#kaesaria

[t4tgrellthello]

spreading my rosadainkae agenda over here🙏

[artbysarf]

Kaeya when Rosaria beats people up in front of him:

[makiandcheese]

i saw the post and had to put these two in

[kaeyas-wifehusband]

Kaeya: Rosaria is so hot that she makes me look like a Make-a-Wish patient who asked for pussy.

Diluc:..Kaeya, what the absolute fuck-

[vampirellax]

also my unhealthy obsession with kaesariabedo is back and i need to absolutely feed from fanfics of them

[cheesy-breezy]

spark spark

[janyxbeloved]

Truly a festive season. 1/2

JanyxBeloved's Christmas special.

Notes: Please keep in mind that this is my au, I don't wanna see people say "But they haven't even met??" So please, I'll respect your headcanons/opinions if you respect mine. I don't want anyone's holiday to be ruined, but have a very merry Christmas and a blessed new year. ❤️

The winds are bustling, snow is falling lightly, and of course, the alumni and students of Teyvat Central School for highschool and college (TCSHSC) are gathering for the usual school Christmas carnival.

Each group has their own special traditions, such as caroling, exchange gifts, picnic under the moonlight, gingerbread houses and a(my) personal favorite NGL.

Let's see what the alumni are up to.

Shenhe: Hm... It's not cold. Why'd you wear an extra layer of clothes?

Yelan: The fuck you mean "it's not cold"?! It's fucking 32 degrees out here!

Shenhe: I didn't ask for you to explain that but atleast wear a winter coat next time-

Ei: I missed this place quite much...

Yae Miko: Uh-huh, nothing much changed since we were students...

Nilou: Brr... It's colder than I thought...

Cyno: I snow right?

Tighnari: I still can't believe I married you...

Cyno: C'mon, Nari, I snow you love me snow much.

Nilou: How are we related...

Navia: Speaking of married, Clorinde, heard you got married. Who's the lucky fellow?

Clorinde: Wriothesly. He's with Sigewinne right now.

Tighnari: NO WAY! SPILL THE BEANS GIRL!

Makoto: WHAT?! NO WAY!

Clorinde: Crazy. I know.

Guizhong: Now I'm really interested!

Zhongli: Seriously?! You're married?

Nahida: Is he treating you well?!

Ganyu and Keqing: *Building a snowman*

(The other adults are probably Master of Ceremony or watching over their kids/siblings, or didn't even plan to show up yet)

As that's happening, let's see what the college students are up to.

Kaeya: Merry Christmas bitches!

Noelle: Kaeya, I don't think-

Eula: Merry Christmas assholes!

Kaveh: This is encouraging! Thanks! (He was being sarcastic about it and he's going mad)

Barbara: Watch you language please-

Alhaitham: You don't swear?-

Arlecchino: She doesn't, but Noelle sure as hell does.

Noelle: Hey!

Aether: Guys, watch where you're stepping!-

Lumine: We have a project!

Jeht: So do we!-

Xiao: Some Christmas break this is, working on projects before Christmas break... Then continuing it while you're having Christmas break...

Rosalyne: Mhm... I still didn't finish my report.

Lisa: We had a report...?

Arlecchino: I already passed mine.

Ayaka: Wait--- Did I pass my Business proposal?!

Yoimiya: I did it for the both of us, remember?-

Columbina, Shogun and Rosaria: *They were out caroling*

Time to see what the Highschool department is up to. The Christmas party seems to be going smoothly

Tsaritsa: Xiangling, you're in charge of reading the NGL confessions. Sucrose, monitor the gingerbread stations. Bennett, make sure the food is still warm, Dori make sure no one gets locked in random places. Diona, you're stationed to the drinks.

Surcrose, Xiangling, Bennett, Dori and Diona: Ma'am, yes ma'am!

Xingqiu: Gaming, Chongyun, you two look so cute in those matching sweaters!

Gaming: I didn't wanna wear it though-

Chongyun: He's not wrong. These sweaters do look nice on us.

YunJin: For once they aren't beefing, what a relief-

Xinyan: Don't jinx it.

Fischl: I like this hot cocoa. What's in it?

Diona: A bit of sugar, cocoa powder, marshmallows and love.

Fischl: It's delicious, really!

Diona: Aww shucks... My dad taught me the recipe...

Fischl: Aww, that's actually so sweet!

