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cryingisnecessaryfanfics · 10 months ago

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PART TWO

Its 2am have more scar headcannons/imagines

Characters: Razor(platonic), Kaeya, Xiao, Tighnari

Sorry these are probs subpar cuz my writing style varies depending on the bpd mood lmao. Bear with the redundancy of these, there are only so many ways to write the same action.

If youre the anon who sent me an ask im replying to your ask with the inverse you talked about. Stay tuned <3 (its probably gonna take another 6 months but welp)

Not spell checked or proof read sorry lol

Razor (platonic)

Wolf boy has a lot of scars as we can all tell. I feel like he probably doesnt get the point of lotion. Probably says it smells bad, like chemicals. His scars are all really improperly healed. Probably has keloid scars (overproduction of scar tissue). The sheer size of the ones on his arms lead me to believe he never got stitches or bandages of any sort, which makes sense considering his story. Regardless, that shit looks painful lmao. (Lighthearted imagine to start us off)

“Razor!” You yell, damn that kid was way faster than you. You nearly trip over a log as you run after him.

“Razor, stop running dammit.” You continue to shout after him, hoping anything you say might just make him slow down. Lord knows you could never catch up to him.

“It's just lotion. It'll make you feel better!” Your lungs start to sting from the chase and your legs drag behind you. You stop to catch your breath and Razor slows down in front of you.

He approaches you slowly like he's afraid you’ll catch him if he gets too close. “Smells bad,” he says and you all but roll your eyes.

“Sometimes things that are good for us smell bad.” You explain. Razor waits for your breathing to even out before he gets within arms reach of you.

“Like soap?” He says and you laugh at the memory of trying to get him to wash himself with soap instead of the occasional dip in the river.

“Yes, like soap.” You sigh and he frowns. Tentatively he holds out his arm, he looks at you expectantly.

“Finally.” You say under your breath and open the bottle of lotion. You can practically feel Razor's eyes watch your hands cautiously. He doesn't move as you spread some against the skin of his arm.

“Cold.” He comments and you huff a little laugh.

“See.” You say when you finish. “Feels better right?”

Razor finally relaxes and smiles at you. “Yes.”

You're just glad he stopped running.

Kaeya

Not gonna go the obvious way and say his eyepatch because I'm different lmao. I think his knuckles are scarred. I think kaeya seems like the type to cope with his feelings through violence. I think kaeya probably hates himself. When everything gets to be too much he just starts coming out swinging. The kind of person who punches a wall without really thinking about it. But yeah I think he used his fists too much when he was younger and now he wears the fingerless gloves to protect/cover the scars. (Sorry if this is weird or seems ooc, it just makes sense to me idk why)

You first see them when he gets the new outfit in sumeru. Everyone around you seems to disregard them, or maybe just not notice. But you can sense the way he subtly hides the scars, the way he walks with a hand behind his back, one covering the other. Its easy to not notice if you arent always watching closely. Maybe the only reason you noticed was because you seemed to always be staring at him. Kaeya catches you looking more than once and in typical kaeya fashion he deflects with flirting or jokes.

Later, when youve returned home to mondstat you ask him about it and he explains after some persistence.

“Its nothing to be shameful of.” You murmur, a hand holding his, looking at the dry scar tissue.

“Its one thing to have scars from braving a battle, a complete other thing to have them from your own stupidity.” He looks away from you and the eye you can see seems far away. Like he’s recalling something from his past.

“But it wasnt stupid, it was a way to cope. How can anyone think of something like that as not brave?” He doesnt answer you, only frowns slightly, a face youve never seen him make. “Do you atleast take care of them?”

He still doesnt respond. You sigh, exasperated, and pull out your endless bag of goods to find a lotion to help with the dryness.

“What are you doing?” He asks, and you all but cringe at the thought of him not knowing you have to moisturize scars.

“I’m helping you.” You half expect him to make a witty comment but the situation proves to be too heavy and he goes back to staying silent. The whole act goes without words, you spread the lotion over his knuckles, rub it in gently. He doesnt say anything until you slide his gloves back on.

“Thank you.” He says and before you can say anything back he adds, “For your actions and your words.”

You press a kiss to one of his gloved hands. “Your welcome.” You thnk you see his cheeks tint the slightest shade of red before hes back to normal again.

“And here I thought I was the romantic.”

Xiao

I always liked the images of the karmic binds/shackles so I like to imagine his wrists are scarred from straining(?) those too much. I mean considering Xiao is an Adeptus physical wounds wouldn't leave a scar so maybe these more mental-type wounds would. Like the more karmic debt he has the worse the scars get in condition, the less debt the more they fade. Maybe the lotion helps soothe the debt more than anything. Maybe the act of something so comforting and intimate with you lessens the pain. Food for thought I guess.

Every morning, at dawn, Xiao enters a room in Wangshu Inn so his lover can put lotion on his scars. This morning is no different.

“Good morning, Xiao.” You say like always, same pretty smile on your face every day.

“Morning,” Xiao mumbles and frowns as if this isn't his favorite part of the day. He avoids your eyes as he takes off his gloves. As many times as youve seen his wrists, he still gets insecure about them. It's no secret Xiao hates being vulnerable, even around his most trusted companion.

“I saw zhongli yesterday.” You say quietly as he sits down on the bed next to you, lotion in hand. “He was with that harbinger.”

“Tch. Useless scum.” Xiao comments and you laugh.

“He seemed happy, Xiao. Try to be tolerant of his friend.” Xiao just rolls his eyes and rests his arm in your hand. You continue to talk about your day as you open the bottle of lotion and start to spread it out against his wrist.

Xiao stays quiet during this, as he always does. You think he must enjoy your voice because he's always been intent on listening to you speak even if he usually prefers silence. He absorbs your words so soaked in affection and the ache in his body seems to lessen. Pain becomes distant, horrible and intense feelings become easier to push away.

It's over before he realizes it, you've put the lotion away simply holding his hand now, savoring the feeling of his skin against yours. He leans against you and you hum in content.

Maybe this is healing for the both of you. Mutual comfort.

Tighnari

I know a lot of people like the idea of him having scars from getting struck by lightning so i'm just gonna play off of that. Lighting very rarely leaves scars but the scars it does leave are burns. The electricity also causes nerve damage so you'd have to be very gentle and careful when handling tighnari’s scars. They're probably on his neck/back so itd take a lot of trust for him to let you see him so vulnerable. He probably already has lotion he puts on himself but its very hard to reach your own back so eventually he asks you for help.

You've seen him put lotion on his scars many times, watched him wince at the pain of it. You refrain from asking him if he wants your help. Tighnari is independent, he doesn't need anyone's help. But maybe itd be less painful if he didn't have to strain his muscles to reach the scars.

He doesn't say much when he asks the first time. Just tells you to be careful. He starts to list the ingredients of the lotion he's made. How he found it, what the weather was like that day.

No matter how gentle you were he’d still pause in the middle of sentences, and with his back to you, you never saw his winces but you knew they were there.

“Okay,” you say when you've finished and you know he's relieved it's over even if it was a more pleasant experience than him doing it himself.

But he thanks you anyway, and he’ll ask you to do it again the next day.

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zlebooks · 2 years ago

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11 — after school activites

you weren’t the most religious person, but the sight in front of you is making you pray so the ground can open up and eat you.

contrarily to how you feel, a lot of people would kill for your situation; four of the campus crushes are completely swarming you and every single one of them is vying for your attention.

“so… did you guys do anything more than a kiss?”

“what the actual fuck, kaeya?”

“what was i supposed to ask?!”

you can hear the infamous brothers bickering on your left.

“how much did childe pay you?”

“ayato, play nice!”

the childhood friends from your right keep each other in check.

you consider fake fainting just so you can get out of this situation; your current situation with childe is already way too embarrassing, adding whatever this is into the mix just makes you wish you hadn’t entered this predicament in the first place.

as you were about to shut your eyes and suddenly drop on the ground to scare the boys, your knight in shining armor finally arrives.

“you’re scaring her.”

a deep voice interferes with the bickering of the four, their conversations come to halt as they look towards the direction of the interruption.

you feel your heart beating erratically against your chest, and when the older man comes close to shield you from the others’ further investigation, you pray once again hoping that he’s unable to hear.

this is your first time this close to the student council’s president, and you silently thank childe for bringing you.

the guy turns his head to you, nodding towards your way, “i’m incredibly sorry about them…” he smiles apologetically, before glaring at his friends for displaying bad manners to childe’s alleged girlfriend.

“it’s fine! don’t worry, they didn’t bother me.” you lie, smiling back shyly while gesturing at the boys.

you think that mona is finally rubbing off on you after all these years; while before you would have not hesitated to call them out for their unruly behavior, you find yourself lying through your teeth in attempt to appease zhongli.

“i like you already!” kaeya whistles, cheering.

“can’t you see that she’s lying?” his brother, diluc, snarks before muttering something along the lines of ‘that’s what you get for wearing an eyepatch’ under his breath.

“just because everyone can’t stand you doesn’t mean it goes the same for us,” kaeya bites back but diluc remains unfazed, as if this occurrence happens frequently with them.

a look of disapproval from zhongli is all it takes for them to shut their mouths, and you almost laugh at how submissive they are under your crush’s command.

“why childe?” ayato, whom you know as ayaka’s older brother, asks out of nowhere.

“huh?”

“looking at you, zhongli’s more of your type.” he continues and no one dares to move at this.

you could feel the sudden shift in the air around you. it became so much heavier, the oxygen you’re breathing feels unpleasantly still and damp— like it never went fully into your brain.

“are you using childe to get closer to him?” he points towards zhongli and you feel as if the air inside your lungs has been knocked out.

in the first few moments you have ever spent with ayato, so far you have gathered two things:

first, ayato is a major douchebag; he’s a complete gargoyle compared to his angel sister.

and second, does he know about your arrangement?

a snarl from your left comes defending you, “that’s low even for you.” and obviously tense kaeya says as ayato remains unmoved. you see thoma nudging the kamisato beside him, trying to pacify the quarrel that’s about to start.

“that’s enough.” your knight in shining armor says, his voice vibrating throughout the ground, “i called the four of you here to help around, not to bother one of our volunteers. now scram and do your jobs as student leaders.”

ayato finally backs down, shrugging as he leaves. thoma is quick to follow, although unlike the former, he mutters an apology on behalf of his friend.

kaeya takes a step closer to you to which zhongli responds with an intense gaze, but as the blue haired boy makes his intentions clear, the council president finally lets him through.

