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jhuzen · 2 years ago

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could u write kaveh diluc or kaeya with an obsessive m reader? like yandere type (or just obsessive whatever u want) I love the way u write them ur my fav blog

following elysium [m.reader]

maaaaan i haven’t written anything yandere in a good while now. but i can’t say i don’t miss it. this takes me back to my obsession with yandere character arc (*coughs in yan asogi that i still obsess over in my drafts*) so this request will let me know if i’ve lost my touch. also, why pick between three when you can have all lolololll

𖦹 dark themes, yandere male reader (ranging from manipulative, to overprotective, to soft), manipulation everywhere (like a lot, i swear i’m not good at it irl or am i jkjk), obsessive themes, some mentions and allusions of death, some isolation, scare tactics, love bombing

𐂂 obsession is a lethal poison, and yet you’ve survived a gallon of doses.

Kaveh

Your sweet naïve little Kaveh was quite the adorable one, always so considerate, so willing to please and so eager to do what he can in order to satisfy you, a mere admiring client of his. A man that he knew that personally sought him out to the ends of Sumeru just to meet him and commission him. Just because for some reason, you had heard of him from the outskirts of this vast nation.

Oh truly what an honor it is.

If only he knew it took one smile from him and a small greeting from exactly just a year ago when he officially met you, that sent you spiraling into a mad obsession that longed to pursue him; if only he insisted to look inside the office you’ve kept him off of, he would have seen the altar that could rival any other archons out there; if only he had a lick of awareness in him, he would’ve seen that your devilishly charming smiles were indeed the work of something far more sinister.

Alas, he was your sweet little architect, unaware of your leering stares, gazes so predatory it could leave any prey scampering off, ready to pounce at him and just break him.

But you are a man of class, you knew your way around people’s hearts, and Kaveh’s weakness was the positive feedback he gets from his clients. He’s helping out of the goodness of his heart, after all, mora is not so much of an issue (to the point of him even incurring a debt), and he was even just as generous with you, refusing the pounds of mora that you were willing to lay at his feet (though you send him away with heaps still).

And as your gaze flitted from the blueprints of your master’s bedroom renovation to the man currently in charge of it, a small smile wormed its way to your face. Truly your esteemed genius architect is a lovely one, how lucky were you that you met him on that particular day.

“Hm… I don’t think with the way we’ve recently renovated your hallways, your bedroom pans out at all,” his bottom lip stuck out into an adorable pout, and it took every cell in your body to control the maddening urge to kiss them, to bite them until you even get a taste of him.

“Is that so?” You casually leaned over, drawing yourself nearer than normal. And heaven swallowed you whole when you got a whiff of that familiar honey scented shampoo that Kaveh often used (you’ve made a note of buying more in stock once you’ve enacted the final steps in your little plan).

However, even that lovely scent wasn’t enough to keep your attention away from the way Kaveh stiffened, from the way his grip around the parchment of your blueprint significantly tightened to the point of ripping it apart, from the way his breath hitched.

“I— A-Ah! Um! Yes—!”

From the way his voice cracked — those red eyes peered up at you — to the way those gazes of his became increasingly fonder and more frenzied, much like yours, but less subtle. Kaveh was always bad at hiding how he truly feels, and it made it easier for you to trap him in your little cage, to snip away his wings until he’s fully tied down to you.

You tilted your head, cocking an eyebrow as you put him in his place, rendering him almost speechless when he briskly turned back to the blueprint, wide-eyed and flustered. How adorable.

“Well, I trust that you know how our transactions are, my dear,” your tone was suave and smooth, practiced to perfection, and the same way with your movements that were calculated for precision, ensnaring your poor unsuspecting Kaveh. You took a lock of his hair in your hand, twirling it around as you attempted to find his averted gaze. “Go all out. Mora is not an issue.”

Kaveh’s head stuttered as he nodded, his trembling hands barely able to release the poor blueprint from his vice grip. He somehow didn’t know why, but there were recent changes about you in the few and far between times that he sees you for your personal consultation. Kaveh thought it sweet really, that you would go out of your way to contact a grand and comfortable enough transportation to take him to your home instead of making him walk a hundred miles just to do so (despite his initial insistence to do it instead).

You were the first client that has been so generous with praises and mora when it comes to your payment, and while the architect can afford to be modest about accepting your financial payment, even he couldn’t hide the metaphorical wagging of his tail should you even grace him one compliment for his efforts. Don’t get him wrong though, he knows he’s good, how else could he have graduated with honors if not?

Nevertheless, your approval was something Kaveh continuously sought, until every letter of commission you sent him suddenly had him mistaking it for a letter of something more… intimate, something that held a rather romantic connotation.

He took your kindness for something more, unknowing of your ulterior motives, blissfully unaware about the obsession that gets you high, and absolutely clueless about the fact that ten of your men — the ones that greeted him so jovially as they gave him a ride to your grand home — had their eyes on his every move on the days he would be off back home, acting as your eyes, all perfectly ready to execute someone should they harm a hair on his head.

Thoughts of you became even more intrusive the more he met with you, Kaveh found you addicting, and he even felt ashamed of the fact that he did so. You’re his client! He shouldn’t be so emotionally involved in the first place. He was there to do his job that you commissioned him for.

But a moment of clarity soon encompassed him when he realized that he has previous engagements to this. That he shouldn’t be staying the night at your home once more to work on renovating your bedroom.

“Ah… I just remembered…” Kaveh’s frown was unmistakable, and suddenly the feeling of eagerness of him meeting up with his friends at the usual tavern was replaced with blatant hesitance at the thought of leaving you. But he quickly shook it off, turning back to you, “Hey… I hope you don’t mind if I can postpone our work for now…”

Where did you get that wine?

Your gaze lifted from the swirling burgundy in your glass, “Oh? How come? Need some inspiration?”

“I just remembered I promised to meet with my friends tonight. It’s only once a month.”

Your lips almost turned down into a disdainful scowl but opted for a small, reserved disappointed frown, “Ah. I see. How disappointing that is,” you murmured, but it was enough for Kaveh to hear. Deceitfully disheartened, like practiced and the way Kaveh’s eyebrows furrowed in concern was enough of a reaction.

“It wouldn’t be for too long though! I’ll be back tomorrow!” The hesitation crept up on him and it showed in the tone of his voice. Desperation soon followed when his body turned to face yours, a sign of vulnerability and submission in this situation. “It’s not… it’s not as if I’m leaving or anything.”

You heaved a sigh, “But that would be too much on you, making you come all the way back and even after spending some time with your friends too.” You can only thank the lucky stars that you were a son of a theatre actor from Fontaine, it sure came in handy.

“No, I can definitely make it! You’re my best client, I can’t afford to—”

Kaveh’s frantic saving was quickly interrupted when you decided to go in for the kill, “Like I said, I don’t wish to run you ragged… and my family will come and visit soon.” You snapped your fingers, looking at Kaveh with feigned curiosity, “Ah, yes. Might you know any other capable architects? Surely I can’t expect the same work like yours, but someone who would not disappoint would be enough.”

His red eyes immediately went wide, completely baffled at your suggestion. You were willing to replace him? Just like that?

“I…” Kaveh looked down, suddenly meek. “I don’t know anyone who can do that much,” he muttered despite knowing otherwise. He was kind to his fellow architects, but surely he can afford to be selfish about you just this once?

He failed to see the way your eyes shone with satisfaction, contrasting you disheartened tone, “Hm… pity that is…”

Well. Missing one night wouldn’t hurt, right?

Kaveh looked back up at you, “I… I suppose I can afford to just show up next time. We do these hangouts all the time anyway,” his words completely contrasted his claim of scarce meets earlier, but it was more than enough for you to know how quickly he gave in. “Ah, whatever. I’m sure those guys can handle themselves.”

“Are you certain?” You asked, tilting his head up with a hand on his chin, almost getting lost into those ruby reds of his. “I’d hate for you to miss such an important engagement.”

And before he knew it, he willingly embraced the shadows, engulfing every part of him, leaving none untouched. It swallowed him whole, like a limitless void, with no one left to even save him, forgetting anyone else but you and only you.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t mind staying with you.”

You tapped the rim of your glass on his lip, pouring that familiar wine in the small gap of his lips that you’ve graced him on the many nights he would stay to work on your home renovations. You watched with pure delight as Kaveh’s eyes grew hazy and unfocused — left with nothing but with the manipulated admiration for you.

“Good. Let’s enjoy the night, shall we?”

𐂂

Kaeya

The infamous Cavalry Captain has no one to blame but himself, really. Even as your superior, he knew no bounds when it comes to reserving himself. He always flaunted himself at you, like a fashionable bird that that preened its wings on the daily just to show off. He was flashy, mouthy, and unbearably attractive.

Being placed under him was hell for all the different reasons. You were constantly in his presence — and you had to shoulder the patience of the kindest archon in existence to resist anything remotely impulsive. You had to be near him in proximity, always around him, accompanying him from the most mundane errands to the most hectic missions.

And while Captain Kaeya was he shining beacon between you and him, you were the dark shadow that walked behind him. It wasn’t your fault, he asked you so himself.

“This guy’s going to shadow me, hope you have no objections to that, Acting Grandmaster,” was what you heard on that one fateful day, before finding your pristine uniform getting remotely crinkled as he dragged you away without breaking a sweat.

Since that day, no person in Monstadt can claim that they’ve seen Kaeya without you, or you without him. It was almost like fate, except it was a fate that forged a bond from the depths of abyss — a bond that embodied nothing but a push and pull relationship, the distance and proximity, the obsession and submission.

You had to watch him put himself out there, when you can just as easily drag that information from someone if you asked with a blade on their throat; that usually gets people talking. But he dismissed you easily, and let you stew in the cesspool of madness that his actions slowly created.

And you were none the wiser, you cleaned up the messes he made, you made sure to silence the people once they came into their senses that they’ve been bested by yet again the sniveling calvary captain of the order.

All of his commands, you obeyed without complaint.

And oddly enough, it brought you a sense of comfort. That he trusts you this much, that he’s willing to let you go rampant in exchange for his safety — one that you never failed on doing. All of it, to keep him safe.

Until recently, you found it inconvenient to let him off without a leash. Seeing him come home from an excursion with scratches that decorated his poor body — adding further into those battle scars that you’ve once had the displeasure of seeing when he asked you to aid him into wrapping himself with a handful of bandages — and it wasn’t the greatest sight. You fussed over him like a mother hen, never once letting him out of your sight.

You were rewarded with a grateful side-hug from the captain, and it was enough to fuel your mission in protecting him.

“Ah! Captain! Should I accompany you today?” You asked as you approached him with a blinding grin — in fact so blinding, he had to squint his one good eye. For a shadow, you sure are bright. Perhaps Kaeya was mistaken when he said you were going to be his behind-the-scenes guy.

Kaeya found you adorable, in all honesty. You had an exuberant energy within you that went unparalleled, and on days that he personally needed someone to pick him up when everything weighed down on him, it seemed like you almost had a sixth sense for it and was almost always by his side. Not that he minded — he was grateful above all else. And on days when the drunkard bard or Rosaria weren’t around to keep him company, he trusts that you have some reserved liquor in your home so he can drink away his problems and still be fine in his sleep.

