce · 8 months ago

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thinking about diluc and kaeya each having their own complicated relationship with religion. crepus is a devout believer of the anemo archon, to me, so he definitely took his kids with him to mass at the cathedral, if not every sunday then at least once or twice a month.

diluc learned to pray from his father; learned to give thanks to the god who gave this city its freedom, the god who blesses them with gentle weather and bountiful lands and protects them from tyranny. he believes wholly and truly in the anemo archon's grace; his father does, after all, and everyone says barbatos is great and benevolent and kind and helped found the nation he loves so dearly.

kaeya doesn't like mass very much, but he never says so. it makes him uncomfortable, especially in the beginning, worshipping one of the gods that his homeland has reviled - but he wants to fit in, he doesn't want to lose his place here. and surely, surely, it would be a dead giveaway to his "true" allegiances if he refused to pray to mondstadt's god. so kaeya closes his eyes and pretends to pray, because better this than losing another home. (better this than failing his mission, than failing in his duty to khaenri'ah.)

and then, diluc's 18th birthday passes. ursa the drake attacks. crepus dies. diluc leaves mondstadt. kaeya is left, alone, the only ragnvindr left (except there aren't any, really, because he isn't a ragnvindr anymore, he isn't allowed to be.)

the first time diluc's vision starts to go out, the light flickering and fading and dying, kaeya prays. for the first time, he doesn't pretend, he doesn't close his eyes and clasp his hands together just for show - he prays.

please. please. let diluc live. please don't let him die. he can't die. i know you hate me, but you can't let him die, he's one of yours, isn't he? he's a child of mondstadt. he has to stay alive. save him, please, please-

(i can't lose him too)

diluc's vision never does go out all the way. it always retains its light, even if only slightly. maybe the anemo archon really did protect him. maybe barbatos answered kaeya's prayers.

sometimes, when diluc's vision is weak, kaeya prays. surely, barbatos will at least grant him this. surely, barbatos wouldn't be opposed to keeping a child of mondstadt safe.

when diluc finally comes back home, kaeya closes his eyes and whispers a quiet thanks to his god.

diluc, on the other hand, no longer prays. hasn't, since that day.

he doesn't think he deserves to.

kaeya said something, that night, about khaenri'ans being sinners. a people who have been condemned by the gods themselves for their sins. he said it so viciously, so bitterly, so sincerely. like he believed it, wholly and truly.

if you're a sinner, then what am i?

kinslayer. a failure of a knight. a man who could not save anyone when it mattered most, who raised a blade to his own family. killer of his own father, and nearly his brother, too. he has learned to kill without feeling the slightest hint of remorse, to steal and torture and deceive. he has committed so many atrocities he can no longer count them all. his sins are far worse than kaeya's have ever been, will ever be.

if you're a sinner, then so am i.

diluc doesn't pray anymore. he's a little scared to.

and besides, no gods would save him now, would they?

not with all the blood on his hands.

some time after his return to mondstadt, diluc starts attending mass again. every sunday, he enters the cathedral with the rest of the crowd, chooses a quiet spot in the back, and waits for the service to begin.

he doesn't pray.

when everyone else's heads are bowed together in prayer, diluc lowers his head to show respect, but his eyes are open. his hands lie still in his lap. he stares at the wood of the pews in front of him as the sister leading the service offers words of thanks to barbatos. he does not pray.

does he even deserve to ask anything of the gods now?

and then diluc finds out the annoying bard that frequents his tavern is actually a god. is actually barbatos. not just any god - his god.

his god trusts him to keep his human guise a secret. his god tolerates him enough to become a regular at his tavern and beg him for freebies.

okay. this is fine.

(vaguely, diluc wonders if it is heresy to say no when your god asks you for something. repeatedly. but their dynamic has been like this for months before venti's true identity was revealed, and the god has shown no indication of wanting to change that. so, for now, diluc will treat him the same as he always has.)

sometimes, he thinks about asking. asking venti - asking barbatos - if he would forgive diluc of his sins. if he deserves to be forgiven.

he never does ask.

#diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich #genshin impact #religion #religious themes #religious trauma question mark?#venti #barbatos

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raylazuko · 5 months ago

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So we know nothing about Diluc’s mother right? Other than she probably died when he was little and Adelinde helped raise him.

But what if she isn’t/wasn’t dead and trapped somewhere? Or she died and her soul was trapped somewhere for some reason? And Crepus was using the delusion to try to save her.

What if she either got cursed by someone for soemthing she did or she cursed herself by accident? I’ve heard rumors she was into witchcraft or something. And if she got cursed that’s why she died.

Or maybe she was killed or something and Crepus didn’t have a vision to save her so he used a dellusion so that the same thing wouldn’t happen to Diluc or Kaeya. (Remember Kaeya didn’t have a vision until after Crepus died so he’d be naturally more vulnerable.)

Also I consider it very possible that Crepus knows something about Kaeya even if Kaeya never told him. Just like speculation. Khaenri’ahns have those primogem eyes. He never brought it up or questioned further not to upset Kaeya who either doesn’t remember what happened or refuses to talk about it. It’s hard to keep a secret for that many years so it makes me think either Kaeya had his memory wiped in some way. Like he knows he’s supposed to be a spy but doesn’t remember much else or his memory got blocked because of trauma. Trauma fucks with your memory and concept of time, trust me, I know.

I think Varka knows. He must know. He probably either doesn’t question it out of kindness or good will OR he knows Kaeya is powerful and wants him on his side and won’t wanna antagonize him. I don’t really trust Varka.

Now moving on, we know nothing about either of Kaeya’s parents but considering the whole abandonment thing, and that the Alberiches are probably crazy abyss shills, I would imagine Kaeya’s father was abusive in some way. Also I talked about it in another post but Kaeya’s mom is probably Sumerian or Natlese but more likely Sumerian because of Kaeya’s outfit, the trip when he was a kid, and the geography.

Idk I get freaky weird supremacist vibes from the Abyss order and they are probably nuts about blood purity. Like considering what happed with Caribert and that he was used for an experiment it kinda makes me think that non pureblood kids are not well regarded. My thought is that Kaeya IS powerful with abyss powers but his father is mad about this because Kaeya isn’t pureblood and instead of blaming himself for having an extramarital affair, he just takes it out on Kaeya himself. Kaeya’s mother was either killed or sent away imo. If she was sent away, Kaeya probably doesn’t know where she is since he doesn’t go looking for her. Or he was lied to and told she died. I would guess she’s probably an Eremite and doesn’t know where he is either.

Either it was just an affair when kaeya’s father was on the surface for some reason or he kidnapped kaeya’s mother as a slave/mistress which unfortunately seems like something the abyss order would do. Either way I headcanon that she kicks ass and is actually powerful and has a dendro vision or some shit. Like that would be sick.

In other words we know nothing about the parents here except the limited things we do know about Crepus but yeah, I wanna know more haha. Like just imagine if Diluc’s mom is a powerful witch from Fontaine or something (oh shit what if she has Fatui connections).

So yeah, maybe either Crepus got looped into working for the Fatui because of his wife, or maybe she left the Fatui to marry him and they hunted her down and killed her! And then Crepus works against the Fatui to avenge her and some of his “business trips” are actually underground intelligence. And maybe his wife had the dellusion when she worked for them and it got kept as an heirloom OR he got it to protect himself and kids after failing to protect her. Or maybe it’s out of anger and vengeance.

Either way I need to know more about their moms, this shit is crazy.

#ragbros #kaeya #diluc #wtf is going on #I need to know more #like there’s so much we don’t know #their backstories are insane actually #mommy issues tho

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dandelion-wings · 6 months ago

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In the classic 'warmups that ate my whole writing session,' have some not-so-baby Kaeya (he's like fourteen here, but still fairly newly-come to the Dawn Winery) from yet another AU @theabysscomeshome and I were kicking around on Discord yesterday. >> I like the Dawn Winery family vibes, okay.

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They have a lot of trust to rebuild after the incident. Master Crepus says that they need to start with more focused language lessons, so that they can actually explain to Kaeya what's going on. Adelinde does understand where he's coming from, but she thinks it needs to be a little more basic than that.

Fortunately, Kaeya seems to have latched onto her as the safest person around: domestic, slight of build, without a Vision and apparently not combat-trained. He doesn't have to know what the head housemaid has taught her to do with kitchen knives (or what she has done with them for Master Diluc, the once, and what she would gladly do for him). She takes care to be always gentle with him, to keep her voice soft, to reinforce that perception of safety. To make her someone he doesn't feel he has to flee.

Master Crepus looks sorrowful every time Kaeya ducks behind her when he enters the room. He understands why, though, and he doesn't press. There's time enough for Kaeya to re-learn how kind he, too, can be. For now, Master Crepus reassigns Adelinde from all her other duties. Taking care of Kaeya is one of only two she has to concern herself with. Keeping watch on him is the other.

He *was* the other half of the incident, after all. What he did cannot happen ever again.

Despite that reassignment, Adelinde carries on with some of a housemaid's work, picking and choosing whatever seems to suit Kaeya's needs that day. It means she spends a lot of time in the kitchen. He may not trust them, but putting temptation in front of him long enough does induce him to eat. And everyone from the Cathedral's healers to the fieldworkers agree that he absolutely needs to be fed.

"Two cups of flour," Adelinde tells him, showing him the bag, then each scoop, as she measures it into the bowl. Formal language lessons are all well and good, but she knows that the expensive Akademiya tutor isn't teaching him this vocabulary. That he can see in the process that she's not putting anything harmful into the food is just as important.

(That first potion was, she thinks, a terrible idea. It was absolutely necessary; the Mages' taint *had* to be cleared, or it might have killed him or worse. And there was no way to tell him in words why it was given, or what the effects would be. But they never should have slipped it into his food.)

"Salt," she goes on, showing him the block. "We'll scrape some off. That's enough. Then we'll cut in the butter, and the lard. You want to taste that? It won't taste good, but all right. Now we sprinkle milk over it as we knead it together. I'll do that. Do you want to start chopping the meat?"

No one else would approve of giving him a knife, which is why Adelinde has cleared out a small side-kitchen instead of working in the main one. The thing is, he knows full well he's under watch. She sees how he flinches whenever someone looks so much as alarmed at his behavior. He's afraid of being hurt, again, if anyone even thinks he's trying more magery. How can he think otherwise, with his burns still healing and Sir Jean checking in almost daily on Diluc's behalf? It's not as if his fears are groundless. If he attempts another Abyssal ritual, they'll have to do *something* to stop him.

If they want him to trust them, they need to demonstrate that they're willing to trust him in exchange. So, the knife. Adelinde isn't ready to turn her back on him yet while he's holding it, but she'll do that eventually, too. For now it's no surprise that she isn't when she's working at the same counter and all that they'll need is already arrayed in front of them.

She rolls out the pastry and divides it out into the pie pans while he chops the meat fine and dumps it into the bowl. Then, after making him wash his hands, she presents the spice rack before him. "What do you want to put into this?"

For this, she gives him is the appropriately-sized spoon and free rein. The pies may come out oddly-tasting this way--they have before--but he knows by now what she does use, and she wants to let him experiment. He tastes a bit of each spice, thoughtfully, mixes them in his hand and tries various combinations, and finally pours scoops of each one he's chosen into the bowl. Adelinde watches him out of the corner of her eye as she whips the eggs, but he doesn't do anything she'd have to scold him for--dumping a whole spice jar in, or licking his finger and sticking it into a jar to taste, or touching the meat and then a jar. He's so much more careful with food than Master Diluc ever was.

Pouring the eggs in, she offers him the spoon. "Do you want to stir?"

He does. Adelinde watches as he mixes it all together, then pours it into the pastry herself before showing him how to fold the tops up. Then into the oven--he stays well back from the heat--and she makes them both hot cocoa while they wait for them to bake. He huddles over his mug like he expects it to be taken from him. Or tampered with.

(*How* she wishes they hadn't put that potion into his food.)

She takes the pies out herself and puts them on the cooling rack, pretending not to notice Kaeya scraping the last, dregs of cocoa from the pot while her back is turned. He never tries to ask for more

than he's offered, and that's from more than just the language barrier; he's expressive enough in his gestures when he wants to be. Someday she'll be able to tell him that he can have as much as he likes. For now, she'll let him get away with all his pilferage.

And make more hot chocolate while the pies are cooling, of course.

By the time they've finished the second pot, they're cool enough to eat without burning his mouth. Adelinde gets out a plate, then pauses, a thought occurring to her. Instead of loading it up herself, she hands it to Kaeya, then steps back, gesturing towards the rack. "How many do you want?"

The look he gives her is eloquently disbelieving. She can almost hear the question: surely she's not telling him to take the whole batch. There's no way to explain to him yet that she *would* let him have it all if he wanted, and hope he had the sense to save some for later rather than give himself the stomachache, but that's not the point. Right now she just wants to give him a choice.

She's expecting him to simply take a pie or two, readying herself to smile and nod in approval so he knows he's not taking too much. Instead, he looks at the rack, clearly counting off, then looks at her and says, with tremendous care, "I want... two?" He holds up two fingers as he says it.