“don’t mind ayato, he’s probably joking around. besides, that’s just how he is with childe,”

“he’s doing bad as a friend then.” you respond curtly to which kaeya snorts at. “i really like you.”

the brothers take their leave, with the younger telling you he’ll see you again.

as you’re now left with zhongli, you start to notice the symptoms of nervousness all over your body. you begin to sweat buckets of water, your hands turning clammy, and your heart resumes to beating loudly against your rib cage. as much as you’d want to flee from the scene, you are unable to do so as invisible vines are holding you still.

“once again, i’m deeply sorry about them.”

“it’s fine! i… it didn’t bother me anyway, i mean.. it did kind of bother me but i didn’t take it to heart.” you manage to stammer out and great, now you look like an utter fool in front of him.

if your chances with zhongli were little before, now it’s reduced to zero.

“it doesn’t matter if you didn’t take offense in it, it doesn’t change the fact that ayato has overstepped his boundaries.” the older reasons out, he offers a polite smile— the one that you offer to a complete stranger.

he gestures at the path in front of you, telling you that he’ll take you on a stroll around the school premises to show you around.

“i take it that childe brought you here to help?”

“yeah.” you try your best not to grumble at the mention of the ginger.

“and you agreed? you must be a good person then.”

you try your best to refuse telling him the truth— i’m not a good person zhongli, the only reason why i agreed is because i was promised to see you— it was complete irony that the reason why you’re in this situation anyway was because of your lying nature.

so instead of telling him the truth like how a masochist (or just an overly honest) person would, you settled for doing what you do best:

“a good person for helping around or for going out with childe?”

cover up whatever your dilemma is with comedic relief.

you feel zhongli forcefully straighten up as he tries to hold in his laughter; he does not know if it’s appropriate to laugh at the expense of his friend.

“the former, i suppose.” zhongli answers, “but i’m happy that childe has found someone.”

you momentarily still, turning around to the older as you try to decipher what he meant.

“even if childe seems to be surrounded by people, he does still feel lonely sometimes. not even us, his friends, can draw him out in that box he made for himself.”

“i noticed how he didn’t randomly withdraw from conversations these days. we wouldn’t have known that it was because of you if childe hadn’t revealed his relationship,” zhongli adds, he offers a twinkling smile, genuinely relieved that his friend might have found someone for him.

you gulp your own saliva in order to lubricate your dry throat and not because you could feel another wave of guilt eating you whole.

whatever made childe less lonely was definitely not you.

“well, i suppose everyone feels lonely from time to time,” you decide to comment, trying to stir the topic away. the man beside you hums, “maybe.”

“do you?” you tried to resist the urge to ask but to no avail. “feel lonely, i mean.”

zhongli stays silent and you fear you might have asked him something extremely personal, but when he turns to you to respond after thinking of his answer, your worry went away.

“from time to time.”

“well, are you seeing someone?” the other’s eyebrow rises to your question so you immediately supply, “i mean, you know… so you could feel less lonely?”

“i am…” he clears his throat, “i am not seeing someone. and if i did, it wouldn’t be for the purpose to feel less lonely.”

“oh.”

the revelation surprises you more than you’d like to admit and you’re left wondering why you feel disappointed when in fact, you should be happy. you should be shaking from happiness in your position right now; you just found out that your crush for three years is readily available and is not seeing anyone else. although things are completely different now because while zhongli is single and ready to mingle, you were everything not.

in everyone’s heads, most especially zhongli’s, you’re already going out with his friend.

it’s almost funny that the reason why you’re in a fake dating situation right now ended up being a completely false rumor.

fuck.

while you would normally jump at the chance of dating zhongli, you’re pretty sure you wouldn’t be able to do so without looking like a homie hopper. you honestly couldn’t care any less with how people would think about you, but you’re pretty sure you need to remain in zhongli’s good graces to actually date him.

plus, like childe would have said, you were already knee deep in this situation.

“besides, i find animals a much better company.” zhongli confesses and you feel your heart swell.

“you can tell a cat all your problems and it wouldn’t tell a single soul. you know their intent right off the bat; they approach you for food with no ulterior motives.”

“yeah, they can snitch on you to their cat friends though.”

zhongli chuckles.

“but honestly speaking, i find myself enjoying the company of animals more too.” you lie.

growing up, you never participated in the “are you a dog person or a cat person?” discussions because you weren’t really either— you have yet to make an attachment with one.

“i mean, i love my friends and all but sometimes you just need some peace and quiet by yourself.”

you see zhongli smile but only this time, it was genuine. as if you were now a level above than a stranger, the council president beams at you.

you feel a tug on your heart. (sure, you made him genuinely smile but did you really want it to be because of your harmless lie?)

“i’m glad you think the same.”

silence befalls between you two, and you relish at the quietness of your surroundings opposed to the ruckus earlier with his group of friends. he looks deep into your eyes like he’s trying to read your soul, trying to understand how your mind works and measuring the hours as he wonders if it’s the right time to bring up a topic.

“i volunteer at an animal shelter, i’d be happy if you could come visit sometime.”

you feel your heart soar as you realize that you were just personally invited by your crush.

“they have this old cat, she’s the kindest but she’s asleep most of the time.” zhongli’s voice reverberates through the ground, “you’d love her.”

“are you implying that she suits me well because i sit on my ass most of the time?” you jokingly accuse.

“i wouldn’t dare.”

you both pause for a moment before breaking into a fit of laughter; zhongli figures that you were refreshing, you knew when to take things seriously and when to jest. you’re a perfect match for his friend, because as much as he cherishes the ginger, he does think that childe needs a little bit of extra help in reading the room.

“what are you two laughing about?”

you hear a familiar voice interrupting your moment with zhongli.

“oh childe, you’re here.” you were the first to greet your ‘boyfriend’ and zhongli immediately follows suit. the redhead takes a step closer before putting an arm around your shoulders, pecking the top of your head as a greeting.

“should we call it a day and walk home?”

“ask zhongli.”

“ah, of course you two may go. childe is done with his duties anyway, and you’ve been a great help earlier today.”

“that was nothing! i felt like i did nothing much anyway.”

the ginger bumps his hips towards yours with such force that it almost ended with you on the ground. you sneakily pinch his side to which he almost yelps, “aH— you’re too humble, babe.”

“your extra hands were very much appreciated.” zhongli agrees.

“alright, mr. president. i’ll walk this girl home if you don’t mind.”

with zhongli quick to dismiss the pair of you, you were now on your merry way to the school’s gates to exit the premises with childe.

with childe’s arm draped around your shoulders.

“you have bad timing.” you angrily say.

“huh?”

“we were having a moment and like a huge cockblock you are, you interrupted us.”

childe snorts to your direction before retracting his arm from you. “you sure you weren’t imagining things?”

“fuck you.”

“gladly.”

“ew!”

“that’s not what others would say.”

“you’re such a child!” you exclaim before marching forward in an insane pace. you put at least a foot of distance between the both of you and you hear him yell,

“hence the nickname, sweetheart!”

god, were you really supposed to walk home all the way with him?

sitting down at one of the stools in the convenience store, you munch on the cookies and cream ice cream childe bought for you as you watch people pass by. you turn to him as he opens his mint chocolate flavored one.

“i still don’t understand why you like that.” you refer to the cone he’s holding.

“you wouldn’t because your taste buds aren’t fully developed.”

“you’re calling cookies and cream childish?”

“yeah.”

you dramatically gasp, slapping your free hand over your mouth as you look like as if childe had insulted your entire clan.

“you named yourself childe and you think my ice cream flavor is the childish one?”

the ginger snorts before placing a hand on his chest as if hurt, “i’m offended that you think my name is immature.”

“it literally is.” you reply accompanied with a roll of your eyes.

quitness envelopes the both of you and the next minute is spent with eating your ice creams in silence.

“you sure you don’t want to try mint choc?” he teases.

you don’t reply, only scoffing at the idea of you biting into the childe-saliva infested ice cream.

“why did you choose childe?”

“hm?”

“out of all the names you could have picked, why childe?” you ask.

“ajax is a warrior who dies in the end of his own tale; i’d rather be called childe that be reminded by my impending death.”

the both of you halt from further eating the sweet in your hands.

“well that’s just stupid.”

at this, childe snorts.

“of course you’d find it stupid.”

“was that supposed to mean something?”

“nope, it’s nothing.”

the both of you resume at licking your ice creams.

“is that all? i’m sure there’s a deeper meaning to it.”

your fake boyfriend grunts, as if slightly annoyed with the barrage of questions you keep on asking.

“i’ll tell you the actual reason for another time.”

“okay.”

“what about you? is there more to it for your name?”

it was his turn to ask and you try your best not to snark at him.

“it’s just y/n.”

childe raises an eyebrow, attempting to prod you for more information.

“that’s just it, i swear.” you tell him truthfully, laughing at how simple your answer is. “i bet i’m not even the most interesting person you know.”

childe scoffs, “give yourself some credit,” he says as he flicks your forehead playfully. “you were the first one with enough guts to kiss me without consent.”

you hit his arm with your available hand, your eyebrows furrowing. “when are you going to drop that?”

“never.”

you hit him in the arm again.

“okay, o-kay! i’ll s-stop!” he says in between laughter, before pointing at your face as he mutters ‘you should see your face’.

“we can give your name meaning, if you want.” the ginger says after calming himself down. this makes you raise an eyebrow at him; awaiting for whatever unseriousness that might come out of his mouth.

“y/n means someone who is bad at chemistry.”

everything stills and childe feels like he should run if he still wants to live.

he sees you raise your fist— a warning he supposes, that’s why he immediately tries to cover it up.

“—bad at chemistry at first but ends up being an expert because they’re hardworking?”

you scoff at how badly his attempt to make ammends with you went.

“whatever.”

“i’m being serious with giving your name a meaning though.” the male beside you tries once more. he smiles, genuinely smiles. for the first time, you can see how he looks like when he’s happy, instead of the usual playful and chaotic demeanor he has.

“what about let’s make memories and associate your name with it?”

“that’s corny.”

childe grins, “and stupid?”

“and stupid.”

childe breaks out into a laughter and you can’t help but to crack a smile.

“but yeah let’s do it.”

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mayullla · 2 years ago

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Title: Under the tree

Character(s): Kaeya (Genshin Impact) Warnings/tags: Haunted doll au: Fem!reader (child!reader) platonic yandere, dark themes / obsession themes, horror

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The sounds of the birds were gentle and soft as with the wind. The hand on your head was also warm, combing your hair with their hand.