If only he knew how hard you stared at him, obsessively looking him over while you slowly drowned in your fantasies — one of which him finally being chained to you, devoted and stuck waiting at home while you defend his honor without him having to harm himself in the process.

“There you are, missed me already?” He asked with a cheeky grin.

You did. You couldn’t sleep a wink, knowing that you weren’t around to protect him.

You scratched your head and laughed, “Aw, don’t be so mean captain. I only care about your wellbeing!”

“Hm~? How sweet… sure wouldn’t hurt to have you around every now and then.”

You have been. You prowled around his remote home, kicking stones and staring longingly in the window, ready to pounce at anyone who seemed vaguely threatening.

Kaeya thought how endearing you might be if you were to be his, but with the mission he carries on his back, he wonders if it’s even worth it having you, only to betray you in the end. He wonders if you can betray your own homeland for him.

You would, without question. You will lay a hundred corpses of the Order’s knights at his feet should he ask.

“Don’t tease me so much, captain,” your pout was enough to lift his spirits from that asinine thought. “Now, where are you going? I’ll go prepare my things.”

“Just heading up to Dragonspine to meet with the chief investigator. It shouldn’t be too hard, so you can just stay here and enjoy a bit of downtime, yeah? Go bother my brother if you want, you have my full permission.”

You frowned and Kaeya suddenly felt a chill crawl through his spine. You never did expressed such a disappointment even on the most difficult situations, and it suddenly feels like he made a mistake in refusing you. Perhaps it was because you towered over him so easily, perhaps it was because you could catch him without even trying that Kaeya suddenly felt so small in comparison to you.

The tension lasted for a good minute, silence engulfed the both of you and Kaeya has never felt so uncomfortable in his own skin. Should he have taken his answer back? But really, there was no need for you to escort him in the first place.

You then broke the silence with a quiet, dispirited sigh.

“Okay, but please keep safe, alright?” You patted the captain’s cheeks, sending him a small smile before heading off.

Kaeya didn’t like the way the guilt gnawed in his chest.

And while you also didn’t like an act of betrayal, you found it necessary at times — times when lessons had to be taught. The Acting Grandmaster said so herself, that experience is the best teacher.

Kaeya trudged through the coldness of Dragonspine, completely hating the fact that he had no company now. Maybe he should’ve just agreed to your proposition, and you looked so sad too! Like a kicked puppy that was told to sleep outside in the cold night. He couldn’t bear the thought of you looking so sad — you were his partner, of course you should’ve come!

Alas, the feelings of being attached to someone burdened him so, and while he sought your brightest and warmest of smiles, he couldn’t muster the courage to see it fall on the day that he fulfills what he knows would be his inevitable fate in the long run.

However all his rumination came into a halt the moment he heard a roar that thundered quite literally just beside him.

Kaeya had little time to think the moment the beast emerged from the towering trees of the mountains, his head blanking as he watched it lunge towards him with great speed. His hand that went up to the hilt of his sword suddenly froze the very moment he realized he was a little too late.

Closing his eye shut, he braced for the impact until suddenly, the beast roared and he could hear the familiar sickening sound of a blade piercing through the flesh.

Mere seconds were all it took for him to regain his breathing, his ears ringing as the adrenaline pumped through his veins. He now wonders if he really should’ve taken you up on your offer on escorting him in the first place, sure would’ve eased the guilt he felt inside and maybe he wouldn’t have to space out in the middle of his trail.

“Captain! Are you okay?!”

His eye flew open, seeing your angelic face that held nothing but pure concern for him. He glanced back at the slain beast and back to you, pupils dilated — you were here. Here. And you protected him.

He stayed still, watching in bated breath as you dropped your bloodied greatsword that stained the thick coat of snow. You smiled a little, brushing away a few strands of hair from his face, “There’s my captain. Are you alright? Did it hurt you?”

“Y…You’re here…?”

You blinked before laughing, bashful and what Kaeya can consider as remotely adorable in any other day, “Ah… yeah. I know you said I can’t come… but I can’t help it! What if you were in trouble and I wasn’t there to protect you? So I came and good thing I did!”

Kaeya’s lips trembled, before lunging in to hug you tight, almost sending you tumbling into the snow. You quickly returned the gesture, wrapping your arms around him tight. You patted his back, rubbing circles to soothe your poor little captain.

“There, there. From now on, let’s stick together, okay?”

The captain nodded into your shoulder, looking up to look at the unmoving beast that laid in the snow.

He does wonder though… since when were wild beasts in this mountain leashed?

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Diluc

To the citizens of Mondstadt, their uncrowned king remains as cold and as untouchable as he can be. He rarely interacted with anyone, and was almost always either cooped up in his manor, or out in other nations to further propagate his empirical business in the wine industry. He was always on the move, and people admired him for that.

And you were willing to bet your entire life that their admiration would grow tenfold when they realized that Diluc was the unsung Darknight Hero that terrorized every monsters that hoped to wreak havoc in the lives of the citizens.

Alas, the situation remains as it were, with him completely aloof to the people, leaving either a terrifying impression, or one that could leave someone seething at his unwelcoming tendencies.

But you would be remiss to blindly agree to that. In fact, you vehemently denied those claims as you remained by his side, like a loyal watchdog for him to command as he so pleases.

He was your savior first before your now superior. Diluc was your beacon of hope on the very day he rescued you from the cold rain, ostracized from your nation that you once loved and now left with a gaping void on your chest. You could still remember the feeling of that cold rain while you trudged within the Dawn Winery’s vicinity, when suddenly the rain stopped pelting harshly on you as a pair of shoes entered your field of vision.

You could still remember his words echo within your ears.

“You’re going to get sick. Come inside and let the rain pass at least.”

The rest was history after that, and now you sat as the elusive and capable butler of the famed prolific young man of the Ragnvindr clan. Though in fairness, you weren’t particularly elusive, and Adelinde can attest to that.

She has never seen someone handle their Master Diluc so delicately. She could sing her praises to you endlessly, with your attentive nature, and you willingness to serve Diluc without even an ounce of hesitation. You’ve certainly earned your keep in their eyes, and even the pyro vision wielder can see your dedication towards him.

There was always something with the way you carried yourself the moment you started working under the Ragnvindr house, you first started off as a mere novice in caring for the house, until you rapidly climbed up the ranks as Diluc’s personal attendant, aiding him in his home as well as his monthly international trips to ensure his safety.

Really, it wasn’t much to be praised for. You were only doing your job, and it’s a job that you found yourself intensely passionate for. To be with Diluc was an honor, to serve the man that saved you from your untimely demise, returning his actions with so much more than what was on offer.

Your service was something that toed between your gratefulness and a borderline obsession.

You gave what you can and Diluc was nothing but completely enamored with you, from your lofty smiles that felt like heaven, to your assisting hands that traced against his shoulders on mornings where you helped him get dressed for the day. All of it was slowly drawing him in. You were perfect, too perfect in fact, and it haunted poor Diluc that knew nothing but pain and betrayal.

“Master Diluc, I believe there is merit to getting some sleep after working so hard,” your smile was light and airy, and it was already a breath of fresh air from the contrasting suffocating environment that was filled to the brim with mindless drunks.

Diluc made a quiet noise of agreement (his mouth barely had the strength to move after talking to so many patrons of his), yet his feet begged to differ as it led him up to his office without skipping a beat.

You folded his coat in your arms and trailed after him, “So then why am I seeing you opening the door to what I believe is not your bedroom door?” You inquire with a croon, lovingly watching the way his hand hesitated to find the doorknob. It was a sign that he heeded your little advice and your little heart that was filled to the brim with love for your master couldn’t help but swell with pride and increase in rate, almost spilling over.

“I have… some reports to attend to. If I can finish it tonight, it would be less burden on me tomorrow,” Diluc reasoned, but it was clear that he was slowly caving into your whims, just the way you like it.

He was inexplicably weak towards you for some reason — something not a lot of people could achieve despite working for him or with him for a good while.

“Would it be wise to tend to them while completely exhausted?”

Once again, you’ve put him in a difficult place. You’re a cunning man, unfortunately for him, able to wriggle in some moments of logic into his brain that prioritized his duties over his own wellbeing. And for some reason, concerning as it is, his brain feels intoxicated as it sways to your will, completely subservient and willing to abide despite the fact that you were his servant and he was the commanding authority in your relationship.

Diluc feels it sometimes — the unsettling feeling of being squeezed tight, like a python coiling around his body as it suffocated him with love and care. His movements are restricted and he was unable to break free from that tightening grasp.

It was almost hard to breathe, but at the same time there was sick sense of comfort that was lodged into the back of his mind. He liked it. It was the affection that he was deprived of, leaving him writhing in the loneliness that he was forced to soldier through. And when you came to him on that one night, you gave him what he needed but not asked for.

You made him feel like he’s worth something, and it made him want to vie for a life worth something as well. It was a feeling that he could get high off of, and you were willing donor to whatever it was that he lacked.

And before he knew it, he sat at his tub comfortably, completely bare and vulnerable while you continued to wash his hair with such gentle hands. Never has he known a touch so kind like yours and he was ready to get lost within it.

“Feeling better?” Your voice coos at his ear, sickeningly sweet and yet he submits himself into it with reckless abandon. Your hands moved from his hair, leaving the most addicting touches as you traced your fingertips from the nape of his neck right to his shoulders that were filled with tension.

“Much,” Diluc muttered, head turning up as his half-lidded eyes met yours, still filled with that irresistible fondness that he grew to be addictive of. “Thank you, [Name].”

You smiled, succinct yet saccharine while your hands worked away the kinks and knots away from your master’s incredibly tensed muscles.

For him, you would give your all, even if it meant to face death. You would throw away anything else because a world without your endearing master is a world not worth living for. You will serve him until the world falls to your feet, and if given the chance, you will do what you can to protect him even beyond your useless life that long passed.

He was your savior and now you were a devout believer — one that worships his master with little to no hesitation. You can beat any other nun or the beloved deacon of that measly church with how much love and devotion you were willing to show him. Hell, even if you can’t, if it’s what Diluc wants, you would do well with dying as you try and make the impossible completely possible just for him.

Your love through subservience was quick to snuff out the wings your master once embodied to soar freely. He slowly caved into you, in need and constantly hungry for more, unaware of his growing dependence on your presence.

“It’s no problem, my lord. I will serve and tail you until the ends of this world. And even in my death, I am yours to command and to have.”

Diluc mirrored your smile, albeit much more tired than your sweet one.

He was the willing prey and you were the loving predator.

The unmistakably perfect match.

#i just realized the line up is reversed alphabetical #hm #ok maybe my sanity will be alright #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x yandere reader #yandere male reader #kaveh x male reader #kaeya x male reader #diluc x male reader #jhuzen’s stupid scenarios #jhuzen’s stupid one shots #LMAO idk if yall noticed but i took some inspo from the usual tropes of love interest that u see in otome games #the rich rich classy guy for kaveh #the himbo but not rlly secretly for kaeya #the caring and gentle servant for diluc #hope i pleased u with this anon #and tysm i feel honored to be a favorite of yours <3 #even tho my ass is a slow poster hoowee

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dailyluckae · 1 year ago

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#luckae #reposted from twitter #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr #rosaria #all 3 of my faves in one shot together #Genshin Impact special event

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k0mfort · 1 year ago

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“What part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?” with kaeya (genshin) omg ty 🫶

pairing: kaeya alberich (genshin impact) x reader (gender-neutral pronouns)

type: one-shot

prompt: “What part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?”

word count: 1,228

author's note: i hope u enjoy anon mwah ❤️

( masterlist │ ask/request │ prev post )

You pass through Mondstadt every few moons. The caravans of people you bring with you have somehow created a bond with the Wind City. This is the one place you all consider home—Teyvat is large, and you have seen places more beautiful than whatever the mind can conjure, but nothing is more beautiful than the singing dandelions dancing around the front gate of the city walls.