It's the first time he's actually tried to answer her in Mond. Adelinde beams at him.

"Yes, you can have two," she says. "Or more. Three, or four, or five," she adds, holding up her fingers in turn, because she doesn't know whether 'more' is a word he's learned yet, nor any of the numbers. "As many as you want."

Kaeya studies her for a moment as if looking for a trap, then says, "I want four."

"You can have four." Adelinde gestures again towards the rack, encouragingly. "Choose whichever ones you like."

He takes the pies, quickly, before she can take the offer back, and then returns to the little table in the corner and hunches over them. Adelinde takes three pies for herself. She only really wants one, but she hopes that this way he won't think he's over-indulging; she can manage two, and wrap the third in her napkin as demonstration, so that if he does end up finding he's taken too much he'll know it's all right to keep for later.

She compliments his spice choices as they eat, though privately she thinks the rosemary was too much. Kaeya unhunches, slowly, once he's wolfed the first two down and finds himself working his way more slowly through the third. He's looking uncertainly at the fourth when Adelinde finishes her own second pie. She deliberately wraps hers in her napkin and tucks it into her pocket, making sure he's watching. He wraps his own, watching her as she does it and relaxing further when she nods.

"I want... one more?" He holds up a finger, again, and the wrapped pie in the other hand, and Adelinde smiles and nods at him before rising to get him another napkin. Kaeya pockets them and looks satisfied. Then he looks up at her and, again in Mond, says something that from the intonation he must have learned in his formal lessons. "Thank you."

Something warm swells in Adelinde's chest. "You're welcome," she tells him, and on impulse holds her arms out wide. He steps forward into the hug, tentative at first, then clinging tight when she pulls him in against her. She pretends not to notice how he's shaking and simply holds him until he chooses to let go.

It feels like a first step forward, after all their steps back. She's so, so proud to be part of it.

#fic bits #adelinde deserves a pay raise #kaeya is a bundle of knives behind a smile

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writing-in-glitter-pen · 2 years ago

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What the Genshin Boys Plan for Date Night

Hello my dears! I hope you’re gussied up and ready to go! Our favorite boys are treating you tonight! Whatever do they have planned? Only one way to find out…

Diluc, Itto, Childe, Kaeya x fem!reader fluff!

Diluc is a gentleman through and through. Crepus and Adelinde did well to teach him to be a proper young man, and within those lessons, how to treat a lady. Now you’re his lady. So trust that on your date nights, as well as in every aspect of your life, you will be well taken care of. Diluc plans intimate romantic dates—a table for two set up with a fine white table cloth in a private location with no one else around. This place ranges from the porch outside of the Dawn Winery on a beautiful warm night, staff sent away so that the two of you could be alone, to a room he rented in the Goth Grand Hotel—a seat by the window as the nation night life bustles below you, to a vast and beautiful dinner set up at the top of Cape Oath, the ocean breeze blowing gently through your hair. Diluc goes to great lengths to give you the most romantic experiences while preserving his need for privacy in matters of affection. This way, when the two of you are alone and the mood has been properly set, he feels safe enough to kiss the knuckles of the hand he takes from you, to move your hair over your shoulder so he can kiss the back of your neck as he refills your wine glass, to hold you in ways he saves for behind the closed and locked door of your bedroom and his office if you’re lucky. On these nights, Diluc secures the belief within you that he always desires you—that he craves you every moment of every day, but saves his affections for when they can be entirely yours.

Itto thinks you following him as he scours a field for onikabuto is a date. Sure, he kisses you—a long sloppy makeout session—but that’s not a date!!! He definitely needs a little help in this sector of romance. Let’s be honest…he needs help in a lot of the sectors. But you love him! And Archons, you’re his whole world. So you’re patient as he figures it out. Once you set your expectations with him, he tries his best to get it right. You tell him a date takes planning, that it’s supposed to be an activity you both participate in, that is should be romantic (No, Itto. I’m sorry but nothing about onikabutos is romantic.), and most of all…you just want to feel special. You want to feel like you’re appreciated and loved by him. Woah, now. Why didn’t you say that earlier! Of course he wants to make you feel like that! So he gets to work. Of course, he starts by consulting his gang. The various members shout ideas at him, the best of which being “Find a rock somewhere and kiss on top of it!”, “Take her to the abandoned well outside of Konda villiage! And kiss there!”, “Oh! Oh! Use your coupon to buy her ramen at that one stand! Then kiss her!”. After like…45 minutes of this, Shinobu steps in—phoning in Granny Oni to screw Itto’s head on straight. He pays his dear ol’ granny a visit, and she has a long talk with him about the intricacies of romantic gestures and making your partner feel special. With this in mind, Itto actually comes up with a really good idea for you two. Archons know he doesn’t have the money to do something really fancy for you—but you’ve never been one to obsess over material goods or the finer things in life. You chose Itto because you appreciate the unique opportunities that reveal themselves once the focus is taken off of money and placed solely on living—a sense of freedom he instilled in you as you grew closer. So instead of showering you with gifts or scrounging up enough money to take you to a nice restaurant, he blindfolds you and carries you piggy-back style all the way to a lookout point in Arumi—a stone arch framing a cute picnic blanket Granny Oni lent him. The sun sets as he cooks you up some yakisoba—the Itto way. He puts several extra helpings of love into the dish, making sure you’ll be able to taste it. And if you can’t, he’ll make sure you still feel it with all of the cheek kisses and emphatic cuddles he showers you with while you eat. Once night falls, you think your date has come to and end. Oh you sweet summer child. Of course it hasn’t! Itto lays you down on the blanket, telling you to “Just relax! Look at those stars! Shiny, huh?”, while he very conspicuously shuffles off behind you. He continues to vamp, pretending to stargaze with you while he is very much out of your sight, running around behind you and trying to be quiet as he so obviously is putting something together. When he’s done, he lays back down next to you—he’s totally been there the whole time—and lets out a long, dramatic yawn. “Oh man! I’m beat! If only we didn’t have to walk all the way back to Inazuma City OH WAIT!” He sits up and frantically gestures to the tent he set up for you both! Decorated with twinkling lights and stuffed to the brim with blankets and pillows. Where did he even get those?! Although you heard him the whole time, you’re still wonderfully surprised! You can tell he put a lot of effort into preparing this night for you. As you two snuggle under all the cozy blankets, supported by the fluffy pillows, the ocean’s tide serenading you both with its lullaby, you thank him with sweet kisses—a “thank you, Itto.”, “Today was perfect!”, “you’re the best!, “My one and oni~”, punctuating each one. He’s in heaven. If a date like this gets him this much praise and affection, he’ll be sure to do it more often! Oh, and to make you happy of course. First and foremost…but he really doesn’t mind the kissing part…and whatever follows it in the safe heaven he constructed for you both under the stars ♡ he is one lucky Oni!

Childe, unlike Itto, has more mora than he knows what to do with. He already sends multitudes of it back home, and he really doesn’t need much himself. The only thing he splurges on are his lavish dinners at Liuli Pavillion and other high-class restaurants. And guess what? When the bill comes, he doesn’t bat an eye at the total. For real…he thinks food normally costs close to 500,000 mora. Sure, once you’re his, Childe can shower you with anything you want. You need new coat? Ok, only the best and most expensive one in the city for you dear~. New shoes? He’ll commission a cobbler to originally design them and fit them to the shape of your foot. You need to relax? How about a spa day? Complete with every hair, skin, nail and muscle treatment known to man. To his great dismay, you reject his offers to spoil you with a quaint shake of your head and a pout on your lips. “Childe! If I let you spoil me every moment of every day, your gifts won’t be special anymore!”. Now you just sound ridiculous. This is absolutely unheard of. You’re being unreasonable. Just let him buy you something. Just one thing? Can he get you to agree to that? Yes? Ok! One personal island off the coast of Liyue coming right up! You had to physically restrain him from dashing out the front door to get you your own island the second you agreed to his dubious deal. Now he’s really got his gift-giving privileges revoked. You won’t even let him splurge on a date for you! He didn’t know his little trick would get his DATE privileges taken away too. Now what is the hopelessly head-over-heels Harbinger with the gift-giving love language supposed to do now? Well, he needs to outside of the box…

When you come home that afternoon, you find a note waiting for you on the kitchen counter. “Childe…” you grumble. You two agreed luxurious dates were only for special occasions. And here he is leaving you a note to dress up and meet him at the Golden House. Well you can’t just stand him up—but he better be ready for a thorough tongue lashing once you reach him. Little do you know…he’s ready for a real lashing. As you enter, eyebrows furrowed, your angry face scrunched up in that adorable way he often intentionally provokes just to fawn over again, you are not met with the spoils you were reluctantly prepared to receive. Instead, you find your lover with his hydro blades drawn, kicking a sword in your direction. He explains that he simply won’t let anything stand in the way of him showing his lover affection in the way he desires—if you are unable to defeat him in battle, his prize will be to shower you with absolutely anything he wants to! “Childe…this is insane.” “Not letting me buy you whatever you want is insane! I’m your boyfriend! It’s my right!” “…then I guess you better fight to keep your right.” you say and lunge at him. But he’s not caught off guard. He literally trained for this. He put hours of effort into training just so he could win and you’d have to let him spoil you. Harbingers, man. Or maybe that’s just Childe’s special own kind of crazy. Yeah, it’s just Childe. Needless to say, victory is his—but not unearned. You put up a really good fight, your battle carrying into the early night time. The first few stars begin to twinkle as he finally has you pinned under him, too tired to struggle any more. You pout as he coos at you—rubbing his victory in your face while pinching your pink cheeks. “Aw poor baby. I guess now you have no choice but to accept my gifts. How unfortunate~ Tragic, even~” “Fine. You can spoil me tonight.” “ALRIGHT!” “Just tonight.” “Wait, what?”. He really should’ve been more clear on the agreement. But that is that! He has a few hours of the rest of the night to get you whatever you want! Dinner, a trip to the bookstore, he insists on buying you a pretty dress, do you need a new purse? Doesn’t matter, he’s getting one for you anyway. After the night ends with a shower and a change into your new pajamas, you join Childe in bed—him happily holding you close, a proud big spoon, relishing in his achievement of adorning you with the finer things in life. “So what do you say, girlie? Same time next week?”. You turn and nuzzle into his chest with a huff, throwing your arms around his shoulders, “You’re on. But don’t expect victory to come easy next time. I’ll be training too!” “Is that so? Then maybe we can train together~”. This began your weekly dates at the Golden House, battling over whether or not Childe could spend mora on you that night. Quite the…unconventional date…but ultimately perfect for you two lovebirds ♡

Kaeya definitely loves spoiling you like Childe, but he knows when too much is too much. He likes keeping gifts and dates special like you do. Trinkets and moments held dear in your heart, warming his own to hear you reminisce or use the sweet items he bestowed upon you. Though he’s definitely the type to have a few neatly-wrapped boxes of chocolate stored away in a secret drawer of his desk, specifically to give you on days you’re feeling down in order to cheer you up! When it comes to your dates, he doesn’t just take you to Angel’s Share to drink the night away like every other night. Kaeya is sentimental and exceptionally romantic. A few days before your date night, he scouts out only the prettiest areas in Mondstadt to take you. This man really does his research. If there’s a new, quaint restaurant that’s just opened in the harbor, he’s already made a reservation for you two this weekend. If there’s not a special new place to go, he’ll find a natural one. On the various detours he took while on patrol in order to find somewhere to take you, he’s come upon arguably the most magical places in all of Mondstadt. Ones that no one else knows about! A secret grove in the hollow part of Starsnatch Mountain, obscured by vines. A hot spring in the caverns of Dragonspine, reachable through a safe outcropping southeast of Daldupa Gorge. A meadow of pink flowers that bloom only one week a year in the part of Stormbearer Mountains that no one bothers to venture. He finds them all for you. So every date you have with him is not only new, but one you’ll remember for the rest of your life. Something unique you’ll only have experienced with him. Something that is yours and his alone ♡

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lilyandthegenshinbrainrot · 3 months ago

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Leyline Bard Chapter 7 Notes

aka a ramble that I couldn't in good faith put at the end of my chapter 😭

"The Knights standing guard at the entrance of the building that Gunnhildr brought them to had straightened their posture at the sight of her, bringing up a fist to their hearts. She tilted her chin in acknowledgement, and brought up a hand in a short wave. Dismissive, but not unkind. In fact, she seemed like a fairytale character, tall and noble in her movements..."

> She's the people's princess !! Everyone respects the hell out of her !!

"He smirks at their displeasure, the star in his eye twinkling. Amused. This was funny to him. They sneer at the expression.

Let the enemy reveal its own weakness, if they will but Cecil will not be exposing any more of themselves."

> Cecil is thinking about how Kaeya is reminding them of those in the court of the Tyrant, however the specific link on the Khaenri'ahn eye and usage of "enemy" is a fun one !! What would you know of such things Bard...

"There was something corrupted in the roots, and it caused all those people to be stuck in their final moments."