"Oh, our little sleeping beauty finally woke." The voice was teasing as you slightly opened your eyes still sleepy. "I thought she would sleep a little bit more."

A little more awake you noticed your head was on someone's lap. Slowly you looked up wondering on who’s lap were you sleeping on squinting your eyes to look at them to see a familiar blue hair and a smug smile.

One of your dolls also had pretty hair and a pretty face.

You wondered if you saw two eyes yet when you tried to look again all you saw was one the other covered with a black eye patch on the middle a diamond intricately designed in gold.

You blink once and suddenly the eyepatch was gone and you saw a hole instear of an eye. You can't see how far it goes too dark too hollow to see as if no light can go in. As if the eyepatch was the entrance to nothing. You wondered what would happen if you fell.

Where would you go?

You blink again and the hole was gone covered again by the gold embroidery decorated the leather eyepatch. "Still sleepy little sleeping beauty? How cute." The soft voice said with a bit of amusement in his tone as he continued to comb your hair with his fingernails.

"...Kaeya?" You asked rubbing your eyes wondering if you actually saw a hole under his eyepatch when was that there. You dont remember seeing a hole instead of an eye on your Kaeya doll. When did it get there? "I am glad that you still remember." It was a cheerful tone, teasing.

A little more awake you looked at him taking in his appearance that was once a doll now human like his outline looked hazy as if the background was blurry as if telling you to only focus on him "Did Kaeya grew up? Zhongli and Venti also grew up. Are you like them?" You asked curiously, "Dear no, I always always like this. The same with Zhongli and Venti." Kaeya raised his hand to boop your nose.

You pouted at him, "No you used to be this small now you are big!" You made a motion of the doll size Kaeya you knew then motioned to him widening your arms to show that he was big.

Kaeya chuckled patting your head. "Our little sleeping beauty is smart."

"Why did you become big?" You asked him, staying still as he patted your head. "Why am I not allowed to dear? That is rather mean of you."

You shook your head, there was an excited spark in your eyes now finally wide awake. "No, I am happy!" You grinned.

"Hehe, it is because I want to meet my little creator." Kaeya finally told you, “You have always adored us so much. I made a wish to the star to finally be able to talk with you~”

"But grandpa was the one who made you?" You stated tilting your head. It was your grandfather who made them piece by piece, molding and carving were all done by your grandfather.

Kaeya just smiled at you, his smile hidden with secrets cruel and mean yet you only pouted at him.

You understood that his thoughts didn't change that he would not tell you why you were his creator, a teasing smile told you so.

Under a tree, you and Kaeya played. Questions about how he became… human was smoothly ignored as Kaeya would elegantly change the topic. That by playing with your hair and pinching your cheeks. You tried to stop him from playing with your cheeks but it seems that Kaeya had an odd fascination with them.

"Aww, did I overdid it? Dont be mad." He chuckled when you looked away from him annoyed as you sheild your cheeks away from him. "I am sorry dear it is just that your cheeks are so soft like bread. I wonder what would happen if I take a small bite out of them."

Your terrified face as you stepped away from him as if ready to make a run for it made him laugh. He told you it was a joke but his tone was suspicious.

The two of you played a little more, yet you wonder if you were just seeing things. When you blink instead of a meadow around you it was covered with snow but when you blink again the snow was gone with only the green grass and the lone tree.

When you and Kaeya were surrounded by white thorns that changed back to flowers the moment you blinked again. When you braided Kaeya's hair wondering how his smooth hair was suddenly covered by thorns curling around your hands and Kaeya's hair.

It hurt a little as the thorns light poked your hands, the thorns didn't draw blood from your skin but when you blinked and it was gone all that remained was an itchy feeling as you wondered if you saw right.

"Is something the matter dear?" Kaeya didn't look back at you as you already nagged him not to mess with the braid you were doing on his hair.

You didnt answer.

When the world around was spring on your legs white thorns curled around them.

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water-to-drink · 2 years ago

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Chopped Off Hands

(Pairing): Kaeya x gn!reader

(Summary): You and your father run a failing mill when a strange man offers riches in exchange for what’s behind the mill

(Warnings): NSFW, based on the German tale “the girl without hands” (only the very beginning of the story), non-con, Top!Kaeya x bottom!reader, fingering, overstimulation, dumbification, mentions of blood and chopping limbs off, dacryphillia, (lmk if I missed anything), badly written smut (this is my first attempt at it)

(A/n): I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible if there’s any gendered language tell me, the title came from the story this is based on, I couldn’t think of another title.

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If a traveler passing by where to look at the mill on the very edge of the village they would assume it was abandoned, due to its poor condition. However that mill alongside the singular apple tree next to it were all your family owned. The profits from the grains getting less and less each year definitely hit you and your father hard. There were days where the proceeds would make even the most humble beggar weep. It is no surprise disrepair fallen to the mill

However on one faithful day when your father was collecting wood from the nearby forest he was approached by a strange man. He radiated a charming aura that had a hint of malignancy if one was cautious enough. He had long blue hair tie into a low ponytail, an eye with a star in its pupil and an eyepatch covering the left eye

“Why do you torture yourself chopping wood? I could make you rich if you promise to give me what’s standing behind the mill.” The strange man purred

Your father was wary of the man but not as he should be, it could be because of the years of financial hardship wearing him down; he decided to humor the man

“Sure, I’ll take you up on your offer.” Your father said

The man smiled deviously and held out his hand for your father to take it. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

The man began to walk deeper into the forest before stopping and turning towards your father. “I’ll be back in 3 years to take what you owe me.”

And with that the man finally disappeared from sight. Without a second thought your father went on collecting wood, only thought of the interaction being. “The only thing behind that mill is the apple tree, and I’ve got nothing else besides my child to lose”

When your father returned home after collecting wood he was greeted to the sight of you looking awestruck while holding gold coins

“Dad! There you are! Where did this gold come from?!” You questioned your father who seemed to be just as awestruck as you. “The drawers are filled with them, I didn’t see anyone come into the house!”

“It came from a strange man I met in the forest and he promised me wealth in return for what was behind the mill.” Your father assured with a smile

Your face drops right along with the coins in your hands

“B-but I was sitting under the apple tree all day. D-did you trade me for all of this…?”

The smile on your father’s face fell and a look of devastation soon replaced it as the realization of what he had done hit him like a done of bricks

You didn’t want to believe that you were traded to a stranger but with your father’s pained expression it was all the confirmation you needed. Your father looked up at you and pulled you into a hug, you began to shake in his embrace as tears swelled up in your eyes. The two of you stayed like that for the rest of the night

As the months went by you tried to push the knowledge back, you and your father are living comfortably now. You have enough money to repair the mill and your grains sell well, you should be happy, right?

Though things are better there not the same, you don’t sit under the apple tree like you used to and your father looks at you with a look of saddened that you can’t begin to comprehend. The worst of all is the feeling of being watched. You try to be but you can’t shake the feeling of someone or something watching you in your every waking moment. When you eat, work at the mill, even when you bathe you feel eyes peering at your form.

Before you and your father knew it, 3 years had passed. The two of you were sitting at the dining table when getting ready to eat when you hear a knock at the door. Your father gets up to answer it and is the greeted with the stranger he met in the forest all those years ago

“You!” Your father yelled with a terrified look on his face

“Hello miller, I’m here to take what I’ve been promised.” The blue haired man said

“You can’t! They’re all I have left.” Your father begged as he shielded you from the other man’s view

“It was a deal we agreed on, but I can take back everything I gave you, turning that mill back into it was on the day I met you.” He asserted as cold as ice

“I’ll go with you.” You whimpered

Your father looked at you in horror as the one eyed man smirked

“No! I’ll take your place! I go with-

“It’s too late, your dear child already agreed.” The tanned man held out his hand, beckoning you to come to him. “Come here, say goodbye to your father. This will be the last time you’ll see him.”

“Goodbye dad, I love you. Please take care of yourself.” You began to walk towards the man

“N-no… No, no! Please don’t do this!”

Your father tried to grab your wrist but was knocked backed by an invisible force

“There’s no going back now,” the stranger wrapped his arm around your shoulder “you should be more careful when making deals with demons.”

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The scene of that day continually plays in your mind as you’re on your side laying on a bed with black silk sheets in the center of a dimly lit room only lit by candle light. A hand gently caressing your bare thigh, the hand belonged to stranger, he told you Kaeya was his name. Whatever it was you didn’t care

“Are you going to stop looking at me with such hatred in your eyes?”

You don’t respond to him

“I let you have your time to cry and if it makes you feel any better I would’ve cut both of your and your father’s hands off, but I didn’t isn’t that kind of me?”

You turned your head towards Kaeya revealing a look of fear and revulsion gracing your features

“Finally I got a reaction out of you.” Kaeya jested. “Maybe I should threaten to take your hands more often just to get a raise-”

A hard slap cuts off his train of thought but the taste of iron fills his mouth redirected his thoughts. A low chuckle came from the demon as he turned his head towards you. An expression that you can’t decipher paints his features, he laps the blood from the cut you gave him

“I’ve been really patient, but…”

He grabbed at your clothes and ripped them off leaving you just in your underwear

“…you want to be difficult!” He leaned in towards you. “You brought this onto yourself.”

