#emile hi3

[orchid-draws]

may I interest you all in my favorite horrible little homosexual (emile honkai impact 3rd)

my design philosophy for this was a mix of a feral rabies infested racoon and a pretty anime bishounen (the idea of pretty anime boy emile has stuck in my head for so long purely because I find the irony amusing) the result is a guy who rolled out of hot topic and then fist fought a bear. so I consider that a success

also extra special doodle of gay MOTH trio my everything ever

[plural-bracket]

Plural Tournament: Round 1

[evenings-at-the-seaofquanta]

Having a moment rn

Also on a more general note:

[ottercervie]

Honkai spoilers below the cut!!!

gay ppl and their intricate courting rituals

[kalpasio]

Feeling a Little Blue

I put a full warning on AO3, but I just want to let you know that this story does center around depression. It's meant to be a comfort piece, but if this makes you in any way uncomfortable, listen to what your gut is saying, not me!

A Kalpas x Reader one shot, the link goes to the whole book, but the chapter is below the cut!

Being in a relationship with two of the most troublesome members of Fire Moth went about as smoothly as you might expect. When Emile and Kalpas weren’t running around the base causing havoc, they were doing the same thing but in your apartment now. Despite the multiple maintenance requests you had to put in because of the two, you still enjoyed the time you spent together.

Emile had an obsession with cooking, though…that led to at least five of the repairs to your apartment. If he was in the kitchen, then you were the one keeping Kalpas out of trouble, and if you were doing that, you couldn’t stop Emile from making a mess. Somehow, the guy who literally caught on fire and could turn into lava was less prone to burning down your kitchenette than the guy who put fires out for a living. All day he would trail Kalpas, stopping him from setting the base ablaze, but as soon as you got home, the roles were reversed.

Your other partner had his own quirks as well, to be sure. Mornings usually swung between warm and sweet, and hot and angry multiple times before you left the apartment. Kalpas might be sitting calmly with Emile on his lap one second, and the next, both of them are standing and there’s scorch marks on your ceiling. You and Emile might be silently reading over the reports for the day with Kalpas sitting at the table as well, only to have the quiet moment broken by seemingly unprompted maniacal laughter.

Not every day could be perfect, though, and after the Herrscher of Domination, you all were painfully aware of the fact. Emile shut himself off from everyone for the week after the Herrscher’s death, and he avoided your home like it was painful for him to enter. Kalpas wasn’t exactly known for his tact however, and after two days, he was trying to storm Emile’s office. Such an abrupt appearance wouldn’t help the situation, so as much as you also wanted to see your boyfriend, you held Kalpas back from breaking down the door.

That doesn’t mean you were going to let Emile hide away forever. He might be sly, but he was nowhere near as good at sneaking as you were. Throughout the day you left messages around his office, you would ‘accidentally’ run into him in the hall and tell him how much you missed him, or you’d hack his files for the day and add silly little notes. You even went so far as to buy one of those chalkboard mugs and drew smiley faces and hearts all over it before filling it with Emile’s favorite coffee and slipping it into his office.

Over time, between your gentle coaxing and Kalpas’ rough demanding, Emile started to come back to you. He’d be in his old hiding spots but welcome you with a smile—though it was a bit strained and interactions didn’t last too long at first. When Kalpas found out you were sneaking coffee into Emile’s office, he started packing little lunches for you to bring as well to ensure coffee wasn’t the only food available. You didn’t get a lunch, even after an hour of sulking (though you got an hour of cuddles for your time).

Surprisingly, the gesture had Emile returning to your apartment in a matter of days. There was no way you could simply ignore what had happened, but none of you were eager to have that conversation either. Eventually he admitted what had been bothering him so much.

Between the three of you, he had to be the responsible one. “It’s just that,” he sighed and pulled his hand from your grasp to run it through his hair. “I spend all day cleaning up Kalpas’ messes, only to come home and do the same thing.” Both you and he looked at the third occupant of your couch.

Kalpas absolutely was not going to be left out of a conversation that was so important to your relationship, but he wasn’t exactly interested in contributing. And so neither of you were surprised when the only change in his expression was a raised eyebrow in response to your stares.

“It’s not your job to babysit me,” he finally spoke.

“It literally is—”

“Not when we’re at home,” Kalpas cut you off with a firm tone. “We don’t live together just so you can keep an eye on me.”

You nodded in agreement, “Don’t get me wrong, I have the utmost respect for what you do, I don’t think anyone would last more than a day doing your job, but you don’t have to do it all the time. I love you because of who you are, and for absolutely no other reason.

Kalpas gave a hum and Emile’s eyes got watery. Immediately, you were pulling him into a hug, cradling him against your chest. When you saw Kalpas’ arms half outstretched to initiate the hug you’d beaten him to, you stuck your tongue out playfully. Which was a horrible idea because he took that as a challenge, and now he had his arms around you and Emile, the force behind his movement almost knocking all three of you off the couch.

“Even my cooking?” Emile spoke into your shoulder, refusing to move his head.

“What?” you sent your confused look to Kalpas who only stared at the back of Emile’s head, awaiting his response.

“You said you loved me for no other reason, but you love me for my cooking, right?” Thinking back to the repeated disasters in your severely singed kitchen, you forced out an uncomfortable chuckle.

“Yeah… I love you for your cooking too.”

Emile wasn’t the only one plagued by negative thoughts. Watching the world end wasn’t something you could smile through like Elysia. Rather than have both of you spiraling from each other’s depression, you and Emile quicky agreed to help stop each other’s downward spin. It was easier said than done; you couldn’t simply will the sadness away. Still, both of you did your darndest, refusing to see the other suffer.

When he notices you’re starting to close yourself off, Emile will do his best to talk to you, and if that doesn’t work, he’ll call in the big guns. ‘The big guns’ was just Kalpas, but the man was scary, and if he found out you were trying to pull away from him, he’d drag you out in a heartbeat. Sometimes being trapped in his arms for a while was exactly what you needed, but other times, it only made things worse in your mind, and this is usually where Emile would step in again.

Normally, he could be seen walking around the base with a smirk that was hidden beneath a smile. When you’re upset, he drops that grin without a second thought. Teasing may be his favorite pastime, but you’re tied for being his favorite person (though sometimes you claim first place when Kalpas is being especially destructive). Whether you need to talk, or hug him silently, or just have a good cry, Emile will be there for whatever you need.

And on occasion, you truly do need the two boys to give you some space. Living with them can be overwhelming, and a moment of quiet is hard to find. This is one of the rare times Kalpas will listen to directions, and they’ll both give you time. That being said, they’re both horribly impatient, and will reach out to you when the other isn’t looking. No matter what, they’re making it clear that they are still thinking about you, and when you’re welcomed home with open arms, you can expect to find the walls littered with sticky notes just to make you smile.