> While an obvious recounting of Imperatrix Umbrosa II, this is also a call to the first chapter while Barbatos notes these things as something happening !! This is a note of just recapping that Mondstadt is more in the loop of things than the Traveler may suspect

"The mage- Lisa, exchanges a glance with Venti and giggles. She leans forward, as though sharing a secret. Her expression is mischievous and her voice takes on a conspiratorial tone. / Her eyes are bright with curiosity and Cecil feels the eagerness. The call for adventure and the lure of something unknowable is tempting."

> This is a reference to both the fact that Lisa was scouted by Alice to join the Hexenzirkel and her vision story !! How a woman wanted to understand certain things so badly, that the heavens caved to her wonder. Interesting for Bard to be having the same desires !!

"Cecil glances at the Captain’s eyepatch. Then, at the way the Maiden favors her left leg."

> Besides being a note of possible weaknesses that Cecil CAN and WILL exploit, the note about Lisa's leg is a reference to the way that in her attack patterns, she is left-legged. This means that is her dominant leg in which she revolves her movement around. Cecil is targeting places that would incapacitate the Knights.

"But… something about this seems like there’s more that they don’t know.

The Captain’s expression is especially dark."

> This is a reference to the experiments that the Fatui did on Mondstadtian children and how it led to the death of Crepus Ragnvindr + Kaeya being disowned. The Knights are furious at the fact that the Fatui returned to THEIR LANDS to commit such egregious acts.

CONCEPTS

> I am begging yall to notice the many times that Cecil compares the Gunnhildr that they know to Jean. it's very sweet to me that she would be like her forebear 🙏🙏🙏

> Cecil starts using the given names of people once they learn them,,, except for Jean. How they go back to titles when Kaeya and Lisa become threats again... And Jean calls them all by their given names, except for Lumine.

There is power in names, and Cecil does not respect any of these freaks except for Venti and Gunnhildr, which is why they get their consideration and everyone else is just getting called what Cecil knows them by. Once they understand names and titles, please expect them to start calling people by their titles externally while I write their given names to keep everyone aware of who is who.

> The fight with Paimon is layered, enough for its own post, which you can read in the post linked below:

In short, she has been very inhospitable and TERRIBLY impolite this entire time and that is an INSANE concept to Cecil. The only reason it did not happen immediately is bc Lumine scares them, but Cecil is not the kind of person to be influenced by fear for long so.

> Jean's burst ! Her burst is described as smth along the lines of her wish being related to her magnanimity which is. generosity or forgiveness towards a rival or less powerful person.

Jean forcibly settles the argument by enforcing such a gentle vibe that it literally caused Cecil to stop being so pissed and get confused as to why they are no longer pissed

very importantly, her sword is not drawn when she does this. It is a non-threatening stance, and that is bc she speaks Old Mondstadtian. She knows exactly what Cecil was saying and why they were so angry, unlike Lisa, Kaeya, and Lumine who were ready to resort to violence. Isn't Jean just the best 🥰🥰??

#lily's rambles #leyline bard au #nameless bard #venti #half baked fic tag #genshin impact world building #mondstadt #character analysis

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fatuismooches · 2 years ago

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I'm coping so hard with the fact I'll probably have to wait ~2 years to see Pantalone bc he literally has no reason to leave Snezhnaya🙂💧

At the very least I hope to see Sandrone in Fontaine please, please, please

I heard theory that Arlie will betray the Tsaritsa (bc Childe said he'd do that and Scara called her "wolf in the sheep's clothing", plus in trailer she's surrounded by harbingers figures, but not a part of them). Maaaybe GI will finally add more morally gray characters in character rooster and Arlie will follow us (and become playable as a result) only bc of her own benefit (kinda like Yae Miko). One thing I want is - please, don't change her appearance, especially her clothes, she's perfect the way she is. Don't add her skirt or shorts with kneesocks, leave her her cool tuxedo😔

Another theory I heard is that her arms are black not bc she's wearing gloves, but it's a damage from using delusion. Which... Gives me a small angsty idea. As we saw in Inazuma archon quest, delusion drains vitality out of their user, as for Crepus - he was in such great pain from using it that Diluc had to kill him. So, imagine Reader being concerned for Arlie bc she's in pain after using her delusion, but she brushes it off, after all she's a high-ranked harbinger, maybe she'll even try to hide her pain from Reader as much as possible to not seem weak in their eyes

-can I be 🥀 anon if it's not taken yet?

LITERALLY SAMEEEEE 🥀 ANON IT'S LITERALLY NOT FAIR AT ALLL 😭 Pantalone really is chilling in Snezhnaya, controlling the economy and money flow ig 😭🚶‍♀️ I also can't think of a reason why he would leave, other than perhaps a Liyue mission, because Yelan does say he has his eye on Liyue. I do have a lot of faith that Sandrone will appear in Fontaine, so I'm very excited for her at least!

Yup yup I've heard that theory too! I think it's super cool, and I can really see it happening. But it also makes me wonder how she'll survive if she betrays the Fatui. The Fatui probably doesn't take traitors lightly so she might have a lot of people after her if she does betray them. Girl's gonna be on the run I guess. And now who's gonna run the orphanage? The Fatui are losing their top members hella quickly, makes me wonder how the fight against Celestia is gonna play out. And i completely agree, she needs to keep her tuxedo!! But if she does betray the Fatui, it'll probably end up getting changed a bit, just to cut off association with them.

I've been wondering for a while why her arms are black even though she's not wearing gloves, and that's actually a really interesting theory. I can see her as a person willing to do anything for her goals... even if that means she gets injured herself (though she's always ready to use someone else to take the fall for her.)

You did not need to be a fighter to know the dangers of using a Delusion. It could grant you unspeakable power, but also have drawbacks better left to the imagination. Sure, the Harbingers were capable of controlling it. But sometimes things don't always go as planned.

She was strong, extremely strong, you believed that more than anyone. But you couldn't help but worry, especially when she nearly burst into your shared room, making you jump from the unexpectedly loud entrance. It seemed that she didn't expect you to be here right now, not at this time. You were usually elsewhere in the mansion. And she was usually not home at this time. And you immediately knew why.

"You're hurt," you quickly stood up. Something almost unnoticeable flickered in her eyes as she rebutted your statement.

"It is nothing. I am fine," she replied calmly, brushing off your words. You furrowed your eyebrows at her dismissal.

"Arlie, please consider taking a break from that... thing. It simply isn't good for-"

"[Name]. You know what my mission is. What I have to fulfill." Her voice came off sterner than she intended it to be and she realized as she noticed your quietness.

"There is no bleeding," she stated, returning to a softer tone. "I truly am fine. You need not worry. I just came to pick something up for business." You didn't want to sigh in front of her. Though her face had no trace of pain, you knew she was lying. She was hiding it from you.

You knew better than to push the subject. So right now, the only thing you could do was let it go, as you walked up to your lover and slowly wrapped your hands around her from behind. Arlecchino was still stiff from the tension in the conversation.

"Just... be careful out there." Arlecchino didn't respond, but she brought her hands up to cup your arms. Nothing else was to be said as the two of you stood there, relishing each other's company.

But your heart still hurt when you saw the medical supplies and pills you left for her were used.

#smooches talks #🥀 anon #arlecchino love notes <3 #man yall are quick with the arlecchino angst 😭#but big brain 🥀 anon omg hurting my heart in the good way

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kaeyacollection · 24 days ago

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I just read the tags on the post you reblogged just now and— LMAO.

First: what the heck Crepus. Do you imagine if Kaeya's dad had actually just went for some juice and had an inconvenience— only to come back and his son is in someone else's home.

"Excuse me, I came for my son, Kaeya."

"Kaeya? Never heard of him. Are you sure you're at the right place?"

"I can see him shaking his hand from behind your back."

Second: Poor Jean and Kaeya, holding the government with their lives (through overworking) only to have their childhood friend (or brother, in Kaeya's case) insult the government and wanting her to quit.

Poor Kaeya who gets called lazy for working in something else other than office work or taking a break.

And they also have to deal with a vigilant and a murder nun. I mean, they have to deal with a guy, who can and will murder, running around with a low effort-low effect disguise. And that vigilant is the childhood friend they very much not want in jail. Then there's Rosaria I guess, but you don't hear people putting her nicknames, do you?

How many times do you think they have to slam their heads against a table trying to come up with excuses?

"A murder scene? Nah, this looks like a suicide"

"Captain, the victim is missing both arms."

"I'm sorry, I can't believe this happened. I swear us, the knights, are going to do anything in their power to find your missing fellow colleague."

Fatui guy: ...

I mean, how much paperwork must they cause (or cause to burn)? (Let's be honest, mostly Diluc. Guy has no chill. Rosaria at least I expect to be able to leave zero traces of a crime at all.)

And then they come across their childhood friend—

"Knights of Favonius, always so inefficient"

Jean must die a little inside every time they have to basically commit corruption by covering up a crime only to keep her friend out of jail and because they really don't have the man power to spare.

Kaeya is either losing ten years every time he hears any of the sort or getting ten steps closer to illumination by the sole amount of willpower he uses to not explode a blood vessel.

Varka, come back and bring them good news, horses and paid vacations, please. The stress is killing them or making them stronger.

Diluc uses the winery as a murder hotel and has Adelinde clean up the crime scene if that helps at all sjdjdjdjfjf

That's why the staff thinks she's a cannibal lmaoo people come in but don't leave all while Adelinde talks about how good the plants will grow when a guest vanishes asjsjdjdjd (I think they might have also mentioned concerning noises too but I'd have to go back and check)

I mean at least she's having fun with it sndjdjd also Crepus where the fuck did you find her and why was she so on board sndjdj like did Diluc even bring it up to her or did she catch his not at all subtle ass doing a murder and walked off to grab a shovel zero questions asked?

I wonder though if those two maids don't know about him being the Dark Knight Hero at all or if the staff just think his vigilante justice is like

Rescuing cats from trees and not murder spree pt. 2 sjdjdjdj

I mean he DID kill someone in the WINE CELLAR during a PARTY so like dndjfjfjfjf either he was sure as hell the guests were stocked up on wine or like part of the hiring process just has a hypothetical question about how ride or die they're willing to be sndndjd "Now you may have to cover for me, and the knights WILL be coming to ask questions, but we do have dental 🤷"

This is why Kaeya sent the Traveler to complete his commission and not the two whose maybe second thought is "can we kill this guy? I'm gonna kill this guy."

Actually that's unfair, Traveler's first thought is also "hey can we kill this dude? I'm already attempting to kill this dude"

Like I truly wonder if Diluc actually investigates or if he relies solely on his informants because my god the man certainly takes action first

I know he TRIES, I truly know he DOES understand information gathering is important. But like he also flat out kills the Hydro Mage Kaeya was getting information from (while calling him inefficient all while huffing out of breath lmaooo) and he absolutely charged at that poor man experiencing the worst day

So maybe- OH FUCK

HE FORGOES INFORMATION FOR DIRECT ACTION WHEN LOVED ONES ARE INVOLVED CAUSE HE DOESN'T WANT TO RISK LOSING THEM LIKE HIS DAD

LMAOOOO WELP that's one potential take at least sjdjdjd would make sense why he went so hard at a Hydro Mage when his brother is literally cryo djdjdjdjdjf

Which is great to pair with the thought that Kaeya avoids the winery BECAUSE guests keep disappearing and all invitations from the man who attacked him that night don't feel entirely safe

Jean being kept as in the dark as possible while Kaeya takes care of every report that just says "killer had red hair" (or "last known location Dawn Winery") and knows it's literally one of the two vigilantes in town sndjd like please wear a hat, not just a cloak, a cloak as it turns out, does nothing to cover up who you are when your hair is poking out

But yeah rip to Jean and Kaeya the duo where one oversees everything and the other works every job ajdjd dude does so much that citizens are just assigning him new roles like Diona calling him Guard Captian (which isn't too much of a stretch from what he currently does)

Honestly think when Varka comes back there's gonna be a reform whether the Knights like it or not ajdndjd suddenly a lot more people are gonna be agreeing with Diluc about inefficiency when the Captians Kaeya's already bad mouthed return and do a worse job than the like 2 people (and Party Captian) running the whole of Mond

#Diluc having a whole cinematic cutscenes for one hydro mage #Kaeya: what the fuck is your problem. Anyways. 🙄#diluc #actually didnt he also have one for a single cryo mage in the city too? maybe this dude just hates mages in particular god damn #I! ADDED! THIS! TO! MY! DRAFTS! NOT! QUEUE! /FUCK/!#hello this is my second apology for a second anon this week (please dont be the same person if it is this isn't targeted I SWEAR ajskskddk)#you two can come redeem a queue theme at any time - I'm gonna sink into the ocean for a bit 🥰

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bumbleklee · 2 years ago

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something happens and im head over heels (diluc x reader)

hi hello hi! havent posted in a while so please be gentle with me (i am fragile). feel free to leave a comment, would love to chat with you guys about this little piece

pairing: diluc x gn!reader

characters: diluc, baby!klee, reader, unnamed neighbor

synopsis: diluc is stuck babysitting his neighbor’s baby–the only problem? he isn’t really the babysitting type. good thing you are!

key tags: minor cursing, babyfic, first kiss, clueless diluc, modern!au (technically college era but no mention of college), lowkey punk!diluc

word count: 4109

“I tried calling Jean but she isn’t around and then I phoned Eula but I think I sent her into overdrive at just the thought of babysitting.” You hear Diluc shushing the baby in between words. “What if I just drop her off at the fire station and her mom can pick her up after her shift?”