You entertain the thought of settling down. You have, countless times. You thought of starting a restaurant down in Liyue��or trying to somehow attain Inazuma citizenship despite the vision hanging loosely on your neck. But the perilous ways call out to you at night, and every time you begin daydreaming of setting your life down, it pulls you back in a whirlwind.

And no matter what the Cavalry Captain says to you tonight, nothing will change the fact that you belong to the road more than you even belong to yourself.

It is your first day back after months of not stepping into Mondstadt. The people have not changed—the wine stays good. A small party gathers at Angel’s Share, and you’ve somehow left the crowd and followed Kaeya up the second floor.

Kaeya raises the glass of wine to his lips—at this point, the alcohol no longer does a thing to his system. He’ll down however many glasses that are given to him, and he will probably at some point vomit them when it’s too much for his liver to handle. But getting drunk? The concept seems foreign to Kaeya.

He rests his back on the balcony and shakes the glass in his hand to watch the red liquid swirl in his glass.

The taste? Kaeya does not particularly enjoy red wine. Why does he keep coming back to it? It’s strange.

He glances at you. His confession didn’t seem to faze you—like you have been expecting it. Or you are used to it. Kaeya assumes that a mixture of both would be the reason for your ease. He doesn't hide his affection, after all. He quickly recalls all the times he has asked you to join him for a drink or lunch; all the time he scoots his chair closer to you when you would bring your friends in the tavern. All the sleepless nights in his chamber, too, must be quite the indicator for you of his attachment.

Kaeya finds falling in love to be quite easy and falling out of love quite the opposite, especially when it comes to you.

He turns and sets the glass on the balcony. “You’re acting like you didn’t hear me.”

His retort sends a wave of laughter out your mouth, which in turn sends chills down his spine.

“I am not lover material, Captain,” you smile, swaying your body. “Teyvat is as big as you can see, and more. You’ll find whatever woman or man you actually want beyond Mondstadt’s borders.”

“But you’re the only one I want.”

“No,” you insist, as though you know better. “I am the only thing you know. Staying in one city does that to you, you see.”

“That’s where you are wrong,” Kaeya chuckles, resting his elbow on the balcony and his chin on his hand. “Do you not trust me?”

“Oh,” you laugh, shaking your head and waving your hands. “You put me in quite the spot… How do I not trust the most trustworthy man in Mondstadt?”

He scrunches his nose, the edge of his lips tugging upwards. “Oh, dear. I didn’t come here to be mocked.”

“I am not mocking you. I would never…” You let your eyes wander around for a moment, grinning softly at him. “Well, not tonight, at least.”

“How do you expect me to not fall for a smile like that?” He asks, playfully looking away, though still catching the way your gaze shifts away, your hand going to rub the skin of your neck rather brutally. “You still don’t believe me.”

You sigh. “I told you. I am not someone you just make a lover. There are so many better choices—the pretty girl by the fountain this morning. Or the Liyue man staying for the month.”

“I don’t want the pretty girl by the fountain, or the Liyue man staying for the month,” he tilts his head. “Is it that hard to understand?”

You bite the inner corner of your lips, not looking at him. Kaeya can see the gears in your head turning—he can hear all the oils squeaking and lever pulling.

“You want the person who you meet… like, I don’t know. Four times a year?”

The tone of your voice makes it seem like he is being ridiculous. But Kaeya has never felt more sure. He is sure of the longing on his chest the same way he is sure of the wine in his blood veins. The alcohol is not speaking as he had pulled any power away from it—the night and his mind has never been more clearer with your glistening eyes and trembling lips.

“That is what you are, yes,” he nods, and watches how your shoulders drop. “You are a person who I see four times a year. It has been like this for so long that I cannot remember the life I had when I wasn’t waiting for you to arrive in town.”

“Captain…” You hesitate. “You’re just going to get hurt.”

“I get hurt every time you leave the city.” Kaeya straightens his posture, leaning his side on the railing now as he faces you. “And yet it hurts less and less the more time you do it. I learned not to take it to heart because I know you’ll always return.”

Kaeya blinks as you turn to look at him.

“Do you get it? You are the one I want—no one else. Just you.”

You touch your neck again, this time braving yourself to look Kaeya in the eyes. “Me, leaving over and over again. You, not knowing when you will see me again. This is not something easy, Kaeya—”

He sucks in a deep breath at the whisper of his name in your voice.

“—and this is hard,” you blink—only then does Kaeya realise that you have been holding back the choking of your words.

“It’s not hard,” he raises his arm out, letting the palm of his hand cup your cheek. The coarse thumb rubs the skin under your eye, careful to not press down too hard. “It’s not hard waiting when getting to love you is the consequence.”

“Dear Lord,” you scoff with a small smile, closing your eyes and melting into his hand. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

Kaeya hums, stepping in closer to you. “I’d like to have a taste of it,” he murmurs, leaning to press his nose on your forehead, “if I may.”

You smile, his gaze peering at you greets your sight the moment you reopens your eyes.

“Regret often comes in the form of your most wanted desire.”

He furrows his eyebrow. “Regret and I have known each other for a while. I know that you are the one thing I will not regret,” he moves to place a kiss on your cheek. “Place your bets on me. Trust me like I trust myself.”

You wrap your arms around his neck—hell, you might give it a try.

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rukkiya · 2 years ago

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heart shaped box

(kaeya x reader)

Though many think he’s used to it, Kaeya really doesn’t expect the sheer amount of gifts he receives every Valentine’s Day. The Cavalry Captain doesn’t really let himself open up or grow too close with many. So he’s always shocked by the amount of chocolates and gifts he still receives on Valentine’s Day.

He doesn’t mind though. He finds it endearing and feels appreciated for the things he does. The gifts he receives aren’t just confessions and homemade chocolates, it's from others he helps throughout the year.

The elderly that gravitate towards him and the children he’s always so kind to send their gifts his way on this day as a token of their appreciation for the kind Cavalry Captain.

You made it a tradition to make homemade chocolates for those close to you and gift it to them on Valentine’s Day as your own sign of gratitude for another year with them. You find much joy in seeing them enjoy it. It also made gifting it to Kaeya a bit less nerve racking.

You've liked him for more than a while now but don’t expect anything to happen since the guy is always so busy and has much too shoulder. You knew a relationship was probably the last thing he wanted but he was one of the people who enjoyed your chocolates the most, so you always made his batch extra special every year.

You had just delivered Lisa’s chocolate to her as to which she was more than happy to have with her afternoon tea. She insisted you'd stay and enjoy the afternoon with her but you kindly declined as you still had one more box of chocolates to deliver and some last minute errands to run before nightfall but promised to have tea with her soon.

Your last box of chocolates was for none other than for Kaeya. Delivering his box made you feel giddy and nervous for absolutely no reason, the charming bastard always teases you for it too. Though he doesn’t tell you, your small heart shaped box was the one he always looks forward to every year.

When you exit the library, the halls of the Favonius headquarters are as quiet as ever.

You near Kaeya’s office and hear him talking to someone, making you slow down your pace. You come to a stop to not intrude, opting to wait until he finishes his conversation before giving him the chocolate.

“Captain you sure are popular.” The young knight's eyes are wide at the sheer amount of gifts Kaeya has on his desk.

Kaeya doesn’t mind all this but today was particularly stressful. Usually he’d be able to relax and thank those who gifted him things himself but the situation with the abyss has been out of control lately making it hard for him to even think about today let alone having to thank everyone for the gifts

“Mhmn,” Kaeya hums, eyebrows furrowing at the report he was reading. Another team down and wounded by the abyss only causing more casualties on their end.

He feels responsible. People are getting hurt when he should have this under control, they shouldn’t suffer from his lack of attention to detail, he could’ve prevented this if he had just gone with them.

“You have lots of fans I guess, do you really eat all this but yourself?” The young knight laughs at the love letters and chocolate boxes and Kaeya puts down the report, hand pushing his stray hairs to the back as he sighs.

You stop and listen, feeling bad for eavesdropping since it wasn’t your business but you were just waiting for him to finish up, no harm in that right?

The young knight stops his rambling upon seeing Kaeya with worry etched on his features. Only then does he realize the weight of the situation.

“I don’t ask for these nor do I want anything to do with them, if you want to take them do so as I have no need for any of this.” Kaeya’s voice is sharp, making the knight stand up straight and clear his throat.

You stand still, hands squeezing the small box in your hold a bit tighter as you hear his stern tone.

“We have more important matters at hand than the useless things on my desk. Now I suggest you stop worrying about the dumb gifts here and send this to Master Jean, now.” Kayea’s eyes narrow, he doesn’t mean for it to come out as harsh as it had but he can’t help it. He feels the weight of the outcome on his shoulders even though it wasn’t his fault to begin with.

“Y-yes sir, I’ll inform master Jean right away!” The young man stutters, quickly gathering the report from Kaeya’s desk.

You hear quick footsteps approaching the door and quickly turn around, opting it was best you didn’t go in there to give him the chocolates. You know he didn’t mean it the way he said but you didn’t want to burden him with more things he doesn’t want, he has so many gifts already anyways, it’s not like he’d notice probably the smallest box he’d get missing.

You quietly move to the entrance of the KoF doors slipping out just as Kaeya’s office door swung open.

Kaeya lets out a sigh, slumping back on his chair. He glances at the abundance of gifts on his desk, feeling a heavy pit in his stomach. He feels bad for what he just said. He knows the stuff he receives is far from useless or bothersome; he just said it in the heat of the moment. He truly cherishes the gifts he receives.

He finds himself looking through them and smiling to himself, though he finds himself looking for a specific box in particular. A small heart shaped box that he gets every year, your name written on it along with some of the best dark chocolates he ever tasted inside. The very gift he definitely looks forward to every year. He loves teasing you for it every time and seeing you get nervous without fail. you’ve been doing so for years and it’s something that only he gets to enjoy doing. Seeing your flustered state makes him want to tease you even more.

“Where is it?” He whispers, lifting one gift off another, separating and moving boxes thinking he might’ve missed it but he finds no trace of your gift in the pile he has before him.

Now that he comes to think of it he’s been so busy running around all day he hasn’t even had a chance to see you.

The sound of footsteps echoing down the halls was heard outside his office and he shot up from his desk, hoping that maybe just maybe you had decided to deliver his gift even though it was a bit late. But, as he exits his offices he’s met with Lisa heading out of her office, a piece of chocolate in her hands as she carries her stuff with her to the entrance.

“My Captain Kaeya it's late, I suggest you go home for some rest.” She teases though she knows how much stress both he and Jean are under at the moment.

Kaeya only looks around to see if maybe you’re here too, but it's just him and Lisa in the empty hallway.