Guaranteed, Kalpas is holding you in bed for an extra five minutes of sleep the first morning you’re back. Emile’s no better, holding your hand whenever you two walk anywhere, and you can be sure he’s conveniently showing up at the end of your meetings, and saying “oh! What a surprise! I was just headed there myself!” as though he doesn’t have your schedule memorized.

Needless to say, the three of you care about each other way too much, and though none of you are great at saying it explicitly, the ways you show it speaks volumes. Whether it’s little notes or finding your favorite drink waiting for you, or cuddles at the end of a long day. These signs of love are constant and surround you everyday.

This one definitely focuses more on Emile than Kalpas. My b. I just think he's neat

[anominous-user]

every time the end of patch survey comes around in hi3 i always ask for dystopia eye color reveal and official emile design and while i have been doing this for several patches to no avail i will continue to add them in my suggestions until i am actually dead

[sea-of-dandelions]

omg tag game ty for the tag @rekoifish 😋😋

Last song: listening to Cyberangel HI3 rn 😋

Favourite colour: Emil red

Currently watching: waiting for the mewtsies to be free so we can start on the watch list 😞

Spicy/Savoury/Sweet: Savoury

Relationship status: giggling (NO intent)

Current obsession: um. you know who. and chuusig always chuusig 😋

tagging !! @theinkedfoxsl @cerasus--flores @mocha-bunbun @tiredsleep @raincxtter @hamausagi 🫶

Nine people I'd like to know better

Tagged by @damnedifivoodoo thank you, dear! ^^

Last song: I don't remember cause I had it playing in the back while I was writing so I wasn't paying attention. ^^'

Favourite colour: At this point I don't know. Perhaps blues & purples in various tones. Although I've started getting over purple. It's been changing a lot the past few years xD.

Currently watching: Nothing.

Spicy/Savoury/Sweet: Sweet.

Relationship Status: forever single

Current Obsession: Reverse: 1999. I thought I'd never get obsessed with a game after I calmed down about Genshin (It was very intense when I first started I wanted to play every day, now I am ok with doing so whenever I have time + there have been times I got obsessed all over again and then took months to calm down once more) but here we are. *grins & flutters eyelashes*

Tagging: @vaelerius , @twilightbloom , @hummus-birb & @chcoricekrispy (no pressure if you don't want to play)

[phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing]

Oh hi same anon abt the xuanyuan sword, hard to find but the broken xuanyuan sword isn’t a cg! Its a item i think, seeing how its shaded and framed. So people assume that the broken dark xuanyuan will confirm huas death. While as of currently we have no context, its a bit weird to honor huas death with a version of a weapon she barely has history with/is barely signifigant in her story(not refering to gold xuanyuan, yknow what I mean)

Please just don’t listen to people making wild theories on the basis that Hua is dead… the basis is faulty in the first place

We’ll get our answers on… Monday. I think. Or at least some answers. Just wait ‘til then.

[elysian-graveyard]

Kalpas *getting down on one knee in front of his adjutant*: "Emile..."

Emile internally and with glee: "Omh, it's finally happening!"

*falls to the side*

"I've found a poison that works!"

[sea-of-dandelions]

EBG Participants !!

@heyitslanesl

Strikes:

Pass: Used

Assigned bias: Viper (Valorant)

Original Biases: Vesper, Harper, Omen, Cypher, Dainsleif, HOTV, Kevin Kaslana, Raiden Mei, Su

@venvens

Strikes: |

Pass: Unused

Assigned bias: Omen (Valorant)

Original Biases: sulien "sandrone" ambros, shikanoin heizou, eula lawrence, beidou, tomo, arlecchino, kuki shinobu, neon, viper, sova, fade

@sea-of-dandelions

Strikes: | |

Pass: Used

Assigned bias: Tianwu Chen (HI3)

Original Biases: Tartaglia, Amber, Kamisato Ayaka, La Signora, Xinyan, Sangonomiya Kokomi, Danila (Geochanter), Temur (Pyroslinger), Orobashi, Osial, Beisht, Elzier, Donna, Lawrence Kusuma (OC by me, sea-of-dandelions), Searu, Engel, Arlen (OCs by cerasus--flores) Ohm Ambros, Emil Baudelaire, Honoré La Montagne, Farkas (OCs by heyitslanesl) Leviathan, Simeon, Asmodeus (OM) Murata Himeko, Lyle Collodi (HI3) Shin Tsukimi (YTTD) Taiyo Daisuke (SotF), Midari Ikishima(Kakegurui), Tae Takemi (P5)

@tiredsleep

Strikes:

Pass: Unused

Assigned bias: Tomo / Kazuha's (dead) friend (Genshin)

Original Biases: (Genshin) Kaeya, diluc, childe, Thoma, Ayato, Pantalone, Heizou, Kazuha, Capitano (Jujutsu Kaisen) Gojo, Getou, Shoko, Nobara, Itadori, Hajime Kashimo, (Haikyu) Suna, Oikawa (Bungou Stray Dogs) Dazai (Obey me) Asmodeus, Mammon (Tokyo Revengers) Chifuyu, Kazutora, Rindou (fairytail) Jellal (Valorant) Viper, Fade

@mocha-bunbun

Strikes:

Pass: Unused

Assigned bias: Diluc (Genshin Impact)

Original Biases: Dainsleif, columbina, heizou, kazuha, kokomi

@cerasus--flores

Strikes: |

Pass: Used

Assigned bias: Raiden Mei (HI3)

Original Biases: Xiao, Sucrose, Kaedehara Kazuha, Chongyun, Galin Maher, Decord Harcourt, Natasha Cioara, Fu Hua, Herrscher of Sentience, Tianwu Chen, Lyle Collodi, Honoré La Montagne, Alee Destan

@raincxtter

Strikes: | | |

Pass: Unused

Assigned bias: Xinyan (Genshin Impact)

Original biases: kazuha, Jean, alhaitham, shinobu kocho, gaara, sova, reyna, jett my ocs: nyx, jeonhee, leiyan, key, yeiyang.

↳ ebg m.list

[kalpasio]

The Herrscher of Stars

"The Herrscher of Stars: Fire Moth's Biggest Lie"

A Kalpas x Herrscher!Reader fic, Chapter 1 below!

Growing up, you had always been told that Honkai was the scourge of humanity. Those words had been drilled into your head until ‘Honkai’ and ‘enemy’ became synonymous. Honkai took your family when you were still young, and it took you not long after. You didn’t die, no, you became its weapon, its puppet, a Herrscher.

“The Herrscher of Stars has appeared and destroyed three main Honkai energy reactors.”

“Three MANTISes and five MOTH squads have been gravely injured in the fight against the Herrscher of Stars.”