“Okay–don’t do that.” You shake your head in bewilderment, imagining the absolute shit-show that would be. “You just need to calm down. She’s probably freaking out because you’re freaking out.”

There’s shuffling in the background and Diluc curses when he knocks something over. “She gave me a bag, right?” He continues, his voice laced with pure disconcertment, “And I don’t even know what half of this stuff is. There’s like a bunch of plastic thingies and a bag of powder that kind of looks like meth–”

“Not meth.” You interrupt him. “I mean, probably not meth.”

“That’s not the point,” Diluc emphasizes, “The point is that I’m a fucking loss and really need your help.”

(full story underneath cut)

Diluc Ragnvindr doesn’t know much about his neighbor. He knows that she’s young, probably in her late 20s or early 30s, and that she’s a single mom to a little baby girl (who has a tendency to wake up in the middle of the night and cry so loudly that it nearly wakes up everybody in their apartment building). He also knows that she works at the local hospital–specifically in the emergency room–and that her mom usually comes around every evening to watch the baby. But other than a simple wave to each other when they simultaneously take the trash out, Diluc doesn’t really know her.

So when she shows up on his doorstep at eight thirty at night with a bundle of pink blankets in her arms and a panicked look across her face, Diluc was, to say the least, surprised.

“Um, you’re Diluc, right?” She stammers nervously, bouncing the baby in her arms. “Crepus’ son?”

Diluc blinks once. Then twice. “Yeah,” He says, “That’s me.”

The woman stares at Diluc for a moment, like she was contemplating everything in her life that had led up to this point, before heaving a desolate sigh. “Is your dad home by any chance?” Her tone suggests she already knows the answers and Diluc catches her anxious eyes darting from him to the vague view of his living room.

“He’s away this weekend. Sorry.”

“Dammit.” His neighbor thinks for a while longer, clicking her tongue against the inside of her mouth a few times before asking, “Have you ever babysat before?”

Diluc holds back a laugh. Babysit? Him? This must have been a life-or-death situation if his sweet neighbor was asking him to watch her daughter. Because, sure, they didn’t know each other but Diluc doesn’t doubt for a moment that she has some assumptions based on his appearance alone.

“Err…isn’t there anyone else you can ask?” Diluc asks awkwardly, his eyes drifting down the apartment hallway as if someone much more suitable for the role is going to pop out.

“Believe me, you’re the last person I would have thought about asking.” His neighbor says nonchalantly and Diluc tries not to take offense. “But there was a bad accident on Route 46 and I was called in to the hospital. My mom is out of town too, otherwise I would have asked her. And–” She gestures to the closed doors lining the long hallway, “–I don’t even think anyone lives in those apartments. At least I know your place is habitable.” She pauses again and her eyes shift down, gazing sadly at the quiet baby in her arms. "It's so hard being a single parent...I barely have any help and just..."

Her voice wavers more and more with each word and it looks like she’s about to start crying. But before she could crack, Diluc huffs quietly and crosses his arms across his chest.

“Okay, okay,” He says exasperatedly. “I’ll watch her. Go save lives. Or whatever.”

His neighbor’s face lights up at his agreement and before Diluc can fully comprehend what's happening, the baby is being shoved in his arms and a black bag full of many things is dropped at his feet. She whirls around, straightening her scrubs, and looks over her shoulder one last time.

“Call the front desk if you need anything!” She calls, blowing a kiss to her daughter.

“Wait!” Diluc yells, a sudden wave of dread washing over him. “Does she need to eat? How do you change a diaper? Does she have a name?”

Ignoring his more-important questions, his neighbor yells back, “Her name is Klee! Thanks again!”

Diluc watches as his neighbor races towards the elevator at the end of the hall, presses a button, and disappears from view. He stares at the empty hallway for a second before the baby in his arms makes a noise–reminding him that, oh yeah, he’s in charge of a baby now.

He turns to look at the baby, his arms tightening around his tiny frame, and mumbles to no one in particular. “What did I get myself into?”

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Your phone rings four times before you manage to grab it. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” You say to the ringtone before grabbing your cell phone off your bedside table and swiping across the screen without bothering to look at who was calling you. “Hello?”

“Hey. I need your help.”

“Diluc?” You zone in on his voice and immediately pick out exhaustion, agitation, and even a little fear. And the more you listen, the more you notice…a crying baby? “I swear to God, Ragnvindr, if you kidnapped a baby and want me to be your getaway–”

“I didn’t kidnap anything!” Diluc abruptly snaps. “Shit, shit, it’s okay, Klee…” You rub your forehead in confusion as Diluc explains that he’s babysitting for his neighbor. “Fuck–everything was fine for, like, twenty minutes and then she started crying and she hasn’t stopped since! I don’t know what to do!”

You hold back a giggle. Of course notorious ‘bad boy’ Diluc Ragnvindr doesn't know what to do with a crying baby. You aren’t surprised–in fact, you’d be more surprised if he did know what to do.

“Not meth.” You interrupt him. “I mean, probably not meth.”

“That’s not the point,” Diluc emphasizes, “The point is that I’m a fucking loss and really need your help.”

��･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　

When you finally get to Diluc’s apartment, his front door is unlocked so you let yourself inside. You assume your friend has his hands full with the baby anyways.

“Luc?” You ask, wandering into the disaster-zone Diluc calls his living room. Dish rags and bathroom towels are thrown everywhere, there were random baby items all over the floor, and the yellow powder that Diluc thought was meth was spilled on a couch cushion (and upon closer investigation, you realize it’s just baby formula). You snake down the apartment halls until you spot Diluc in the kitchen.

He already looks so spent. His hair is loose from its usual ponytail, locks frizzy and tangled, and his eyes are tired and pleading. He leans against the fridge, bouncing a wailing baby in his arms robotically.

“Hey.” You greet with a teasing smirk. “Nice baby. Where’d you get it?”

“Shut up.” Diluc murmurs, a frown etched deep into his face. Your smirk morphs into a sympathetic smile and you hold your arms expectedly. Diluc doesn’t hesitate to transfer Klee into your embrace and while her cries don't cease entirely, they quiet to a whiny whimper as she tries to process who you are.

“What’s the matter?” You coo sweetly, rubbing Klee’s back with a gentle hand. “Is Diluc being mean and scary?”

“Hey!”

“I'm just kidding.” You laugh briefly and turn your attention back to the baby in your arms, looking for any physical signs of distress–not that you thought Diluc would have ignored them, but he was so frazzled that maybe he missed something. When you adjust Klee against your hip, her face scrunches up in discomfort and she pushes against your chest. You hum in recognition and move her onesie aside to see if there’s a blue stripe on her diaper. And sure enough, there is. “She just needs her diaper changed.”

Diluc pales visibly. “How do I do that?” He fumbles with the hem of his Pearl Jam t-shirt. “Are there instructions on the diaper or something?”

You laugh again and roll your eyes playfully, “I’ll show you.”

Diluc takes Klee from you so you can rummage through the black bag on the floor and pull out a package of wipes and a clean diaper. Diluc watches you in amazement and wonders how someone could be so calm and collected about something that made him want to crawl up the wall. You grab a nearby towel–the cleanest one, to be honest–and lay it on the ground before taking Klee back from Diluc and setting her down on top of it. Your quick fingers unsnap the metal buttons on her onesie and discard the dirty diaper, cleaning Klee up and sliding a fresh diaper underneath her wiggling body.

“See?” You beam, pressing down the sticky sides of the diaper. “Super easy!”

“For you,” Diluc mumbles. He sits on the edge of the couch and watches you interact with Klee like you’ve known her forever. You tap her belly occasionally, enticing a giggle, and the baby kicks her legs excitedly. She was attentive, reaching out towards you and babbling incoherent sentences loudly. She was loud, and a little annoying, but if Diluc was being honest, he was just glad that she wasn’t crying anymore. “When’d you become a baby whisperer?”

You clean up and drag Klee into your lap, letting her play with your sweatshirt strings. “My mom used to watch my cousins,” You explain, “And I guess I picked up on a thing or two.”

Diluc hums in response. Watching you play with Klee made him feel warm. Not a bad warm, but a good warm that filled his stomach with butterflies and made his chest feel weightless. Part of him was totally impressed by you and your ability to swoon over everyone and anyone–including little babies like Klee–unlike himself, who became a quivering mess during the unknown. You kept your cool no matter what. You owned every situation life threw at you so yeah, Diluc was totally impressed.

But even more than that, Diluc is glad that you gave him the time of day. You could have brushed him off, could have told him to figure it out, but you went out of your way to drive across town and hold a baby–a stranger’s baby, even–just because he asked.

“You know…” You voice grabs Diluc’s attention again and he gazes down at the floor where you’re sitting. “I was supposed to go out with Itto Arataki tonight. But I canceled our date to come here.”

Diluc holds back the urge to roll his eyes. “Yeah?” He says instead.

He knows Itto Arataki back from high school–though they were never particularly friends. He was captain of the football team and had a 2.3 GPA and drove the most obnoxious and ugly muscle car in town. Diluc didn’t care for him then, doesn’t care for him now, and the more he thinks about your potential date with him, the more a feeling of irritation grows in the pit of his stomach.

“Yeah,” You say casually. You face Diluc and silently mimic packing and rolling a joint in the air. “He was going to give me a free eighth.”

Diluc stifles a laugh, “What a steal.” He doesn’t particularly care to hear about how you were going to smoke with Itto (because–you could smoke with him instead). “You could have gone if you wanted to.”

You shrug, “And miss out on hanging with my best friend, Klee?” You tickle her feet and blow on the top of her head before looking at Diluc again. “This is ten times more fun than hanging out with Itto Arataki, anyways.”

Diluc raises an eyebrow, “You’re kidding.”

You shake your head adamantly. “Nope. I’d much rather spend time with you than the idiot who only graduated because his daddy threatened to press legal action against every single teacher at that school.” For a moment, Diluc wonders if you even know what you’re saying, wonders if you realize that you just prioritized Diluc Ragnvindr–the same Diluc Ragnvindr who pierced his own ears at fourteen and sells his extra Adderall to college freshman–over Itto Arataki–the hero of your hometown. He’s about to ask if you have your head screwed on right but before he could open his mouth, Klee starts fussing again.

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As the night progresses, you and Diluc come to four conclusions about one another:

Diluc is absolutely terrible with children.

You are absolutely amazing with children.

Diluc can’t stop imagining you with a different baby, maybe one with fiery red hair that kind of resembles you, and keeps shaking his head violently to disperse the invasive thought.

And you think Diluc is acting really weird because he won’t stop shaking his head. You just hope he doesn’t have lice or something. Ew.

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“She cries a lot.” Diluc comments when Klee curls her head into the crook of your neck, angry whines leaving her mouth. You frown slightly, swaying back and forth. “Do you think she’s hungry?”

“Maybe,” You shrug, moving over to the black bag and sorting through it with one hand. “Does she just take a bottle? Or does she eat solids? Do you even know how old she is?” Diluc blinks at you, not having an answer to any of your questions. “Right. Okay. One night off her routine won’t hurt.”

You carry the bag of formula–at least whatever was left in the bag–and an empty carafe to the kitchen and somehow manage to put together a bottle for Klee with one hand, all while Diluc stands back and watches. He wants to help, really, but feels like he’ll just be in the way more than anything. Klee cries more until you push the rubber tip into her mouth, but she only bothers to drink half of the bottle before she lets it slip from her mouth and pushes it away with her little hands.

Sighing, you pass Diluc the half-empty bottle. You bounce Klee in your arms for a few minutes, pat her on the back, and try to make her laugh, but to no avail–she won’t stop crying. “Maybe…she’ll calm down with some music?”

“How would I know?”

“I don’t know! Just put something on.”

Diluc grumbles something and heads into the living room, connecting his phone to the speaker. He scrolls through his Spotify playlists and clicks on a random one and hits shuffle. Heavy rock music fills the apartment and the opening chords to Enter Sandman start. You’re about to yell at Diluc for putting on such rowdy music for a baby but Klee only hiccups and turns towards the living room, her eyes wide and curious.

“No way.” You laugh breathlessly, carrying Klee to the living room. Diluc’s eyes glimmer with elation and he jumps up, grabbing Klee’s tiny hands in his big ones and singing the words to her, finally eliciting a smile from the baby.

Enter Sandman fades into Shout It Out Loud. “Well, the night’s begun and you want some fun.” Diluc taps Klee’s nose. “Did you think you’re gonna find it?” He taps her cheeks. “You gotta treat yourself like number one.” He taps her forehead. And next thing you know, Diluc has Klee in his arms and is bouncing around the living room, whirling her around in circles and dipping her up and down. “Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud!”

It was your turn to sit back and watch–as warmth spread throughout your chest.

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After an hour of dancing around the living room, Klee yawns.