He pressed his lips onto yours, yanking your hair to get access to your mouth when you gasp involuntarily

You tried to push him off but he pinned your hands above you. He lowered his his down to your neck and started to suck and bite and your sensitive skin. Heat began to rise up inside of you as moans and mewls came from your mouth, in an attempt to save an ounce of dignity you once hand you bit your tongue to prevent any more sounds from coming out. Until one harsh bite made you take a sharp breath

“Don’t hide those beautiful sounds from me, we’re going to be in each other’s company for a while so there’s use in stifling them, dear~”

The pet name made you sick to your stomach almost as sick as the pleasure Kaeya gives you. His administrations stop so he can admire the lovely markings he gave you, physical claim that he owned you

“Beautiful.” He said in a whisper that was also missed

His callus hand slowly made its way to your lower region, purposefully trailing over the little spots that he gave you and other spots that made you squirm. Once he reached the hem of your underwear he ripped it off of you, leaving you completely bare and at the mercy of the demon on top on you

His eyes shone bright revealing the hunger. He brought his fingers to your mouth and nestled them in their. Pressing his fingers down on your tongue stopping you from swallowing the saliva that’s pooling in your mouth

“You look so pretty with my fingers in your mouth, makes me wonder if you would look better with my cock in there.” Kaeya moaned as he began to rub his growing erection against your bare thigh

Once he deemed his fingers wet enough he slowly took them out of your mouth and began to plunge a digit into your hole. You gasped at the sudden intrusion and a series of moans and mewls fell out of your mouth, all of which sounded like heaven to blue haired demon above you

He pumped his finger into you and soon added another digit in you. Both fingers brutally pumping into you, meticulously searching for that specific spot that makes your melodious moans louder than other spots. A thrust had you arching your back and loud gasp told him he just found it. With that he turned his attention to abusing that spot, unrelenting in his thrust you hid your face in your arm. That was until a harsh grip on your chin forced your attention back onto the demon using your body as a toy

“Don’t hide from me, my love. You look so cute right now~”

“Fuck yo- aaahhhh!!!!” Your harsh remark was cut off by an equally harsh thrust of his fingers causing you to moan loudly

“What was that darling, I didn’t catch what you said.”

Before you could open your mouth harsh thrust interrupted you, causing you to forget what was on your mind. A knot begin to tighten in your stomach

“Did you forget, darling? It probably wasn’t too important anyway, right love?”

“Y-yeah……”

“And do I make you feel good?” You nodded not trusting yourself form a sentence. “I need you tell me with words.” Kaeya took out his fingers depriving you from the pleasure you were receiving

“Yes! You make me feel good, please keep fucking me, I need you!!” You pleaded with the most desperate look gracing your features

“Good~” Kaeya said with a smirk

He plunged his fingers back into you and continued his assault as if he had never stopped. The pleasure that came from his inhumanly skilled fingers made the knot reappear and you came with a loud moan

You laid there trying to catch your breath when you heard “You better not be exhausted already, love. I still have more to give you~”

Still in your mind was muddled to fully comprehend the words until you caught sight of him lining himself to your entrance. Before you could even utter a sound the tip of his cock presses into you

Your hands grip onto the black sheets on reflex, the grip only getting tighter as he slowly pressed deeper into you. Each throb of his cock making you further forget the self dignity you desperately wanted to hang onto

“It finally looks like your enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” His sultry tone made you clench around him more as you nodded in agreement.

After letting you get used to the delicious stretch his cock gave, he started moving. His thrust started out painfully slow but got more intense, getting harsher and deeper as he continued. The constant movement of his cock had you seeing stars in the dimly lit room

“Fuck… You’re gripping my cock real tight! I- I imagined what fucking… you would feel like. Hah! During those 3 years watching you!” He slurred as his thrust became harsher and more sloppy. “Watching you… wherever you went and, shit! Imagining you taking my cock! I’m so happy you, ah! Came around!”

The confession that would have made you resistant of the demon above you went over your head, too fucked out to understand anything but Kaeya and his cock. You don’t notice his hands pressing into your hips deep enough to draw blood and the crazed look in his eye

“I love you! I love you so much!!”

The pleasure overwhelming your senses tears began to roll down your fucked out face. The blue haired man licked them up as if they were the sweetest thing in the world. Eventually the tightness in your stomach snapped and you came hard. Kaeya worked you through your orgasm and soon finished inside you

He pulled out of you to admire the scene before him, you limp on his bed, the marks on your neck complementing your blissed out expression, and the finest detail of all. His thick seed slowly dripping out of your red and abused hole

#genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #kaeya x reader #kaeya smut #yandere genshin

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genshinimpactingmylife · 2 years ago

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Genshin Impact Actor AU, Pt. 3

pt 1! pt2!

-Al Haitham was actually the one who recommended Kaveh for his role

-the fans wonder if they're actually enemies in real life

-but in fact, they're lovers

-very lowkey and secretive about it tho

-Kaveh keeps begging Al haitham to start a feud with him on social media

-"you don't understand Haitham! It's for the drama!!" -Kaveh

-Popular YouTube dancer Nilou who auditioned for her role due to the requests and support from her fans

-she choreographs every dance by herself

-Candace is sweet and soft spoken in real life as well, and often bring various pastries with her to the set

-Dehya had a whole workout routine for two months just so she can wield a claymore (and for that stunning bod)

-Mona and Scaramouche often get into fights on social media

-Scaramouche makes fun of everyone on social media, even his fans

-His hat is a popular joke between both the fans and the actors and they love it when he appears

-he once posted a story of him playing Frisbee using it with Childe

-he got to keep his previous hat when his costume changed, he held an auction for it amongst the actors

-it's now a Frisbee for Razor's dogs

-"I got added into a group chat called Anemo boys, it's a secret organization of people that posts meme pictures of others around the set"-Scaramouche

-Paimon is a CGI and the fandom still has no idea

-her voice actor is a precious little girl who's also the twins cousin

-Aloy cameo and now she's besties with more than half of them and both fandoms love it

-Noelle giving Thoma housekeeping/maid tips and cleaning up the set together after shoots for practice

-one of the many mysteries is whether Layla's eyebags are real or make up but no one dares to ask

-Zhongli and Ei has never played Genshin and only started playing when they got casted

-Many actors often send pics of them struggling together

-Itto and Ganyu became besties with horns and constantly posts selfies together

-it's actually just itto dragging shy little Ganyu around but she's very much willing to go along for the ride

-Beidou, Kaeya and Fischl struggling with eyepatches

-there's an ongoing bingo dedicated to the things they run into

-there's also a bingo dedicated to the things Bennett has broken by accident

-the list is best known for, Fischl's CGI bird and a whole ruin guard

-ongoing jokes about how long it takes to do their hair and makeup

-Xiao and Zhongli taking more time on their eyeliner than other girls

-the number of people that spend half the day on their hair

-Keqing, Layla, Xianling, Albedo, especially

-when it comes to most hours on make up the winner is Itto (bro has lines on his body)

-the least hours go to Childe, barely any changes is made to him

-Diona doesn't even brush her hair, she just sticks her cat hairband on

-Qiqi messes her hair up every twenty minutes

-no one understands how Aether's braid still stays perfect after all the running around

-Kokomi got her hair dyed for the role and absolutely adores it

-Kokomi can't actually swim but she lobes the sea

-the latest scandal is the Kokomi & Gorou aquarium date

-this was quickly covered up by Al Haitham uploading a video of him working out

-his gym buddy is none other than Itto

-Childe is a fast runner but has no arm strength

-That has nothing to do with acting but it needed to be known

#genshin impact #genshin bennett #genshin chongyun #genshin impact actor au #genshin sucrose #genshin xingqiu #genshin zhongli #bennett #kaveh #al haitham

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pizzapasta23045 · 2 years ago

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Olay so apparentl the hisden strife event had lore drops? And lettwrs hidden around Mondstatd! And a huge one was super hidden from kaeua???🌵

Ok! Yeah that's a thing! It's kinda sad cause it was, like, the first time they gave us hints about Kaeya's family. Now it's a bit obvious in terms of lore bu there were some interesting things.

(I wasn't there either, I just know about this by researching it.)

So, the main part is this:

The objects in the box are all pretty old. One particular sheet of paper stands out. A piece of it has been burned away, and the remaining parts show signs of hacing been rescued from that same flame. Every line on this sheet of paper has a matching one right under it. From the handwriting, it looks liike a child wrote on this first before an adult stepped in, held their hand, and taught them how to do it a second time. The writing are as follows: “Remember always that it was the Alberich Clan, who did not have royal blood, who stepped in as regents when the strength of the one-eyed king Irmin failed” “Though we could not restore Khaenri'ah to life, we of the Alberich Clan should leave lives as those who blaze like fire, rather than those who wallow in the embers.” If you flip the paper over, there are other words there. You reckon these must be annotations of some sort. “I saved this one memento from the fire ‘Father’ made while he wasn’t paying attention. This was in violation of our principles. Our clan’s affairs should never be recorded. For me, this sheet of paper cannot serve as any form of identification, and will not give me pasage anywhere. Now that I look at it, his handwriting was as grieving as a smoking ash pile. There is no way that I can write something like that, living in Mondstadt as I am.” Moving the paper aside, you can see a cloth bag underneath it that conatins an eyepatch of significant age. A sticker is attached to the side, and the text on it reads: “Hah! to think that all that play-acting as a one-eyed pirate would eventually end with one actual wounded eye. I have never blamed Diluc for that. I suppose I must have been asking for it, telling him the truth the day my adoptive father died without expecting conflict to emerge somehow. He seems to believe that I really was blinded, though that’s not the case. Well, I’ve fooled him for a while, haven’t I? Might as well keep going.” Two letters lie beneath the bag, all of which have “D” as their sender. The letters are in great condition, and there is a time written on the back. This is most likely the time these letters were received. You can tell that the words have been written in a strong but elegant hand. A small paper bag lies next to these two letters. It contains nothing but a few seashells. They have lost most of their luster. It is unclear how much time has passed since they were picked up.

It's interesting because it gives us ideas on the Alberich's policies which, hindsight after 3.5, really make sense for the Abyss Order.

“Though we could not restore Khaenri'ah to life, we of the Alberich Clan should leave lives as those who blaze like fire, rather than those who wallow in the embers.” Meaning they do not wallow in the past but burn themselves just for the sake of revenge against the gods!

Also the reason I don't buy Kaeya not knowing about the abyss since... he clearly was not spared the worst details. But that's another story.

Also we learn that they burn any comunication which is... interesting.

I will link all the letters here if anyone's interested. Compiled by the lovely @transxiao on Tumblr. The rest is mostly either Diluc lore or Ragbros and I'd advise you to read this if you have free time on your hands!

#textpost #kaeya alberich #alberich clan #ahhhh yes the days when this was the only Alberich lore what a time!

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lowlylux · 1 year ago

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I am a Sinner (You are a Saint)

Chapter Nine | I Think He Knows

Ship: HeiKazuScara

Rating: E

Status: In Progress

Word Count: 3.9k

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“You shall be cast out of the heavenly realm indefinitely.”

Kunikuzushi feels arms grab his own as he is forced to his feet. He struggles, keeping his eyes on his mother only. “Mother! Don’t let them do this!” The guards continue to drag him away, even if it is a struggle. “Mother!” He knows the gate to the human realm is growing closer to him. The more time passes, the less chance he has to escape. But the divine never back out of their decisions…never. He looks to his mother one last time, hoping that she at least looks at him. But her gaze refuses to meet his own.