“The Herrscher of Stars has brought fear to the entire Atlantic coast and is now missing. When, and where will they strike next?”

“The Herrscher of Stars is a mildly popular conspiracy theory that people today are still trying to prove.”

“Good luck,” you scoffed and scrolled past the clickbait video and the four ads with Eden’s face plastered on them to reach the recipe you were trying to get to in the first place. Tugging up your sleeves, you walked across the kitchen to grab the first few ingredients you’d need. Once you’d set them on the counter, you glanced at the list again, then opened the small refrigerator in your apartment.

“It’s been four years since the disaster people claim was the work of the Herrscher of Stars,” the video began playing again. With a groan, you gave up on stopping the exaggerated narration and reached for the eggs.

“Able to manipulate gravity, and reportedly a serious threat that even Fire Moth acknowledges, but they ‘mysteriously’ disappeared in the middle of their attack and haven’t been heard from since. My bet? The Herrscher of Stars is just a coverup for a Fire Moth experiment gone horribly wrong.”

“That’s a new one,” you grumbled to yourself while cracking open the egg and smoothly dropping it into the bowl. Thinking about the incident brought a sense of pride and anger from the Herrscher still locked within your mind. She had done an immense amount of damage, were it not for you fighting against her, she would’ve leveled the coast in hours.

“Behave,” you mentally slapped the Herrscher on the wrist. “I’ll stop making the brownies if you keep trying to get out.” As if to prove the seriousness of your threat, you placed your hands on your hips and took a step away from the counter you’d been working at.

The murderous thoughts slunk back into the depths of your mind and allowed you to resume mixing the batter.

You forgot to preheat the oven.

Closing your eyes and giving a sigh, you stepped over to set the temperature.

“Thank you.” No matter how annoyed you sounded, you truly appreciated the reminder. Hearing thoughts and reminders in a slow, distorted voice had become the norm for you. Most times she was complaining about humans in general, but every so often she could be helpful.

For the remainder of the time you spent stirring, she left you alone with your music. As soon as you slid the pan into the oven, she was back.

How long?

“Twenty minutes,” you rolled your eyes. “You can see the timer just as well as I can.”

Not when you move your stupid eyeballs like that.

Looking pointedly at the timer for five long seconds, you grumbled under your breath the whole time. Causing harm was in your Herrscher’s nature, but at the end of the day, she acted more like a child. The brownies were her reward for being—mostly—quiet on your last mission. Sometimes it felt like you had to put her in a time-out corner, away from the rest of your thoughts.

That childlike behavior extended to her knowledge about the world. Most things were new to her; that had been how you regained control when she first appeared.

“You can’t enjoy a world you’ve killed already,” you had reasoned. And it worked. With a few exceptions, you have been in control of your body ever since. It had been her idea to join Fire Moth.

Hide right under their nose, she’d said. Really, she just wanted to see what it was like, but it was a good way for you to burn off her anger, and Herrscher powers certainly helped in a fight. You never used them to their full extent; increasing gravity until you could crush a building like a tin can was a little overkill, and someone would certainly notice your eyes glowing.

The Herrscher of Stars—you just called her Star—was just as afraid of being caught by the members of Fire Moth as you were. Your death meant her death, and there was still a lot of exploring she wanted to do. It had taken time, but the two of you had learned to live peacefully with humanity and help in the battle against Honkai.

“Oh? Are you going out then?” Eden stood in front of you, beautiful as ever, even after coming back from a weeklong mission.

“Kevin asked me to go with Hua as backup,” you adjusted the strap of the bag over your shoulder. “Can’t ignore the big boss man.” A sigh from you was met with a laugh from Eden.

“No, we can’t,” she sent you that infectious smile of hers, making you shake your head with a smile of your own. “Be careful. Keep Hua safe.”

“You know I will,” you gave a mock salute just to hear Eden laugh again before heading to your dropship. Hua was already on board, sitting calmly, though you could feel the anxiousness coming off of her in waves.

What’s she got to be worried about? Star sneered, making you frown. This is a big job, you thought back, she just wants things to go smoothly. Star scoffed but didn’t say anything else. “I looked over the mission briefing,” you dropped your bag to the floor and took the seat next to the young MANTIS. “It seems pretty straightforward. If I can handle it, you won’t have any problem with something so easy.” Comforting wasn’t your forte, but you still wanted Hua to know she had your support.

“I know,” she went through the motions of preparing for takeoff to avoid nervously tapping her fingers. “But missions that seem simple always end up going wrong.”

“Anything goes wrong, we’ll handle it then. Until something happens, there’s no point in worrying about ‘what-ifs.’” You fastened your seatbelt and kicked your bag under the seat. The rest of the flight was quiet, Hua meditating while you mentally argued with Star.

For someone who could manipulate gravity, she was awfully scared of heights. Anytime you got in a plane, she would start yelling just for the sake of yelling. She could easily create a zero-gravity field and be perfectly safe from falling, but the thought never seemed to help. This meant every flight you were stuck holding her hand. If something distracted you too much and you forgot, she’d start screaming again, demanding your attention.

As soon as the plane touched ground, Star was fine. She’d push you away in your mind, as though just being near you was offensive, then pretend her temper tantrum never happened. Hua got out first; this was really her mission, and you were only supposed to interfere if things went really bad.

For the most part, the job went fine. She may not be the strongest MANTIS, but she still packed a punch—literally. In the end, the mission was just you trailing behind her, occasionally using your lance to knock away a stay bit of debris, and doing your best to keep Star entertained. She was bemoaning your lack of action on the way back to the ship when the call came in.

“Agent Hua, we need you to redirect your path to intercept a different threat.” The voice was a little tinny coming through the communicator, but the message got across. Stopping, you looked at Hua, who was technically the mission leader, waiting for her response.

“Go ahead HQ,” she spoke in a very stern voice that reminded you just how serious she was about being a soldier.

“There is a rogue MANTIS twenty kilometers north of your position.” You frowned at that, and Hua shared a look with you that said she had the same thought. Rogue agents only had two outcomes. Either they were ‘neutralized,’ or captured and brought back to base. Neither was a particularly good option, and fighting a fellow MOTH—potentially a friend—never sat well with you.

“Returning this agent to base is your highest priority. Information will be sent to your dropship for you to review. Contact us once you are en route to base.” The officer on the other end didn’t even bother waiting for a response before cutting the call.

Finally! Something to do, Star cheered.

Nothing good, you thought back.

As promised, the files were sent over, causing the main console on the ship to flash in a bid for your attention. Once you knew who the agent was, the files were unnecessary. Everyone knew Kalpas, and everyone hoped they wouldn’t be the ones tasked with bringing him back that week. Between his fiery temper and equally fiery fists, wrangling him was a nightmare, he’d gone through more adjutants than you knew were even in Fire Moth. So it came as no surprise that his latest one was struggling.