It’s then that Diluc realizes his apartment isn’t really set-up for a baby. Fortunately, Klee isn’t walking yet but she is crawling, which means you and Diluc are constantly pulling chargers or wires out of her mouth. It also means that Diluc doesn’t have a crib, or anything remotely close to a crib. Maybe you could just hold her all night. Or maybe Diluc could put a blanket down in the kitchen sink and lay Klee in there or maybe…

“How many pillows do you have?”

Diluc cocks his head to the side. “What?”

“I said,” You repeat, drawing out the vowels, “How many pillows do you have? On second thought, just grab all of them and meet me in your room.”

Diluc cocks his head again, to the other side this time, and watches as you saunter down the hallway and kick open the door to his bedroom, carrying Klee inside. If it was any other night, Diluc might even throw a fit about you barging into his sacred space–but he was too exhausted to put up a fight tonight. Instead, he gathers all of the pillows from the living room, hall closet, and bedrooms.

By the time Diluc gets to you, you’re already busy doing whatever you had planned. You fluff the pillows on Diluc’s bed and lay them on either side of Klee, making sure they’re tight and secure. You take the other pillows from Diluc and finish up your makeshift barricade around the baby.

“There!” You beam proudly. “She won’t be able to roll over with all the pillows.”

Shit. You were really good at this. And here Diluc was, ready to put her in the sink.

Diluc stands stiffly in the middle of his bedroom as you run around like a headless chicken. You shut the blinds so the moonlight won’t seep through the window and turn off the floor lamp in the corner. The bedroom is veiled in darkness until you turn on a nightlight (which, in all fairness, Diluc totally forgot he owned) and a warm glow embraces the space.

Klee is fighting sleep. She wants to sleep, desperately, but her body doesn’t, and she whines uncomfortably. You sit on the edge of the bed and pat the empty spot next to you, urging Diluc to fill it. “What’s wrong?” Diluc asks–the question directed at Klee and you.

You smile softly, “She just needs some help falling asleep.”

“Um…” Diluc says, his awkwardness coming back. “Like a blanket or something?”

Without much thought, you say, “Why don’t you sing to her again?”

This catches Diluc off guard. Sure, he took choir in high school and never turned down a drunken karaoke session but singing underneath a loud metal song was very different from singing a lullaby in a silent bedroom. He didn’t want to traumatize the poor child.

“Come on,” You plead sweetly. “She loved your voice so much before…I’m sure it would lull her right to sleep.” Diluc feels his face grow warm and he looks away, not sure how to handle the compliment. He’s extremely thankful for the darkness of the bedroom that conceals his cherry-red cheeks from you.

Diluc composes himself enough to look back at you. He’s about to protest again but his voice jams in his throat when he realizes how close he is to you. Your faces are only inches apart and all Diluc had to do was lean forward and–

Klee cries out again, this time louder, and Diluc clears his throat. “Yeah, um, fine,” He manages, “But you can’t tell anyone. Especially my brother.” You make a ‘zipped and locked’ motion and Diluc twists his body so he’s facing Klee. She kicks her legs angrily, her tiny fists hands curl into fists and before Diluc really knows what’s doing, his voice leaves his mouth delicately. “I wanted to be with you alone and talk about the weather…but traditions I can trace against the child in your face.”

You can’t hide the smile that grows across your face. Diluc hates Tears for Fears, thought they were sellouts who made music for teenage girls who wanted to be different, yet here he was–singing their most popular song to an innocent little baby.

“Something happens and I’m head over heels. I never find out ‘till I'm head over heels.”

You sit back and listen. Klee is quiet now, an occasional coo leaves her lips, and you’re positive that she’s going to fall asleep any minute. So Diluc keeps singing, perfecting the song word-for-word until there’s no more lyrics to say and a sleeping baby. And secretly you’re a little bummed out–you could listen to Diluc sing forever.

But, alas, the bedroom is filled with a gentle silence and you reach across the bed to make sure the pillows are still secure before standing up and stretching your arms. And when the realization finally hits Diluc that he had just sung a baby to sleep, he wants to jump up and fistbump the air as hard as he could. He wasn’t as bad with babies as he thought and this was living proof.

“I did that!” Diluc exclaims in a hushed-whisper. He grins at you, the kind of smile that reaches his eyes and wrinkles his nose. “I got that baby to fucking sleep all by myself! God, I feel like I can do anything right now–”

Diluc doesn’t get to finish his sentence. In fact, he doesn’t even get to finish his thought. Because, in a matter of mere seconds, you’re dipping down towards Diluc on the bed and holding his face oh-so gently and crashing your lips together. And as cliche as it sounds, Diluc swears time stops.

You pull away first, your eyes big and wide. “Oh my god,” You whispered. “Luc, I just–”

“Oh.” Diluc says in a breath of air. He sits back on his hands and stares at you. He feels like his entire body is on fire.

“I’m sorry,” You continue. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s fine,” Diluc nods. “Just…”

He reaches a slender finger up and runs it across his bottom lip. You keep staring at him with utter shock written across your face and Diluc partially wants to remind you that you’re the one that kissed him. But his mouth refuses to move, refuses to speak, so he sits there in silence.

“Did you hate it?

Diluc hesitates before shaking his head, “No.”

“Good,” You say quietly. “Good.”

Diluc feels the bed dip again and you sit next to him. Your knees knock against his and when he doesn’t pull away, you take that as an invitation to lean in again. Diluc’s hand cups your jaw and everything feels fuzzy. You kiss like a champion, as expected, and Diluc kisses like each one is his last. Your mouths fit together like puzzle pieces and it’s enough to course electricity through your veins.

When he needs air, Diluc pulls back enough to press his forehead against yours. “What are you doing?” He asks solemnly.

“Kissing you,” You say–like it’s the most obvious answer in the world.

Obviously it goes deeper than that. Because you kissed Ayato and you kissed Thoma and Childe and Itto Arataki and, well, not Diluc. Except you were. You were kissing Diluc in his dark bedroom while his neighbor’s baby slept on his bed surrounded by pillows. And it was fucking mental.

And confusing. And overwhelming. And Diluc doesn’t really know how to have a single coherent thought about it.

“Hey,” You urged, “What’s the matter?”

Diluc closes his eyes so he doesn't have to look at yours staring into his soul. “I don’t know,” He admits. “Everything and nothing.” And this was true. His mind feels like a jumbled mess of broken records and no matter how hard he tries to put them together, nothing would play. He eventually equates it to getting hooked on a book he thought he would hate, and how surprised he is that he’s really into the book, but it’s too late to put it down and really needs to see how it ends. “Kiss me again.”

You do.

“Again.”

You keep kissing Diluc experimentally, like you’re trying to work your way up towards something. You kiss him until your lips are swollen and your jaws hurt and then some.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” You finally tell him.

“Really?” Diluc asks and you nod.

In the darkness of his bedroom, Diluc smiles. Kissing you doesn't necessarily mean anything. But it doesn’t not mean anything, either. Though he hopes it evolves past the darkness. At least one day.

And, knowing you, Diluc has a good feeling that it would. And hopefully without a baby in the room.

a/n: no promises i won't delete this but for now--enjoy <3

#diluc x reader #genshin x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc #diluc genshin x reader #genshin self insert #genshin fanfic #diluc fanfic #klee #metalhead diluc #AND metalhead klee #my little heart #I totally reworked a steddie fic into this btw so if u ever stumbled across that #no u didnt #i forgot how to tag #genshin impact #diluc is kind of ooc in this.......sorry!#bye for now

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kaeyachi · 2 years ago

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A reinterpretation(?)/theory of what may have happened that led to the night Kaeya and Diluc fought:

or how i wanted it to be anyway

Spoilers for Kaeya and Diluc lore just in case you dont know about it yet.

What if Diluc wasn't mad about Kaeya being a spy for Khaenri'ah, and was instead mad about something else Kaeya also confessed to?

Kaeya is/was a spy for Khaenri'ah, but his skills for spywork did not go unoticed by the KoF, leading him to become a spy for them too.

I could imagine Kaeya doing undercover work for the Knights of Favonius regarding fatui activity, only for his intel to bring him back to the KoF, and even worse, to Crepus and the delusion he purchased.

The KoF will be harder to figure out, but he could ask Crepus about the delusion. He can't help but worry because he knows of the dangers based on his intel.

He confronts Crepus, and Crepus tells him to keep it a secret from Diluc.

That...is another father in his life telling him to keep quiet and hide things. Kaeya might have felt a sense of dejavu- his bio father and Crepus are the same, asking him to hide something so crucial and dangerous- he'd do it anyway.

because he's a loyal and loving son that follows orders

That means Kaeya technically had a part in getting Crepus killed- by not telling anyone about the delusion.

Did he perhaps felt relieved he no longer had Crepus's secret to keep? And then felt guilty for thinking so because Crepus died? And if Diluc still doesn't know that he knew...doesn't he have to tell Diluc about it? It's part of his top secret mission for the KoF so he shouldn't be saying anything about it but...

...he has to tell Diluc or else the guilt would eat him up.

And of course Diluc would get mad. Why didn't Kaeya tell anyone about what Crepus had done? If Kaeya told him about it, then maybe his father wouldn't be dead. He wouldn't have had to kill him with his own hands.

Kaeya expected the anger. He did not expect almost getting killed for it.

And after Kaeya receives his cryo vision with clipped wings, Diluc's anger would have been depleted and he would surely feel guilty for nearly killing and actually leaving Kaeya permanently scarred because Kaeya was just following orders. (maybe he doesn't deserve to be in Kaeya's life after what he'd done)

While Kaeya really would feel bitter and spiteful about how Diluc reacted, but he doesn't really blame him because he thinks he deserved it for keeping said secret that got Crepus killed and the fact that he was sent to them for a nefarious reason in the first place (maybe the Ragnvindr family would have been better off if he didn't arrive in their life)

They don't hate eachother, they just didn't like the events and the choices that led them here, and they don't know how to reconcile after what they've done to the other.

tldr: the real secret is Kaeya knowing about the delusion that Crepus got and its dangers, and him keeping it a secret from Diluc- a secret that costed Crepus his life.

#kaeya #diluc #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr #genshin impact #ragbros #just a theory #mostly me trying to make sense what happened #its just that i genuinely dont see diluc attacking kaeya for being a child spy #but i do see him attacking kaeya for a fatal secret such as this one #but who knows maybe emotions were really high for the both of them and it truly was just rage in the heat of the moment #long post #omg im sorry i didnt realize how long this is

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dkniade · 4 years ago

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Kaeya is Kaeya

Characters and setting belong to HoYoverse

Characters: Platonic Kaeya & Tartaglia

Genre: hurt/comfort

Note: Kaeya backstory spoilers

Author’s Note

First half drafted August 8, 2021. Sunday. 11:36

I caught sight of a name on a piece of paper and pondered about one’s own name

This was after I read @f-ai-n’s Kaeya essay

Then I thought about Tartaglia/Childe’s whole double name thing and decided he’d help Kaeya ‘cause he’s on my team too

Perhaps when one has nothing else to do, it’d make a good chance to reflect on one’s own name. Kaeya is Kaeya, but which family does he belong to, exactly?

He was sitting at his desk that sunny afternoon. With graceful strokes, the feather pen swished, and on the blank paper there read yet another “Kaeya” in cursive. This time, his hand moved to write “R”, but then stopped.

“…”

It was only Master Crepus’ name and not his, right?

“I don’t belong in the Ragnvindr house anymore. The moment our blades clashed, it was all over, wasn’t it?”

He had been abandoned by the Alberich family as a pawn in Mondstadt, and rejected by the member of the Ragvindr family closest to him for the same reason. Truths and lies both led to the same dead-end, so naturally it was better to conceal himself and lie so he wouldn’t get hurt again, right?

“And really, how cold of him whenever I try to converse… Almost as cold as…”

And that Cryo Vision was a reminder, wasn’t it? Did the gods give him the Vision to reward his ambition to live, or was it out of pity?

“Should I wander this land as just ‘Kaeya’?”

What’s in a name? Something you’re defined by? Close to no one would know that he was an Alberich, but—

Two knocks on the door.

“Captain Kaeya? Are you in there, comrade?” said the cheerful voice outside his office.

He looked up from the paper. Tartaglia?

Kaeya quickly slipped the paper under another pile on the desk and put down his pen.

“I am. Come in, please.”

The door opened and the friendly warrior stepped inside.

“Ah, it’s so good to see you, comrade!” Tartaglia said. Kaeya nodded in agreement. “I’ve been practising both my aim and bladework on the way here. Today could be the day we finally spar!”

Tartaglia walked around the office, checking out the displays and enjoying the glorious sunshine. The corner of a piece of paper caught his eye.

“Oh?”

He took the paper out from under the pile. Kaeya seemed disgruntled as he quickly read it. Then a bright laugh bursted out.

“Has life gotten so mundane that you’ve been writing your name over and over?”

Kaeya smiled kindly at this observation.

“It’s good practise for signing documents.”

“Ah, that’s true…” Tartaglia made his way to Kaeya’s desk and sat down on the edge, turning a bit to look at him. Kaeya leaned back a bit more in his chair.