“Don’t stress too much about the situation Kaeya, take a break.” She sends him a warm smile, seeing his shoulders slump a bit, look of disappointment written on his features.

“Easier said than done I suppose.” He laughs, sending her a charming smile of his own and she rolls her eyes. “Besides you should be one to talk, look how late it is and you’re barely leaving as well. Isn’t it unlike you to do overtime?” He crosses his arms and she laughs waving him off.

“Overtime is not for me sweetie, I just sat back and enjoyed the chocolates dear y/n had delivered a while ago is all, I guess I lost track of time while enjoying them.” She explains, bringing another piece of chocolate to her lips and taking another bite.

“Y/n stopped by? They dropped you off chocolates already?” Kaeya’s brows draw together, why didn’t you deliver his than? Why did Lisa get hers but he didn’t?

Lisa tilts her head getting the hint that Kaeya hasn't received his box yet, though earlier you excused yourself to deliver his box off.

“Did they not stop by your office earlier to give you yours? I thought they did, I mean they excused themselves after dropping mines off to deliver yours.” Lisa asks confused as to why you didn't drop his chocolates off either now.

Kaeya’s hand stills and he remembers his conversation with the young knight not too long ago.

“How long has it been since they left your office?” He asks, hoping her answer is not what he thinks.

“Not too long ago, I'd say 30 minutes by now.” Lisa glances at her pocket watch and back at Kaeya whose eye is blown wide.

“Is something the matter?” She asks, growing concerned by the unnatural look of worry on Kaeya’s features.

“I have to go, please inform Jean i'll be back in a bit if she needs me i'll be down at y/n’s.” He turns on his heels fast and Lisa feels a smile creeping up on her face. She's been waiting for one of you to take initiative on going further with what you had going on so seeing him get this worried over missing you made her feel excited for you.

“Will do,” she calls out as he pushes the entrance doors open, wasting no time as his legs take him to the one place he needs to go to. “Take care of my dear y/n for me, yeah?”

He didn't expect you to be there, to overhear his conversation. He knows you heard though because why else would you leave without stopping to see him?

He knows you listened and you heard what he said because without fail, every year no matter what you'd give him his box. If you heard him call the gifts bothersome, it was sure to make you think twice about giving him them. He knows you better than anyone, if you felt like I'd burden him, that would be the last thing you'd want to do. But he can't accept that, he takes back what he said because a gift from you is one he can never find bothersome, it's one that brings him the most joy.

The thought of you stopping your cute tradition or gifting them to someone other than him made him feel nervous, left a bad taste in his mouth. Though he knows you and how understanding you are, he can’t stand the thought of you not being there anymore. This small thing he’d always thought he’d get wasn’t there for the first time and he felt scared to lose it, to lose you.

His long legs take him down the alley to your house, it wasn't too late as of yet so he decided to make a quick pit stop two places before going. You always gift him things so it's his turn to return the favor.

Your tense shoulders relax upon feeling the hot water run down your back. You felt bad for the situation the knights were in, particularly Kaeya and Jean as they both shoulder more responsibility than anyone else.

As you change into your pajamas you glance at the small heart shaped box on your bed and feel silly once again. Though you know Kaeya most likely didn't mean what he said you felt bad for always pestering him with your gifts each year.

Now that you look back on it it makes you slightly embarrassed for even giving him them as he probably didn't even eat them let alone pay much mind since he received so much from others. Also such gifts on a day like today were meant for more romantic reasons, you knew he'd never see you in that light if anything and even if you made his slightly more special than the others you made you knew you didn't stand a chance.

You sit by the small box, removing the towel from your head. You lean over a bit, stretching your arm to reach for the small box.

“Should I give them to someone else? I don't want these to go to waste.” A small pout forms on your lips, not knowing if it'd be best to eat them or throw them out, maybe gift them to someone else. Any of these options would leave you feeling guilty either way since you didn't give them to the one person you made them for.

Your finger tugs the ribbon that was neatly wrapped around it when a loud knock at your door made you jump up, box being thrown to the side as the noise scared you out of nowhere.

You stood still, glancing out your bedroom window to see nightfall already upon you, your eyebrows drawn together confused as to whom it could be.

The knocking continues, making you take a reluctant step forward.

“I’ll be there in a second!” you call out, kneeling down and picking up the small box you threw, making your way to the door.

“Sorry, I took a whi-”

“Special delivery.” A breathless Kaeya cuts you off and you freeze.

His hair was falling from the small ponytail he wore it in, his hands held a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a small red box.

“Kaeya? Uh I- what?” you blink, did your ears deceive you? Do your eyes deceive you? Why was Kaeya here? Why was he holding flowers and a small red box? But most importantly why was he out of breath?

“Kaeya what's going-”

“I'm here to deliver these to you, courtesy of me.” he flashes his charming smile your way and you blink again.

“For me? I- um d-don't get me wrong, thank you but you really didn't have to do this…” you feel your heart rate pick up, your face feels hot and you can't bring yourself to look him in the eye.

“Why not? It's only appropriate since you give me things every year without fail, it's about time I do the same.” he states, dead serious now and you swallow nervously. The small box you were holding behind your back fidgeting in your hold.

I didn't even give him his chocolates this year! What am I supposed to say? I can't accept that I feel bad. Your mind races as you feel guilt now crawling its way up into your stomach as you find the proper words to say.

“But I- I haven't given you,” you look up at him and see him already smiling at you, his dumb handsome face makes your breath hitch. “-I didn't get the chance to drop off your chocolates earlier.” you admit, lying a bit but you couldn't tell him the truth. If he found out you were eavesdropping he'd probably get upset.

“I aware, I noticed you didn’t stop by today and I was looking for your box earlier.” He admits, chuckling to himself feeling somewhat embarrassed for admitting it aloud.

“What? My box? But you have so many other gifts, why were you looking for mine?” You ask, feeling your face heat up again.

“Yeah I’m thankful for all the gifts I receive truly, but your chocolates are my favorite. No one makes them quite like you do, you know.” He states matter factly leaning down a bit to get you to look him in the eye again. This bastard knows he’s making you embarrassed. He just wants you to look at him as he does so as punishment for not delivering his chocolates earlier.

“Speaking of your famous chocolates, why didn’t you deliver them? Did you not make them for me this year?” He asks, quite scared of your answer. He was hoping you’d still have them, and kept them just for him and him only. He hopes you didn’t give them to someone else because he wouldn’t know what to say or do if you did.

“No I did!” You quickly say, feeling bad for not doing so earlier, he went through all this trouble and you could’ve prevented this if you’d just given them to him when you went earlier.

“I-I did,” your hands squeeze the box behind your back and you look down at your feet. “Truth is I was there to give them to you but you sounded somewhat busy earlier, I didn’t want to interrupt or put more stress on you than-“

Kaeya’s leg gently opens the door a bit more as you speak. Leaving you standing with your arms behind your back as Kaeya leaned on your door frame. You were subconsciously inching back and closing the door as you were speaking and he wanted to see you more clearly, he didn’t want you hiding away.

“Don’t assume that you’d make me stressed.” His voice is serious and you swallow nervously. “Just because you hear me talking to someone about something that upsets me don’t assume you’d do the same at all, ever. I look forward to your specific box of chocolates every year, the small heart shaped box that only I receive. When you didn’t come to give them to me it made me realize how I don’t want you to ever stop. I want them every year.” You feel your breath get caught in your throat, you peek up at him and the look in his eye makes you want to crumble.

His features look so soft as he smiles at you, the genuine look in his eye making your stomach erupt with butterflies. His tone is serious and soft, making you feel even more nervous.

“I have them,” you pull the box from behind you and stretch your arms out to him. “I didn’t want them to go to waste. I’m glad you look forward to them because now I have a reason to continue making them every year.” You admit, a smile forming on your lips and he blinks at you feeling his heart skip a beat.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Kaeya I hope you enjoy the chocolates I mad-“

In an instant you feel his arms wrap around you, squeezing you close to him feeling his chest rumbling from the chuckle he let out.

“My y/n, you’re truly the first person I’ve ever bought anything for on this day and you still manage to make me feel nervous.” He laughs, pulling back a-bit to look down at you.

Bringing the flowers and small box back into your view as he did so soft smiling playing in his lips. “Now, do you accept these flowers and my heart? Will you be mine?” He asks, his own heart racing against his chest, only spiking up when you beam up at him with that smile he adores so much.

“I always have been, it just took you long to notice.” You giggle and he brings his hand up to your cheek playfully pinching it before leaning down and placing a light kiss where he pinched you.

“I think you’re the one who took a while to notice it sweetheart but you’ve always had my heart, since the very beginning.” He admits, his own face heating up at his confession but it’s all worth it when he sees your burn a beautiful bright red shade.

You bring your hand up, gently placing it over his racing heart. “Happy Valentine’s Day Kaeya.” Your other hand holds up the familiar small heart shaped box and he can’t help but let his smile widen at the sight. The box he’s gotten for so many years, and so many more years to come. Your chocolates will always be his favorite.

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authors note: hello my lovelies ꒰´꒳`∗꒱!!! happy early Valentine’s Day hehehe :3 I gift you this soft Kaeya fic WOOO ( I needed to give u guys a break from angsty OHMY sorry for the overload LMAO) this is a bit different from what I originally planned on writing but I actually ended up liking it so it’s ok! (disclaimer this isn’t proof read so apologies for any errors!!) I do hope you all enjoy though! remember to stay hydrated and stay safe!^~^<33 hehehehe now, if you’ll excuse me I’ll happily be spending Valentine’s Day with my husband Kaeya (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡

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chrysoula · 3 months ago

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“Hi,” he breathed.

“Hi,” she returned, and then her lips touched his.

For a few heartbeats, the kiss was tender and chaste, before Kaeya groaned her name and opened their mouths, his hands moving to hold her face. His fingers pressing into her scalp, he kissed her with an intensity that might have been painful if it didn’t feel so good; didn’t feel so much better than sitting beside him staring helplessly at the past.

But after too short a time, he pulled away enough to whisper, as if genuinely surprised, “Huh. This doesn’t hurt like I expected.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she protested, running her hands up his back, unready to give up on holding his attention.

I want this.

Kaeya shook his head, and then shook it again. “Yeah, I know.”

He kissed her again, pressing her body tightly against his, and she lost herself in the closeness between them once more.

She didn’t know how long they spent kissing before Kaeya pulled away enough to mumble, “Hey Jean, what would you say if I suggested we do a bit more of this on my bed?”

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lowlylux · 11 months ago

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Not Strong Enough

Rating: Teen & Up

Status: Completed

Word Count: 2.3k

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Kaeya tells Diluc the truth about why he is in Mondstadt.

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Kaeya remembers the first time he met Diluc. It was exactly thirty-six minutes after Crepus took one look at him and decided that he was a child that needed to be protected. It was four hours after Kaeya’s father had left him. Diluc was such a happy child, immediately thrusting a tortoise into Kaeya’s hands.

Sure, Diluc was slightly overbearing, but his light was far too bright for Kaeya to ignore him. It took over the darkness that was his small mind, twisting around and whispering sweet lies. If Kaeya was forced to look at his life, he would say that Diluc is the best part of it. Because truly, even if they are not related by blood, Diluc is his brother.