You knew his current superior officer, actually. Her name was Mandy, and she was the most strait-laced MOTH you had the displeasure of knowing. Honestly, you were impressed she lasted this long—a whole two days! Kalpas must be slacking; you wouldn't last a day before putting in a transfer request.

“A straight confrontation won’t go well,” Hua leaned back in her seat as you flew to your new objective.

“No… How comfortable are you with using Fenghuang Down?” She brought her hand to her chin in thought at hearing your question.  

“Reasonably. I assume you want to use that to try and stop him?”

“That’s our best bet, don’t you think?” you eyed the girl who nodded slowly. “I’ll distract him, you knock him out. We have some sedatives on the ship we can use until we get back if we have to.”

“Will you be ok fighting him?” Hua allowed the slightest bit of worry to slip into her voice.

I’ll send him straight to hell! Star was beginning to get fired up.

“Yeah, I can handle a couple of minutes of dodging,” you gave a reassuring smile.

Things had not gone to plan. Kalpas had spotted Hua almost immediately and moved faster than you could keep up with. Luckily, you caught him in time, Hua was alive, just knocked out. That meant your initial strategy was down the drain and Star chanting for you to kill the MANTIS in front of you was making it hard to think.

Shut up for a second, will you?! you shouted into your mind, eyes flashing a deep blue for a moment. Any time your anger got the better of you, she’d try to come out, but you quickly dragged her back. Kalpas didn’t notice your internal struggle, too preoccupied with trying to knock your head off.

The fight was not going well, and with Hua out of commission, you were running low on options. Kalpas zeroed in on your distraction and lunged for you. You may not have panicked, but Star certainly did.

Survival mode kicked in and you were kicked out. Less than a second later, your eyes were the color of the night sky, and your outstretched hand glowed blinding white like the stars you were named after. Kalpas was lifted into the air, where he hung for a moment. Clenching your fist, the star in your hand collapsed into a blackhole, pulling him back down to the ground and pinning him in place from the drastic increase of gravity. He snarled in frustration, but even his fire was under your control, keeping him safely away from you.

Arguing with Star, she gave you some control, ensuring that the MOTH wasn’t completely crushed. Still holding the swirling blackhole in your hand, you kneeled next to Kalpas and gave him a shot of the sedative, not letting the gravity field go until his flames were extinguished. Closing your eyes, you let out a deep breath. When you opened them again, the dark blue identifying you as a Herrscher was gone, only a barely-there ring on the outside of your iris.

With Kalpas officially down for the count, the next thing you needed to do was make sure Hua was ok. A quick nudge was all it took to get a groan from her. Now satisfied that she was working on waking herself up, you went back to Kalpas and picked him up with a grunt. Carrying around your lance was no mean feat, but you usually cheated and lowered gravity around you to make it easier to swing. With Hua walking so close to you, you were forced to carry Kalpas back to the ship the old-fashioned way.

I had a typo that said "The Bathe against Honkai" instead of "battle" and I am so sorry if there are more mistakes that bad. Also the top trending search on the HI3 wiki is "Herrschers" and I'm convinced it's because I open the tab like every 5 minutes. You would think I'd know the order by now

[kalpasio]

aaaaa hello! I wanna say that I absolutely love your stuff 😭😭 thank you for feeding the kalpas community,, it was exactly what i needed 🙏🙏

also may i request a kalpas x herrscher!reader 👀👀 i'll let you decide what you wanna do about it^^^

I think you were the first person to mention me feeding the kalpas community and I'm like only now getting to it but I can't tell you how happy it made me to see that lol

Like I've said with every other request, sorry this took so long! I posted this at the end of the last chapter I think, but it's a rant so I don't really expect you to read it How Kalpas would act with a Herrscher!Reader I think would change a lot depending on the time, which is true for most things, but if this wasn't the time you wanted, or if you just want to send in another request, let me know! I know I say this a lot, but it was a lot of fun writing this, and I really appreciate you sending the ask!!!

Chapter list is here:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

[kalpasio]

The Herrscher of Stars

The Herrscher of Stars: Content at Last

A Kalpas x Herrscher!Reader fic, Chapter 7, the final chapter below!

You were laying on your back on the floor of your bedroom, looking at the ceiling. Elysia had worn you out, listing anything that could be considered a date and suggesting every one. It was exhausting just listening to her, but then she got Eden in on it and the two of them started talking about what clothes to wear to which dates.

At some point it just became the two of them planning a date and you were able to sneak out. Star had officially tapped out at five minutes in, and you guessed she was still asleep. Unfortunately for you, the talk with Elysia had left you with a lot to think about, and your brain was too awake for you to sleep any time soon. When you heard a knock, you glanced at the time and realized you’d been on the floor for twenty minutes. Dropping your head back on the ground, you gave a loud ‘it’s open,’ and waited.

“What are you doing.” Kalpas stood over you, his question seemed more like an accusation of you doing something you shouldn’t.

“Thinking,” you mumbled, looking back up at him. “You’re very cute from this angle.” Kalpas said nothing, but crouched down next to you, balancing on the balls of his feet. He was to your side now, so you couldn’t see him without turning your head, which was way too much work.

“You’re cute form that angle too, but I’m guessing you’re over there because you don’t want me to see you,” you sighed.

“What are you thinking about?” You couldn’t tell if he was annoyed he had to ask, or just regular Kalpas-annoyed.

“Thinking about what Emile would say.” The leather of Kalpas’ gloves creaked, and you knew every muscle in his body was tense at your words. That didn’t stop you from continuing on. “He’d expect you to be stubborn, but I bet he’d be mad at me for how I’m acting. Call me an idiot and force us to get along.”

“No,” Kalpas was firm in his response, but took a second to elaborate. He sat on the floor next to you with his legs crossed. “He’d call you an idiot, but only after trying to kill me four times.”

“Only four?” You turned your head to look at him now, and Kalpas met your eyes with a glare.

“Four was the most he’d ever do in one day. He’d be tired of our shit after one day.” He spoke in a low tone, though it didn’t make him sound any less intimidating.

“Is that what happened when you fought over who’s turn it was to pick a movie? He tried to kill you four times, then you caved?”

“Three. The fourth he threatened to involve you.”

“And here I thought he liked me. Turns out he wanted me dead too,” you gave a dry laugh and looked back at the ceiling. The man next to you scoffed.

“He wouldn’t hurt you.” He was extremely confident, the loud Kalpas you were used to coming back. “I would’ve had his head before he could.”

“You’d defend a Herrscher?” you asked, looking more confident than you felt.

“I would defend you.” There was no hesitation in his response, and you could hear the aggression plain as day.

“Can we stop doing…whatever this is? I left my good blanket in your room.”