When he is finally cast out, the air rushing past his entire body, he could only visualize his mother’s pained expression.

He has never felt so alone…

ao3 link

“You brought me to a fucking bar?”

Childe lets out a sigh at that statement, assuming it’s because of the effects of the teleportation affecting the angel. Although, if he knew that it wasn’t actually affecting Scaramouche at all, he may be a lot less understanding. “Trust me, okay?”

Scaramouche stares at him as if wheels are turning in his head before he just shakes it, brushing off every warning sign blaring. “Alright, take me to Albedo.”

“That’s the plan!” Childe says with a grin, holding the door open for Scaramouche in the process. “You should be able to see him.”

The angel pauses, staring at Childe as if he had brown two heads. “Should?”

“Depends if the witch in charge of him lets us talk to him.” Childe mutters before forcing an overconfident smile. “Oh, and this bar caters mostly to the supernatural, so go ahead and speak freely if you want to. Kaeya!” He yells out, waving at a man at the bar.

Kaeya is a fairly tall man, with dark long hair. His appearance is odd for a human. Yes, he could be considered fairly attractive by human standards, but he wears an odd eyepatch. By witch standards, he is also peculiar. His aura tells Scaramouche that he is strong, but it feels ancient somehow. And, based on the fact that he looks around Diluc’s age, he highly doubts that Kaeya is old enough to exude that kind of power.

“Childe, it’s early for you to pop in,” Kaeya says, taking a sip from his glass. “What’s the celebration?”

“I need to talk to your demon,” Scaramouche says at once. Every second wasted is time that can be used for his own advantage. Although, he does realize that he could’ve been a tad bit nicer, so he decides to add, “please” after his original statement.

But Kaeya just stares at him for a moment, as if just realizing that Scaramouche was standing there. But a visible light bulb brings a newfound twinkle in his eye as he grins. “You’re the angel I’m assuming?”

“Am I famous now or something?”

“Quite,” Kaeya narrows his eye, looking over Scaramouche so closely that it makes him uncomfortable. “It’s not every day the heavens casts one of their own out. Not to mention, you already made waves just due to your status.”

Scaramouche finally sits down, staring at Kaeya intently. “What do you mean?”

“An archangel creating a new being is strange as it is, but one that’s such a low rank? Now that’s unheard of, especially if it’s Baal. Think of it, one of the most powerful angels existing in this moment creating one of the weakest…” Kaeya trails off, chuckling to himself. “It’s hilarious really.”

“Well aren’t you lovely…” Scaramouche mutters, already disliking the man.

“I really do try,” Kaeya says, leaning back so that he can stare at the ceiling. “Don’t you think it’s dangerous? If you’re here for what I think you’re here for, I’m afraid that

you wouldn’t be able to defeat Pantalone by yourself, especially if Dottore’s with him.”

“I’m plenty strong.”

Kaeya snorts, not even looking at Scaramouche. “The only way for you to possibly defeat him is to make his job harder for him. He’s terribly lazy when he needs to be. If you’re not interesting, he’ll just not wish to engage anymore. But I’m afraid you’re far too interesting for that.”

“What if I hurt Dottore?”

Kaeya finally graces Scaramouche by looking at him again, an evil glint in his only visible eye. “That could work.”

“Great,” Scaramouche says at once, putting his hands on the counter. “I need Albedo to find them.”

“Yeah…I don’t know,” Kaeya says in a grating voice. “Albedo is very dear to me, I wouldn’t want him to cross anyone and get hurt.”

Childe clears his throat, finally saying something since the conversation has started. “I can convince your brother to meet with you…if you let Albedo help him.”

“You really think Diluc would even show?”

“If I didn’t tell him who he's meeting, he would.”

Scaramouche looks between the two, the puzzle pieces finally coming together. He had heard Childe talk about Diluc’s brother before, but he never thought he’d actually meet him. Kaeya stares at Childe, as if waiting for the demon to flinch, before groaning. “Albedo!”

In an instant, another being appears. Shadows merge together, twisting into a gruesome sight before revealing a rather short male. He has blond hair pulled up, obviously to keep it out of his face. He turns to Kaeya, a bored expression on his face, seemingly waiting for what the witch is going to say.

“Can you help me whip up a tracking spell?”

“It shouldn’t be too difficult.”

Albedo sighs, extending his hand out to Kaeya. The witch grins, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a small bottle. It pulsates a deep purple, glowing in a way that Scaramouche never even thought was possible. When Albedo pours it onto a napkin on the counter, it softly falls. Actually, the contents of the vial were not liquid, instead being far closer to gas.

Albedo reaches to the gas, the purple fog twisting around his hand as if welcoming him. His hand flexes, extending out before he begins circling it. The gas swirls rapidly, decreasing in width in seconds. As the swirl becomes tighter, Albedo raises his hand, touching the top of the swirl he has created. Steadily, he lowers his hand, pressing it onto the napkin. He closes his eyes for one moment, the purple fog disappearing in an instant.

When he finally lifts his hand, the napkin is revealed. In purple writing, numbers are scrawled out in flowy writing. Albedo gains a small smile, clearly proud of his handiwork. The demon looks at Scaramouche for a moment before silently handing over the napkin, clearly upholding his end to the bargain.

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

Albedo stares at him for a moment, face fairly neutral. “Those are coordinates. What, did you expect me to give you a whole picture on where to go? Grab a magical orb and show you a vision of where your human is? That’s not how my magic works.”

Scaramouche finds his eye twitching at such words. Sure, he is fully aware that there are limits to what someone can do, but a random string of numbers isn’t going to help him. “How do I figure out where these coordinates go?”

“Well, I could send you there myself,” Kaeya says, sipping on whatever alcoholic drink he has in his hand. “But I’m afraid our current deal isn’t going to cut it.”

Childe sends a glare toward his friend before letting out a sigh. “What do you want?”

“I want a guaranteed conversation with Diluc. No him walking through the door and then immediately leaving. I want him to actually sit down and talk to me.”

Childe forces a smile. “I can make that work.”

“Then I can do the spell,” Kaeya says before extending out his hand, Albedo then placing a small piece of chalk in it. “Alright assholes, I need these tables moved!”

The surrounding customers, mostly witches, don’t even complain. If Scaramouche knew any better, he would assume this is an average experience at this bar. Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise him.

And, for a man who looks like he spends his entire time sprawled across a bar counter, Kaeya is pretty nimble on his feet. For the first time since Scaramouche has met the asshole, which has been admittedly been a few minutes, Kaeya actually looks engaged with what he is doing.

The chalk glides across the cement floor, Kaeya drawing symbols that even Scaramouche cannot decipher. Soon, these symbols take over a large portion of the floor, intricately drawn masterfully. Kaeya stands, hands on his hips, clearly proud of his handiwork. “Albedo, think you can lend me a hand?”

“Of course,” Albedo says, extending out his hand expectantly. Kaeya stares at it for a moment with a grin, grasping the demon’s hand before pulling him closer. He quickly kisses Albedo, backing away after only a few seconds. Albedo just stands there, his face scrunched up. “You taste like alcohol.”

“So?”

“You know I don’t like the taste.”

“Sorry, forgot.”

Albedo just sighs, kneeling down so that he can access the runes that Kaeya has drawn. The witch in question is already at this level, seemingly eyeing every rune to make sure that everything is perfect. Wordlessly, the two place their hands palmfirst on the runes, Kaeya muttering a few words in a language that Scaramouche does not have the pleasure of knowing.

Light blue light erupts from the circle first, blinding anyone who dares to look at it. Then, yellow light follows, intertwining with the blue, yet not mixing. Both are bright, yet neither one overtakes the other. Slowly, the lights dim until there is nothing being emitted whatsoever, the only proof of the spell that just took place being the area where the circle was drawn being slightly…off.

The floor almost ripples, as if being made of water. Honestly, if you didn’t know what you were looking at, you wouldn’t even notice anything different. But Scaramouche cannot help but stare at the strange sight, not quite being used to this.

“Well!” Kaeya says, brushing off the small bit of dust on his hands when he stands. “That went pretty well, didn’t it?”

“And it’s safe?” Scaramouche asks, eyeing the portal. He doesn’t think the witch would try and kill him, nor does he think that Childe would introduce him to someone who would kill him, but he still cannot help but feel wary.

“More or less…” Kaeya says before noticing the horrified reaction from Scaramouche. “Kidding.”

Scaramouche rolls his eyes at the antics, honestly not in the mood to be dealing with all of this. “So what do I have to do?”

“Step in, Albedo and my magic will do the rest.” Scaramouche doesn’t really want to wait any longer. So, he stands up abruptly, heading straight toward the portal that will get him to Heizou. However, before he can, his shoulder is grabbed, forcing him to stop in his tracks. “Scaramouche, do know that there is a good chance that if you go in there, it might result in both you and the human dying.” Kaeya says, his expression serious.

“I know.”

Kaeya just stares at him, clearly conflicted but knowing that he can’t really do anything. “Don’t die.”

Scaramouche grins, happy once Kaeya lets go of him. “No promises.”

And then he steps through the portal.

He expected the trip to be odd. He expected colors to bleed together in a way that gives him a headache. Yet it isn’t like that at all. One second he was staring at the bar, the next a dingy warehouse. The setting sun casts an uncomfortable glow along the building, looking almost peaceful. But Scaramouche knows better.

He steps forward, glancing at the ground so that he can make sure the spell is still activated. Luckily, it is still up and running. However, he doesn’t know exactly how long it will last so he picks up his pace.

It almost feels like the building is mocking him. He is forced to walk by quite a few locked doors, yet every time Scaramouche tries one, he feels like it isn’t the correct one. But perhaps that’s due to those doors being locked and that he is already discouraged. In fact, the moment he finds an unlocked one, he almost yells out in joy, surprised at his luck.

The door opens, and he is greeted with the sight of exactly what he was searching for. There Heizou sits, clearly unconscious, but seemingly otherwise unharmed. Scaramouche doesn’t even think before he’s rushing toward him, ready to get the human out of this place. He doesn’t really look around, not even noticing the liquid on the ground before he comes in contact with it.

And the moment he does, he regrets it. Scaramouche feels his body collapse, landing face first on the cement floor as he convulses. Thick, black veins appear on his face, moving so that they can cover every inch of his body in one way or another. He can’t see, he can’t feel anything other than the pain, but he can hear. He can definitely still hear.