That’s why it breaks his heart when Kaeya looks at Diluc’s state. Five minutes and perhaps the Knights of Favonius could have stepped in. If he had been five minutes faster, maybe Crepus would have lived.

Kaeya blinks away tears, deciding his mourning should halt. Too many thoughts encircle his mind and infect him to truly focus on the loss of his actual father. On the last leg of their travels together, Kaeya’s biological father told him that he was the last hope for their homeland. To put such high hopes and dreams on a young boy’s shoulders is absolutely appalling, but alas, those words stuck with Kaeya.

He knows how Diluc will react when he tells him the truth. But he can’t even think clearly enough to stop himself. His knuckle raps against the wooden door that blocks the entrance of Diluc’s bedroom. He doesn’t dare try to open the door, knowing that simply would be the worst thing he could do at this moment.

“Go away.”

“Diluc? You can’t lock yourself in there…”

The door opens a crack, so little that Diluc’s hair is not even visible. “It hasn’t even been a few hours…”

“I know.”

The door stays mostly closed, and Kaeya doesn’t push for it to open. He would love to burst through the door and hug Diluc as his brother cries his heart out regarding the recent events. It is his birthday after all, losing his father is obviously the worst way this day could have turned out. “They want me to come in and make a statement.”

Kaeya’s heart drops at such an idea. While yes, it is required to make a statement when a monster attacks, Diluc’s father quite literally just died. It does make sense to need it immediately, as the more details there are, the more they can document what happened. And with the culprit being Ursa the Drake, they needed all the details they could to gain the upper hand in regards to the creature. But even deadlines can be extended when it can harm others, and it would definitely hurt Diluc far too much to talk about today’s events in such a short time frame. “You can do that tomorrow.”

“They’ll be upset that I didn’t follow procedure.”

“Screw their procedure,” Kaeya says with a scoff, feet planted on the ground. “Our father died, they can at least give you a night to cry about it.”

The door opens fully and reveals Diluc, his eyes redder than even his hair. He looks as if he attempted to pull his hair from his scalp, the aforementioned red hair being far messier than usual. He looks broken, and for that Kaeya feels pity. Diluc looks at him and Kaeya is suddenly reminded of Crepus. They just look far too similar for him to shake the feelings that well up in his chest, suffocating him with no remorse.

Back when Kaeya had a party for his seventeenth birthday, Crepus pulled him aside around halfway through. He told him that he knew everything. That Kaeya was left in Mondstadt for a reason. Yet when Crepus looked at him, Kaeya did not feel scared at the revelation, he felt safe. Because Crepus, even though he knew the reality of Kaeya’s life, still trusted Kaeya. He cared for him as if he were his own son, and Kaeya cared for Crepus as if he were his father.

Kaeya feels safe when he looks at Diluc, even if internally he knows that if he goes ahead with this plan, he probably will ruin everything. He doesn’t know why, but he has always managed to sabotage himself. So why not ruin the last thing he has? That would make the inevitability of being cast out of Mondstadt less heartbreaking in the long run.

“Diluc, I’ve been lying to you.”

Diluc stares at him, his mind obviously attempting to make sense of his brother’s words. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t keep doing this,” Kaeya mutters, actually telling the truth. The reality of his life, why he is even here in the first place, is crushing him. He is simply Kaeya Alberich, the last hope for Khaenri'ah, and a liar. “I’m not from Snezhnaya.”�� Yet another lie he had maintained for years. It is much easier to say he is from some far off nation then tell the truth. Kaeya takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart to not much avail. “I’m from Khaenri’ah.”

“That’s not funny,” Diluc says, scoffing as if he viewed what Kaeya said as a joke. “Kaeya you can’t just-”

“Crepus knew,” Kaeya says stiffly, not even able to meet Diluc’s eyes. “He said that I should tell you when the time was right.”

Diluc stares at him, searching for any hint that this is just simply a joke. Perhaps this is Kaeya attempting to get his mind off of his father’s death. But upon actually looking at the way his brother is holding himself in this very moment, Diluc finds himself to come to the impossible conclusion that Kaeya is actually telling the truth. “So you decided to tell me the day my father died?”

“Better now then the funeral. Wouldn’t want a spy there, would you?”

“You’re a fucking spy?”

“I was meant to be, yes,” Kaeya says hesitantly, still unable to look at his brother. “But I wouldn’t willingly give information, at least not now.”

DIluc doesn’t respond at first, instead just staring at Kaeya for what feels like hours. Kaeya doesn’t like the silence, as the tension rising threatens to consume both of them. The silence feels like a threat, and Kaeya wants it to follow through with the inevitable already.

“Get out.”

And there it is, the answer Kaeya knew was coming. He can’t even bring himself to look at Diluc in shock, merely in acceptance. But there is something in the back of his mind urging him not to go and he can’t quite determine why. He hears the rain outside Diluc’s window, the droplets hitting the roof in a roar. “Not going to hear me out?”

“No.”

“Now Master Diluc, isn’t that a bit rude?” Kaeya says, forcing a teasing tone. He knows this will cause an explosion eventually, but he can’t stop himself from wanting that outcome. He feels his shirt collar being pulled before even noticing what is going on. Diluc drags him along the house, cursing at any servant who dares to question what is going on. The rain assaults Kaeya the moment the front door opens and he is cast out. “Casting your own brother out? Crepus said you would understand…now I see he was just a fool.”

He doesn’t mean what he is saying, so why is he saying it? Why can’t he stop himself from talking?

Kaeya is so distracted with his thoughts of why he is even talking like this that he almost is cut down right there. He stumbles to the right when the glint of metal flashes, a claymore being swung in his direction. He knew that mentioning their father would lead to a reaction, so why is he shocked when it comes?

Kaeya pulls out his own weapon, the sword glinting in the moonlight in a teasing manner. He knew this was the most likely outcome so why is he fighting? Why is he taking it as if he’s shocked?

“How dare you…” Diluc mutters, his grip tightening around the handle of his claymore. “He just died and you’re treating his memory like this?”

“It’s not as if I was lying.”

Kaeya ducks out of the way of pyro, tumbling to the ground as the fire threatens to burn his skin. Kaeya can feel the steam from where the fire cut through the air. He winces as rocks pierce his skin, attempting to ruin his focus. “Crepus saw you as level headed. He saw his perfect son-“

Kaeya is interrupted by his own screams. He didn’t realize how close Diluc was until it was too late. He grips the right side of his face as pain erupts from it. If he was more careful in realizing that Diluc’s claymore could reach him, perhaps he could have avoided such an injury. But considering the entire situation was avoidable, he’s not too surprised.

Kaeya moves his hand, staring at it with one working eye in shock. Blood coats his hand in a way that he has never seen before on his end. He can’t even talk, instead deciding to press his hand back onto his face to add the needed pressure. Kaeya looks up, seeing that Diluc is still there.

He knew it would end up like this, with Diluc ready to destroy his very being. Diluc would regret it. Perhaps it would be at Kaeya’s funeral, or afterward. Afterward would be the most likely outcome actually. But Kaeya wonders if Diluc will even care after the initial realization that he killed his own brother. After all, he would be slaying a traitor. Mondstadt, and in turn Teyvat would be safer without him.

Kaeya closes his only eye, awaiting the finishing blow. He saw Diluc raising his claymore one final time, so he knew it was coming. Kaeya lets out a shaky breath and just waits…

But he feels nothing.

Kaeya opens his eye and the first thing he notices is that he feels cold. A blue barrier surrounds Kaeya, pulsing every few seconds as if taunting him. And suddenly, the realization of what happens hits him all at once. One foot in front of him is a glowing jewel…a vision illuminating with a pale blue light.

“No…” Kaeya mutters, hesitantly reaching toward the vision. He had made multiple plans to make sure he would die tonight by Diluc’s hand, but he had never expected to gain a vision. Questions regarding why he would be blessed at a time like this fill his head as he stares at the object.

He looks up, the barrier finally falling, but he barely notices. What he particularly cares about is how Diluc is looking at him. The reality of the situation seems to hit Diluc as he realizes what he just tried to do. He stumbles backward, his claymore loudly hitting the ground. Diluc’s eyes refuse to leave Kaeya. “You need to leave.”

“This wasn’t…” Kaeya mutters, his voice cracking as he refuses to move his gaze away from the vision. “I didn’t…”

“Just go,” Diluc mutters, walking back towards Dawn Winery. He pauses when he gets to the door, looking back to Kaeya one last time. “I’ll have Adelinde drop off your things at your apartment in the city.”

“Diluc, I’m-“

The front door closes before he can actually articulate what he wants to say. He is just left there, in the rain, completely alone. He is forced to come to the conclusion that he is the cause of his own destruction. If he would have just been there for his brother, squashed the guilt affecting his every thought, he would have been able to live his life. But he ruined it.

He doesn’t even realize where he is walking until the sight of a familiar statue overtakes everything. The statue of Barbatos, the Archon of Mondstadt, just stands there, mocking him. How is it that a god can bless someone who is from a land that hated him? Perhaps this is retribution, his punishment for the rest of his life.

He collapses at the statue, tears falling from his eyes. Even if it hurts his right eye, he can’t stop them once they start. Air leaves his lungs as he gasps for breath. His vision goes blurry as the only thing he can focus on is his own failures. The rain pours down on him, as if it were a blanket threatening to suffocate him at any moment.

The pain in his face subsides, causing his panic to lessen. Hesitantly he removes his hand, only to realize the blood has been washed away. He can’t see out of his right eye, but he can tell something is different. He feels different. Kaeya looks toward the statue of the nation’s archon, a look of horror when he realizes that he has been healed. It is like a slap on the face with his plan failing, and Barbatos is just rubbing it in as if mocking him.

He throws the cryo vision at the statue and stands up tall, glaring at the archon. Perhaps he’s angry that he still stands, occupying space in a nation where he never belonged. But he thinks it’s odd, as pressure is removed from his chest. The action of revealing the truth has done that. No, he is angry that he feels happy.

He looks back at the vision, kneeling down so he can pick it up again. He doesn’t know why he would be blessed with this, but he intends to find out. He stands up straight once more, sparing one glance at Barbatos’ statue, before walking towards the city.

And as he walks on, he wonders what would have happened if he had just been honest in the beginning. But all that could have been can weigh on anyone’s soul, and Kaeya decides not to dwell. After all, his new life begins now. And as he enters the gates of the city, he decides at this very moment that Mondstadt is his life.

He might as well start living until it is ripped away from him again.