HuTao: Mm... Yanfei, you have something-

Yanfei: Oh, thanks! *She wipes her mouth*

Lyney: What if we wrap Mika in gift wrap-

Freminet: No! You can't do that to my best friend-

Lynette: The closet you're hiding in is made of glass Freminet.

Collei: Same goes for you.

Razor and Layla: OHHHHH!

Venti: The closet is very much transparent for them-

Furina: *Chokes on her hot cocoa* BAHAHAHAHA!

Mika and Charlotte: *Unaware of what's going on but happily chatting*

Heizou: Will you go with me on the ice rink?-

Kazuha: I already said yes-

Sayu: Be careful out there.

Klee: Is the snow edible?

Sigewinne: What if someone peed in it?

Qiqi: No crap...

Paimon: Can't we just drink some hot cocoa? I mean, it's better than eating something that's probably covered in pee...

YaoYao: *Already eating the snow* Oh-

Faruzan: C'mon Kuni! Try it! *Catching snowflakes with her tongue*

Albedo: I decided to wingman for you so just follow my lead. *Just playing along as a third wheeler*

Kunikuzushi: Fine... *Tries it, actually enjoys it*

Chiori: Look who's smiling.

[potatotato-art]

indulging in my delusions

[jackerrknow]

#代達羅斯迷宮 Kaesaria icons!

Vamos de primeiros icons e vamos estreiar com pé direito com os Kaesaria (fanarts: @a_kaeyada no twt).

Dê os créditos caso for usar . . .

Icons 120x120 por @jackerrknow

Vamos dar amor ao AvidyaProject ! ♡

[lunaefall]

They look absolutely perfect next to each other.

[t4tgrellthello]

[artbysarf]

I wonder what Kaeya’s blushing at?

[makiandcheese]

if kaeya and rosaria were to ever marry no one would ever fucking know. they would just show up one day to angels share and no one would give a fuck until venti audibly gasps for dramatic effect even though he was the one witness pastor and flowergirl to the event

[bvnga-aprikot]

guess who went down a rabbit hole and got this stupid man stuck in my head

[vampirellax]

would you guys read a vampire diluc x oc fanfic? 💭💭

i'm not sure if i want diluc x oc or diluc x rosaria tho... bc i'm kaesaria shipper...

[national-sorscha-fanpage]

first time trying to post writings on tumblr... and you guessed right its kaesaria i have been whipped for them since day one

fair warning i wrote this at 2am and its actually incoherent

also credit for the idea to @viperiti's og fic it was so good it just stuck in my mind until i HAD to make my own rendition! (wc: ~1.3k)

tl;dr rosaria gets injured and kaeya bandages her angst style

***

Rosaria groaned as she clutched at her side and hobbled across the central cobbled streets of Mondstadt. Why was he so hard to reach? Why did his hefty paychecks have to go into maintaining his little oblong house, perched mockingly above flimsy stairs? Those were the few thoughts that ebbed and flowed with the same rhythm as the vibrating pain of her wound.

By the time she spotted the slanted building, she was practically dragging herself out of sheer determination. Perhaps, to her, there was something calm about the place. Something that said: You’re safe now. Maybe that was why she allowed herself a seated position on a stair and to feel the relief radiating from her feet to her calves to her tightly clenched abdominals. The right palm applying pressure to her wound relaxed in sync with the sleepy droop of her eyelids.

When her eyes flew open, she was unmoved on the step. For a second, she felt only a pang of disappointment, and then her only sensation was pain once more. That, and the head of blue hair approaching, his pace quickening into a jog when he caught sight of her until she was eye level with his legs. He corrected this by crouching down in front of her, giving her a perfect view of his worried frown. In a silent answer, she lifted her left arm to expose the worrisome gash and watched as his jaw fell slack. Rosaria winced in response, instinctively moving to cover the wound once more.

Fortunately, Kaeya did not allow her to do so—assisting in draping her right arm over his shoulder so that his torso was pressed against her uninjured side. He offered her a whispered “sorry” upon her grunt, but not much more until he was sure she could manage a semi-walk.

“So… can I ask, how?” he began: an attempt at hiding the worry in his voice behind his trademark mischief.

“You may not,” she struggled to rasp out. He gave her a breathy laugh, both to relax her and to appease his own amusement. Kaeya was half-carrying her and half-guiding her to the entrance now, pulling her through the brief hallway to his bathroom. It was dark, but she did not feel lost. He tugged on her as gently as possible until her back was to the counter.