He hears a dark chuckle coming from above him, coming from where Heizou was sitting. And just as quick as that chuckle being produced, it’s gone, leaving Scaramouche to just groan as the pain continues to hit him at full force. “It’s wonderful what demon blood can do.”

Scaramouche feels his blood run cold, but he can’t move. He can’t scramble to see who is talking, not in his state at least. He’s stuck facing the floor while simultaneously being in the worst pain he’s ever been in. A hand grabs his chin, forcing him to stare at the perpetrator, and seeing Heizou’s face looking back at him truly is a sight.

Heizou sighs, shaking his head at Scaramouche. And then, his features blur. For a moment, Scaramouche questions if it is due to the sheer amount of pain he is in, but when the hair color changes, he knows that he has officially screwed up. “I truly doubted Dottore when he said this would work. Glad to know you angels are still fairly stupid.”

“Where’s-“

The strange man groans, dropping Scaramouche’s head so that the angel can once again just stare at the floor helplessly. “Your human is still alive.” the man says, causing Scaramouche to perk up slightly. “We need a few things before his sacrifice anyways.”

“Telling our scheme to everyone now?” Another person asks. Scaramouche can’t even identify this one, only able to make out footsteps so he assumes the newcomer is walking. “Pantalone, that’s the kind of thing some marvel villain would do.”

“Yet you’ve done it already. Quite the hypocrite, aren’t you Dottore?”

The second person, who Scaramouche assumes is Dottore, grabs his face. Dottore narrows his eyes, looking over the angel as if he were on display. “He should work.” And Scaramouche’s face is dropped again.

Scaramouche’s leg twitches, his body finally able to feel again outside of the excruciating pain. But he still can’t move, far too afraid of the pain flaring up again to a point where he will be oblivious to the world around him.

The third time he is grabbed, it’s by the wing, causing him to wince in pain. Angel wings have far too many pain receptors for him not to feel it, even if he were in complete health, he has no doubt that it would hurt. “And he’s right for it?” Dottore asks.

“He should be.”

“Pantalone, I swear…if this ends up being a bust because you don’t know how to help me-“

“I know how to do this, don’t doubt me.”

“I don’t want to,” Dottore says, pulling Scaramouche closer to him. “You're our ticket to success, you know that? After tonight, everything will be ready. Aren’t you excited?”

“What…”

“It’s really a shame though-“

Dottore is cut off by a bullet piercing his hand, causing him to drop Scaramouche. The man yells out in pain, but Scaramouche is unable to see much more. Scaramouche feels someone softly holding his face before he actually is able to see them. There Heizou stands, a little banged up, but overall physically fine. “You shouldn’t have come.”

Scaramouche cannot help but frown at those words.

Heizou whips his head around so that he can stare down Pantalone, his hand grasping his handgun. “Let both of us go, now.”

Pantalone tilts his head, a grin on his face. “Do you really think you’re in a spot to make demands? I’m afraid your weapon doesn’t quite harm demons.”

“I’ll shoot your fucking witch right in between the eyes,” Heizou threatens, refusing to let go of Scaramouche. “I’m an amazing shot so don’t think I’m bluffing.”

The demon does genuinely look thoroughly amused at Heizou, and Scaramouche doesn’t think it’s particularly a good thing. “You can have a two minute head start while I heal up Dottore. After that? I’ll crush your skull myself,” Pantalone says in a smile that is not meant for the words he uttered.

Heizou doesn’t say anything, instead forcing Scaramouche to stand. The angel winces, resulting in silent apologies from Heizou but they cannot stop moving. Heizou begins practically dragging Scaramouche out the door, clearly determined to keep both of them alive in this situation.

“Heizou…”

“We’re getting out of here Angel, trust me.”

But Scaramouche knows that Heizou isn’t confident. “Heizou!” Scaramouche yells, attempting to stand on his own but instead causing both of them to fall. When they are both able to look at eachother, Scaramouche cannot help but think back to everything that has happened the last few months, smiling softly. His expression turns grim, the situation weighing on him, as he stares at Heizou. “There’s a portal. Keep going this way and you’ll get there. It leads to a bar, Childe should still be there.”

“Angel…”

“Kazuha needs you, Heizou.” Scaramouche says, already regretting his words. He can’t lose Heizou…he can’t think of the potential of Kazuha waking up to find out both of them have died. But if Heizou lives, at least Kazuha has someone to support him. Both of them can move on and Scaramouche can become a distant memory.

But Heizou doesn’t seem happy, nor does he seem grateful for the obvious sacrifice. “We need you. Scara…they’re going to kill you.”

“They’re going to kill both of us if you help me. I’ll slow you down…”

“Scara, I don’t want you to die,” Heizou interrupts, pulling Scaramouche closer to him. “I can carry you, make a run for it.”

“We’d never make it in time.”

“Well then we’ll hide or something. Fuck!” Heizou curses, letting go of Scaramouche. “This is all my fault!”

“Heizou…” Scaramouche trails off, the hairs on the back of neck standing straight up. “They’re coming. You need to run.”

“And you need to live.”

Scaramouche stares at Heizou desperately, searching for something in Heizou’s expression that will tell him the human will cave. But there is nothing. “I have a plan. Stay behind me, alright?”

“Will the plan work?”

“Maybe. But if it looks like it’s going south, I need you to run. Run as fast as you can and stay in the light. Avoid shadows. Don’t stop running until you get to the portal.”

Heizou visibly bites his lip, clearly not a fan of the idea, but he nods. Both of them know they don’t have many options anyways. But Scaramouche didn’t expect to have Heizou grab the collar of his shirt and pull him closer. He didn’t expect to feel lips pressing onto his own. He didn’t expect that feeling to leave him just as quickly as it came, the only thing greeting him being a determined looking Heizou. “Don’t die.”

Scaramouche swallows some saliva, nodding nervously. “I’ll try.” And then, he stands. Well, he does as best as he can anyways. He sways, but otherwise stands tall, ready to greet the two assailants. And when they do appear, he lets out a breath, ready for whatever is about to happen.

“I’m surprised you can even stand. Most archangels stay out of commission for at least twenty minutes.”

“I’m not an archangel.”

“Well that much is obvious,” Pantalone says snidely.

Scaramouche attempts to glare at him, ignoring just how lightheaded he feels. “Let us go, this night has already gone on long enough.”

Dottore cackles, grinning wickedly at Scaramouche. The angel glances at his hand, noticing that it is completely healed. “Don’t you get it? We need a dead angel. This opportunity is once in a lifetime.”

“Well, I tried,” Scaramouche says, letting out a breath. Wordlessly, he flicks his wrist, the light coming from a nearby window now bouncing along the walls. What once was a dim hallway is now covered in thin beams of light, with gaps far too small for either to get through.

Pantalone whistles, looking over Scaramouche’s handiwork. “This,” he gestures toward the angelic light, “this is fairly impressive.”

“If this can harm a demon, who’s to say what it can do to a human?” Scaramouche threatens, glaring at Pantalone.

But Pantalone just grins at such a statement. Well, he grins, and then starts laughing. He chuckles, shaking his head at such a statement. “You’re funny.” But his grin melts away before he basically disappears, reappearing in front of Scaramouche, his hand around the angel’s throat.

Scaramouche claws at the hand, gasping for air, but his attempts are futile. “This has been going on far too long already. Do you know how much I crave being rid of this world? After you and your human die, I get to leave this shithole and watch the chaos safe in hell where I belong.”

Scaramouche continues to gasp for air, hoping that he gets enough to actually breathe, but sincerely doubting he will be able to.

“It’s quite a shame you’re the spawn of Baal. You had potential,” Pantalone mutters, tightening his grip around Scaramouche’s throat. “But you were born as nothing. It really is a shame.”

“Fuck…” Scaramouche spits out, barely even able to speak.

Pantalone leans forward, intending to whisper in his ear. “Just die already.”

“You,” Scaramouche mutters, grabbing an item stowed away in his back pocket. He hears the noises before actually registering what he has done. The explosion-like sound erupting from the small item he…borrowed from Heizou without asking echoes in the hallway. And then, he hears the gurgling.

Pantalone stares at him with his eyes widened, looking behind himself to see Dottore grasping his throat, blood coating his hands. The demon tightens his grip, gritting his teeth at Scaramouche. “You fucking asshole! Why the fuck would you even try this shit?”

“Better…go…help him,” Scaramouche mutters, still struggling to breathe. “That can be fatal.”

Pantalone looks at Scaramouche and then at Dottore, clearly going through the scenario in his head. He groans, letting go of Scaramouche’s throat, the angel tumbling to the ground. Heizou rushes to Scaramouche, attempting to sit between him and the two assailants.

The demon kneels toward Dottore, inspecting the wound. He lets out a breath, sending a glare toward Scaramouche. “I’ll be sure to break your hands next time.”

“Looking forward to it,” Scaramouche spits out, flipping off the demon.

But Pantalone says nothing, and soon, both the witch and the demon are gone in the blink of an eye. Scaramouche can only assume it is to get Dottore healed, because the moment he dies Pantalone is screwed.

“You stole my gun.”

Scaramouche shrugs, coughing a little. “It was the only way both of us could survive. You didn’t run.”

“I didn’t want you to die alone.”

Scaramouche smiles, resting his head on the wall behind him. “I’m so tired…”

“Then sleep,” Heizou says, gently moving Scaramouche’s limbs so that he can be more comfortable. “We can wait a bit.”

“Diluc…he’s supposed to show up soon.”

“And we can wait.”

Scaramouche nods, his eyes closed. It doesn’t take much effort to actually doze off, the events of the day catching up to him. And soon, the reality of his life, the noises of the world, slowly fade so that Scaramouche is greeted with complete and utter bliss.

Heizou smiles when he realizes that his angel is sleeping. So, he sits up a bit, pressing a small kiss onto his forehead before shifting so that he can rest his head on Scaramouche’s shoulder. “Goodnight Scara.”

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beacansidhe · 1 year ago

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MANDRAGORA

Chapter Four - "Baptism of Fire"

"Kaeya doesn’t wear his eyepatch around the house anymore. Diluc isn’t sure when it started; perhaps he had stopped even back before the wake, but he had been paying such little attention to him at that time that he hadn’t noticed. Now, however, Diluc takes notice of every change in Kaeya, no matter how small.

Such as the way he moves through the world now with true confidence, unchained for the first time from his burdens. His every step is lighter, his smile generous and luminous; it is like after an entire lifetime of darkness, an ember has finally coalesced inside of him, and it smolders in his eyes like the lucent nucleus of an evening star.