#kaeya alberich #kaeya #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #angst #sorry #fanfiction #genshin fanfic #gensin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #crepus ragnvindr #fanfic #archive of our own #lowlylux #one shot

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dutybcrne · 4 months ago

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Things I ALWAYS think about since playing his hangout

#☆ ┆ ( .ooc. );#//Even the people of Mond considered him one of their prettiest most eligible bachelors #//But it's the fact that EREMITES saw him and shot their shot that gets me hdfbgug #//The fact that it was actually such a RARE occurrence if at all for sb to evoke such a reaction #//And Kae's just Yeah that happened haha #//I would have loved to see a cutscene or even a brief lil art of him dancing with the Eremites #//He must have been so happy #//Perhaps deep down shy and a little caught off guard; but I'll bet he had fun so dancing with them in the end #//I love that he is canonically considered very beautiful by so many #//Helps support my hc that he had many admirers even before he became so flashy #//Loving the idea of Luc routinely having to scare ppl off bc all the attention was making Kae nervous and Kae couldn't bring himself to do #much more than just quietly vanish or try and distract the person and make a getaway. Prolly made SO many 'Help me' eyes at Luc #//Then him seemingly getting more confidence after Luc was gone only helped gain more admirers #//A part of him likes the attention; then others he just really wants to crawl out of his skin and run #//He likes having very PARTICULAR few; or ONE special one's; attention if anything; not the adoration of so many #hc; kaeya #//Heck; that's there now #//But yeah #//I love that so many admire him though. He deserves the love; despite him thinking otherwise #//Bro is still so shy and modest; in spite of it all

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holybananaoafshoe · 1 year ago

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Halloween is over, but, UH, I was kinda working on a Wirya fic, but work got a lil crazy

#genshin impact #wriothesley #genshin kaeya #kaeya #genshin fanfic #modern au #of course its fluffy #kinda a crack fic but its fun lmao i got like a quarter of it done #Ice bridge #Wriya #one shots #im willing to post the first 1/4 of the fic if yall want it #its just them having a good time getting spooked haha and a bunch of halloween shenanigans

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asukamood · 2 years ago

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Unpleasant finding

Previous part — Next part

Warnings: Kidnapping, blood, kind of torture like thing? It’s not explicit but it’s implied.

Synopsis: Ever since he had to go back to Snezhnaya, Childe has been sending letters to Kaeya everyday but one day, a strange letter gets sent to him and he knows Childe is in danger. It’s obvious that Childe’s abducter wants to lure him in Snezhnaya, but what can he do? The clock is ticking for both of them, who will run out of time first?

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE-

Have some Chaeya angst to celebrate that holy day :)

***

“Well, I guess I’ll be going now.” Childe smiled sadly at Kaeya’s frown, an apologetic glint in his dark blue eyes. The face he was making right now was one of those that made him want to stay, not caring about the consequences. However, that was an order from the Tsaritsa, he couldn’t just refuse to go. Especially not now that the Fatui lost two harbingers.

“You better not get yourself in a fight you cannot win.” Kaeya gave him a pointed look, his fingers pretty much crushing the other’s hands. If that hurt, Childe showed no sign of it and simply laughed.

“Don’t worry,” He gave him a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand back. “I’ll be careful.” He waited but upon noticing the Cavalry Captain’s unwillingness to let go of him still, he sighed. “I promise you I will.”

That finally got him to let the other’s fingers slip from his grasp. He did it reluctantly, yes but he still did.

The ginger man pressed a quick kiss on his cheek before stepping back, his usual grin on his face. “I’ll write you letters often if that makes you feel better.”

Kaeya’s face heated up slightly. He was the one who did this usually, why were their roles switched all of the sudden? He crossed his arms around his chest and huffed. “Better be everyday then, mister Harbinger.”

A wider grin spread across his face. “Alright, that’s also a promise then.”

***

It had been a month since Childe was sent back to Snezhnaya on the Tsaritsa’s orders. True to his words, a letter signed by an ‘Ajax’ was delivered every morning at Kaeya’s door and each time, the latter had a big dumb smile on his face as he opened it.

But that day, something was extremely off.

His smile quickly faltered into one thin line, his hands grasping at the sheet of paper with unnecessary strength. The paper gave a whine but he paid it no mind, busy with other more important matters.

He frowned as he looked at the letter’s length, which was way shorter than it usually was. Furthermore, the end held no signature, indicating that the other hadn’t finished it. But if that was the case, why would he send it like that? He knew he would have at least signed it.

There was something strange about how he found it too. The letter was folded inward instead of outward like it usually was and Kaeya knew that Childe didn’t like folding it like that as anyone would be able to read the content of the letter.

He flipped the letter around and his blood ran cold.

Since it was a thick paper, he hadn’t noticed it before but the back of it was stained with crimson stains and the part that wasn’t had a message written in a language Childe didn’t speak: Khaenrinan.

Seems like you had a lot of fun with my soldier, Alberich. I’m sure he would be delighted to have you visit! You wouldn’t want to leave your boyfriend hanging now do you?

Kaeya hardly fought the urge to turn the letter into a ball and throw it on the ground. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, before he turned on his heels and slammed the door closed.

He ran all the way to Mondstadt, grumbling under his breath about how convenient it would have been to actually have his horses right now. Kaeya had no idea how long Childe— No, Ajax, had been taken and every minute just added an extra death flag on him, he had no time to waste.

Startled guards watched him walk past, wondering what got him in such a sour mood. He would usually greet them when he arrived but right now, he looked simultaneously ready to cry and prepared to slit someone’s throat open. He kicked the door to Jean’s office open, making the acting grand master as well as Lisa flinch from surprise.

Before any of them could say something, Kaeya spoke breathlessly. “I need to leave for Snezhnaya immediately. Don’t try to stop me.”

Jean frowned in confusion. “Snezhnaya? Why? What’s wrong?”

Kaeya stormed out without answering, approaching the exit rapidly. Jean chased after him, her heels clicking loudly on the floor before she finally managed to catch up to him. She grabbed his shoulders and spun him around, receiving a hard cold glare from the cryo user.

“Jean, let me go.” Kaeya started shaking.

Jean got more concerned by the minute, the cavalry captain would never call her by just her name like that with people around. However, she decided to push that down for now. “Kaeya, you need to tell me what exactly you are planning to do in Snezhnaya.”

He gritted his teeth. “I said, let me go.”

“Listen I—“

“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!” He was shouting now, attracting the attention of nearby knights. Those were soon dismissed by Jean motioning for them to leave. “I can’t waste any time, for all I fucking know he could be seriously hurt, or worse, dead!”

His voice cracked at the last part and his vision started to get blurry. “I can’t lose him Jean, you understand that, right?”

The blonde woman wrapped her arms around her friend and patted him on the back in an attempt to comfort. “Of course I do. I know what it’s like to have someone you care for in danger.” She had noticed the bloody letter in his hands. After a few more seconds, she let go and looked him in the eye.

“However, you and I both know that Tartaglia is far from being weak. Going alone in an unknown place, especially to fight a powerful enemy, is never a good idea. Take some knights with you.” Kaeya’s eyes widened at the last part and he quickly shook his head.

“No. We are already short on men here, there’s no way I’m going to take some with me as well.” Before the other could say anything to that, the blue haired man quickly cut her off. “I’ll be fine on my own, Jean. You shouldn’t underestimate me.”

It was obvious that she wanted to protest but the way Kaeya’s eyes glistened, she could tell he couldn’t be convinced. She sighed in resignation. “The next boat to Snezhnaya leaves in half an hour.”

A nod. “Thank you.” Then he left for the port.

***

While waiting, Kaeya read the letter again in hope to find any kind of information he might have missed. What little Ajax managed to write were the usual topics such as his family and work. The man reached the last line, about to lose hope, when the last part of the letter came in.

I haven’t told anyone this before so please don’t repeat it to anyone. There’s a rift leading to the Abyss in the [ink stain] forest. It was closed for ages but today, I think it reopened.

Kaeya frowned just a little deeper. A rift to the Abyss? He had never heard of that one before… Though it did explain how his father was able to drag him out to Mondstadt back then. That’s the last thing he wrote, he vaguely wondered if that perpetrator left that on purpose.

Before he could dwell onto the thought a little more, a shadow was outcasted on the paper, making him having difficulty reading.

He looked up, ready to send a death glare to the person before shock made its way to his pupils when he recognized Diluc.

“I heard you were going to Snezhnaya.” He said, with his usual deadpan stare. “I would hope you took the necessary items to travel there. Next to Snezhnaya, Dragonspine feels warm.”

Kaeya sputtered, looking around him to check if the barista wasn’t talking to someone else. There was no one next to him. “Why are you here? Did Jean ask you to keep an eye on me?”

Diluc scoffed, crossing his arms around his chest. “While Jean did tell me about your plan, I am not going to cross the border with you. Besides, I am still banned from the territory.”

Kaeya might have forgotten about that part. “As for your first question, I am here to…” Diluc’s face scrunched, like it was painful for him to say it. “Help you.”

“Help me?” Kaeya repeated, imitating Diluc and crossing his arms. “How?”

Wordlessly, Diluc shoved a hand in his coat before pulling it back, this time holding a neatly folded piece of paper. He handed it to Kaeya and the latter took it wryly, before opening and discovering a map of sorts.

“It’s a map of the Fatui Headquarters.” The redhead explained, checking in case any Snezhnayan diplomat happened to pass there. “If you’re going to investigate one of their Harbingers’ disappearance, you might have to sneak into his chambers to see if he left any clues for you.”

Kaeya’s starry eyes glanced over the paper before focusing on a big square in a corner. It read Tartaglia’s chambers in the middle. Before he could say anything, the owner of the winery shoved yet another map into his hands.

He blinked before realizing it was a detailed drawing of the chambers that showed all the entry points and secret passages that led there. He vaguely wondered how Diluc got them all drawn, but he chose not to say anything. He could ask him another day.

“If you want to sneak in his room, I think the best way to get there is to pass through this secret hallway.” The man pointed to a part of the map that showed a secret passage to Tartaglia’s chambers. To open the door, one had to click on a certain button hidden on an old book of his. “To get there, you’ll have to—“

“Thank you Diluc, I appreciate the help, really.” Kaeya interrupted him, a smile on his face. “But I won’t need that.” His hand was shoved into his pocket before it came out again, holding an odd shaped key. “Ajax already gave me the key.”

Diluc stared at him with an indescribable facial expression.Though, if Kaeya really had to, he would say that it was a strange mix of shock, disgust, concern and a sprinkle of confusion. “… I’m not even going to ask what you two were thinking when he gave that to you.”

Kaeya looked scandalized at that but before he could say anything, the other shoved something into his gloved hands. The cavalry captain blinked, feeling the warmth the thing radiated. He looked down and identified the object as a little bottle in which a tiny pyro seelie was floating around.

“Its name is ‘If you don’t come back, I’ll personally come to Snezhnaya and beat your ass.’ “ Diluc gave him a pointed look. “Take care of it for me in your time there.”

The shorter man looked back and forth between the bottle and the man before letting a weak smile make its way on his face. “Thanks ‘Luc.” The pyro user’s face scrunched at the nickname but he didn’t comment on it.

“Good luck, Kaeya.”

A honk in the distance made the latter look to the seaside, the boat was approaching.

***

Somewhere else, the sound of dripping blood was the only thing that Childe Ajax could hear. It has been the case for several days now and while he was not easily shaken by most things, he had to admit that the sound was starting to drive him even more insane than he already was.

He tried to move and almost immediately had to bite his lip to stop himself from wincing. He sent a death glare at the shackles holding his wrists up before letting out a sigh of defeat.

How long had he been here? He had no clue. The only thing he knew was that he had to get out of there to prevent Kaeya from falling into Skirk’s trap, he couldn’t let him come to Snezhnaya.

He simply couldn’t.

Before he could think of another escape plan, he suddenly took notice of the sound of clicking heels behind him.

“Oh Ajax… What am I going to do with you seriously?” Her voice had the fakest tone of concern he had ever heard. “I had trained you so well to be the best weapon for everything to fall down to this.” He twisted his neck and froze when he noticed the syringe in her hands.