He stood and looked down at you, still laying on the floor. “Get up.”

“You’re asking an awful lot,” you sighed and made one move to stand before Kalpas threw you over his shoulder instead.

“I asked you to stand. How is that a lot?”

“It’s a lot of work! Besides, why would I ever pass up this view?” You heard a grunt, and then you were in front of him being held under your armpits.

“Stop talking about my ass or I’m dropping you.”

You mimed zipping your lips shut and Kalpas threw you back over his shoulder. “I wasn’t talking about your ass, but now that you mention it—” You fell on your bed with an ‘oof’ and watched him walk past.

“You have five minutes to start walking before I lock my door.”

“Wait, wait!” your door closed behind him, and you scrambled to get out of bed and follow. “No more comments on your ass, promise!” you said once you caught up. A beat passed, then, “What about your arms?”

Thank you so much for reading this!!!! There are obviously ways to do this sorta story without it being angsty, but my brain just defaulted to "angst" or "extra angst." I also think that like how Kalpas would act with a Herrscher!Reader would change a lot depending on when they meet. Like at this point it was fine, if it was after the Herrscher of Corruption, we know he was upset about Rin being killed, I think he'd be more chill. ER he obviously takes some time to warm up to Mei, but he's still one of the first ones to meet her, she's a Herrscher, but also a good opponent and I think the second matters more to him. Anyways that's my rant for the story.

I really really hope you liked it, and I'm sorry it's so scuffed rn, I will fix it when I have a brain. I'm not committing to a specific time cause it's probably just gonna be whenever I take a break from hw but it'll happen also I'm realizing that saying "will be edited" sounds like I'm gonna change the plot. Nah, I'm just gonna do the thing I'm supposed to do before posting and read the story and get rid of spelling errors

It's edited now! Hopefully!

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The Herrscher of Stars

The Herrscher of Stars: Done With This Bullshit

A Kalpas x Herrscher!Reader fic, Chapter 6 below!

Kalpas…wasn’t happy. Where most people went through the five stages of grief, he just skipped straight to anger and never really got to the rest. What he was angry at or about changed every day. Sometimes it was Emile he was mad about. Other times it was a mission, or Kevin, or his shoe coming untied.

Sometimes it was you.

He tried to kill you twice that first week. It was your fault. You were a Herrscher. You killed him. At the very least you stood by while he died. You should’ve known what was happening!

Just because I’m a Herrscher doesn’t mean I know what every other Herrscher is planning. It’s not your fault. He’s just throwing a fit.

“Things must be bad if you’re the one trying to comfort me,” you gave a sad laugh and harshly rubbed some tears away with your hand.

I’m not comforting. I’m being rational. I can’t see anything when you keep crying like this.

“Emile is dead and Kalpas hates my guts. What do you expect me to do?”

Cry.

“There you go.” You sniffled then gave an extra loud sob. Star sighed but rested her hand on your shoulder and left you in peace for the rest of the night.

You found Kalpas sitting alone in one of the holo-training rooms. The panel outside listed it as empty when you checked, but there he sat on the floor with his back facing you. One leg was bent out to his side, and the other up so his arm could rest on it. In his hands he slowly spun one of the knives you’d seen Emile use so often. After a second of staring, you shook your head and went to leave, but he stopped you.

“He’s in one of those Divine Keys,” he growled. “I’m going to find him. No one else should have him. When I do, I’m going to kill you.” The room heated to a nearly unbearable temperature, but you couldn't notice over your own blood boiling. Letting out a sharp breath, you made to leave the room again, only to be grabbed and thrown further in. Kalpas only threw one punch before you snapped.

“Enough!” He was forced to the wall beside you, pressed flat against it, unable to move. Walking towards him with narrowed eyes, you looked straight at him and spoke. “I am responsible for thousands of deaths, but not his. Find someone else to blame.”

You waited a few seconds for a response, but none ever came. Kalpas stared at you, but none of the signs that identified you as a Herrscher were there. No glowing eyes, all that rage, frustration and hurt came straight from you. Force holding him to the wall may have come from Star, but the fury in every action was you alone.

He wasn’t one to forget easily; you doubted he’d change, but you weren’t going to sit around and be his personal punching bag anymore.

“This wouldn’t have happened if they let me build the Divine keys,” Vill-V raised her hands to her shoulders and shook her head, but that secret smile she wore never slipped.

”You wouldn’t be building them, and I doubt The Expert needs the construction of a thousand Divine Keys on top of her current projects.” You looked around the workspace trying to find the part you’d come up for in the first place.

“Don’t you make someone else do all the work for you? Well fighting in this case.” She gave a smug look when you froze, and Star laughed.

She’s right, you know.

“Could you just ask your boyfriend to stop destroying things? Repairing Divine Keys is more annoying than building them,” Vill-V glossed over the fact that she’d called you out as a Herrscher and found a different nerve to poke instead.

“Kalpas isn’t my boyfriend,” you forgot what you were looking for and stared blankly at the workbench.

“But—”

“Generally, relationships where one party tries to kill the other are considered toxic,” you sent her a look that said ‘drop it,’ but when does Vill-V ever listen.

“You haven’t even tried! Besides, trying to kill you is just how Kalpas shows he cares. Look at how many times he’s tried to kill Kevin!”

“You try to kill Kevin too.”

“Yeah, but that’s cause it’d be cool,” she grinned. “Look,” she got serious for a moment, “they’re talking about putting him back in the Deep End if this keeps up. I don’t want him ruining my masterpiece!”

“I’ll see what I can do,” you grumbled, forgetting about the part you needed, and left.

You didn’t have to do anything, it turns out. Kevin and Su ended up finding Kalpas, and as far as you could tell, he was given a slap on the wrist, told not to go near any Keys of Domination, and set free.

At the very least, that last part was true. He came to your door the next day. Emile’s knife was in a holster strapped to his thigh, and he looked ready to kill you. Instantly, you had two star lances summoned behind you. No one outside the door could see them, but Kalpas knew the threat they posed.

“I need you to find Emile.”

“No.” You started closing the door, but a hand stopped the motion and forced it back open.

“He was the only one that tried to kill me. I need to be the one to kill him. Not some useless Herrscher.”

You squinted your eyes and furrowed your brow at him for a moment before giving up. “I don’t follow your logic at all, and I’m not gonna help you destroy some of our best weapons against the Honkai.”

Kalpas growled and his grip on your door was turning the metal a bright orange. “They’re going to do the same thing to you. Put you in some shitty weapon and give you to someone who doesn’t deserve your power. You think they care that—”

“I think I’m done listening to your bullshit. I know you care about Emile, but he’s not some weapon, he’s not in that core, the Herrscher is. When I die, it’s not me in that weapon, it’s the Herrscher of Stars.”