“Come to think of it, aren’t you related to Master Diluc? You must have the same family name, then? Ragnvindr, was it?”

Kaeya flinched at the mention of the name, but continued to smile, nonetheless.

“Now, now, there’s no need for formalities concerning my family name. And one could say…” he hoped Tartaglia didn’t catch the slight sadness in his smile, “we were like brothers.”

In truth, Tartaglia did catch it. But why the hesitation before saying that he and Master Diluc were not brothers, but were like brothers? He didn’t have a very good childhood, did he? No, but Master Diluc was a polite man, being the one behind Mondstadt’s wine industry… Did something happen between the two? And he avoided the topic of his family name, too. Did he and Master Diluc not share the same family name after all?

Wait, was Captain Kaeya… adopted?

Tartaglia smiled kindly and got off the desk. He stood before Kaeya, cheerful. “Y’know, Tartaglia isn’t my only name. I’m also known as Childe.”

“On the battlefield, yes…” Kaeya brought a gloved hand up to his chin. “You’ve told me that many times.”

“But I go by both names! So it doesn’t matter which one you’re born as.”

Oh? Kaeya had not considered this previously. It had always been a huge burden to carry the Alberich name along with the secrets he had to conceal.

Tartaglia continued, “As long as you feel happy about the one you choose, then it’s your name.”

As long as he felt happy about the one he chose, huh?

“Hmm, interesting point.” That faint smile never left his face. “Then ‘Kaeya’ will be enough.”

“That’s the spirit!” Tartaglia punched the air. “What do you say we spar, Captain Kaeya?”

“Gladly.”

Kaeya is Kaeya. No matter which family name he accepts, he’ll always be Kaeya. That fact never changes.

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kazewhara · 3 years ago

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i literally just discovered your blog ehe- anyways, if it’s okay with you, could i ask for some familial headcanons for diluc and jean fussing over a (fem) younger sister reader after she catches a cold please? tysm!

a spoonful of sugar.

# — characters: feminine reader (she/they pronouns), jean, barbara, diluc, kaeya, adelinde, crepus ragnvindr

# — summary: “our siblings push buttons that cast us in roles we felt sure we had let go of long ago – the baby, the peacekeeper, the caretaker, the avoider…it doesn’t seem to matter how much time has elapsed or how far we’ve traveled.” – jane mersky leder

# — warnings: n/a

# — tags: hc format, slight canon divergence, diluc angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, familiar relationships, found family, reader is younger than jean but older than barbara

# — notes: ahh, i feel like this is mostly me projecting, since i'm the eldest sibling myself.. man, i wonder what my little siblings think of me, lmao. but! like always, reblogs and reactions are always appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!

(NEW!) # — tag list: @marius-z @eternalvvs

(want to join the tag list?)

✧ — 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜 — ✧

something that you and your brother have in common is your tough exterior, meaning it would take diluc a while to know that you're sick

hell, you probably wouldn't even know. you both have pyro visions, so you both run warm regardless of if you're sick or not

you go a pretty long time without showing any signs of being sick, so when you pass out while doing some simple paperwork in place of your brother, it comes as a shock to him

i also want to preface this by saying that you and diluc aren't close

you were too young to understand the issue with kaeya.

all you know is that one day you had a father and two doting brothers, and the next day, you were down to one brother who wouldn't so much as look in your direction for a few years.

to be honest, you didn't like diluc very much for a while. he's got a very avoidant method of caring for you, and you hate it

at some point in your life, you desperately tried to get his attention, but as you got older, you just.. stopped.

these days, you don't feel much of anything for him. it's kind of a negative feeling, but if he's not around, you don't care at all. out of sight, out of mind.

diluc's no idiot, by the way. he knows you stopped trying to be around him and he feels guilty, but in his eyes, there's more important things than trying to mend a relationship that's been broken for ages.

he cares very deeply about you -- loves you, even -- but he's not going to go out his way to eat dinner with you or anything like that. he spoils you from a distance, sending you gifts and providing you with things you want and need, but that's it.

in short, the famous ragnvindr siblings aren't the dynamic duo everyone thinks they are. the only person who knows this is kaeya.

(side note: you get along very well with kaeya. he's assumed the big brother role very well in diluc's place, but he'll never rub it in.)

(but rest assured that diluc is very, very bitter about the fact that the man who betrayed him and his family has a better relationship with his sister than he does.)

(will he fix it? no.)

(you and kaeya may have opposing visions, but in truth, you two have more chemistry than anybody else in mondstadt.)

okay! onto to the sickness.

diluc finds out that you've passed out while working a shift at the tavern.

one of the workers from the dawn winery came barging through the door, breathless, and the only thing he could say was:

"it's your sister."

diluc, stubborn as he is, doesn't wait for an explanation. he just closes the tavern right then and there and tries to get home as fast as he could.

diluc barges into your room unannounced, his fiery hair messy and his eyes as wide as saucers. you're laying immobile in your dark room, and you groan when the light from the hallway hits your face. "adelinde, you just gave me medicine," you rasp, your voice deeper and scratchier than it should be. "can i please just sleep--?"

"you're alive."

diluc normally has far more tact -- he would never do something as undignified as burst into someone's room -- into your room -- without apologizing first. but the only thing he could think of as he sprinted here was his father.

crepus' death was sudden and devastating. there was no slow build-up, no time to mentally prepare for a period of grief; diluc had to sit there and watch as life bled out of your father's eyes. he blamed himself for years -- cursed his paltry strength for not being enough to fight for himself. even if he was the youngest cavalry captain, it still wasn't enough. so when he got word that something had happened to you, diluc did something he hadn't done in years.

he panicked.

because he's strong enough now. diluc dedicated his life to having enough strength to defend mondstadt from the abyss order from the shadows -- to defend you from the shadows. if you had died, he felt as though your blood would be on his hands. how could he have obtained all this strength for his home -- for his sister -- and still manage to fail?

never in his life, not since his father's untimely death, has diluc felt as many emotions as he did on his way home to see you. you would have died alone, and it would have been his fault. he has so many regrets when it comes to you, and he never would have been able to try to make it up to you.

so when diluc sees you alive and well (relatively speaking), he drops to his knees.

you, unaware of your brother's internal strife, push yourself up to a sitting position with difficulty and frown at him. "what are you talking about?" your frown deepens. "and why are you kneeling? get up; you look pathetic."

diluc can't help but chuckle. fair enough, he decides. it's fair that you would still hold animosity towards him after all this time. he brought this on himself, after all. and he agrees -- he does look pretty pathetic. the great diluc ragnvindr, once the youngest cavalry captain in mondstadt's history and the owner of the renowned dawn winery was here, on his knees, thanking an archon he didn't care for because you were still alive.

"are you going to get up and answer my question, or are you going to stay there like a crazy person?" you ask. you break into a fit of rattling coughs. for a second, panic starts to bubble over again in diluc's chest, but it's reduced to a simmer once you talk again. "the light is straining my eyes and i want to lay down. if you're gonna stay in here, then close the door."

you were going to allow him to stay? really? diluc makes up his mind faster than he anticipated, rising to his feet and shutting the door per your request. it's almost pitch black in here due to it being late at night and your curtains being drawn. he hesitates for a moment (can you believe it? him, hesitating.) before pulling up a chair at your beside and sitting on it.

neither of you say a word. what were you supposed to say? why was he even here? the silence is so loud it makes diluc's ears ring. he has to say something to you, right? at the very least, he should explain why he's here. but his curiosity starts to burn, and--

"why are you here?"

oh, so you were going to lead this conversation. he can live with that. diluc crosses his arms instinctively. "am i not allowed to visit my sick sister?" he retorts. it comes across much harsher than it should, but he's only matching your tone. plus, he's not sure how to talk to you anymore. the last time he spoke to you, you were but a little girl who just wanted to run through the vineyard and catch crystalflies with her brother.

a fleeting thought crosses diluc's mind. do you still like crystalflies?

you speak again, cutting his thoughts short. "you haven't looked me in the face in years. i have every right to question your presence."

"we're family." diluc squints at you in the darkness. you sort of look like your mother, though he himself can't remember what she looks like anymore. if he had to guess, you're probably a carbon copy of her.

"oh, now you think we're family." you scoff. you wheeze for a moment before breaking into another fit of harsh coughs. you sniff and groan before laying down slowly.

diluc starts to reach out to help you, but catches himself. what was he even about to do? he has no idea how to handle a sick person, especially since that sick person is you. but he can't ignore the familiar sensation of brotherly protectiveness that flares up when he sees you struggling. your words cut deep -- deeper than he ever thought they would.

"i've always thought we were family." he says. he sighs through his nose and cuts the topic short. you're in no position to have this conversation right now. "did the doctor come and diagnose you yet? your cough sounds terrible."

you turn over on your side, your back facing your brother. "yes." your answer is short.

diluc wonders if things would be different if he never avoided you. "and what did they say?"

"why do you care? you're not the one nursing me back to health." you cough again.

"i am, actually." he blurts.

he has no idea where that came from. he's never spoken so abruptly so quickly -- the words didn't even feel like they came from his mouth, but he doesn't feel the need to take them back. he's more than willing to learn how to care for you, and if he can fix your relationship while he does it...

diluc blinks a few times at the realization. that's why he's sitting here, tolerating your snappy attitude.

he just wants to be a family again.

you shoot upwards and face him. diluc can't see your expression well, but he can feel the sting of your glare. your frame wobbles a bit in the darkness -- probably vertigo -- before you speak. "i didn't ask you to do that. don't even think about taking the doctor's place."

diluc clicks his tongue. "i'll do as i please. now, lay back down." he stands and makes his way to the door. he cracks it open, ignoring your furious calls of his name. he turns back to look at you, his body silhouetted by the hallway light. "sleep," he instructs you gently. "i'll be back in the morning."

and like that, he's gone, leaving you alone in the pitch darkness of your room.

so! how does he care for you, exactly?

well, first of all, your cold isn't just a cold. after a few days of diluc trying to nurse you, you both come to the realization that you actually have the flu -- and a very severe one at that.

won't get into the details, but it's disgusting and humiliating, as you can imagine

but... diluc doesn't give up. he sticks to his word and nurses you the entire time, coming to you morning, noon, and night to check on you and administer your medicine

the only reason it takes so long for you to recover is because you adamantly refuse to cooperate with your brother

it's childish and infuriating, but diluc is weirdly endeared by your behavior. he thinks it's cute!

once you give in and start doing as your told, you become compliant and almost amiable as the days pass

you don't ignore diluc's (terrible) attempts at conversation, and the two of you actually.. bond.

but as you two get closer and your relationship improves, you start to notice that diluc is kinda... overprotective.

once you can finally stand on two feet without falling over from dizziness, you've been walking about the hallways at any given opportunity.

your fever has yet to break, but you're still active, and diluc doesn't like it

"put me down!" you flail about in your brother's arms, weakly kicking about to get him to give up. "hey! are you listening?!"

diluc sighs and stops walking. "who raised you to be such a brat?"

"excuse me?!" you stop moving and scowl up at him. "put me down right now, or i swear to barbatos, i'll--"

diluc raises a brow at you. "what, will you try and fight me? i assure you, you will lose. now quit struggling. you're burning up."

the fight seeps out of you pretty quickly. you realize that you're just being stubborn, and that he's right, but...

"i'm not a child. i can walk." you grumble.

"on the contrary," diluc chuckles, "you weren't walking in a straight line. you reminded me of the patrons down at the tavern. you need more time to recover."

only now do you feel the heat in your face. "shut up."

ugh, he's so doting it's almost sickening.

"don't eat this" or "chew and swallow" or "sleep for more than 8 hours"

"diluc, you're gonna crush me under all these blankets."

"oh hush, they're soft."

"uh," your eyes drift to the mountain of blankets on your bed, "i think fourteen blankets would be too much, though."

it's frustrating, but believe it or not, it works!

once you've recovered, a part of your relationship with your brother has as well.

you two aren't exactly joined at the hip, but you're on speaking terms -- enough to joke around and spar with each other from time to time.

and while diluc does still envy kaeya for being so close to you, he thinks that you may be the key to mending their relationship as well. <3

✧ — 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 — ✧

unlike jean and barbara, you aren't related to them by blood

you're actually just someone who was taken in by the knights of favonius at a very young age and grew alongside jean

the two of you trained under varka and share the same sentiments about protecting mondstadt.

while you and jean are the best swordsmen in monstadt, she prefers to be their shield, while you prefer to be their sword.

jean considers you to be her little sister!

not in place of barbara, but rather an additional sister

you two are as thick as thieves but unfortunately, that means you share the same work habits

so you both work non-stop to keep mondstadt orderly and safe, even to the point of exhaustion

and you, my friend, have hit your limit.

"lisa, get barbara, now!"

as you come to, you try to remember what happened in the past fifteen minutes.

you were walking with jean back to your shared office after a long, long day of checking in with the citizens of mondstadt. you remember thinking that fall must be approaching, since every breeze made goosebumps rise on your skin. only in the sunlight did you feel warm, but you didn't think much of it. there was also a strange pressure at the front of your face -- one that made you squint at everything. again, you thought nothing of it, since it was a sunny day.

back at headquarters, you faintly remember telling jean that you were freezing.