“Could you jump for me?” he spoke in the most natural manner she had ever heard him. Though she did not quite understand why, she obliged with the worrying obedience of a lamb. He used the momentum to prop her on top of the empty countertop next to the sink, where he’d take his eyes off her for a moment to switch on the low-humming lamp. It wasn’t bright, by any means, but would suffice placed next to them. Here, she watched him fumble through the cabinet above the mirror to her right and pull out a pristine wooden box. She could not miss the ethereal glow of his skin accredited to the warm lighting. Before touching anything, he took out his usually loose ponytail and opted to pull as much of his hair as he could into a tight updo. His eyepatch offered even more stark a contrast against his princely features when it was not disguised under bangs. He hurried to wash his hands, and, finally, get a decent look at the wound.

“It’s not bleeding too badly…” he mused, though still appearing concerned.

“Yes, we’re past that stage now,” she mustered through gritted teeth. “If only you’d closed out your tab…earlier…you could’ve—”

“Shh… you’ll be alright,” he tried his best at being reassuring while he brought out a small glass bottle of what she knew would be incredibly painful ethanol. She wanted to scream I know in his ear. It was a treatable wound, perhaps she would even get out without stitches. She supposed, while watching his long fingers make elegant work of pouring it over a round of cotton, that it scared her to know that he was her only solution to being in trouble. “Get ready,” he mumbled, the sound reminding her of her predicament once more.

She shut her eyes tightly and did her best to make no sound once the putrid blue liquid made contact with the wound. She failed, naturally, but decided to permit herself a hiss this time. Kaeya, instead, tried not to focus on the panicked rise and fall of her breath as he dabbed at the blood and grime, or the rhythm at which her collarbone would peek out under her milky white flesh, or—

Once he’d been sufficiently thorough, he pressed a cloth dipped in cold water to the wound and wiped as gently as possible to leave only the fresh blood and tissue.

“You’re lucky it was a slash and not a stab, you know.”

“Thanks," she huffed almost contemptuously.

“Could you take your shirt off?” he inquired nonchalantly, as though he was asking her about the weather.

Despite this, she nodded, offering no protest. Though it was obviously an effort to pull her arms over her head, she noted he did not make any effort to help until she was left in her bandeau. He pressed a compress against the wound, guiding her to hold it in place while he fumbled with the roll of bandage. The wrap began at her wound, and passed a few times around her torso and twice around her right shoulder in a diagonal to the wound. 

“How bad does it hurt now?” he asked with what seemed to be genuine interest. Like he expected a compress and a bandage to cure her.

“Just enough,” she managed a soft smile.

“Good,” he drawled. “Maybe you’ll be more careful next time.”

“Anything to wipe that smirk off your face, Captain.”

“Yeah, yeah, and what if I hadn't found you in time...”

“What happened to being alright?” she began to chuckle at him; a decision she quickly regretted when she was reminded of the sting in her side. He pursed his lips (perhaps to hide his amusement) and extended his arm to her in an invitation, allowing her to get off the countertop with minimal pain (considering her situation). Still clutching on to his arm, she allowed herself lead down the dark hallway, felt the gentle creak of the floors under her feet: the silent swing of his bedroom door and an oil lamp being lit on his nightstand.

Rosaria did not hesitate to make herself comfortable on his bed, kicking her shoes off and swinging her legs over the side. She was tired. And yet, as she tucked herself into the comforter, she allowed herself this time to really look at his face— purely due to the brighter light in this room, and the ridiculous state of his hair with awkward strands falling here and there. And that eyesore of an eyepatch. She contemplated speaking and ruining the calm silence; her self-destructive nature winning this time.

"When will you show me your eyes, Kaeya?"

He seemed startled by the question, hand lifting to ensure the cover was still on. He stared at her for a moment, perhaps most startled by how comfortable and... content she was. However, Kaeya Alberich was nothing if not a smooth talker.

"When you tell me how you did that," he pointed his chin to her body on the bed. So he had figured how sensitive the event was to her. She cursed him mentally, but held his gaze determinedly. His lips pared, as though to say something, but he seemed to think better of it and leave her. Alone again, with nothing but darkness and a dull ache in her side— but finding solace in the knowledge that he would not probe, for now.

Perhaps unwillingly, she felt herself dozing herself concerningly quickly.