“Well, let’s at least check if your Abyssal healing ability stayed.”

#chaeya #genshin impact #genshin tartagalia #genshin skirk #genshin kaeya #childe x kaeya #kaeya alberich #kaeya ragnvindr #genshin diluc #childe #platonic diluc and kaeya #diluc ragnvindr #Jean #yes my gift is an angst one shot #angst #genshin fanfic #christmas #merry chrismas 2022

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rossithepixie · 10 months ago

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can't lie.. Childe gets some great fighting sequences.

Also you guys have no idea how much restraint it took me to not liveblog me playing the main quest in fontaine. No idea. I fucking loved it though.

#I now have two dragon husbands #I miss kaeya though. Gonna get that second key and unlock the first part to our date #Also good thing i like the cold because i will go bang down the door to child's house #he's had me worried sick #also i'd risk it all for the knave #i said it before but the children of the house of the hearth may call her father but i would absolutely call her daddy #i wish i knew how much was going to love navia back when her banner was active but i hadn't gotten to her by a long shot yet while that #was going on #storywise both sumeru and fountaine knocked it out of the park for me storywise #both made it hard for me to put the game down #also who do i thank wriothesley's ass? i still bet it's full of trauma #can't believe childe and his stupid dramatic thumbs down before he -----#I should smack him for stressing me out #he'd like that though i bet #i have so many more thoughts #also paimon has grown on me #like a fungus #a cute fungus #another thing! I know i mentioned child's fight sequences but honestly the cut scenes through this arc were overall great #no one can prove i cried with neuvillette at the end #my cat is an unreliable witness

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jhuzen · 2 years ago

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cold touches [gn/m.reader]

i come not in peace >:( i’m here to hurt some men and make people cry,,, so i present to you a bit of role reversal. this is my way of avenging the poor readers in those angst fics lmao. i got u, u beautiful being. also excuse the sudden tiny letters, i’m still experimenting with the formatting in tumblr mobile :”))

this is just angst. hurt no comfort, but do let me know if you want that comfort or if you want to hurt more men nyehehehe. the sacrificial lambs for this fic are zhongli, childe, diluc, kaeya, and ayato :D

Ayato

Were you always this cold?

Ayato wonders often if he’s trapped you in a marriage. But it didn’t seem so on the very day you promised yourself to him as he did with you. There was a deafening silence in the wake of your emptiness, and a terrifying coldness that suddenly jumped out at him with little to no warnings.

He sat on the head of the table and watched his sister and Thoma converse so happily, and he wondered when did you start missing out on meals just like that. He seems to recall a time when you too would join in on the lively chatter that reverberated through the Kamisato estate. You and Ayaka often brought him or Thoma into the spotlight of light humiliation as you teased relentlessly.

And then suddenly, you were gone.

“Thoma,” he found himself speaking, unable to hide the light tremble from the corner of his lips. There was a familiar pit of disappointment that nestled within him. “Where could [Name] be? They’re not one to miss dinners, no?”

The chatter ceased and Ayaka looked at him with a smile and Thoma with an equally carefree look — and something twisted at him. How could they look like that knowing that you were incomplete, and on the very day that he was finally free momentarily of responsibilities too.

“Ah— well, it’s hard to say. They rarely show up to dinners recently, my lord. So I have been keeping my lady company more during dinners.” Thoma laughed a little, though there was an edge to it.

Ayaka’s smile was still there, but her eyes glimmered with loneliness, something Ayato felt significantly sorry for. You were her first friend above all and Thoma, but she was understanding and probably did not question your absence either.

“[Name] told me they had business to handle. They have been quite sporadic with their presence, brother.”

His sister and his trusted keeper understood, so why couldn’t he? There was something that gnawed on his heart at the thought of you constantly out and about — and how hypocritical of him; as if he wasn’t doing the same.

“Ah.”

The chatter resumed with little regard for your absence.

The late night fell and Ayato was deeply unsettled. Your spot in bed was so, so cold. He tossed and turned and imminently ended up facing your side, where he always assumed you would be. At least up until recently. He wasn’t aware of this development in your schedule at all, why wasn’t he made aware of it in the first place anyway?

His stomach sank at the thought of you disregarding his opinion. He never did that to you, did he? Ayato always sought you out when he dealt with important matters. Was he not as important as he thought to you? For you to just… disappear apparently — was he at fault?

And his worries quelled when the door slid open. He quickly sat up, eyes dilating at the sight of you arriving quietly. Only that when you looked up, you met his gaze and his heart dropped when you flinched. What was that? You never do that around him.

He stilled his thoughts with an iron grip as he flashed you a loving smile, undeterred by your odd behavior, “Hey there, my moon… you’ve been quite busy, I heard.”

“Ah. Yeah,” you shifted your footing, something you did when you were inherently uncomfortable in a situation. “Sorry. I thought you’re asleep already.”

“No… I was waiting for you,” he braved through the tiny cracks that he could feel his guarded heart make and coaxed you still, shoving away the million questions of why on earth could you be so… uneasy in his presence, your spouse. “All day, actually.” He clarified with a small smile.

You nodded in acknowledgment before disappearing into the closet attached to your bedroom.

Ayato could only wait in silence. A silence so piercing. What happened? Did you have a bad day? Were you in a difficult position? Surely he of all people can help. He would do anything to keep your wits intact and to keep you safe, anything to keep your happiness in this marriage.

And his heart melted at the sight of you when you emerged from your closet in your patterned yukata.

“Are you feeling alright?” He asked as you sat on your side of the bed. “You seem under the weather.” Ayato had to choose his words carefully, the least he wanted to do is tick you off even more than you probably are right now.

“Mhm,” you hum out your response absentmindedly. “I’m fine. Good night.”

Ayato could no longer hold back the heartbroken frown that tugged on his lips as you slid into the covers. And he was hit by yet another wave of silence, yet this time, he could hear his heart shattering through the dim room. He watched over your figure that slept facing away from him.

“Good night, I love you.” He tried again.

Whether or not you were awake or asleep, he never knew from your lack of response.

And Ayato didn’t know what could be more heartbreaking — was that whether you went to sleep without your endearing proclamations of love to him or that he woke up with another cold empty spot beside him.

𐂂

Diluc

Were your eyes always this hollow?

Amidst all the work that Diluc has done for Mondstadt, even he couldn’t deny the following neglect you have probably succumbed to. And that, he truly felt sorry for. And he did all that he could to catch everything within his hands, juggling Mondstadt’s wine industry with his business and acting as the great vigilante of his city.

He has fought countless monsters and has been wounded from his countless exploits — something he couldn’t exactly avoid. And back then, you would welcome him with worry and fear in your eyes that you patched him up, through your blurry eyes from all the tears threatening to escape.

Since then, Diluc has learned to lessen his casualties in fear of pushing you over to the brink of insanity from all the times he has to come home late at night, possibly injured. He cared so much for you that he started to care for himself even more. It’s the least he could do for his fiancé after all.

And finally the day Diluc craved arrived, a good few days that he will spend in your arms and nothing more. Sure, he couldn’t retire his duties as Mondstadt’s night hero, but according to the outrider that he so often saw within the streets, there was less hilichurl activity and that knights can actually afford to rest quite a bit.

That was enough for him.

And when he crawled into the bed with you that night, he thought about finally tying the knot with you. You were engaged for far too long, Diluc figured you and him have waited quite enough until finally exchanging your vows and spend your eternities together recognized as each other’s spouses.

Diluc hoped to face the next morning lazing around in bed with you that time, only hoping then that Adelinde would have enough sense to just leave you two be than to insist on getting the day started regardless of the little vacation.

But he woke up without you.

The sun was already high up, judging from the view outside the window of your shared room. Diluc thought it adorable — that you were thoughtful enough not to wake him up. You were always so understanding and he couldn’t be happier to be with you, and now that he has time, he intended to show it to you with all his might.

By planning that wedding you and him have been waiting for.

He was in a particularly good mood as he got ready for the day, opting to head down and hopefully catch you doing something. Diluc couldn’t wait to see the look on your face once he breaks the news to you, and sure couldn’t wait to be with you, attached to your hip for the remainder of what he calls his self-appointed holidays.

As he descended the stairs, he visibly brightened at the sight of you already eating beside the head of the table, with Adelinde serving you more of that sunsettia juice that you so loved.

He was courteously greeted by the staff present and he did so too, opting to ignore that you weren’t one of the ones that greeted him and initiated instead.

“Good morning, dear,” he greets with a smile as he pulled back his chair to take a seat.

“Morning,” ah, your greeting was strangely bland, but nothing Diluc should worry about. There were days you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, and he could just as easily soothe it with his own presence. And with the news he’s about to break, surely nothing could make you happier.

“I’m surprised to wake up in my own company earlier. Did I keep you waiting?”

You shrugged a shoulder, completely attuned to the paper you were reading.

Diluc prodded one more time, “Something wrong, dear? You seem off today.”

“Am I?” You absentmindedly responded and yet he couldn’t hold back the wince from your cold tone. “I’m feeling perfectly fine.” You muttered, but it was loud enough for him to hear.

In his time spent knowing you, he already knew the tells of when you were untruthful or when you were serious. This was the former, as it seems. And he opted to dispel your troubles away with his own news. Yes, that’s right. Maybe you were only hinting that you’ve been waiting for far too long. And Diluc has heard the anxiety from men and women who were betrothed, afraid that their loved ones would suddenly disappear in the middle of their betrothal.

But to you, he could never do that.

“I have quite a lot of free time today and for the following days,” Diluc smiled, and though you couldn’t see him behind the papers you were reading, he was basically radiating off the warmth of joy. “And I thought… it’s a good time for us to plan our wedding, yes?”

“Huh?”

His heart skipped a couple of beats at your lackluster response. And while he welcomed the sensation usually, this was a heartbeat that did not lean into happiness.

And finally was he met with your gaze that were often so soft—

Why… are you looking at him like that? With those eyes that stared so hollowly, void of any happiness or excitement, it contained nothing but pure and utter confusion.

Diluc felt the dread crawl into his system but stomached it, “Did I say something wrong?”

The unnerving stare you held was something he could never forget as you turned back to your paper.

“No. You’re fine,” you waved him off. “Sure, we can do that.” You agreed.

You agreed like it was not a big deal, like he only asked you do something remotely casual with him. Like he didn’t ask you to plan the most important part of your lives with him.

Diluc felt like he swallowed needles when his gaze fell into your hand.

Clean and ringless.

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Kaeya

Is it just him, or is the distance growing bigger?

You were always an exuberant fellow and perhaps that was why Kaeya felt compelled to sweep you off your feet, not knowing that it was you who would do such a thing in the end.

Since the day he promised his forever with you and you with him, Kaeya has never felt more complete. In his cold, cold world filled with betrayal and pain, you were the fiery oasis that melted what gnawed within him like persistent termite. Your compassionate touches were always something he looked forward to, leaving him gasping for air and writhing underneath the skin of your touch.

He took care of the flame that you handed to him so generously, and he didn’t care whether or not it was slowly melting the icy guard he managed to put up. Let it melt for all he cares, from it, he can flood you already with so much love that you deserve for even putting up with him on his hardest days.