"really?" she asked, a confused frown marring her features. "but today is one of the hottest days of the year..."

and then... nothing. you're not sure why jean is helping you into a room to wait for barbara to show up.

an unexpected bout of nausea makes your squeeze your eyes shut. beside you, you can hear someone bouncing their leg rapidly. it has to be jean -- no other knight does that but her. you come to the conclusion that you must be sick; that would explain the chills and dizziness. you're upset that this will interefere with your work, but you're well aware that you won't be able to work properly unless you're feeling your best.

"i'm not dying, you know," you laugh weakly after hearing jean sigh for the fifth time in two minutes. "it's just a cold."

jean sighs. that's six times now. "i shouldn't have let this happen." she mutters. you crack your eyes open to see her worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. she has a lot of habits that no one but you knows she has -- mostly because they're born out of anxiety. "i should have noticed a long time ago that you were--"

"you're doing it again." you chide gently. you don't make any effort to look at her properly. one wrong move and you're afraid that you'll lose what little you have in your stomach. "it's been a decade, jean; how many times do i have to tell you to stop?"

jean gives you a look. "and how many times must i remind you that as your senior, it is my job to look after you?"

her sense of responsibility will surely be her undoing. it terrifies you; the last thing you want is for her to be in your position. she's right -- she's your older sister and in a way, she is responsible for you, but this was your fault -- not hers. you open your mouth to bicker with her, but barbara comes rushing in.

the deaconess sounds frantic. "what happened? is she okay?" she frets over you so much that you have to laugh. it comes out as a nasty cough, and it only serves to make barbara worry more. "oh, barbatos, this isn't good!"

"you two act as though i'm on my deathbed." you cough.

"don't even joke like that!" your sisters say in unison. your eyes are open enough to see them both flush a light pink at their exclamation, but neither of them look away from you.

jean clears her throat while barbara gets to work on healing you. "you of all people know better than to joke in such a manner."

"it's a superstition."

"a bad one." barbara murmurs beside you. you can feel her hydro on your body, but you don't feel any better than before. if anything, you feel worse. barbara seems to notice and quickly stops what she's doing. "i-i don't know what's wrong," she says to jean, "she's not getting any better, i--"

jean lays a hand on her sister's shoulder, offering her a kind smile. you can't help but feel a little bit of pride; they would never have acted like this a few years ago if you hadn't intervened. "you did what you could, barbara. thank you." she turns to you, grimacing when she sees the color draining from your face. "for now, i think we should let them warm up first. they're shivering too much."

your eyebrows twitch up. you didn't even realize you were shivering so hard -- your teeth are chattering, too.

"i-i'll really be okay." you mumble.

jean sighs. that's seven. "lying is technically a violation of the knight's oath."

"k-kaeya lies all the time!"

"that's different." jean lifts you into her arms and follows behind barbara. you cling to her desperately, trying to absorb her body heat for yourself. "you're far from okay." she whispers sadly. "i'm sorry."

jean undoubtedly will blame herself, no matter how much you tell her not to

she can't care for you herself due to your half of the tasks falling onto her, but during any down time she has, she's in your room by your bedside

barbara doesn't leave your side either; she tells the church that she'll be taking a break for a while, just so she can try to care for you

your sisters are out of their depth since elemental healing isn't working, so they both dedicate a lot of time to reading up on medicines that would help you.

"jean, wake up." you gently nudge your sister. she fell asleep along with you a few hours ago after giving you a medicine that would work in your sleep. faint dark circles formed under her eyes from how much time she was putting in to care for you.

"hm, what? oh!" jean shoots upright and presses the back of her hand to your forehead, feeling for a fever. her eyes are still half-lidded and you smile at her. "you don't feel very warm anymore," she says, her words broken by a yawn.

"at this rate, you'll be the one catching a cold. when's the last time you slept properly?" you ask. knowing her, she probably hasn't slept since you fell ill.

probably even longer that, knowing her.

"that's not very important right now." her tone is final. it's her 'grand master' voice; you don't know how she managed to wake herself up fast enough to use it, but she did, and you drop the topic. jean can be pretty scary when she wants to be. "what's important is your recovery. i think hydro healing should work soon."

you frown. "jean, why don't you go home for a while. get some rest." when she opens her mouth to protest, you put a hand out, covering it. "it's not like i'm going anywhere any time soon. go rest, okay?"

there's a brief staring contest between you two before jean gives up. "very well. i'll be back shortly." she says as she heads to the door.

"i hope not!" you call after her.

jean doesn't come back for like, 12 hours.

she was sleeping the entire time, according to barbara.

she comes back completely disheveled and apologetic, fretting over you to the point where she almost gets in the way of barbara doing her job, LOL

overall, jean's a TOTAL worry wart.

and, in the days that follow after your recovery, you find yourself sitting at a sneezing jean's bedside, laughing at her bright red nose.

✧ this kinda makes me wanna go build my jean... yeah i think imma do that, actually, LOL

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catgirlforkaeya · 3 years ago

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birthdays suck, but not with you

kaeya x gn!reader

fluff + hurt/comfort + love confessions

warnings: all lowercase + not proofread + mentions of alcohol + swearing + slightly suggestive (like one small mention of intercourse)

a/n: happy birthday to the prettiest man in genshin thank you for being my main since i started in feb 🙏🙏 (also i’m sorry this is short and shitty i’m doing it last minute)

kaeya never really cared for his birthday. growing up crepus would always throw parties but after his passing kaeya just lost what little enjoyment he had for them

he avoided telling people because he knew they’d always try to get him to celebrate. he preferred to just be alone in the tavern, getting extremely drunk to forget what day it was

you didn’t even know today was his birthday; you only found out because you heard jean and lisa talking

you weren’t trying to eavesdrop, really. you were in the library reading a book and overheard them talking. they probably figured there was nobody else in there, you were tucked back in the corner afterall

at first you heard jean complaining about someone giving her a hard time about taking the day off. you didn’t understand at first until lisa mentioned kaeya, saying how “he always seemed to dislike his birthday.”

you paused everything that you were doing. today was his birthday?? since when???? did you forget? combing through your memory you couldn’t recall him ever mentioning his birthday. as long as you two have known each other he never told you. you couldn’t be mad at him for it. if what lisa said was true you understood. you couldn’t just sit around and do nothing for him though, he was your best friend

returning your book to the shelf it came from, you quickly made your way out of the library. you didn’t exactly know where to find him, but you’d do it somehow

first you checked his office, finding that it was empty. “guess he did take the day off,” you mumbled to yourself.

then you checked good hunter, no sign of him

you checked the cathedral too, no clue why he’d be there but he’s unpredictable sometimes. nothing.

went to the taverns, still no sign

you even stopped by his house and didn’t get any response

at this point you were lost. you were just aimlessly wandering until windrise popped into your head. you remembered one day kaeya took you to windrise. he told you how he always went there to clear his mind

as you jogged towards the tree, he eventually came into view. you let out a sigh of relief

—

“y/n?” kaeya looked up when he heard footsteps approaching him. he was honestly shocked to see you today. “what’re you doing here?”

“i just wanted to see you, it has been awhile since we hung out,” you shrugged. you didn’t want to barge in and immediately talk about how today was his birthday and blah blah blah, so you decided to play it cool.

you looked over and saw a bunch of windwheel aster petals scattered all over the place, kaeya was in the middle of plucking one bare currently. it looked like he was playing “they love me, they love me not.”

“you’re supposed to use roses for that, yknow.”

“i know, i just couldn’t be bothered to find some roses,” the man next to you said in a flat tone. you could see his lips turn slightly upwards when he finished the last windwheel aster though. part of you wanted to ask who he was thinking about, but the other half said to just stay quiet.

silence lingered between you two. not an awkward silence, but more of a peaceful one. you enjoyed the quiet moments you two shared. something about them eased you.

after a few minutes kaeya stood up, stretching slightly. you watched him closely, tilting your head to the side some. he turned around, looking down at you.

“i was going to go on a walk by myself later today, but since you’re here… would you do me the favor of accompanying me?” kaeya held out a hand to you. you smiled at him, taking his hand in yours and standing up.

“i’d be more than happy to.”

you lost track of time. you didn’t even know where you two were going and to be honest you didn’t think kaeya knew either. you two just walked in silence, your hands still intertwined from him helping you up. you two held hands quite often recently, not exactly sure. you were a little ashamed to admit that your heart would beat a little faster every time his thumb rubbed against your knuckles.

the temperature started to slowly fall as the sun started its descent. every now and then you’d shiver when a breeze would come through. unlike kaeya you were not immune to the cold. your anemo vision only made you unbothered by the wind.

“can’t handle the cold?” kaeya glanced over at you, that usual shit eating grin was on his face. he loved to be an ass whenever you were cold.

“no, i can’t.” you shot a glare at him, receiving a hearty laugh in return. you couldn’t help but laugh too. his laugh and smile was contagious to you. whenever you weren’t in a good mood kaeya would always shoot you a smile and within a few minutes you’d be smiling too.

eventually you two stumbled upon the statue of seven near the winery. you noticed kaeya’s mood drop when he saw it in the distance. he tried to hide it but you could easily see through his front. he’d always fall silent when he’d get reminded of something. the sparkle in his one exposed eye would fade. he’d start to drift off into his headspace.

“we can stop here for a few minutes,” kaeya motioned at one of the trees near the cliff that overlooked the winery. you could hear the slight sadness in his voice.

“are you sure?” you looked over at him with worried eyes, squeezing his hand a bit tighter. you knew everything about what happened at the winery, what happened between him and diluc, basically everything about him. you were the only person he trusted to tell.

“yeah, i need to rest my legs anyways,” within a few seconds kaeya had that mask back up. his smile returned, but you could tell he was faking it.

you two took a seat at the base of the tree, your backs leaning against it for support. you felt kaeya’s head resting on your shoulder.

“i know this is kinda weird timing but..” you reached into your coat pocket, pulling out a wooden box. kaeya sat up and looked at the box you were holding out to him. you moved it a bit closer, signaling for him to take it.

kaeya took the box, slowly taking the lid off. he looked at it for a few seconds before a huge smile came across his face.

inside the box there were come calla lilies, fruity skewers, a small ring, an ice blue crystal, a very small bottle of perfume, and a note. it was astonishing how you managed to fit everything in there. kaeya was stunned at how you managed to include all of his favorite things, he didn’t think you payed that much attention. he took out the note and unfolded it.

“happy birthday idiot. i know this is really random but i wanted to do something once i found out it was your birthday (i’m not mad at you for not telling me). i tried my best to include everything you liked… minus wine because it wouldn’t fit. the ring is a little out of place but it’s a matching one to what you got me for my birthday. i hope you had an amazing day and if you didn’t i hope this brightened it some :) -y/n”

kaeya stared at it for a few minutes while you awkwardly sat there. you couldn’t tell how he felt about all this. yes he was smiling but he smiled a lot.

“i’m sorry it’s kinda out of the blue and rushed— i just found out this morning through lisa and jean and i hurried to get something together— i wasn’t exactly sure what to do so it’s okay if you don’t like it i just wanted to d-“

next thing you knew kaeya’s lips were on yours. you were stunned at first and just froze for a second. it all happened so suddenly and randomly. it didn’t take you long to give in though.

his lips felt soft, cold like snow. they delicately moved against yours, treating them like they were as fragile as glass. his kiss tasted like wine and vanilla. his touch felt like heaven. when his hand cupped your cheek and the other snaked around your waist you felt ecstasy take over your body.

you both pulled away, foreheads resting on the other while you looked at each other. you both were out of breath. that was one of those kisses that just completely steals all the air from your lungs.

“i love it,” kaeya let out an airy laugh, smiling at you.

“good,” you pulled away, still trying to process what the fuck just happened. you made out with your best friend?? hello?? you did like him yes— scratch that you were in love with this man and had been for awhile. you just weren’t expecting it to happen now.

“i’m sorry how sudden that was,” kaeya ran his hand through his hair that was now completely out of the loose ponytail. “i just— no one’s ever given me something that meaningful in a long time. i never told you about my birthday because i normally just ignore it. but the fact you found out last minute, weren’t mad, and managed to do all this was just.. wow.”

you let out a small laugh. watching kaeya ramble about your gift was adorable to you. the usual glow to his face that you absolutely loved was back.

“and um— if it’s still not obvious, i really fucking love you y/n.”

“i love you too.”

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you were back at kaeya’s place now. you weren’t intending on staying but he asked you to spend the night, there was no way you would decline that.

so now here you were, laying in your new boyfriend’s bed with nothing on, the two of you clinging onto each other. you were still trying to catch your breath, you’d never done something that extreme with anybody. you definitely knew you’d be sore in the morning.

kaeya’s hands ran through your hair, gently massaging your scalp. your head was nuzzled up against his bare chest. it felt nice here. you felt safe in his arms.

all of this felt so surreal. you’d dreamed about a moment like this for so many years now, it just was crazy to think that your desires had became reality.