Though the sight of his father’s eye on Kaeya’s face used to perturb him, he has accepted it as part of him now, another striking feature to admire. It is in lovely contrast to his inborn eye—fiery red and icy blue, much like the two of them."

SUMMARY:

Diluc's father is not a good man. He has always been distant with his family and prone to anger, an eccentric man who has never liked to be questioned. He is strict and stern, and particular about the order of things in both his home and his business. Two weeks after his ninth birthday, he arrives home with a strange, quiet boy, perhaps a year or two older than him. His skin is a warm, beautiful brown, his hair so black that it appears almost blue in the daylight, and he does not smile.

“This is Kaeya,” his father says, with a warmth Diluc has not heard for many years. Perhaps he has never heard it at all. “He will be staying with us from now on. Come and say hello, Diluc.”

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★ A fantasy horror story focused on Diluc and Kaeya's relationship as they attempt to recover from a lifetime of abuse at the hands of Crepus Ragnvindr.

★ Please mind the tags!

★ From The Start:

#luckae #kaeya #diluc #genshin fic #genshin fanfic

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milkandcookies-post · 2 years ago

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DAY 2♡

|Pull the trigger|

I wrote this with Verbatim in mind😋

Note

!BTW SPOILER FOR KAEYA LORE!

|This isn’t canon, the lore I kinda wrote is just fully fan made for plot reasons. I barely even understand Kaeya lore so I made it up lol but I did use some aspects of canon lore so beware.|

[M/N] and Aether is reader

[M/N]/Aether uses they/them and masc titles

Character: KAEYA ALBERICH

Angst? Idk but you hold a gun to Kaeya but slight fluff at the end.

-not proof read-🤩

[M/N] didn’t want this.

No no no, this feeling of betrayal and love burns their insides

The darkest kind of love looming up their shoulders.

Hes their husband, their love, their friend.

Yet then why did they hold a gun towards him

Why did he do such things.

“… Mondstadt is your home. So then— why are you turning your back on it?”

[M/N] gulped and sighed, they were never good at confrontation.

Their grip on the gun tightened, their eyes looming anywhere but their husbands eyes, Kaeya’s eyes.

Yes eyes

His eye patch no longer held on, revealing his beautiful golden eye. They would be gushing over it right now if it wasn’t for the moment right now.

They’ve seen beneath his eyepatch many times, yet this time felt unnerving, nauseating.

“[M/N]…”

Oh how they love the way their name falls off his tongue, they just wanted to throw the gun away and cry into his arms.

His eyes pitiful and sorrow filled

He walked close, only a few centimeters away from the gun

“My dear husband, please. You know I wouldn’t dare do such a thing”

It was a lie

It all was

If he was telling the truth then what were the papers on his desk a yard away from them.

What was he doing with the abyss, with their sister?

Tears filled your eyes, bottom lip trembling

[M/N]’s hands started to shake

This feeling, them holding their husband gun point. Maybe you should’ve listen to Diluc.

“You wont do it”

His voice covered in guilt and shame, those eyes that once looked at them with such love and adoration now filled with plead and sorrow.

“You can’t pull the trigger.”

He loomed closer, the gun only two inches away from his chest, his eyes filled with something but doubt or worry

“You can’t pull it because you love me..”

His eyes softened and that made it harder, harder to stay strong

“It takes a very brave and a very cold person to do that [M/N], I don’t think you can.”

His chest was now touching the gun, [M/N]’s hands trembling so much the gun was visibly shaking.

They knew they could never harm their beloved husband, they loved him too much to ever cause harm to him.

But they were so mad

So mad that he knew about their sister and didn’t tell them

So mad that he dare risk the safety of Mondstadt for some stupid plan that could fail so easily.

“Isn’t that true?”

It was so quite in the room, only the sounds of [M/N]’s and Kaeya’s heartbeats were the only source of sound that could be heard

“Isn’t that why your waiting?..”

A harsh sense of guilt washed over [M/N], nails digging into their palms. Body tensing up with the slight breeze from outside the room

Kaeya’s face no longer filled with warmth and giddyness.

His eyes looked so tired, his shoulders slacked.

He looked nothing like the man they married.

[M/N]’s eyes darted towards the silver banner on his ring finger, they subconsciously ran their thumb over their ring.

Oh the day he placed it onto their finger, with his two hands. Oh how they loved that day, his eyes almost glowed with love and happiness.

This moment was so different from that day.

They unbearably loved him, they were his husband and he was theirs.

Their hold on the gun loosened, the tip leaning down towards their and his feet.

“Thats not true”

Tears escaping from their eyes, face flushing with sorrow and guilt.

Their head leaning down, afraid to face their love.

Kaeyas hands slowly caressing their face, thumb sliding over their cheek. The different type of warmth, his warmth onto their skin was so comforting.

They gently tilted their head, to face his eyes.

Yet they didn’t focus onto his eye, they focused on just his face; avoiding his eyes once again.

“Or is it that you want to watch your victory, you want my heart to constrict with agony”

Him the one to start crying, never once in [M/N]’s life they thought they would ever seen Kaeya cry

Their pupils shrinking in shock, they wanted to say that they could never want something like that for him.

“My hands to shake..”

Kaeya looked away from their sight, his eyes red and puffy like theirs.

He took his hand away from their cheek, only for them to grab it and run their thumb over his knuckles

“You want me to plea for my life so you can make a generous gesture and spare me”

Softly sighing, looked down at their colliding hands.

Their other hand placed onto his shoulders, softly rubbing circles onto his back in a way of comfort.

“Sorry [M/N], I don’t seem to be in the mood for prayer”

#kaeya #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya angst #milk and cookies post #⚪️.genshin impact #🍪.sfw #light angst #slight fluff #🍫💗.dangerouslyurs

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ventismacchiato · 2 years ago

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˗ˏˋ balladeer & friends ´ˎ˗

scaramouche x g!n reader

scaramouche — film major, childe got him into streaming and everyone thirsted over his hands when his camera accidentally pointed towards them, gained popularity from being in childe’s videos first, uses the name kunikuzushi irl so nobody figures out his online persona, goes by scara online, horror game fanatic, loves story games and gets rlly invested in them, ppl love his voice and snarky attitude.

childe — business major, kinda like mr beast and throws a lot of money away in streams for entertainment. just lookin for a good time and has scara in the back of his videos but always slaps a giant eggplant emoji on his face to not expose him. already had a following because of the insanity of his videos as time went on and gave scara a jumpstart, closest friend of scara #chiscara4lyfe

heizou — criminology major, started streaming as a side project for class and then never stopped, known for his conspiracy videos like those game theory ones and loves mystery games but always figures out the ending, also does those buzzfeed unsolved/watcher kinda videos, SUPER flirty to his chat omfg so many edits of him saying the most outlandish shit, joins kazuha’s streams and attempts to flirt via donations

tighnari — botanic science major, has a bunch of compilations like “tighnari roasting his friends for 10 mins straight” very blunt with his chat and will judge them. does those judging my viewers confessions videos a lot, will play story based games solely to judge the writing, does garden tours during streams and his fans like to send him rose petals through his p.o. box, has a long geoguesser streak

albedo — art major, art streams and youtuber, does a lot of drawing tutorials and known for his unique art style and talent. lots of edits since he’s rlly attractive and has a sexy voice, has a segment where he lets his fans send in their hw and he does it for them when he’s bored, he and tighnari get shipped a lot for their compatible personalities, his sister klee streams with him when she visits and he lets her win in all the games and tells his chat to keep quiet about it

behind the lens !

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teyvat university, junior year of college, age 20-21

everyone lives off campus together

scara doesn’t have a face icon for now cus he’s a faceless streamer he’s so sexy and mysterious

both groups tend to collab but usually stick to their own, kinda like content houses but less douchey lmfao

tighnari is so sexy but pretend he isn’t a furry in this modern setting ☠️

synopsis - , better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

author’s notes - planned out the au for the most part will start it when i feel like it 🤗

taglist is closed — @captainzep @elysiumarchieve @plinkuro @sakkakuu-squared @eliqusgenma @vuvulia @kunikuzushiit @heehooyeslol @stxrgxzxr @lilneps @uma-umie @lynnforever @mitsukifilms @caesars-bubbles @wheneverthesunrise @its-like-twilight @kazuhalvrr @camiluvsreading @cloudxemoji @thenightsflower @p1utto @caesars-bubbles @lxry-chxn @orbitscara @court-jester-stuff @lauragalliart @veyu002 @kaeyas-eyepatch-69 @leathernourishingshoepolish @satowaluverr @lexlapis @drunkwithfever @remiikoe @exhaustedcommunist @vincanzu @just-here-reading @amoguz @ainlaw @ovaliz @depressedwhore @kitsuvil @whatamidoing89 @bunny-x-sakura @scarasaver @kazioli @xiaosoneandonly @vinskypuff @cridtiins @cherrybeomgyu @asukahiriko [1/3]

name in bold means i can’t tag you

#genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin smau #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #scaramouche x gender neutral reader #scaramouche x reader smau #scaramouche smau #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x oc #kunikuzushi smau #kunikuzushi x you #kunikuzushi x reader #behind the lens smau

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meletesmusings · 2 years ago

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2 Odins?? Post01 (2/4)

Continued from Post01 (1/4)

So now that we've established possible connections putting Kaeya in the position of a second Odin... why two Odin's in the game? Why have an Odin that seems to share many traits with the mythological figure including physically (the Statuette drops depicting presumably an older bearded man, Irmin) and ... a young man with an eyepatch? For that, we have to discuss syncretism.

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The Oxford dictionary definition relevant to this defines syncretism as: the amalgamation or attempted amalgamation of different religions cultures or schools of thought. An example of this would be how commonly Roman and Greek gods are equated with one another. This is because the Romans syncretized their gods to the Greek gods in a, "Oh you have a Greek goddess named Hera? OH!!! That's our Roman goddess Juno! Yea we call her something different but they're totally the same. Dude trust us." And this is a practice they would continue as the Romans conquered. As the Romans moved towards Gallic territory they would encounter Woden/Odin (I will continue to refer to this god as Odin for simplicity's sake) and syncretized him to the Roman god Mercury. And Merucry... is basically just the Greek Hermes taken by the Romans and shoved together with some minor Roman gods into a new shiny god of their own. So by way of Mercury, we've now established a connection between Odin and Hermes which now gets us to where we need to be.