As you spoke your voice rose in volume. Quietly, you added, “I miss him too. I wish I could help. Maybe then you'd remember how much I cared about you.” He didn’t stop you as you closed the door this time, his hand slipping away.

Kalpas tried. After weeks of getting nothing but anger from him, you finally got what could maybe, possibly, be considered a normal conversation. He was still talking about wrecking things, but not specifically Divine Keys. Taking into account how little you two really spoke when on good terms, this was at least a step in the right direction in your eyes.

In his eyes, everything was fixed. You’d talked, and everything was fine now. That night, he came to your room and asked, “What the hell are you doing.” When you told him you weren’t sleeping in his room, you weren’t prepared to see someone pout so visibly without being able to see their face. The pout quickly turned into a very angry scowl that erased any smile on your face. Despite his clear annoyance, he didn’t drag you out of your room. He got hotter, but his temper stayed in check, and he left with nothing more than a scoff.

He didn’t really know how to get back to being as close as you had been before. Emile had really done…everything. Movie nights were his idea, any meals together were because he knew everyone’s schedule. Even the first night you’d slept in the same bed had been his idea.

As nice as you were trying to be, it was clear you still didn’t trust Kalpas. He liked it when people tried to kill him, and you simply weren’t a fan. That made the weeks of murder attempts after Emile's death a little awkward to work around. There was no convenient loss of heat to force you to spend time together, and you weren’t providing much for him to work with in terms of free time. Kalpas thought he had a chance when an agent claimed you were a Herrscher, but you handled that yourself.

“I’m pretty sure every Herrscher so far has been killed,” you didn’t even blink at the accusation.

“Not the Herrscher of Stars!”

“The Herrscher that appeared once and then never again? Like every other Herrscher? Because Fire Moth kills them?” You moved to walk past the agent, but he blocked your path, even Kalpas’ growling not deterring him.

“I saw them! The night the Herrscher of darkness attacked!”

“You mean when it was so dark no one could see their own nose? I don’t know why you’re so convinced it’s me—”

“You use the same weapon!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, “And so do two hundred other MOTHs on base.” Your gaze turned steely as you finally stepped past him. “Go bother one of them. Or better yet, report me to Dr. Mei. I’m sure she’d love it if you were to waste her time.”

“A little birdie told me you and Kalpas are on bad terms.” Elysia was standing outside the door to your meeting and followed you as you left.

“I think listening to birds as often as you do is grounds for a chat with Su.”

“Nah, this birdie was just me,” she giggled. “I haven’t seen you two spend much time together since…”

“I’m tired of telling people I don’t like it when someone tries to kill me.” You stopped walking and ran a hand over your face in frustration.

“That’s just how Kalpas shows he cares—”

“And I’m tired of hearing that too!” Your hand flew down to your side and your eyes bored into the girl in front of you.

“Have you tried reading my ‘Guide to Kalpas for Dummies’?”

“I really don’t think that will help…”

“Probably not!” Elysia grinned at your eyeroll. “But I want to help! Kalpas is so much nicer to work with when he’s not moping.”

“Moping?”

“Yeah! He’s all sad you’re not talking to him so he just beaks everything on missions.”

“He does that anyway!”

“Yeah, but now he’s sad while doing it!”

“Elysia!”

“I think you two should kiss,” she nodded with her eyes closed and a finger raised in the air. Peaking an eye open, she saw your scowl and tried again. “I think you two should have a very sexually charged fight.” Looking again, she saw you’d left and had to run down the hall after you.

“Pleeeeaase? I want you two to be happy. That’s all.”

“Reminder: being attacked does not make me happy.”

“He attacked you before and you two got along fine after that! What’s different this time?”

You walked slower and slower before coming to a stop. Elysia looked at you curiously, not speaking to give you a chance to think.

“We’re both scared?” you whispered. “I don’t know.”

“Have you tried—” Elysia cut herself off. “I don’t know how well talking would work actually…hmmm.”

“He wants Emile back and I’m just the next best thing,” you grumbled angrily.

“I know that’s not true. He cared for you both before and he still cares for you both now. At least give him a chance!” She spoke sternly, catching your attention. Holding up a finger again, she smiled. “One date!” You blinked at her for a moment.

“I don’t think we’ve ever been on a proper date…” Elysia blinked at you now, her smile becoming a confused frown.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s always been lunch in the cafeteria or just sitting around together.” You shrugged, it had never really occurred to you before, and certainly didn’t bother you.

“Ok. Soooo we’re gonna fix that first, and then everything should be fine!” The girl didn’t give you much of a choice, holding your hand and skipping down the hall.

I don't think I've ever had this many page breaks, yike. alSO THANK YOU WORD FOR CHANING "KALPAS" TO BOTH "K'LPAS" AND "KALP'S" I'M GONNA SHRIEK. STOP CORRECTING ME WHEN I DON'T ASK FOR ITTTTTTTTTT WHERE DID THAT EVEN COME FROM????????????

I hope you know every time I type "ot" and then find it, it physically pains me. also extra fuck word for NEVER POINTING "OT" OUT (I need a different document program before I lose my marbles)

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The Herrscher of Stars

The Herrscher of Stars: Concerned, Furious, and Hurt

A Kalpas x Herrscher!Reader fic, Chapter 5 below!

I feel like a high schooler.

You’re acting like one too, Star spoke in a bored tone.

Have I done something to offend him? Your hands fidgeted without you noticing while you thought about the few interactions you had with Emile recently.

Please just ask him, you’re driving me insane. She may not have provided much comfort, but Star had put up with the brunt of your anxious thoughts lately. You were largely stressed by your relationship with Emile and Kalpas because you 1) didn’t know what to call it, and 2) Emile was blatantly avoiding you all of a sudden.

Kalpas you expected not to actively seek you out, but the two of you still shared meals together at least somewhat frequently. The fact that you had two boyfriends that you weren’t sure were your boyfriend, and neither really wanted to talk to you was nerve-racking to say the least. Were they only now bothered by the fact that you were a Herrscher? Had something changed? Or were they just plain fed up?

It took you a full day to track down Emile, and when you did, he just looked shocked. “Why would I be upset with you?”

“I just haven’t seen much of you lately, I guess,” you shrugged.

And he leaves rooms when you enter, and he’s sleeping in his own room again, and he ignores your messages, and—

Yes! Thank you, Star! Shaking your head, you took a deep breath. “Look, I just want to know you’re alright. If something’s bothering you, I’m always here to talk; even if that something is me.”

“I’ve just been busy. Kalpas breaks so much shit I have to become a shut-in to get all the paperwork done.” He laughed at his joke, but barely smiled for it.

“Let me know if there’s anything I can help with,” you gave him a smile, and got a grimace in return.