“thank you for everything today,” kaeya’s voice was soft, softer than what you were used to. you’d seen many sides to him but you could never remember seeing this soft side. “i really wasn’t having the best day. in all honesty i was miserable. im used to being drunk off my ass on my birthday. you made it a lot better though.”

you looked up at kaeya, resting your chin on his chest now. you placed a kiss to his jawline. “i’m glad i made it more enjoyable.”

“y’know i honestly thought birthdays always sucked, but now that you know about it i think they’ll be a hell of a lot better.”

you hummed in response, too tired to answer.

you two drifted off to sleep, still holding each other close.

#kaeya x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #kaeya #genshin #kaeya x you #kaeya fluff #catgirlforkaeya

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shadowmist0706 · 3 years ago

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Diluc's Birthday

Seamstress f!reader x Diluc

A/N: This was originally an OC x Diluc but I also made this version for a bit of emersion. Y/N is a seamstress who takes commissions related to the fatui. She only arrived in Mondstadt recently so she and Diluc are still not in a relationship in this oneshot :> Though they are developing some feelings. Hope you guys enjoy! I'm still a beginner when writing but I think I did good😭

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Many businessman or woman wouldn't admit owning a successful business is very rewarding, but it is. They love to see people enjoying their hard work and appreciating their efforts. After all, it's what makes them keep the business.

-Well... that and money

But running a business isn't an easy task. It requires you to accommodate to your customers needs, keep up with trends, manage and keep tabs on everything that's going on in the business.

Being a seamstress, that's as much as you know.

So it's understandable when a certain Winery owner was late than usual. After all, today was a special occasion.

After a few more minutes, she heard something land behind her.

"You're late" Y/N said, slightly turning to see the man of the hour, Diluc Ragnvindr or better known as the "Darknight Hero"

"Apologies, work in the tavern has been quite...lively today" He replied, walking up beside her by the bridge inside Mondstadt. Unlike usual, she noticed how his attire seems different. As she turned to face him completely, she were able to figure what was missing.

His Jacket

He normally wears his black signature jacket. But this time, it's just his white vest paired with a button up shirt that shows his bare arms. It was surprising, not in a bad way.

"I presume it's because of your birthday" Y/N eyed Diluc's appearance. Although it was his birthday, it seemed he was a bit worn out.

Meanwhile, Diluc gave her a look of surprise before regaining his composure "So you know?"

"It's practically the talk of the town" It was hard to ignore especially when the people started talking about it yesterday. The tavern was filled with gossip and rumors at that time.

Most of the talk were light hearted with some people wanting to think of a simple token of gratitude to the uncrowned king of Mondstadt. But other news were better kept unsaid.

Y/N wanted to believe it wasn't true. But as she took a closer look in the shadows, things became clearer. Throughout the day, Diluc has been receiving complements and gifts. Despite his gratefulness, it seemed he wasn't that... happy.

Diluc was not fond of attention except his position forces him to. When it comes to topics about his birthday, he quickly dismisses them. Everything pointed that the information was not false but there was one clue that will prove it.

Even if Y/N knew it wasn't right, her curiousness got the better of her. She walked through the backyard of the favonious church, searching for a certain name. After a few minutes, she found the grave with the same date as today.

Crepus Ragnvindr

xx/xx/xx- 4/30/xxxx

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"Ah, let's pay no mind to that now. Let's focus on our agenda-" Diluc dismissed the topic as usual. Y/N doesn't know how to act with her knew found revelation but she knew it'd be best to keep it a secret.

Focusing on the task at hand, Earlier, she was supposed to take this commission alone. Though a stubborn red head decided to tag along claiming it's his duty. Reluctantly, she accepted his request and decided to meet today at this certain time to settle this.

"Before that, I think you're forgetting something" Y/N stopped him from going off.

"Wha-" Before Diluc could utter a word, a cloak suddenly wrapped around his shoulders and clipped on it's own. He was rendered speechless as she secured and fixed the positioning of the clothing. Their proximity was not that close but near enough to make his cheeks redden

"That's better, wouldn't want the fatui recognizing who the Darknight hero is now, would we?" If it were anyone else, he'd be scoffing at the title. But, even Diluc has to admit that it sounds appealing when it falls from her lips. Or, maybe he's just too infatuated to think of it as anything less when it comes from her.

But of course he wouldn't admit that.

"You shouldn't have" Grateful as he is, he sighs, and she can tell he's weighing his options. Diluc was not a fan of presents yet he could see how detailed and high quality the cloak was. It was simple yet the golden accents plus detailed embroidery was beautiful. Before he could think much, Y/N spoke.

"Don't think much of it, it's just a token of thanks-" She knew it'd be best to act naive of her new found information by gifting him something. But it doesn't mean she can't find ways to alleviate the situation

"-For helping me with this commission" As she outstretched her hand, she caught sight of the softest smile as it pulls ever so slightly on the corners of his lips. She chuckled at the sight for it is rare to see the man let down his guard and take a hold of her hand.

"Now let's take care of that fatui hideout so you can gave some peace of mind for the rest of your night." Fatui matters are not something they take lightly but just for today, they'd make their night a living hell as punishment.

For making someone's birthday a memorable one in a horrible way.

Letting off some steam by beating off enemies isn't really a good birthday event. Though it's the only thing Y/N knew how to do good in besides sewing. As they ran through the night in the whispering woods, she started to rethink if this was a good idea. However these thoughts quickly dissipated as soon as it came when she saw a certain glint in his eyes.

She and Diluc were partners yet they know little about each other. That's why these nightly activities became something they could connect at. It probably wasn't a good reason but these ventures is something they could feel comfortable at in each other's presence.

They weren't lovers after all, just partners.

Either way, she knew she should definitely think of another way to celebrate his birthday but as of now, this should do.

'Happy Birthday Diluc'

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omiscurls · 3 years ago

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hmm this is like my first time responding to a request thing so here goes: (slight webtoon spoilers!!)—- imagine if you/reader finds out about kaeyas secret accidentally, before he told diluc. how would he react to that? i’ve given some thought into it and i’d love to see your perspective!

dark whispers

plot: hurt/comfort, reader finds out about kaeya's secret before anyone else

contains: kaeya

warnings: WEBTOON SPOILERS, the story takes place before the start of the game, approximately 5-6 years, alcohol, acting under the influence, you can even say underage drinking, curse words

the sun had long set behind the mountains adoring the territories of mondstadt city. it's people had already closed their shops, workshops and businesses, having gone home to their families, many of them possibly already drifting off to sleep.

some individuals, as everyday, be it a workday, weekend, or a holiday, decided to go entertain themselves with different kinds of alcohol at the local tavern.

but to some of the mondstadt folk, that day, that evening was a special one, for it was a celebration of the ever so famous master crepus' adoptive son, kaeya, turning seventeen.

the night fell special even for regular customers, not only the ones celebrating, for it was rare for the master of the dawn winery himself to pour drinks and serve them at his establishment. for the birthday of his son, though, he had abandoned his normal nightly duties, and stood behind the counter for a good couple of hours, giving one speech and joining everyone in singing happy birthday for the young knight.

he had gone home around an hour ago, leaving the happy, slightly drunk bunch of customers in the hands of a younger bartender.

"alright" kaeya's older brother, and cerpus' firstborn, diluc, had made everyone quiet with the way he clapped his hands, a sly smirk on his lips as he looked his friend and brother in the eyes. diluc, being older, already knew the taste and... other qualities of alcohol a little better than the blue-haired boy, so he found nothing but amusement in the way kaeya couldn't find balance on his chair, or in how his eyes just wouldn't focus on one spot, instead wandering around the walls and ceiling of the tavern. "kaeya" he called out, making the boy face him with a dumbfounded look. "you're one round of shots behind me"

kaeya's expression changed to distressed within seconds, as he examined the three glasses before his eyes, wondering if he'll even fit those in his stomach.

"is yer head made out of stone or sum?" he slurred out "how're ya this sober?"

diluc laughed, pointing to the glasses.

"less complaining, more bottoming these out" he rushed, arms crossing at his chest, as he leaned back on his chair and observed his little brother struggle to make the decision.

"go to hell" kaeya mumbled, emptying the drinks one by one, a grimmace coming to his face right after he had laid the last glass back on the table. "what even is that?" he asked, unamused, as diluc responded happily:

"firewater."

a smile of satisfaction painted the redhead's face.

"what?" kaeya's eyes widened "how'd you even get this past father?" he leaned lower on the table, studying diluc's expression. „that’s like, forty percent sheer alcohol!”

"i have my ways" he responded enigmatically, and kaeya shook his head in resignation.

"aight" the birthday boy took a deep breath "your turn. ya don't want to loose now, do you?" remains of a grin lifted the point of his mouth, as diluc chuckled, pouring the transparent liquid into the glasses yet again.

"what's the prize?" you asked one of their friends, having come late to the scene of the challenge.

"oh, the one to loose has to do the other's chores for a month" the guy responded, eyes not darting away from how diluc managed to empty all three glasses, much to kaeya's dispair.

hours had passed, and everyone slowly left the birthday party, diluc leaving kaeya in your hands, as he helped the bartender clean up the mess the young knights had made. you asked the blue-haired boy if he wanted to get some fresh air, to which he nodded, you can't say eagerly, but nodded nonetheless. so that leaves you to where you were now, slowly walking towards your place, kaeya bumping into your side every now and then as he lost balance.

"did you have fun?" you asked happily, eyes focusing on his face, waiting for a response.

"yea" he murmured, not even sparing you a look.

"poor you, are you that wasted?" you continued, amused, as a hiccup left his throat.

"'m not wasted" he denied instantly. " 't was nice to spend some time with diluc, we all know i don't have much of that left"

your eyebrows furrow in confusion, as you stop in your tracks, making him stop, too. he seemed to have thought this was a normal thing to say, and politely waited for you to start walking again, but you didn't, instead crossing your arms, and asking again.

"what do you mean by that?"

he scoffed, almost rudely. " he's gon' hate me for life, isn't it obvious?" he slurred, head lifting to look on the starry sky, hands going deeper inside his pockets. your expression turned even more confused, as he stared up, acting like it was the most natural thing to say, and like everybody knew this.

"what's he gonna hate you for? he's your brother, he loves you deeply, right?" you wanted to rub his arm, or something, do anything to soothe the feelings that must've been eating him alive, but stayed still.

"brother" he scoffed again. you couldn't possibly see, from the angle his head was at, but hot tears flooded his eyes as he said the word out loud, and the moment of silence that came after, he used to calm down even the slightest bit. "i think that's the most beautiful lie i ever came up with, y'know? brother." he repeated.

"what- what do you mean by that?"

"i've been nothing but a useless homewrecker to his family for as long as i have been in this world. how did i ever find the audacity to call myself his brother? oh my, even i hate my guts for this." he chuckled, painful irony overflowing his voice "and my dearest, short-tempered diluc is gonna flip the fuck out, for sure"

"kaeya" you asked, growing to be scared of how mysteriously he was acting "is there anything you wish to tell me?"

you swallowed a gulp in your throat by saying that, and awaited the reply in stress, even if you didn't know why.

his gaze finally came down from the sky, as he looked at you with a sad smile.

"if it was up to me, i'd wish not to tell a soul anything. but i have been lying for far to long, and my so-called family did nothing to deserve that. nothing, nothing bad, ever, and yet they've been cursed to deal with one like me. truly unfair, the fate of this world. how kindness pays off in nothing but sorrow."

you could tell he was a bit more sober by how his words were more understandable than before, but he was still far from his right mind. you would've stopped him, but there was really no going back now, and you almost needed to hear what secret he was talking about.

"my dearest" he said, addressing you "please, do not get angry with me as well. i don't know what i'd do if i lost even more people than i intend to with this information."

after you nodded in confusion, he explained the story, briefly and in a twisted way, having little control over his slurred words.

you stood there in silence for a good long while as silent tears rolled down from both yours and his eyes.

"i'm sorry" he finally mumbled "i'm sorry, i swear i didn't do what i was designed to do, i didn't tell anyone anything, i didn't attempt to harm anyone. it wasn't my decision to make, i swear, i hold no loyalties to-"

"kaeya" you interrupted him, and he feared for the worst. "that must've been so confusing for the little kid you were"

the worried tone of your voice, the way your words were covered in affection, the way your eyes seemed to care, it all flooded his wrecked soul all too quickly and all to strongly, making him gasp for air, as if it was knocked out of his lungs.

"you- you don't think i'm a-"

"no" you interrupted again, afraid of how he might finish the sentence. "and neither will diluc. i can't promise you he won't be mad, because he probably will, but you're brothers, by blood or not. you're gonna fight and you're gonna make up, because no anger will ever top the love i'm sure he has for you. and if rougher days are really coming your way" you said, approaching him to wrap your arms around his shaky form. "then i'll stand by you to face them with you."

little did you both know. the date of diluc ragnvidr’s 18th was approaching faster than anyone could ever anticipated.

#kaeya angst #genshin kaeya #kaeya x reader #diluc #genshin boys #genshin x reader #genshin angst #genshin impact #genshin impact angst #genshin one shot #angst #hurt comfort

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