Much of our modern interpretation of Hermes is taken from the Classical and Hellenistic period where he's depicted as a clean-shaven young man. However, older depictions of him from around 800 BC - 480 BC in the Archaic period had him depicted as an older bearded man. And this appearance has connections to the fascinating intertwined history of Hermes and the god Pan which I do highly recommend looking into if you're interested but not important right now. But through this connection we can have King Irmin as Odin by way of the older bearded Hermes as well as Kaeya as a younger Odin by way of the physically younger Hermes. It makes you wonder, how many traits of Hermes can be ascribed to Kaeya?

((A bit of a tangent that I acknowledge PROBABLY is not true as the shapes are quite different and discussions on visions and their casings are a whole can of worms on their own...but... wouldn't it be funny if the two "wings" missing from Kaeya's Mondstat vision casing were ripped off to be turned into the two dangling acessories on the anklet over his boots? Two wings springing from his ankles à la Hermes perhaps? ))

Continued in Post01 (3/4)

#genshin theory #genshin impact theory #Post01 #I'm glad the keep reading insert worked correctly in the previous post!#now I'm hoping the photo insert works correctly here #kaeya alberich

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galactia · 2 years ago

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there's no way he'll make it back to the winery in this state.

in retrospect, diluc knows he's made some ... catastrophically stupid decisions tonight, not the least of which was attempting to clear a fatui camp by himself. normally it's a simple enough task for someone as strong as he is, but he's hardly at his best tonight --- sick with a raging head cold and suffering the ill effects of prolonged delusion use, a one-two punch that's left him with only a fraction of his usual strength and stamina; unsurprisingly, he's taken far more damage in this fight than he usually ever would. and so --- soaked to the bone and looking for all the world like a miserable wet cat --- he limps the half-mile to kaeya's abode and knocks weakly at the door, doing his very best to keep from bleeding all over the doorstep.

softly at first, and then with as much volume as he can manage ( which isn't much; he's cracked at least a few ribs in tonight's skirmish ) : "kaeya ? kae ... you home ?"

@dilucisms - unprompted - always accepting!

Kaeya was, in fact, home. And not sleeping despite laying atop his bed linens, trying for all the world to catch enough hours of rest to be human the next morning. The knock at his door is enough to have his eyes fly open. He laid still for a moment, before snatching his eyepatch from his bedside table and padding out of the bedroom toward the door. Surely, no one would be out at this time of the night, asking at his door if it wasn't impor-

Diluc's voice was enough. He didn't even bother with the precautionary dagger he kept beside the door on a low table. He unbolted and swung it open.

"'Luc, what is it-" The what was abundantly clear the moment Diluc nearly fell through the threshold, drenched, breathing like he really couldn't, blood spilling from somewhere onto Kaeya's hands as he caught the heap that was his brother.

"Here, sit down. Sit-" Kaeya helped him to a low, long divan (that had next to abysmal upholstery; the abundance of pillows and blankets Kaeya had decorated it with, however, made up for its short-comings).

"What did you do?" He asked with no real bite, gloveless hands gently guiding his brother's face to get a better look. The question was rhetorical. What did Diluc do every night? Risk his damn life, alone. And by the looks of it, tonight he had risked his damn life while sick as a dog. Shivers wracked through the elder Ragnvindr, and Kaeya knew that his first two priorities were to stave the worst of the bleeding and get his brother warm.

Fuck. He'd catch his death like this.

"I'll be right back."

And he was, with a basin, towels, a robe, cloak, and thick socks, as well as a medical kit. There was already a fire simmering in the hearth, and Kaeya tossed the rest of the logs he owned onto it, and it quickly roared to life.

With the added light, he could see better just how badly Diluc had been injured. "'Luc, 'Luc-" He worried, pealing away the tatters of a ruined shirt and pressing a clean wash cloth to the worst of it. "Hold this." He encouraged, gentle, guiding Diluc's hand to where he needed it.

Kaeya was no nurse or nun, but he knew enough, and had asked Barbara for lessons on stitching. Stitching fabric and skin were not so different, she had told him once, and he had been a star pupil.

But first, he helped Diluc strip free of his uselessly wet clothes, down to his boots. "Let me, let me." Kaeya stayed Diluc from bending as he slipped thick socks over his feet and wrapped him first in a robe and then a cloak.

Diluc's hair was a mussed, limp mess, and was doing him no favors in the hypothermic department. For now, Kaeya swept it back and wrapped its ends in a towel. He would see to it better later.

"Now, let me check that gash-" He knelt at his brother's side, pulling the medical kit closer. There was more than torn flesh, but bruising the spread up, across Diluc's ribcage. The furrow worked deeper into Kaeya's brow. Bruised or broken, Diluc's ribs had taken a beating.

"....Who was it? Abyss? Fatui?" Came his question, tight with concern as he delicately cleaned away the blood, "You idiot. You absolute idiot."

#dilucisms #answered//dilucisms #[ gosh he's so Worried #He's going to stitch up his wounds and dry his hair and prop him up in bed #and after he's Sure he's not dying on him #making him some Hot tea to help with the head cold ]#[ don't worry 'Luc your brother has got you ]

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You remain sitting in your hotel room, legs crossed while sipping your favorite wine from Mondstadt. The Dawn Winery greeted you rather happily, knowing fully who you are and what you’ve been doing in the area. You are their helper, you are the doctor who helped the people, and you are the scholar studying medicine but also studying the Abyss to help the people of Teyvat. Every other year you visit this place of freedom, chuckling to yourself when you want to call these fools out for their debauchery. Freedom, they say. And yet, you know they’re mistreating your brethren so cruelly. But you? Ah, you are the beloved medic after years of proving to them you’re not affiliated with the Fatui. How disgusting. It makes you think about all of the people you’ve met, witnessed and met up with. One of them makes you laugh, placing the wine glass down while leaning against the modest wooden table with your elbows. Don’t you have a dinner to attend with [HIM] today?

Kaeya Alberich. The enigmatic Cavalry Captain with a sly smile and a beautiful mind. He is smart, he is quite delightful to see and to speak with. It makes one wonder how he views you right now. It’s obvious men of his intelligence would find you rather strange, suspicious in your own way through acting. But what exactly your lies hide? What is the lie? Where does the lie end and the truth begin? It’s been years since you started playing this pretty game of flirt and entertainment, humanity’s emotions and behaviors were her forte and so was strategizing to use them… use every one of them as an opportunity. Reputation, adoration, respect, and trust. Even if a knee had to be bent, even if apologies must’ve been said, even if acting as a goody-two-shoes was in order. It didn’t matter. How far can you go down this path? And how deep does Alberich’s own darkness go beneath the guise of that flirtatious and sweet smile of his? Akin to you, he is a fox and a snake at the same time. Isn’t it fun?

“He has such a pretty eye,” you say, knowing full well that no one but you will know the detrimental knowledge just one look at his pupil will give out. His brethren from Khaenri’ah saw you as their nightmare, even worse than other gods. All because you did not need anything but information and you were nothing but a human with a goal in your frigid mind. You were a human and you were cruel, but you never took pleasure in torture and extraction. You didn’t care about their cries, you didn’t care about their begging, you didn’t care about who they were or how high they sat in the Abyss Order with their titles. They all end up in the same way: All become equal before Death.

Cold, apathetic, and ambitious. Naturally, you will not reach out for Alberich’s eye as you know he will not be one to give you answers as his brethren from the Abyss Order would. He stands too high on the ladder of Mondstadt, you’re not here to make enemies with the land of the free. The ones who keep this small city afloat are a few, but they were holding this city away from Fatui just like that. They are useful in their own way, information flows through here easier than from Liyue; well, Liyue was Pantalone’s division. Not yours.

“I wonder if his other one is injured or if it's missing. It would be nice to see both of them. Maybe it’s a different color. I’ve seen some of the cursed ones have different colors for both of their eyes.” You speak out loud, whispering and imagining what could be under that eyepatch. If you seduce him, will he let you see it? Who knows, oh who knows. He just might cut you down right then and there. He isn’t one to trust; you know a liar when you meet one as you are just the same. You are a snake, and he is a fox. It’s pretty ironic how both of you share a Cryo Vision. “He has a nice voice, a cooler touch, a tongue of silver, and a personality so befitting. It’d be a shame if I were to lose that connection, but I wonder if he knows?”

Does he keep in touch with the Abyss Order? Does he still speak with them? Does he know what monster hides beneath the visage of the enigmatic lunar beauty? You are a layered beast, hiding your true self under blankets of snow where you sleep within the abyss of skeletons of those who had been killed, tortured, and used by you. Beasts, humans, monsters. No one escaped your touch, you aren’t sure if Death even wishes to greet you at this point after you almost met it in the Abyss. It made you think if Kaeya was similar in terms of survival. Does he need to hide his allegiance or does everyone know? It would be fun. It would be so much fun. What side was the Cavalry Captain on? The Khaneri’ah’s or the Mondstadt’s? Another tragedy will become a bard’s song in the lands of the free. You want to see the end of it, you want to witness if betrayal will color the city of freedom into red colors. Anything to entertain your apathetic frigid heart, huh? You are so bored from goody-two-shoes but is there truly saints in this world? Kaeya is certainly not one. So he wouldn’t be against a small time of blasphemy, correct? Your dinner awaits. Tempting him wouldn’t be something you didn’t think about. Perhaps, you should try and enjoy the evening while wondering if there will be poison in your cup. How fun.

“I wonder how your face will change when you learn the truth. Ah, truth seeker, if luck permits… You’d want to paint walls with my blood as many others. How will others react if you do not choose them? After all, Jean and Lisa are quite sweet maidens, aren’t they? So is Amber. Your brother… Hm~, maybe it will be a tale of brothers killing each other. Will my ‘storyteller theory’ work out after all?” You laugh as you get up, chugging the rest of your drink, yet it tastes like nothing. Your mind is filled with dances and the excitement happening today’s evening. Will you win a wonderful night, or will you both have a nice chat? Or will he forever wish to never affiliate himself with you? It doesn’t matter. For each result, you have another opportunity and another plan ready. “It’s time to get ready for dinner. I better look my best if… I want to have fun tonight.”

#frozenambiguity #HERE U GO CLAUDIA #you liked that post a very long time ago but i did not forget!!!#❄ ― DRABBLES. ╱ to the very deeps of the last days，to shine – and to hell with everything else!

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