“Do you think something’s up with Emile?” Kalpas was in the training room, you had come down to talk to him, and it wasn’t proving very useful. When he gave his third ‘I don’t fucking know,’ of the night, you groaned and fell onto the short wall around the ring. Your head and arms were over the side and reaching towards the ground, but you weren’t worried about getting hit.

“Why do you think something’s up with Emile?” Sakura asked while jumping back to avoid a series of punches.

“Apart from how he’s been acting, something just feels off. Like it’s right on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t figure out what it is.”

Sakura fell heavily into the wall next to you but didn’t even look winded. Kalpas stood in the center of the ring, his fists filled with flame while he waited for her to move so he wouldn’t hit you.

“Quit worrying,” he grunted while ramming Sakura with his shoulder.

“He hasn’t tried to kill you in a week!” you looked up in frustration and saw Kalpas pause, leaving an opening his opponent happily took advantage of. There was no response, but at least you knew he was thinking about it now.

The next day, Kalpas told you he got the same bullshit excuse you did. Emile was still talking to him, though. If you were on the same side of the base, he would hide or find a way around you. It wasn’t particularly mature, but you’d had enough. You started sleeping in your own room again, eating at odd times to avoid them both, and picking up as many missions as you could. Anything to be away from them.

“A full-fledged Herrscher!”

“A mighty and powerful Herrscher!”

“And you couldn’t even find us hiding right in plain sight!”

A chorus of laughter filled the empty theater.

A thousand voices laughing at you.

“You didn’t care about him.”

“That’s why you didn’t notice us.”

“You didn’t even notice him in the first place!”

More of the obnoxious cackling echoed around you.

They’re wrong. They’re lying! You kept repeating to yourself. While you were curling in on yourself in despair, Star was growing more and more furious.

“A thousand strong, you say?” She mocked in your voice. “All I see are a thousand weaklings about to be snuffed out!”

“Yes! Yes! Show us the power of the Herrscher of Stars!”

Distantly, you could feel your hand being brought above your head. Power swelled in the core in your chest, and moved up your arm. Something was wrong here. It felt like you were wading through a bog trying to grab onto a thought that was being pushed further away by the water as you moved. They were excited to see you use your powers and—and what? It was almost like—did they want to see—

Star wait!

A flash of light, and you felt the power leave your hand.

When your momentary blindness passed, your hand was still outstretched, but Elysia stood in front of you.

“Hi!~” She sent a wink over her shoulder. A single arrow flew into the sky and a crystal dome covered the entire platform you were on. Spears of light bounced all around you, piercing each and every one of the puppets in seconds.

When the crystal fell down around you, it revealed a large black and gold sphere imprinted with the same symbol you’d seen on every doll, marking it as property of the Herrscher of Domination. It floated up, as though held by strings, arms and legs rising as well. The initial piece rotated until two red glowing eyes stared into your own. All the pieces moved together to slam into the platform, the limbs spread out like fingers on a hand.

“One Herrscher versus two?” Elysia winked at you. “This hardly seems fair.” The puppet slowly rose to stand again, but this time when it met your eyes, it saw Star’s instead. A snarl formed on your face, and one lance at your feet became dozens of light beams behind you.

Elysia may have been kidding before, but the fight barely lasted a few seconds. Both of you bombarded the puppet with attacks, snapping the invisible strings, and shattering its body. As the puppet crumbled, so did the theater around you. Elysia grabbed your hand and started running. You both dove through a portal and landed on the floor inside Su’s personal meditation room. He must’ve used Cosmic Juggernaut to get Elysia into the Theater of Domination.

“Thank you both,” you panted while standing shakily. “Does—”

“Dr. Mei has no clue this happened. She’s probably still looking for a way to get Kevin inside,” Elysia giggled. “Thank you, again Su!”

I thought I was getting better at writing angy fire man but I'm just writing toasty man. Which is also good, but not Kalpas and uhhh he needs to have a little more roasty with his toasty

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The Herrscher of Stars

The Herrscher of Stars: Finally Gets to Rest

A Kalpas x Herrscher!Reader fic, Chapter 4 below!

Without thinking, you had guided Star back to your old home. The place she technically had been born. The Epicenter of the fabled Herrscher of Stars eruption. Of course, any buildings in the vicinity were nothing more than dust after being compressed by a force a thousand time stronger than Earth’s gravity. Further out, however, some structures were still around, simply abandoned.

Star had dropped you in an old bakery you used to frequent. Inside, the glass case was shattered, along with the front windows. Two tables were upturned, a third you had seen about two blocks away. After so many years, the flour on the ground had been replaced with dust and dirt.

Next to the bakery was a set of stairs that led to a small apartment on the floor above. The door was open, and wouldn’t shut properly anymore, but the inside was in decent shape, considering all that had happened outside.

Again, the floor was a mess, covered in rubble and broken glass. All the windows had been boarded up, someone must’ve been here at some point, but it certainly hadn’t been recent. The tools used for the job were still out on the floor, though any nails had long since rolled away. All the natural light in the rooms came through the little gaps between the wood, leaving most of the apartment shadowed. An old brick fireplace sat in the main room, and there was one in both bedrooms.

Looking in each room, you found them completely empty. People used to live here. There were memories here, but all you could see was empty space. It made sense, logically. The people that used to live here would come back for anything of sentimental value. Scavengers would’ve taken the rest—including beds, apparently. You remembered there being a fabric store down the street, but that definitely would’ve been raided already.

Checking a few more apartments, you were able to scrounge up a few blankets and found a pullout couch. Probably a bit difficult for people to take, and not worth enough for the trouble. Since all the other homes were mostly destroyed, you brought your findings back to the bakery. Zero gravity made moving a cinch, and you were asleep within an hour of reaching your town.

As hungry as you were—and would be when you woke up—you’d just used powers you hadn’t touched in years, flown through most of the night, and had done all that on less than an hours worth of sleep. Exhaustion took precedence, and you were out like a light.

Star had appeared in your dreams before but tended to avoid it because it left you unrested, and she hated being tired as much as you did. After such a strange night, however, you figured a dream chat was understandable.

“I’ve put us in a coma,” she spoke while inspecting her nails.

“What?! I know I said ‘lay low,’ but this is not what I meant!”

“Calm down,” she rolled her eyes, which did nothing to help your anger. “You need to rest after that fight. You’re not used to using my Herrscher powers, and your body is exhausted.”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere; this is not at all safe,” you put your hands on your hips and scowled.

“You’ll be asleep, but I’ll still be up. If anything happens, I’ll wake us up.”

“But—"

“Go to sleep,” she waved her hand and left you to more pleasant dreams.

“Has It been a week?” Your throat was beyond dry and sounded like you’d swallowed rocks. Every part of your body hurt—especially your back—from laying still for so long.

Four days. I heard a shuttle touch down, and someone’s walking around.