When you refused to abandon him whenever Diluc would kick him out of the tavern, he could feel the warm fuzzy feeling in him chipping away at the glaciers of walls he worked so hard to build up. When you came by all the time to ensure he was getting his sustenance, the heat of your compassion was slowly melting the jagged spikes of ice he had in his heart to ensure his protection.

And to him you were his world. You were Kaeya’s one and only soulmate.

The world that you and him lived in could burn to the ground for all he cared, as long as he was by your side for all of eternity.

You gave him so much of your warmth that he slowly started to break free from that metaphorical ice prison he kept himself inside in for so long. You held the key to it and he could not be more grateful to be saved by you and only you.

So then why is it that when he started to cave into your warmth, you decided to huddle into the blistering cold?

Why can he see the familiar icy walls slowly sprout around your heart?

Why was the flame you gave him, the one that he carried and took care of for such a long time slowly dying out?

Why were you refusing every single chance that he tried to give back to you, to also melt your slowly freezing heart?

All of a sudden, your touches were hauntingly cold. They were so light that they could’ve been nonexistent in the first place and Kaeya dreaded that feeling. He grabbed onto you with all his might but why are you suddenly miles away from him? Why were you being imprisoned in that same icy cell that he locked himself into?

Last he checked, you were the one that taught him that he could be free with you. So why won’t you do the same with him?

But Kaeya was not him if he wasn’t a man of determination. He took on his missions with gusto and absolute persistence and he was not going to back out soon.

And as he cradled your weakened flame in his heart, he tried, and tried, and tried.

“Been awhile since we’ve been on a date, huh?” He refused the temptation to crack. His grin was intact much like always, trying to invite you back in his arms for once.

“Really? I never knew,” your words were so unfocused, so vague, and so inattentive… so unlike you— the you that hung onto every word that he said (like he did to you), the you that spoke so accurately, little to no details left behind (something that he would brag about you). “Sorry, I guess.”

It hurts to see you apologize so unapologetically. But perhaps you were going through a rough patch. You had been there for him when he went through his, what’s stopping him from doing the same to you?

“Do you want to then?” Kaeya offered, but even then he could feel the way his smile trembled, unstable and something he’d never be caught dead in. “It would be nice.”

He ignored the light scoff that came from you and ignored the pang in his heart when you rejected his offer.

“Sorry, I’ve got official business. I’m departing for Natlan soon.”

Sorry. His brain echoed. Was that your sixteenth apology for the day? Kaeya wonders how much more he can take. But even if he couldn’t he would break, and break, and break just for you. He’ll make as many considerations as you did for him.

“Oh. How long are you going to be away for?”

“It won’t be for awhile. It’s diplomatic relations after all, so I can’t give you the exact estimate of the duration… sorry.” There it is again, that cursed word that you chanted like a mantra, dooming him into an endless spiral of your empty apologies.

Kaeya nodded, suddenly feeling meek as he looked down on his book.

Sure, you’d put up with him in the early stages of your relationship, and sure he would apologize over and over again until the words ‘sorry, my bad’ didn’t even feel like actual words anymore. But surely he wasn’t this bad, right?

Surely… he wasn’t this distant, right?

But as his eye watched you walk away, grabbing your coat from the rack and leave, Kaeya counts the days.

And for you, he will wait, and wait, and wait.

𐂂

Tartaglia

Since when were you so busy?

From your shared home, he watched as you wrote something relatively unimportant to some paper. Surely whatever it is, it doesn’t warrant you to deprive him of your attention. Sure, he has been busy for a couple of weeks, but he was here now and suddenly you were the one who didn’t have time for him?

That sounds wildly self-centered, but Childe could care less at this point. He still made effort to sprinkle in little bits of love on the rare occasions that you would see each other inside this house.

And he gave it all, gave all that he can to you and only you. And Childe watched with delight as you relished in every affection he had given you.

Time and time again.

Until suddenly your reactions that warranted him the sweet joy of being with you were no longer evident and felt by him. Something pierced through his heart the very first time he took notice of when you lamely pressed your cheek against something that wasn’t even his lips and called it a goodbye kiss.

Though he supposed he was delusional enough to say it was cute, that you were probably just tired that you couldn’t muster the energy to be smothered in his undying affection for you. And he easily forgave that excuse.

But then every gesture dwindled in love. You gave hugs that barely had any heart to it, kissed him so emptily that it only left him feeling just as hollow. Childe would frown and hope you take notice, but you were back in your own world, brushing him off like he was a bother to you.

So he ought to try this time. He made sure everything was set in motion for you.

Back then, you always mused about having a lovely picnic by the Luhua pool and he figured now’s the perfect time to grant that wish of yours. It may be a couple of months too late, but he needed to be with you so desperately and he figured doing a nice picnic outing would be the perfect activity for the both of you.

Childe, ever the efficient man he is, had cooked up every single thing, from your favorite dishes, to your desserts, and had planned the perfect spot to be in. He even scoped it out prior to the official date that you and him were going to. He made sure that hilichurls, treasure hoarders, and abyss mages would steer clear of that one lovely spot.

All of it, he would do just for you.

So then why?

Why did you look at him with such mirthless eyes, contrasting his that brimmed with nothing but excitement for the day planned ahead.

“Heeey my little cabbage!” His tone held nothing but merriment as he drawled his greetings out. His eccentric greetings were always one to get a blissful and heavenly laugh out of you. He ignored the slight stinging pain that stabbed through his chest when you barely even acknowledged him, still sucked into your… work.

He heard no responses from you but a sole grunt that had the unvoiced question. Childe persisted with a smile, “I’ve got a surprise for you! Why don’t you lay off your work for a moment, hm? I’m sure you can spare some time for your beloved boyfriend, yes?”

His heart hammered against his ribcage as the suspenseful silence filled the space between you and him. It felt like awaiting orders from Pierro, but even so, it wasn’t this dreadful in terms of waiting.

“No thank you.”

Childe felt numb when he his anticipations of your acceptance got curbed with your collected rejection.

Did you even consider in those few seconds of silence? Did you think your decisions through? Heck, were you even interested in his surprise? Or did you ever listen?

“Aha! That was a trick question! The only right answer to that was a ‘yes’, I’m afraid!” Childe regained his footing in the conversation, hoping to reel you back into his arms.

And finally, you granted him mercy when you looked at him, “I can’t exactly put this behind, Ajax. Sorry.” You said, and yet Childe felt your lack of remorse upon your refusal. “Why don’t you take Mr. Zhongli out?”

The way you were quick to disregard him was something Childe never thought he could ever prepare for. And he almost staggered back when you uttered the words he so loved to say to you back then;

“I really can’t today. Maybe next time?” You offered, but somehow, Childe knew that was nothing but a hollow promise.

He could only close the door from your personal study and looked at the basket neatly packed. There was something squeezing at his chest, a sensation he didn’t like in the slightest bit.

Childe didn’t know if it was the disillusioned part of him that sank into the abyss, but he gathered himself and fooled himself into thinking that nothing much has changed and nodded, taking your promise to his slowly shattering heart.

Ah. Well. Maybe next time then.

𐂂

Zhongli

Were you finally getting tired of him?

The adoration you and Zhongli shared was something to be admired. Countless people have watched you and him walk the pier and occasionally chat with vendors. The couples in love always expressed their sentiments — at how they hoped to embody even just a fraction of what you and Zhongli had.

You looked at him as if he shaped the mountains (and he technically did) and he relished into your unbridled attention. He enjoyed the time you spent with him constantly, you listened to his stories from the past and not once did you turn away from him as he spun his experiences into tales that only you of all people would appreciate.

Every word he uttered, he dedicated to you and only you. He wanted to share every piece of him with you and though the stories he told was barely a quarter of his life, he would tell a hundred more just to see you smile.

And he deeply cherished these moments, you brought fresh insights into his stories and listened so attentively. He loved you through the stories he told and you loved him through the endearing expressions you showed throughout the tales he would tell you.

Not a day goes by that Zhongli wasn’t thinking about you, of course. By the minute he wakes up, his mind automatically sifts through the many experiences he has been through, ready to give you more of his stories. This was your way of bonding after all and he appreciated every single moment of it. There will always be room for his storytelling in your otherwise busy schedule, you reassured him that much.

But then you started missing out.

The first instance was when he had patiently waited for you at that one spot just outside the harbor, the tea he had graciously prepared growing cold. And just as he was about to call it a day, you appeared, completely disheveled and out of breath, like you ran for your life.

Nothing warmed his heart more than seeing you try for him. Zhongli was already a man that felt the dedication of his people, but it always felt different when it was you who put the effort in.

After your frequent tardiness, you began to stop showing up altogether. Disappointment would flood his system when he would see Xiangling approach him with a smile that contrasted the sad news that you could no longer make it because of some other pressing matters.

But Zhongli was forgiving, he forgave every meet you missed, every time his stories started to go from one ear and out the other. He was determined to keep it going because, surely, this was only a one time thing, right? Perhaps your work has been doing numbers on you and what could he exactly do but only take care of you and soothe your worries with his tea and his stories.

Zhongli was forgiving, but he wasn’t completely unperturbed. In fact, there was a seed of anxiety that started sprouting within him as he roamed the streets of the harbor alone. He could feel the missing warmth of your arm around his waist as he talked to the usual vendors, not missing the sympathetic gazes and the not-so-hidden grimaces when he recounts that you have been all too busy.

And he wonders why you’ve grown so quiet inside the house.

When you could laugh so hard in the presence of someone else.

As soon as he heard that tinkling laughter of yours, he was quick on his feet, eager to see that smile that you so cruelly hid from him. Only to see you with someone else.

A young woman, by the looks of it, long hair and dressed in the most pristine clothes. Zhongli wasn’t completely flabbergasted, you could have friends that could make you just as happy, but the fear nipped at him when he watched the woman leave searing touches on your body, clearly with intent and you made no attempts to reject them.

There was an unmistakable pang of envy in Zhongli’s chest when he saw the way you so freely entertained this woman’s stories when you can barely spare him a second of your time.

Zhongli was thwarted back into the pain of reality as he compared the way you seem to be so much happier in the company of this woman in contrast to your recent interactions with him.

And he could feel himself grow cold. So, so cold when he realized that you were slowly showing hints of pure disinterest in him. The way you refused to look at him at times and when you could barely muster a word out when he would ask you about your day.

But he figured this was a sign from the fates, that he ought to take you back this time. That maybe you have been spending far too long of time away from his embrace.

And so he made sure to indulge you as best as he could when you finally arrived back home.

As you sat on the dining table that night, Zhongli had to jump through the many hurdles of pure anxiety just to finally initiate a conversation with you. To this, he could only hope his centuries of wisdom from being one of the oldest archon can aid him with you.

He took your hand in his, strangely cold and closed off, but he did not let it discourage his attempt, “Beloved, I seem to have noticed your sudden… disinterest in our conversations…” he began his little intervention. “Would you mind telling me what’s bothering you?”

Zhongli squeezed your hand in comfort, and he could feel his heart drop when you didn’t return the gesture, instead sliding your hand away from his grasp.

“You’re imagining things, Zhongli.” You claimed so casually as you continued with your meal. “And you already know I’d tell you anything that’s bothering me.” You said, looking at him with a small smile.

And yes, he knew. Zhongli knew you would.

But he also knew that when you lie, your eyes were like the abyss and that smile of yours didn’t reach your eyes.

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