It was stupid to come back here, you thought while struggling to stand up. Of course the Herrscher of Stars would return to the only other place they’ve been seen.

It was your idea, and it’s too late now. Just get up and get the hell out of here.

You managed that first part, but the door to your stolen bedroom opened before you could even stand without the wall’s help. Kalpas stood on the other side. Immediately one of your eyes turned dark blue, but you hissed and ducked down, bringing a hand to your head in pain. A splitting headache took over all your senses for a second, your body was still weak from using Star's powers and you knew fighting just wasn’t an option.

“You think just because you protected the base you get a vacation?” You looked up at Kalpas, confused by his words. Instead of the flames you expected, he was leaning a shoulder against the doorway with his arms crossed and one leg in front of the other. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he looked relaxed.

“Whatever,” he pushed off the frame and took two steps across the room to stand in front of you. “Let’s go. You go AWOL for two weeks they change your name to ‘mia’ or something.”

“What?” your voice croaked, and you coughed right after. Kalpas scoffed and thew you over his shoulder. You couldn’t exactly argue with him right now; your body did feel like a sack of potatoes, may as well get carried like one.

“Why do I even bother trying to talk with you? All you say is ‘what?’” he mocked, but all you could do was weakly slap his back. “I’m taking you back to base,” he spoke loudly, as though you wouldn’t understand otherwise. “And you’re going to shower because you’re covered in dust. Then you can say ‘what?’ all you want.”

The shower got bumped to the fourth task on your list. First was eating and getting some water. Then you had to go to the medbay and get checked out. After around fifteen minutes of sitting there, they let you go plead your case with your senior officers. Elysia came skipping out of their office and told you not to bother.

Clearly, you had spent the past few days on a mission for her. It was supposed to be quick—that’s why she didn’t report it—and things went bad—that’s why you smelled like a construction site. Finally, you got that shower, and you took your sweet time getting all the spiderwebs out of your hair. Star was silent the whole time, making you worried.

It might be a trap, she whispered as though someone might hear her.

“If it is, then at least we’re rested and prepared.” Pulling the blankets up to your chin, you sighed. “And I’m honestly too tired to care.”

Why is he still following us?

I don’t know.

Ask him!

You let out a huff. “Kalpas, why are you still following me?”

“Because I asked him to,” Emile sat at your table, stirring sugar into his coffee.

“And you asked him to because…?”

He shrugged. “Something to do. You actually respond when I call you, so I can find him, and it keeps him out of trouble.” Emile took a sip of his coffee while pointing a thumb at Kalpas who grumbled.

“I really think it just puts me in trouble. I’ve nearly become shish kebabs,” you pointed at Emile, “and Barbeque,” Kalpas got a glare now. Your argument didn’t work. After a week, you came to accept it. A month and you realized Emile was just trying to pawn his job off to you. Kalpas knew it too, but he’d gotten used to being around you, and having a break from being stabbed was nice once in a while. For you, having someone other than Star to talk to was a breath of fresh air.

When winter moved in, you actually had people who would eat all the cookies you made, instead of Star demanding you eat them yourself until you were sick. Emile especially seemed to be happy about the cold weather. “Who doesn’t like free shit?” he argued, but you knew he had an addiction to eggnog. He wouldn’t even put anything in it, he just drank the stuff at every opportunity.

“It only comes out once a year! Gotta enjoy it while it lasts!”

“Why don’t you just make your own?” you weren’t looking, but your offhanded comment made Emile break out into a grin. The next week and a half, you and Kalpas were forced to try every eggnog recipe on the planet.

“Why couldn’t you keep your mouth shut?” Kalpas groaned as a third glass was placed in front of you both.

“Trust me. I wish I had,” you mumbled into your arm resting on the table.

When the heat went out in the dorms, you went to Emile’s apartment, expecting his quarters to be nicer and still warm. Unfortunately for Kalpas, that was not the case, and both of you went to his door next. Being a MANTIS, he had a much nicer room, but his heat was out too. He just hadn’t noticed, and when Emile shoved his way into the room, it really did feel like it still had heat.

Most agents were sent to other bases, but you three stayed, with you and Emile practically glued to Kalpas’ side. You may or may not have abused your powers to make a sun to stay warm. It was hard to keep up, but Star whining about the cold was more annoying than the cold itself. The potentially awkward situation of sharing a bed didn’t bother you in the slightest, it was so cold, you’d take any warmth you could get. Not even two days after the heat went out, it was fixed. That night, you got to sleep in your own bed for about five minutes.

Emile knocked on your door with a scowling—probably, you couldn’t be sure—Kalpas behind him. “Are you ready for bed?” He asked nicely, but wore the same smile he used when throwing knives at Kalpas.

“I was just in—”

“Yes or no question.”

“Yes?” You were incredibly confused, and then concerned when his smile grew.

“Great! Let’s go,” he jerked his head and started walking away. Kalpas grabbed your wrist and started pulling you down the hall after Emile. Your “leader” waited outside the door to Kalpas’ room while you caught up, then unlocked it and held it open so you could be dragged in.

Emile was the first one in bed, then Kalpas who was still holding onto your wrist, meaning you were pulled onto the bed as well. “Good night!” Emile sounded so proud of himself as he turned the light off.

“Why am I here?” you asked into the dark.

“Go to sleep,” Kalpas grumbled beside you.

The next night went much the same, and you gave up trying to sleep in your room after the third night of being woken up and moved to another bed. Kalaps’ bed was nicer than yours, and it was warmer than yours. That combined with the fact that he had his own bathroom and a much larger kitchen had you sold.

Most nights, Kalpas would sleep in the middle and be a personal heater for you and Emile. The first time Emile was in the middle, you complained about him hogging all the warmth for a solid five minutes, but he was much more willing to cuddle than Kalpas, so it balanced out. Being in the middle yourself was the safest feeling in the world, but it could also be a bit much.

Kalpas wanted to be touching you both to know you were there, so his arm was over you, pressing you and Emile together. On your other side, Emile would be fine when you all fell asleep, but overnight, he would try to take up as much space as possible. On more than one occasion, you woke to find his arm resting on your face, and if you moved that, his leg would kick yours in search for more room.

The first night it happened, you tried to roll over Kalpas and trade places with him, but right when you were over him, he pulled you down, and that’s where you stayed for most of the night. Emile woke you by whisper yelling into your ear about how ‘sharing is caring.’ Kalpas grabbed your unused pillow and you thought he was going to cover his ears, but instead he smacked Emile with so much force, dust came out of the pillow. Your shocked face made Emile laugh, and he just took the new pillow and moved closer to you both for another fifteen minutes of sleep.

I love copying these into ao3 cause I get to see the red squigglys under every time I write "Kalpas" and I go "oof" and then don't change it :)